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THE I AM PATH TO COSMIC CONSCIOUSNESS 2

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! Venerable citizen comrade! The following blog contains some rather coarse fucken language, and anti establishment’s beliefs shit galore. It comes from ‘writings’ at www.marzinet.net - and it includes not enough sexual fucking references. There are no absolutely filthy dirty fucking root scenes in this blog then, venerable citizen comrade. What a Barry bummer!

Unfortunately, time not permiting, and the writing spirit hounding at the astral door with its own most worthy cosmic subject, being the I am path to cosmic consciousness, there must be no scribing about getting the physical rockettes or rocks off, here. Alas! Curses and gazooks! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Our rotten fucken luck, of being 3D born within a rotten 3D planetary bummer, continues. Ay? Citizen comrade. We could have dun with a decent and deadly descriptive third dimensional root scene or two, with tits, dicks and loins and pussy galore, and a lot of writhing around, to get us forthrightly fucken juiced up. Couldn’t we? Well! Some of us in our ratboxes, doing the boring long dark night of the soul shit out in the fucken suburbs could have, anyway.

Apparently, here! In this incredibly objective and stupendously unbiased ‘scientific’ type report, there is to be only writing about getting one’s mystical rockettes or rocks off. To get the forever juicy timeless and spaceless existential cosmic orgasm called enlightenment, back in one’s maybe fucken fucked up life again. Fair enough citizen comrade, because sex has been done to death here on this rotten rock. So has God, war, religion, politics, love and hate, crime and murder, spy versus spy, abysmal deterioration, tinned can space travel, disease, fucking romance, and heroes and heroines and Goddesses and aliens and Christ knows what else, all been done to death, as conceptualised realities that humans play with. On this turd of a 3^rd rock, from the far fucking too hot, fucken sun.

Cosmic consciousness hasn’t though. Been thoroughly trashed, that is. It has hardly been scratched, and billions who are riding the 3D – become a ghost again train, have never even heard of it. Which is their very rank, existential fucking misfortune.

For Fuck’s Sake, Venerable Citizen Comrade!

Ultra fucken tragically, yuse can’t take yuse unconditionally loving computer(s), and the very viable mortal internet with yuse, when yuse dies. But surely to God citizen, yuse has gotta motor back up the afterlife tunnel armed with something. Fair fucken go! Yuse can’t get zip, or sweet fuck all, or absolutely nothing mystically – for doing seventy odd years of hard 3D time, pissing and shittin’ into the existential wind down here. On Hamburger Earth fucken hill. Can yuse?

Yuse wanna die with at least a bit of a mucking clue, as to what in the fuck so called life on this rotten rock, was really all about. Don’t yuse?

The reporter wouldn’t mind that, at all, and the fucker’s a bit existentially and little pussy cat curious about it all that we call ‘solid’ existence, he is. He has a ‘thing’ about the astral ‘guides’ too, as does his North Perth Guru, as shall be revealed in this terrestrial blog.

Because sometimes yuse loves them, yuse venerable astral guides, and sometimes yuse fucken don’t. Sometimes they give yuse the right fucking shits, because they make you do holographic programme stuff, that yuse don’t necessarily wanna do. Specifically, the all mothers do fucken ’ave ’em, 3D body burden trip. The, yuse has gotta, for soul evolution purposes, pop out of the absolutely wunderbar, ambiotic and ethereal oceanic consciousness fluidity, where you and yuse soul mates are having an astral ball, maybe. To do this heavy as lead cock and bull shit, which the straight 3D human model calls, ‘life’ – and then says that y’gotta ‘be in it’. What is it really though that y’get to be fucken ‘in’? It is a holographically super severe and a galactically wide karmic arsewipe, and an existential nightmare of the highest order, and everybody knows it. Apart from the absolutely amazing, incredibly existentially blind, dumb stupids, about the place, on this wretched rock. If they took a census tomorrow of how many humans would opt to get the fuck out of here right now, if they legally existentially could, the numbers might be quite surprising. Apparently then, not everyone, across the board, or the 3D holographic grid, sings the 3D life be in it song.

Thru a holographicised vagina that is stretched to its absolute vertical and horizontal max, yuse pop out as holographic body front up. With yuse ethereal desire for the sensual all massed up. Albeit as a cute and innocent baby who can’t wipe their own arse yet, so that you have to grow up do this wipe your fucken arse, ultraheavy, dualistic shit of a holographic game, called Earth. Which is quite dreadfully dense, and ultraviolently thick as a brick, Barry bummer gear, to a happy go lucky, friskily 4^th dimensionally free, young astral soul. Who has 100% support from all of their souled up mystical mates, in the astral set up. For sure, so they say.

Is it not pupportedly hard coming down from that into this 3D rip y’off blind set up, venerable citizen comrade? Remember to remember to remember who you really are, to the nth power, is then the mystics of the I am path. Particularly remember that y’start out as Light at yuse cosmic Source point, then move thru consciousness or the known in the unknown, and into a mind. Which, apparently, is but a drop of consciousness, within which ‘your’ body in a world in a universe idea focalises, as densified holographic manifestation. This is what the greats all wholeheartedly advise.

Surely though! Yuse has gotta get something for doing hard slog, sometimes quite ultradepressing, sometimes exquisitely beautiful and joyous, 3D ultraheavy, lower dimensional, rotten body burden, holographically selected duty time. Down here, in this very third dimensional, das Ultrafuckingfuckedupsville world, then. Don’t yuse reckon?

Even if that ‘reward’ be just a tiny little drop of consciousness awareness, about and regarding who you really non fucking are, and about who everybody else, friend or foe, really non fucking is. Existentially and mystically speaking, and poste blowing up the mind’s matrix into kazillions of tiny specks of Light, which in an instant can all join up into One speck of cosmic Light life, at yuse Source point, that is. Cosmic consciousness, or something like it. Wunderbar! Wunderbar is a good word that sits well, when playing with the mighty formidable concept called cosmic consciousness. Infuckingdeed! Wunderbar is appropriate. Cosmic consciousness sure rings an astral mystical bell for some ultra lucky 21^st century citizens then. Or it soon will, according to some dudes about the place, and particularly down North Perth way.

Whilst the spirit u all God programme keeps cosmically labouring on, like an ethereal old boy in the background, to keep the holographic universe exists as separated solid stuff programme, going - you really find out a holographically existential thing or two this time around. Doing the ground zero, named and shaped body burden thing, that is. Is that the slightly evolved soul’s plan? Spose it could be, venerable citizen comrade. Why not? Because most definitely, poste the extinction of the holographic bodymind machine, yuse will not be a human bean, or being. Or a human manifested presentation, or a person negotiating an abominably ultratough, ultranonsensical and idiotically ultraviolent, stupid and beautiful holographic world, like this fucken one. Yuse will just be after death a sort of pure and relatively uncorrupted consciousness again, apparently. If yuse is not riding on the snake’s back, with megatons of 3D karmic payback to do, shoved up yuse existential arse, like ultraviolent baby souls are, that is.

That is the candid drift of the rather exquisitely beautiful, I am path to cosmic consciousness, which is all about waking up from one’s silly third dimensional dreaming, and having some cosmic fucken fun. For once, or maybe, ultragloriously again, liberation and realised enlightenment cometh. Sort of extraordinarily instantaneous and spontaneously magical apperceptual gear, which widens one’s consciousness to the impersonal universal and beyond levels, and a complete exposing of the matrix here, it is. So they say, the I am path is all about remembering to remember who yuse really non fucking are, existentially and mystically speaking. At yuse dimensionless, infinitely tiny, speck of a Source spot. Which is called here the Light, quite a bit.

There’s something maybe in yuse then citizen comrade, that is weighing yuse down with false body burden, like a sack of existential shit hanging out of the back of a runaway tip truck, and it is blocking yuse from being feather light and a mirthy and young at heart, mystically enlightened soul again. So that yuse don’t feel like a point of Light like yuse used to be, (apparently), before the fall from ethereal grace and this mass surfing by lots and lots of souls, of the lower dimensions, ever happened. Rather, yuse feel like a solidly dualised and in the 3D poo ring human being, which is divine tragedy stuff, and existentially speaking, just about one’s worst cosmic nightmare come true.

That conceptualised machinery that blocks, delays and retards yuse from ascending back up the consciousness chain, with absolute ease, is called a 3D dualistic mindset. Which is dead straight I am inner the skin conceptualisation, which yuse have inherited from the herded up homosapien tribe, and it has to fucken go. It has to be blown away because it is all cock and bull crap, of the highest order. Apparently. It has to be mercilessly annihilated, and it has to be holographically and existentially terminated, or you’ll never become a mystically happy item 24/7, again. No yuse fucken won’t. Apparently, so they the greats, all say.

You’ll just stay as a third dimensional human, or a bodymind machine identifying junkie person who is all egoed up, and who is re running going up and down in like it and definitely don’t like it, love it and hate it moods, like a fucken yo yo. Sometimes, or maybe a bit too much.

There is no doubt about it then that from the worst bogs of the boggiest river valley, to the freeze y’tits off mountain tops, to the way up into the fucken air zone, where it definitely is pitch fucken black away from the Earth; that the human using a 3D mindset is a calamitous disaster area, and a gross trouble attractor, par fucking excellence. How to stay out of re running drama and chaos, and shitloads of karmic bullshit and ultraviolent trouble, the 3D human has no idea. When it had a club, it didn’t know, and now that it has multi headed nuclear weapons, and kerist knows what else in its killing armoury, it still doesn’t fucken know. Much at all that is, about how the one and only Real One life really operates.

Also though, on account of this is a 3D duality that we exist in, is the 3D human model quite capable of accelerating and ascending in consciousness, to all light and no dark, fifth dimensional and beyond modalities. So they say, to play there in far higher in vibration, existentially far holograpically lighter, or de holographicked, cosmic game models. Which is a classic case of the sweeter side of duality, when duality is so often a foul and bitter opiate to the mortal senses.

Media parasite dogs then love 3D humans, because they are such attention seeking junkies, and such bizarre news makers, who have guaranteed them all work for thousands of centuries to come. Maybe. But then again, maybe not. Given that all of us fuckers exist in a light and dark duality, which could slide either way, real fucken fast, these days. Apparently, the third world war is coming, and apparently also so is cosmic consciousness, and it is every citizen take their pick, which one that they want to lend their divine energies to, and be a part off. Time.

WARNING! The surgeon general knows sweet fuck all about this very dangerous to yuse 3D existence blog, and even if he read it a hundred thousand times, he probably still wouldn’t understand it. Yuse need to be a bit already out there, holographically speaking, to get this cosmic consciousness shit. Apparently.

Staying stuck inside your forehead, like an oak tree, or a monkey, or a cow or a bull, or a sow or a boar, just doesn’t do it for yuse. Because yuse has to touch base with yuse angelic and mystical inner and outer source shit, to get the cc virus. Thru and thru, like. Apparently, according to the greats, yuse has to negate all of yuse conceptual based on the perceptual - false descriptive shit, and drop the 3D mindset bundle, like it is poison to yuse wider cosmic system. Which it is, they sayeth. And that is coming from your friendly, local neighbourhood, unbiased and objective reporter, venerable citizen comrade. Who is merely reporting on the terra firma subject of cosmic fucking consciousness, for yuse to make up yuse own fucken mind about it.

Is it really the negated existential and mystical truth? Or is it just another stupid human fantasy model? For handling the existential and soul down on the terrestrial ground calamity, that is 3D existence. Or is it both, and the fucking beyond as well? Or neither, and the fucking beyond too? Could it even be beyond the fucking beyond, and the actual absolutely no shit at fucken all, stuffless existential stuff? Are humans really made from holographically projected and downloaded mystical Light then? Are they really and truly dimensional arsesliders, who all start out as purely sweet, ethereal consciousness? In realms where lots of harmoniously loving, paradise souls hang out, patting each other’s existential arses non stop, maybe.

Or are humans just happenstance motherfucker animal creations? With egos. Some with big! Big! Big egos! Who want power! Power! Power! And more fucking mortal power. Whilst they are just made out of blood and bone, shit and piss, dreamt up sky Gods, ovaries and semen and alphabets and lunatically deranged, neurotic and psychotic and psychopathic, 3D ego mindsets. Plus, a kazillion missed oppurtunities are they made of, and mega ultratons of ultraviolent karmic fucking bullshit. Love and compassion too. For their loved ones, and their dirt, and maybe their dung hill’s flag too. Maybe even, for the Nameless One too. Yuse has to go down to the wire, or rather the wiring in the mind, when yuse call that ultratough question, about the existentially mystical and spiritual validity of the human, citizen comrade.

Considering that the mystical physical man, one would think, being the existentially self appointed holographic ‘leader’, is supposed to take the already self enlightened lady, or deprogrammed I am woman conceptualisation – 3D human model, by the ultrahigh hand, and walk calmly and gently alongside of her Highness, back into the 5D Light.

He ain’t really supposed to take her a kazillion kazillion ethereal leagues the other fucken way into the holographic and nonsensical, idiotically ultraviolent stupid dark, and then maybe have some of her mob, who are ten times worse than the dark lord’s wee boys, and real big spider - and finish off the sinking civilisation ship, queens, jump on the – Let’s all explore the shit out of the existentially dualised darkness bandwagon, as well. Why not? Male or female, we’re all God concept bashing, baby souls. So we might as fucken well! How far into mind’s imagined holographic darkness can we all go? Let’s all find out with ultra violence! Let’s rule the world! Or what’s left of it, anyway. Rah! Rah! Rah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah, and blah to the nth power. - Plenty of blah! Unlimited fucking blah! More blah than any sky God could possibly fucken imagine.

But not one single or solitary word about the fact that yuse might have the cosmic consciousness virus, swimming around dormantly within yuse. Sneaky, back door gear, political policy, and the same old re run terrestrial mortal’s turdy story and ruling class rip off, that is. Hey?

Which is still the undercurrent con stuff of the ultraviolent, 3D dark side, baby soul mindset, here, right now. To keep that sort of good data from yuse. Fuck! That’s a horrible story that we wake up to every morning, that fucken is, citizen comrade. Because good versus evil is holographically dumb as dumb, conceptualised stuff, to the highest existential order. So they say, it is baby soul mindtool poo, actually. They reckon that it is mystical excreta and the stuff that is always holographically downloaded, when any existential upgrades are carried out on 3D establishment, baby soul, holographic tripe.

Which shall all be shortly put to rest here by a finite death, or some wicked transdimensional mutations, including a significant bump up in the consciousness level of the natives here. So the mystics in North Perth are crapping on about, anyway. It’s a tough fucken call citizen comrade then, as to whether we are good or evil or both, or beyond both, and the beyond of that to the nth as well. Are we fucked to our fucking existential cores, and do we represent the cosmic cockroaches of this universe, who are shortly, with due karmic cause, to be existentially stomped on, and maybe wiped out? So that we won’t exist no more, as individuals, or collectively as a species. We’ll get the dinosaur treatment, for using the dinosauric 3D mindset for too long, and the cockroaches will rightly rule here. Existential model. That is.

Or are we magnificent multidimensional, angelic entities, powered by unbelievable spirits? Who arseroad it down from pure consciousness, and got fucking well and truly lost and lower dimensionally STUCK! In a net full of desire and fear. In little Mariosville, where woman is the nigger of the world. Where also playing I am a fucken human, in the most despicable planetary holographic game in the entire universe, is the status quo and herd like go. So that sometimes yuse do get a bit of love and get to give some too, which is equally, if not more important. A whole lot of the time however, yuse is wading thru karmic shit, without yuse existential wellies on. Sort of stuff, it is. Running down the dream and surviving it and enduring it, sort of poo. It is.

Plodding! Plodding along! Plodding forth. Slogging onwards and onwards, on the inside of the fast lane, and grabbing that little bit of psychological or physical pleasure, like it was made out of gold, when yuse can. Is the 3D, dead boring, existentially full of false conceptual shit, humdrum, sleeping with the enemy in the enemy’s dualised camp, life. Put it this way citizen comrade, the 3D mindset is definitely not euphoric about its existential existence, too often. That it is too shit scared by the illusion that it could be annihilated and de existentialised in a click of the mystical fingers, into nothing, is probably why. Because I am inside the terminal skin only is diabolical, fuck up, exclude the real Self programming. A body that has to have its arse wiped regularly, babble talks and cries an existential river, a lot more than it sings or fucken chirps out love songs to the universe. So they say, only the many cosmic clowns here are having a ‘real’ good time, and the rest are lying to themselves, and the universe.

Anyway! No angel worth their non fucking nebulous existential salt, either awake or asleep, would want to play such a turd of a holographic game, as impersonating, or cosmically clicking on being a single Earthbound human matter player only. Surely! Would they? Could any angel be that existentially stupid, as to prefer a fanny or a dick, or a hundred dollar bill, or millions of them, to a nice set of glowing ethereal wings? With which to wing around the stars and this multidimensional universe, doing a little bit of good slaving for the Light here or there, as a free and unbound cosmic agent.

From the unbiased and objective data investigated then, regarding the cosmic consciousness subject, ‘Cosmicgate’, so to speak; there appears to be a strong mindcon element in the mythological and mystical fall from grace stuff. It is the mind’s 3D movie, not your’s, sort of gear, the I am path is, and it is unbelievably alien for some, and an unbelievable cosmic bell ringer for others. Which is duality for yuse again, re running, like the blowflies buzzing back and forth after the exposed bare and maggot ridden skin, on some poor sheep’s crutch.

No fucken one! They reckon! Including non fucking God, can answer that shitball of posed existential questions above, for yuse comrade. Only yuse can, apparently. According to the fucking non fucking, so they say, greats. Are we then worthy enough of and capable of transcending the 3D mindset, and of ascending back up the consciousness chain? Or are we doomed to die off with an existentialised environmental and de holographicised burn out with it, as we implode this Earth hologram? Is every individual’s 21^st century call. It is not the state’s, and it is not God’s. All of those who have discovered enlightenment, have done it absolutely alone and in jet black, dead silence. The kingdom of God is not only pupportedly within then. So is the 5^th dimension and beyond that, and the final fucken answer, to who yuse really fucken are. So they say. Which, interestingly enough, sounds like a really fun cosmic game. Especially, according to the greats, when one’s inner and outer are one mysticalised item. Or Source point.

It however, at ground zero level right now, looks like our chops are on the cosmic block, and the fucking cosmic block is on our fucken chops, as well. Hey? Venerable citizen comrade. That’s life apparently! When yuse form up with a human anus, in this fucking absolutely deplorable and despicable, 3D holographic fucken shithole.

Another fucking warning citizen comrade! Cosmic consciousness will destroy this fucken mindcon propogated, totally holographic world, and this silly and folly full fucking third dimension, as yuse now knows it to be. It is best then not to fuck with it the 5D inner and the outer, reverse mystical swing gear, on the I am path; unless yuse has had an absolute fucken gutful of being a human fucking being, and nothing fucken else. With no angelically based, existential pump for the mystical Light in yuse, at all, that is.

Because that 3D back dimensional, backetherealwater state, is so fucking chronically boring, and so fucking existentially painful, and such a gruelling ground zero, not flying around the clouds exercise. In negotiating the wayward 3D mind’s despair about being so existentially lost, in mega tons of karmic man and woman shit, that quite fucken frankly citizen comrade, it, the 3D existence, is just not fucken funny enough. At fucken all. Is it? As a matter of fact, it is nothing but a big long drawn out drag for a lot of souls. Body burden sucks fucking ultrabig time, there’s fuck all cosmic mirth in it, and having a fucken 3D mind is something that yuse don’t fucken need, quite a fucken lot of the time. Isn’t it? That’s the 3D life! It’s not running around a flowery mystical garden with y’mates with y’astral clothes off, gear. It is not heavenly, it is rather pretty hellish.

It has got not much existential fun in it, that low down and dirty lacklustre, 24/7, 3D up and down and almost out trip, and it is more of a fucking existential endurance test, than anything else. It is soul under siege, from a mind gone Hal, or one with too much of the dark side bitch in it, because it has been programmed with ultra lucid, existential 3D crap. It is rank and illusory, so called 3D life, and it is not really worth a spit in the mystical fucking bucket, unless yuse can transcend it all. So they say, the ego trip is really, existentially speaking, founded in absolutely nothing at all. Unless yuse play balled up cricket for Australia that is, or yuse is a Kiwi blackpussy who hasn’t even got one, an ego that is, at all. Here’s a bit of what some girls and boys reckon about it the 3D life, anyway.

( Minus the foot tapping, Earth’s not so bad, cheer up y’fucker, and get lost in the tune’s arse wiggling, music. That is. )

Well I started out

Down a dirty road

Started out…..all alone

And the sun went down…. as across the hill

… the town lit up……….and the world stood still

I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings

Coming down is the hardest thing

Well the good old days

May not return

And rocks might melt, and the sea may burn

I am learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings

Coming down is the hardest thing

Well some say life will beat you down….. and break your heart …..and steal your crown

So I started out for….God knows where

I’ll guess I’ll know when I get there

I’m learning to fly, around the clouds

What goes up, must come down

I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings

Coming down is the hardest thing

I’m learning to fly around the clouds

What goes up must come down

I’m learning to fly

I am learning to fly

( Lyrics from ‘Learning To Fly’ – by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. With much thanks to those concerned for the perfect words, in a perfectly tuned song.)

To which it could be dualistically added that what has descended, can always reascend. And fucken go back up the multidimensional and dimensionless, grace chain. There’s a way then to cosmic consciousness, known as the I am path, and if one has the gumption to pick it up, and the earnestness to fully apperceptually and intuitionally remember to apperceptually and intuitionally remember one’s true Source, well! Apparently, this path will fucken take yuse there all right.

Into the deholographicked and cosmic guts of the timelessly Real engine room that is behind all universal manifestation, and before yuse knows what the fucking fuck is going on comrade, yusell be shafting the 3D matrix, absolutely fucking senseless. To the point that the horror and beauty story on the other side of yuse eyes and other senses will disintergrate, milky way like, and dissolve away to a holographic nothing again. You’ll not only be flying around the clouds all flooded out with non fucking Light, yuse’ll be flying around the fucken beyond as well, where the Light is absolutely at home. Yusell be more out of it than a fucken holidaying quark, on a kazillion kilos of lsd. You’ll bullet every concept that yus’ve ever known as being pupportedly real, and yuse cosmic heart will ultrabreak free from all of this dead heavy, dead serious, dead boring, dead being walking, stupidly dualised, mind projected, 3D holographic shit. Which 3D human models here call, ‘life’, which dualistically translates out as a slow death in an absolutely foreign, not the mystical water anymore, hellishly beautiful, physical environment. The soul cocoons itself to dream up another dreamer, and the dreamer cocoons themselves within the shitball 3D mindset’s I am limitation conceptualisation, they do.

Yuse won’t have any sort of I am conceptualisation running thru y’at fucken all though, when y’stitch the matrix up, and the liberated timeless existential and mystical bliss, that they call the Nameless One and the Real, is who you will non fucking be. You will spontaneously revert back to your dimensionless spot of Light Source, apparently. So they say, yusell be deholograhicking the entire holographic universe, and staring yuse Real Self, in the ultra loving cosmic eye. Again!

You will go home to the mystical source HOME, with an absolutely fucken blown mind, too. Apparently. That’s what they fucken say, anyway. That destiny is called eventual enlightenment, by remembering to remember that one and all and everything are already made out of the exact same timeless Light as yuseself, and that the collective destiny is in no way to be an annihilated and finite extinction. Rather, it’ll be the dualistic opposite. That is.

One becomes a ‘great’ then, when one lives that one and all are the One life of Light, just mucking around with some pretty lower and very dense, third dimensional, drop a turdy cosmic 3D game download holographics. Apparently, also, cosmic consciousness is innate within the psychic and mystical workings of the 3D human model, and lays dormant within it. That’s what the fucken very long bearded mystics in North Perth are saying, anyway.

Could cosmic consciousness then save our just about had it physical and existential arses? Maybe, but then again, dualistically speaking, maybe not. Probably not, most would probably say. That’s the lopsided mind’s, common duality for yuse, citizen comrade. Because the so called ‘realist’s’ bet is all on the 3D humans going existentially down, not up and back to what angels take to be their reality level.

As far as renewable and infinitely existential power sources go though, cosmic consciousness definitely needs to be considered, by every 21^st century citizen. If the greats all got their mystical rockettes and rocks off playing with it, then maybe we can too, is the go. As pure entertainment and mind insight stimulation food, it is also pretty good value. It beats any breakfast cereal for psychic nutrition, hands down, and if yuse wanna run along the mystical beach looking like a trumpted up and pumped up universal lightbody, it is the gear for you. So they say.

1. In A Fucken Holographic Nutshell, Venerable Citizen Fucking Comrade.

The I am path to cosmic consciousness is a doozy and a ripper of a rocket shooting down the fairway of a path. It is a fucken cracker of an existential model, and it is ‘the gun’ mystical path that is doing the rounds, these days. A lot of the Earth’s neighbourhood girls and boys are getting into it in the 21^st century, for sure. Why? Because it gets at the roots of the mind’s abominable third dimensional programming and faulty wiring, and short circuits it. The 3D mind is so often like a rankly programmed computer, that frankly it is just not funny, and whatever is going on in and with the mind, which has universal spread and range apparently, is not really who one really is. Not according to the mystical greats, anyway.

Whatever is going on in the mind then, be that torturous thoughts or twisted feelings, or sheer unprovoked ecstacy, or a projected universe of high adventure, or one of dreadfully insipid boredom, or an ultra violent one - it is still not one’s true source of being. Or non being, or who one really is, or that which exists timelessly, yet which never identifies as being a singular, personalised body mind machine, or whatever. The One and only Real life, that is. Who one really is at mystical source, according to the greats, that is.

It, the 3D body mind machine life then, is still just a holographically projected mindshow, and a supercondensed and ultra imploded mindfilm being played out on a mindscreen, and one’s mystical existential essence is still bouncing around timelessly all thru its entirety, and in time, around the entire surface of it, and the beyond of that too. Apparently. According to the greats. Which is pretty far out and groovy stuff, which sojourns way, way, way beyond the 3D mainstream psyche’s I am solid woman - I am solid man, I am a fleshed up human only - conceptualisation stuff. That’s for sure!

Because on the I am path to It, the Real, you take everything that has ever been taught to you, to think is you, and you reverse it, and then drop every concept ever invented. Even the primal plug into this 3D hologram, I am one, or concept, yuse eventually shaft. What an absolutely ultra megabuzz, and what a chronically mystical trip that is, and how much did those greats who did that, impact upon the lives of others. Quite a lot, actually. Especially was this so for an old dude from the subcontinent called Nisargadatta Maharaj. Who sure journeyed far and wide, with his wee cosmic drop of cosmic fucking consciousness.

Maybe we fucken will too! Pretty soon citizen comrade, is believe it or not, what some of the early 21^st century signs are saying. At least according to the data researched by this very unbiased reporter, on the phenomenal subject of the I am path to cosmic consciousness, we just may be in for something mystically good, and inherit the cosmic surprise package of the millenium. Instead of the same old moronic fucking 3D war and a little peace, then more war shit, re running us from our far too costly lives, into our far too expensive, 21^st century graves.

Because the very venerable question; Who am I? Points to that existential inner-outer set up where one is not identifying with being a bodied up person, for the only existential answer to the riddle of life, that can truly satisfy a human being. Being, I am that. The whole Self. The Real. The Nameless One. That is, I am that which is the whole big picture lot, and not the little itty bit picture, that is. The I am not a personalised 3D body mind machine, I am not a human. Etc,etc, etc. Stuff.

The stuff of obsessive compulsive conceptual negation, and considerable reverse mystical swing regarding one’s true identity, worth and cosmic value. That is. Can u dig it, citizen comrade? It’s fucken inner - outer crazy stuff, and the reporter would be the first to admit that, but it is crazy fucken true at the same time. Because what is a person made of? It is a very transient something, that is running off a sooner or later to be collapsed memory bank, so that it will not last the existential distance. Because its mindtool’s 3D programming has its entire identity chronically walled in, by a very thin layer of skin. The Earth is onion skinned by an atmosphere, and humans are onion or peach skinned by their minds and nothing else, apparently.

It the body idea is just a holographic construct that is made from formless whatever, plastered onto a mindscreen, and the Master reckoned that there are no persons here, only threads of memories, being shot out and holographically projected onto a grid. Maybe. He also discussed that humans do so much stuff in a stereotyped fashion to reach enlightenment, they sit straight and meditate and don’t do this or that, etc, but that they miss the crucial factor, which is the annihilation of the person. Without which, enlightenment cannot happen, because the wider self is not a single person, though it can blow one away and then blow thru that one, now and again. It is all persons, in all universes, and a lot, lot, lot more. Too. Apparently, the Light is the magic hidden behind and in the lot of it, that is the universe and the beyond. So they say, It is who yuse really are, and to find that out well and truly, yuse has to kill the 3D mind set up, and de ego y’self. Well and truly.

That is, the existential draw out of that is that down here we play with a reverse cosmic model to being It in disguise, being a just about a 100% identity with that point 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of ourselves, that is physically formed up and named and shaped. We play existential poker as that which is the not so little consciousness implode, trapped in the arseholed tubular body, egoised smaller person self. Whilst emphatically denying that we are also and have easy access to the, 99.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999% of the rest of our true spirited mystical Self, called here the common and collective Nameless One. Or the Real. Or Source, or whatfuckenever.

We play as short term waves up on the surface of an endless ethereal ocean of consciousness, where there is a sky above one’s brained in scone, and forget totally that we are still the same common to all mystical ocean, that is. We take ourselves to be separated and singular items, in a ghastly terrestrial jungle of physicalised items, where the good the bad and the fucken ugly, are definitely all on the loose and running amok. In a shit of a light to dark re run duality. When in cosmic fact, we are most definitely not separate, or ever ‘alone’, or God fucken forbid, abandonned by our fucking Source points.

Because ‘alone’ is a concept, and the Real just doesn’t use them, at all, and at Source, we are all the Nameless One. According to the greats, who also say that the brain will never get it as far as the mystical Source goes, but that the heart will, if it loves its mystical Source enough. Get it for the brain and blow the 3D mindset up that is, one really fine day.

The I am path then is that the mind is allowed to make the existential and mystical gap between Source and appearance, and that it builds the holographic bridge out from, and back to who and what one really and truly is. And then, when the mystical heart has had a fucken gutful of the projected gap out from Source, and of being on the wrong, or the holographic manifestation side of the bridge all of the time, it says fuck this! And gets up off its cosmic arse, does the necessary inner apperceptual intuitional work as to discovering what is really real and what isn’t, and crosses back across the fucking imagined and holographically projected bridge, and goes existentially and mystically home. Back to its Source, which is ‘It’, and which it really is. Voila!

Non fucking timeless enlightenment happens naturally and spontaneously, as allthatis Real floods into a human point that is identifying with being Light, and everlasting peace and eternal happinesss have their final victory over their trumpted up, mind made up, time generated, holographic opposites. Which are full of lack and despair, suffering and limitation, and existential fucking angst. A whole lot of absolutely unnecessary ultraviolence, too.

It came to the big Bood as he sat under a tree. Jesus pumped himself full of it in the desert. Another real good bloke put down his sword and gave ultraviolence the flick, and literally blew up like a sun with it. Nisarga sat in his loft and wisely let the still in self consciousness flock come to him, and he was absolutely fucken full of it. They call it cosmic consciousness, and the word considerably down the line from the greats is, that these ultra accelerating days, it could get to yuse as yuse is coming out of the fucken fish and chip shop. As a matter of fact, it the cc virus could strike yuse at any kazillionth of a second, at any hour of the day or night, the mystics in North Perth reckon. Well! A fashionable Guru over there called BA does, anyway.

Now citizen comrade, that sounds all fucken right, and it has mighty fine connotations as far as us developing a far greater understanding of mind generated holographic programmes goes attached to it, but for Christ’s sake, big Bood’s too, let’s get our fucking facts, fucking straight, early on in this fucking blog. Because it is not a blog that the reporter really wanted to do, it is more like one that he got cajoled into doing. Yuse know? He got fucken astrally blackmailed, and ethereally shanghaid, that is. So we don’t want any wrong signals going back and forth about cosmic consciousness. Do we? God no! Fuck that!

If yuse has already got it, good luck! Bon voyage with the mystical, yuse ultralucky to the nth fucker! If yuse hasn’t got it yet, go get it, using the I am the inner and the outer path, if yuse wish. If yuse wanna be like the cool reporter, and sit on the fence, so’s that yuse can remain calmly objective and unbiased about cosmic consciousness. Ok. No worries! Because the fence is like a limestone blocked wall at the top, and it is 3 feet fucken wide, and yuse arse is comfortably placed. To merely report on the goings on, without having to actually get yuse arse off the wall, and become involved in them. In any way, whatsofuckenever.

Because there is no intent to come across here as being in any way fucking omnipotent. Or authorative. Or fucking knowlegable. Kerrrist! Fuck that, citizen comrade! We’ve all had enough of that fucking blown megalomanical ego crap! Whether it is bearded, or just moustached, or shaved to look like a baby’s bottom. Haven’t we? These days, some of them even have breasts, but no balls, yet they can be just as dangerously destructive as anything with balls. Especially if they have their appointed fingers on the trigger of a nuclear arsenal, which is but a stockpile of more big bombs than Satan has got. Lot’s more, actually.

The last thing that we fucking need then, either way, is another baby soul, militarily, religiously, or politically, or intellectually dressed, fucking ranting and raving, fire and brimstone brained, fucking demagogue. Quoting from some fucking book, or sprouting psycho babble crap, that their system is glorious and squeaky clean Godly, and full of Godly bucks. For them, and their mates, in their little mortal elite gang. But not for the existentially massive mystical power gang, which we all belong to, as spirits.

The last thing that we need is some existential fucking idiot, crapping on that some other system isn’t Godly enough, and that it is the enemy, (who quite possibly will be a friend in the future), and that all of its citizens should therefore, in present time, be taken out. Whether they are communists. Or terrorists. Or white redneck, capitalist, neo conservative, fundamentalist fucking pigs. Or heretics, infidels, cocksuckers, motherfuckers, or sanitary fucking engineers; whose jobs do a far greater community service than too many shit for brains politicians around the place, could ever do.

Or, do we need a new breed of higher in cosmic vibration humans, with big gold spots all over them, and the Light peeling out of and off them in waves? Or something fucken like that. Whatfuckenever! Baby soul demagogues and their freaky fucking superignorant followers, all reckon that they, the trumpted up enemy out there, should be ceremoniously killed, and dispatched without a say in it, back into the 4^th dimension. Because they who constitute the enemy are fucken bad stuff. Citizen comrade, unfuckingfortunately. No matter who you are or where yuse are, on this poxed rock, some baby soul moron of a total fuckwit, who is made out of downloaded Light, just like you are, has got a finger pointed at you, and is forthright accussing y’ of being bad enemy stuff. That should be gotten rid of, asap.

When the bone pointer lives inside of you, then yuse has got an even bigger problem, depending on the distance between yuse and yuse other killer accusers. Suicide is very easy in some parts of the middle east and Africa these days. Lots of other places too. Everybody knows that. Yuse just walk out yuse front door and God takes care of it for y’, and sometimes yuse don’t even have to do that. God sends a car or a truck or an rpg or a loaded up so called human being, or a present from the sky. Moses got his meteorites when he needed them most, and depending on where yuse hang out, you might get your’s too. A thousand to one, that they will have been made in a rich and not a poor country, too.

Now! This is all patently absurd, and a hell of a lot more fucken cock and bull than the universe ever knew in its past life. Apparently. Because from all of the research that this unbiased and objective reporter did on this cosmic consciousness gear, the absolutely last fucken thing that yuse are citizen comrade, is bad fucken stuff. Sweet Jesus, citizen comrade! Pon the Bood’s big balls! Nisarga’s too! According to fucking cosmic consciousness, yuse is just the spirit in the fucken Light, super imlpoded and ultrafucking multidimensionally condensed in vibration, playing a turd of a dualistic, accidentally fell down the fucken consciousness grace ladder, 3D holographic game. Called; of fucking course, I am a fucking human. That’s fucken all.

Nowhere in yuse astral cv though is there a mystical mention, that yuse is bad fucken stuff, that should be gotten rid of. Ignorant minds make that sort of dark shit up, because it serves their dark purposes, as regards staying at the top of the human pecking order. It is all cock and bull, apparently.

At yuse One true Source then, there is absolutely no need to get rid of yuse, and yuse couldn’t anyway, because at yuse dimensionless point, yuse is fucking timeless. Birthless and deathless, unkillable, full of existential party bliss, and mystical love, and all of that shit. So they, the greats, all say. In one way or another, that mystically yuse is the non fucking, shit fucken hot, always ascending in consciousness gear. Yuse is the Supreme Nameless One, impersonating a 3D human model, that is. Wake up to that, and all of yuse problems are terminated forever. They reckon.

There is no fucking intent here then citizen comrade, to tell yuse what in the fuck to do with yuse maybe shit of a 3D holographic, and heavily existentially Earth bound pained, physical fucken life. Yuse do what yuse fucken want, with yuse so called free fucken, holographic free will. As an independent, arseholed body. Have a fucken good one with it! With the illusion that yuse has got any sort of real existential, separated from Source independence at all, that is. Go for it, be it consciousness descension or ascension, go for it and get what yuse want. Absolutely pig out on yuse heart’s number one dreamt up desire. Dance with Mr G, or dance with Mr D, or do the twist with the Goddess.

Go out and slaughter fucken millions then, if yuse want! Drum up every backyard, abort the holographic works, wrathful God in the fucken universe, if that should please yuse. War! Until every citizen and the planet are all deader than fucken dead. Absolutely prove! Beyond a shadow of a doubt, that yuse is nothing but a useless and worthless, shit for brains human being, and holographically degrade yuseself with 3D limitation programming, if that’s y’thing.

Or have a thousand passionate love affairs citizen comrade, and a million fucking lusciously gorgeous, sloppy to the nth power, roots. Swing from the fucken chandeliers and do a shitload of 21^st century karma sutra, and orgasms yuse fucking brains out, time and time again. Just for the fucken hell of it, and because the fucking body can. So they say. Or rob a fucken bank, or piss on their rip yuse off blind fucken floor. Talk to u fucken fridge maybe, or just hang out down the coffee shop strip, looking ever so cool and casual. Like a prissied up zebra, who has got a bolt of Light up their cof g ring, and genitals powered by ultralonglife cosmic batteries.

Impersonate a fucking getting old real quick, gummy mouthed, old cunt, if yuse feel like it. It is not a too bad a holographically programmed game, that one. It has its moments, like any selected 3D human identity programme does. There are fucken worse ones, say, for instance, should yuse attempt and fail hideously to impersonate an ultra bigshot, super highlighted, fucking president. Or another snake in the grass, fucken prime minister. Or any other simulated, so called, mind propogated, holographically projected, existential shit for brains, ruling class leader. That is really just a rankly immature baby soul, who is disguising themselves holographically, as being somebody supposedly worthwhile, and cosmically important. Whilst they adhere to that line which states that war is a necessary evil, because it stimulates the economy, so that the rich can get richer. Whilst the poor cop a bullet in the chest at the front of the front. Or die of starvation in the back streets, just around the corner from where they were born. So that the threat of any internal revolution against the super rich and powerful, is well and truly staved off. Unless, God forbid, they lose the war.

Or be one of those types, if yuse wants, that reads out the ‘good’ news to y’ on the tv. Or turkey prances around their donation stage, telling yuse all about their everloving, ultra wrathful, sky God. Or impersonate something that pockets yuse hard earned dough, or dole, every time that yuse stick some bowser dick petrol into y’car. If yuse has got one, that is. The reporter hasn’t. His fucking useless shit of a stab in the back 5,000 dollar front engine blew up just around the corner from his ratbox many many moons ago, and the smoke poured forth from it copiously, like foul smelling shit does periodically from one’s arse. And the poor, poor, poor objective and unbiased reporter, he is too fucken poor, to buy another one.

Another stab in the back, shit of a 21^st century engine, that is. Be it brand new and beaming like a politician’s greasy and supercilious smile, or fucking secondhand. So that after paying the rego, and looking after the insurance, the pick up should it fuck up mob, maybe. More tyres sooner or later, and the sure as hell traffic infringements, and hopefully nothing else, and the fucking dartboard petrol hikes, and the car jackers, and the mad cunts on the roads, and terrorists, and earthquakes, tsunamis, and possible meteorite hits, it too, the hypothetical new engine, just like the other one did, can fucken fucking blow up! So that it too will have to be replaced, another one bought, and oily jobs will be saved, and the war can go on into the even more expensive, democraticly secure future. Where outdated is yesterday’s word, and everything created after midnight is already obsolete and devalued a 1000% by high noon.

If yuse want venerable citizen comrade, drop fucken dead and rejoice forever on the other side, if there is one. Otherwise, enjoy the peacefully released bliss of not being a fucken human, when yuse is dead. Because what the fuck does it fucking matter, what yuse fucken do, or appear to be, in a fucking holographic dream, where no thing is really real? For real. Because it is just gunna fucken fade away back into nothing, sooner or later. It is all gunnafuckendisappear in implosion to a fucken point, and absolutely fucking vanish. Poof! No more! Imploded, or reverse exploded, back to a dimensionless point, where it all came from, in the first fucken place. Cosmic game over. Fucken gone, for fucken ever. Movie or tv or computer mind screen, dead and buried. But not whose yuse really is, citizen comrade, and that is the true Guru’s good news.

That dematrixed side of yuse is apparently never dead. It is timeless and It goes on and on and on to the nth power, as something fucking else, that cannot be described or known by or reached by the mind, and its garbage dump full of plastic words. Yuse can only be It! Again. Here, It is sometimes called the Nameless One. Which is one of the names along with the Real, that Nisarga used for It. Being that which we call enlightenment or Light.

Matter, energy, space, time, or dimension, human or not, it is all gunna go. It will all dissolve back into the pure and absolute consciousness from out of which it cameth in the first place, and sooner or fucking later, the seen returns to the unseen. Where it came from. They say. The greats do. Nothing can fucken touch yuse there though, just beyond that absolute consciousness strip, where yuse never ever change or fucking fade away, at yuse mystically magical, I amless Source, and that is all that is really fucking important. So they say.

Nothing else here is, the greats reckon. Except maybe love, compassion, ultra non violence, and having considerable tolerance as regards the true evolutionary progress of yuseself and others and everything else, into who you really are. This is a holographic tinsel zone, those who have so far wiped their arses with the matrix here tell. If yuse want the Real fucken gold here, then yuseave gotta do what Nisarga did. Stick yuse mind’s anus into I am neutral nothing that is, and don’t fucken move.

Be still. Be silent. Be quieter than a fucking mouse. Be an impersonal, non fucking, transcendental investigator of the mystical. Absolutely shut the fucking fuck up. Or just watch the symbolic noises and images, and don’t take yourself to be involved in what is being watched, in any way, or shape, or form. Be them all, and be none of them too. Go beyond and go beyond and go beyond, and never fucking stop going beyond. Get really out of it, by going deep into its inner centre to its focal primal I am point, and just like Alice, find yuse dimensionless to dimension crossover spot, and be small and be big, and be both at the same time. Then be neither and be fucken nothing again. You’ll fucken love the blessed and blissful relief of existentially shedding the hideous mortal weight called the single and separate personality, they reckon.

Be the inner and the outer and the beyond, like yuse fucken used to be. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..est up in the shade of the great fucken void, where the super restless mind is just not bugging yuse, at all. Because yuse has parked the fucken thing in yuse cosmic garage and yuse is on the loose as free wheeling, liberated mystical spirit, again. Where yuse has given the solid illusion the fingers up, and the infinite and eternal ethereal fluidity is who yuse are again, and the human is just a projection at the end of the existential chain that yuse has pulled.

That’s what our boy, who never went to school, but married and had kids and ran a small shop business selling hand rolled fags and kid’s clothing, done. That’s what Nisarga did. He stitched the matrix here right up, he did. He gave it a right fucking shafting, he did. Mercilessly, he pumped the mystical fuck out of it with the non dual, and then it blew up into a blissful fucken nothing. He realised 100% plus, that he was that blissful nothing describable that is It, and did a considerable 3D sentence alerting and illuminating others to their common spiritual and mystical identity with him as body projection, and It. Whom he had naturally become. Again.

They all did it actually, the greats did. Fucked the 3D matrix up the arse, and reversed the normal, where the matrix fucks one’s existential arse non stop, that is. Girls have dun the return to being It trip too. They are not averse to giving the matrix here what for. Don’t fucken worry about that citizen comrade! From the data researched by this incredibly unbiased and objective reporter on cosmic consciousness, they’ll be doing a lot more of being It, in the very near future. Too. The girls will. Because cosmic consciousness is not in any way, shape or fucking form, an exclusive boy’s club. Oh no! It is the total and absolute reverse of that.

Because the cosmic boys all work for love and Light, apparently, and ethereal luuuuuvvvvvv, is feminine in mystical appearance, and Her energy dominates the astral systems. So they say. Everyone under God bows to the Big Mama then, apparently. Because apparently, so the greats say, no Big Mama consciousness, no fucken primal I am conceptualisation as a grand design, and no fucken sky God. Or sky Gods. As even they, as we must consciously imply I am human, to be one, must pump out I am God, to be one. No little apprentice Goddesses or Gods either, without the I am. Either up in the ethereal sky, or winging it down on the motherfucking ground. Nothing! Sweet fuck all! It is written then. Everyone bows to the big mystical Mama, because She pumps out the first I am like girls pump out babies, including those who become Gods and Goddesses. Sooner or later.

After that, after going beyond big Mama the primal I am again, one apparently then surrenders totally and absolutely to the love in the Light, which is absolutely and totally genderless. Apparently. Even Big Mama gets swallowed up by the Nameless One then. So they say. She doesn’t mind that though, apparently. She digs it when love loves Light absolutely, and Light loves love absolutely. So they say. She has no quarrel with that quarelless, quite natural, mysticalgate state of affairs. Not at all. When light and dark both go home to the original Light that bore them both, She don’t mind at all. The Master didn’t either, and he towed the Big Mama’s line that points the finger at yuse as being It, the disguised Light fucking around with a human projected form. He did. Take your 3D perceptual world to be dreaming and have done with it and wake up from it, was his counsel. Use the I am path to do that, he suggested. Over and over and over again.

He, this Nisarga fucker then, flushed this craphole 3^rd dimension away, and it went down the multidimensional toilet. Citizen comrade! How would yuse like to have some of that, in your shit of a fucking beautiful, 3D life? How would yuse like to have a share of the cosmic pie called cosmic consciousness, like JC, and the Master, and Bood, and all of the others got. How did they do it? Huhh! Hohh! Fuckafuckenduck! Apparently. They just switched their psyches to the I am the inner and the outer, the outer and the inner, mystical model. They did. Could any of us existential slow fucken learners do that? Is it possible to reverse I am me the inner the skin only, and I want it all, and I want it fucken now? And I’ll fucken kill ya ya fucken fucker, if yuse don’t fucken hand it over. Now!

Spose it is. Whadday’fuckenreckon, comrade citizen? Could yuse slay the beast inside, by dismissing it as 3D mind junk and leaving it alone, and walk on ethereal fucken water if yuse absolutely fucken had to? For the common good, and your’s too. Is there a law against it? Against running I am the inner and the outer, the above and the below and the beyond, and the in u face shit too. Not yet, and cosmic consciousness is every bod’s by divine mystical right, and apparently denial of that right cannot be enforced by any state.

Any thought police or simple minded hired gun state goons, sent against anyone with full blown cosmic consciousness these days, wouldn’t get very far, and they would be treading where angels of the highest order fear to tred. So they say, they have significantly hotted up the 5D human model, and they are now unkillables. Apparently, when a full blown 5^th dimensional manifests, it really is, something really magically special. Any thought police pitted against them will be long dead well before they even get out of their front doors, and the idiotic ultraviolent baby souls will have absolutely no fucken chance against them. All of their weapons including nuclear ones, will be absolutely useless against the 5^th dimensionals, apparently.

It will be a brand spanking new holographic homosapien model, which can suck body sustaining energy from out of the air, takes over from the dull headed and dimwitted neanderthal one, re run. Food is food and mystical food shits all over what goes down the throat and into a stomach. Apparently. Souls can do anything to a mind generated hologram that they want to, because the mind is their fine tool, and not who they really are. It is Tubular Bells kind of mystical stuff, and everybody has an existential excorist living inside of them, who goes by the name of the Nameless One.

Find the Nameless One and yuse find out who yuse really are existentially, mystically and spiritually. Yuse clean up in the cosmic stakes, yuse do. Absolutely. That’s the cosmic game, not good versus evil. Good versus evil is for those who cannot internally divorce the beast from the angel, and instead, play that out on the outside of their mind projected bodies. To the detriment of lots and lots and lots of other people, who become the victims of their mad illusions. That they are fucken around in a soul’s virtual reality hologram, they have no idea, and to them, it is all as real as blood and bone. It is not to the Guru though. To the Guru it is Milky Way, mind generated holographic illusion, and beyond it and back into the Light, is all that is really fucken real. Whilst a whole lot of cock and bull greedy ultraviolent nastiness, is currently about all that predominates in this crud of a dimension. Why vote for that, when yuse can have cosmic consciousness for absolutely nothing, and no one at all will get killed? They’ll just ascend in consciousness.

They also reckon that what the full blown cosmic consciousness mind can now do would leave every alien for dead, and a 3D human wouldn’t even get off the existential block. If it is an ultraviolent baby soul, with not enough Light in it to sustain it thru the Earth’s pupported coming transmutation though, it may get demanifested and downloaded to another infantile and juvenile soul’s, re run 3D set up. By some real big sister, big brother, ethereal police types, who intend to make a non dualistic heaven, on this dualistically poxed Earth. Using the Light power that the meek and intuitive have in their hearts, apparently.

This is a holographic dreaming model that many slightly evolved souls here are quite attracted to, because they could sure use some heavyastralweight help, when it comes to dealing with the ultraviolent baby souls. Who, most unfortunately for them, will not get the big existential picture this time around. And that, is definitely written, because the eyes tell it all. Apparently, quite a few astral classrooms are full of existential fuckwits. Who all wanted to rule their own mind generated hologram called Earth, and no wonder that the Nameless One pisses Itself with bliss. With superduncehead entertainment like that, and its opposite too, all over the holographic joint, how could yuse do anything else, but laughs yuse mystical and timeless guts out at it all? What a fucken show! Mind made movies everyfuckenwhere!

Yuse don’t have to do any holographic business though, because the holographic business takes care of itself, and yuse just watch the entertainment. Yuse do. Apparently. At Source point, that’s all that yuse really do. Because you’re not really in any fucken thing at all, and really, every fucken thing is in you, as the existential inner and outer mysticalness that spawns it all. The greats all reckon. Unlimited holograms in the mystical toy box to play with from the witnessing position, sort of cosmic gear, it sounds like. Far out stuff! Like the hippies used to say. Inner and outer magic, me Guru BA reckons It is. Or must be. Don’t miss the interview with BA coming up citizen comrade, because he’s a really interesting old North Perth cunt. We have another fifty odd pages of this objective and unbiased shit to go, and then we’re in like Flynn into the interview with mein Guru.

Crossing the mystical bridge then, and going existentially home, sure sounds a lot better to this reporter than bumping up the fucken war in holographic Iraq. Or anywhere fucken else, in this anus of a hologram. This reporter lays it on the line though that this is just fuck around stuff. It is in no way a blog that is meant to be taken seriously, in any way whatsoever. Because the reporter would be the first to admit that he knows fucken nothing. Nothing at all.

How can yuse nose knows anything for fucken deadset real, when yuse is just fucken soul dreaming, in a stupidly tedious third dimensional, dualistic hologram? Inside the reporter then is the germinal idea, and the idea only, that the reporter is just fucking around. Playing with words, killing some time, taking the piss out of everything and entertaining himself, that’s all. Doing a bit of a payback job for a Guru type friend called BA, as well. Maybe even, buying himself some decent 4^th dimensional virtual reality, astral time credits in the afterworld. (Yes! Yes! Yes!) Hopefully, anyway, he won’t have to come back to a superfuckenturd of a holographic planet like this one, for a long, long, long time. He might get ten, or even a hundred thousand fucken years in the astral, before he has to show up on the Earth again. If he is a good little Highgate disciple boy that is, and he actually completes this unbiased and objective report, on the very venerable I am path to cosmic consciousness. For BA, and the glowing ones who are ethereally backing him.

As unenlightenment bulges grotesquely out of many a waywardly ignorant citizen then, and as enlightenment is just under the skin of so many others, in the majority of souls playing here, and as it hard rains down upon this wretchedly beautiful planet, we fuck around some. Because fucking around some, is all that there is really to do, when all that there really is, is mind generated, simulated holographics.

Trees are nice. So’s the beach, the sun, the stars, and the moon. Venus is cool when she comes up, and some animals are nice. They are absolutely magnificent and splendidly put together, formed up creations. People are strange though, because they haven’t got a fucken clue, who they really are. From who they really are they are holographically and existentially estranged, and so the greats say, this is the crux of all human suffering. Existential estrangement, that is. The Guru feels the pain more than anyone else apparently, but the Light blows the pain away for the Guru, and all is well.

The Nameless One fucks around with universes galore, and monitors the holographic games going on within them, waiting to spot Its Real Self, as a speck of primal I am Light intuitional inference, on any grid there. The poor reporter fucks around with an ancient computer, one that T Rex should have stomped and shat voluminously on. The old Earth bound bitch keeps going though, and so long as she does, the reporter probably fucken will too. If the fags don’t knock him off first. Fair enough. One has to do something to get one’s kicks, when negotiating holographic route 666. Don’t they, citizen comrade?

Because the tv stations are re running the re run that they not that long ago re ran, and not long before that also re ran. More than a couple of times actually, too. Which is exactly the same as everything else about one’s head, in this vaginally delivered, shit of a superultradickhead supersaturated, beautiful third dimension. Because it is war and peace inside and out, on this senile-penile fight club rock, re run, re run, re run….etfuckingcetera.

Are you a wee bit tired then citizen comrade? Like the reporter is a wee bit, of the existentially dualistic, re run war and peace inside and out shit in life, and have you had more than a fucking gutful of playing this 3^rd dimension as just one limited and imperfect, fucking arse wiping, human being? Are you absolutely fucking fed up with not having an absolute fucken existential and mystical ball? Like yuse fucken used to, in the good old ethereal days. Apparently, according to the collective mythology behind our collective fall from grace. Are you thinking, maybe a bit too much? Something like.

‘Fuck this absolute cunt of an existence, and fuck this superdickhead ultraviolents, supersaturated place! It is just too fucking bizarre for my fucking peace and harmony loving soul’s liking. By crikey! Fuckafuckenduck! This joint is spiked to its fucken core with fear and hate, hypocrisy after hypocrisy, injustice after injustice, cruelty after cruelty, and unbelievable ultra ultraviolence. The gone too far into the holographic dark beast, is having a shit in and on this fucken place! Its getting its last oily 3D holographic turd out! It’s the riding the snake’s back allright, and it is trying to suicide because it thinks that its bad and imperfect stuff, but the angel in it won’t let it.

Fuckafuckenduck! What a shame! What a fucken shame! Because I would love to blow this oily snake’s hell hole, and get the fuck out of this shit of a fucking world, and fucken go home. Boo hoo hoo! Poor me! I am an existential victim of the highest order, and I am most defintely not fucking liking it down here, in this superturd of a place. It is so existentially depressing to be such a low form of fucked up dualistic life, in a sea of that, it really fucken is. Such a boringly pointless, futile and excrutiatingly existentially painful, absolute crap of a holographic exercise, it is. So that quite fucken frankly! I’d rather be a fucken astral, any fucken day!’

Or r u thinking something similar?

Or are you thinking maybe a bit more Hiltonesquely? Yuse know? Like riding the razor’s edge of quintessence, and all of that. With -

‘Rah! Rah! Rah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blow the fucken holographic party trumpet some more, and let it all fucken hang out! I am absolutely loving the absolutely fabulous 24/7 existential party that I am having here, and I am liking it so very very much, that I don’t ever fucken want to fucken die, and have to leave this gloriously beautiful planet!’

Stuff.

Are you one of those mad mad mad fucken citizens, who desires eternal life as one so called human fucking being? So that it maybe scares the shit out of yuse that sooner or later, yuse is going to have to go astral again, and leave yuse very venerable, really liking the exquisite Earth life of an arsehole, behind. To the worms, or a pretty hot gas or wood fuelled fire. Providing that they don’t run out of wood or gas, that is.

In which case it would just be the standardised and state of the art worms and maybe the odd maggot, who finish yuse fucken food body of an arsehole off. So that yuse old venerable ring shall be rendered fucking asunder, and never fucken stink something horrible, ever fucken again. No shit shall ever pour forth from your old mortal hole again, because that old illusory hole just won’t exist holographically, anymore. You! As who yuse really are though, will. Yuse hasn’t got an anus at Source point apparently citizen comrade, and that is some fucking tremendously good news. Isn’t it? As formlessness, yuse is not any body, that is. They are in you, phantom like. Yuse don’t shit at all, when yuse goes mystically home. Apparently. Enlightenment then, is everything that it is cracked up to be. It is the dunnyless and the arsewipingless state, for sure. It’s the gear that we’re all so heftily fucker dreaming about having in our fucking lives again, then. Or at least, some doing the long dark night of the soul trip out in the suburbs are.

Because at yuse Source, yuse is the never born, and the never died, inclusive, absolutely subjective, timeless, stufflessness stuff. Yuse is the changeless and the Real magic in and about the place, and beyond it too. Yuse is the lot and the beyond, and not the little itty bit human. Apparently, according to the Master Nisarga. The others too. The, you are already the enlightened Light citizen comrade, because yuse is already made out of Light, and so the fuck is everything else, and kick back with that trip, they all reckon, is pretty cool. It is absolutely mind blowing and mind exploding, and lusciously gorgeous and mystically wicked as well. So they say, having cosmic consciousness up yuse arse and on yuse hammer, is pretty fucking hot stuff. As far as waking up to who you really are, and becoming stupendously alive with the mystical shit that they call the real existential truth, all goes.

If so, or what the fuckever, either way along this duality of the human sense of appreciation or lack of it, regarding 3D bodied up life, why not just do what the greats did and reverse the I am the person in the body conceptualisation, non stop, 24 hours a day? For a week, a month, a few months, or a year, or a couple of them, or more; and see how y’ fucken go. The bet here is that you’ll be flying around this buzzy buzzing holographic universe, sooner or later. As the universal spirit, again. It is written in the ink of existential destiny that you shall fucken fly as liberated spirit again. For sure. Apparently, that is an existential crutch fact, and the Master Nisargadatta told that you can’t argue with such an existential crutch fact. Resistance to It the Supreme Self and the One life is absolutely futile, he reckoned. Sooner or later, and let it be fucken sooner for all of our sakes, It the Real the Nameless One will get the fucken lot of us, because we are already and can never not be It, was his thing.

We all come out of the Light then, and we all fucken go back into It too, and inbetween we play some wicked, and some not so wicked, holographic games. It seems. But then everybody who has even got their nose above the baby soul and still in existential nappies level knows that almost intuitionally somehow, don’t they? Do they live it? No they don’t. Why fucken not? Why don’t they live as pretty happy articles of physicalised mystical Light? Because their 3D minds have been pre programmed with a whole lot of conceptual based on the perceptual, existential 3D bullshit. That’s why they are running on false, I am the ego backed voice in the head of the body only, poison thinking.

That’s why they live as single and separated units battling with the dark side of the 3D mind inside and out, and not as the whole lot, and all that they get generally is the odd drop of pleasure in an endless sea of existential pain. Re run, throughout their entire life spans. Many who are left behind sob when these ones die, but these ones don’t. They’re as happy as Larry, or Larry’s fucken sister, to see the final arse end of their particular body burdens. Apparently. They didn’t think too much of being bemused in a thoroughly bemusing, ultra violent holographic world. Who in the fuck does, citizen comrade? Besides baby souls, who get off on ultra violence for the 3D wrathful power hit in it, because they don’t know their own existential ropes yet.

Aren’t humans funny critters then, citizen comrade? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh fuckafuckenduck! They are so fucken funny, sometimes. They’re a fucking weird mob! Hey? People are strange and yuse can both love them and hate them in a second flat, and some people have sung songs about that and made some dosh, whilst others have sung songs about being estranged, and made nothing. They’ll bust their guts, human critters will, to save one life, or a bunch of whales, who like many people, may just have had a fucking gutful of this planet, and get this. Practically the whole nation will follow the cheat death story, and the hang on like fuck, to the gloriously horrific 3D existential angst life story, (which so many detest deep down) like it was their particular cheat death story, or something. But then again, citizen comrade. Da da dum!

On another, considerably more dirty holographic day, humans will take out a couple of hundred thousand plus, or Christ knows how many these days, of their own kind. In a lot less than sixty minutes too. Now figure that one out citizen comrade, and what the fuck else can one say? Of course! It is a blatant ground zero fact!

It is a fucking fucker of a fact, that fucks us fucking right up individually and collectively. What is this fucking fact? It is the fact that we all, all of us poor slobbed up dimensional arsesliders of the grace heirarchy, and the absolutely lost members of matrix buster’s incorporated, existentially exist, in a fucking duality. That’s d, u, a, l, i, t and y, citizen comrade. Where y’cannot have any one condition without the other polar opposite condition also existing, and also. It would therefore have to be future prophesised that true peace loving humans have absolutely no future in a low level consciousness duality, given the baby soul’s present and past scraping the bottom of the duality consciousness barrel. Which is a far too much horror being scooped up performance.

Yet, because they exist in a duality, true and real human peace lovers do have a smashing existential future already lined up and waiting for them with open unconditionally loving arms, in a very high level of consciousness, non duality. Which is just all loaded up with the beautiful, because all of the illusory holographic horror has been fucked off. Apparently. According to the Masters, that is what the 5^th dimension is all about.

Because false data programming to believe in a reality where one is separate from and has been abandonned like an unwanted orphan child, by the One life, equals pain. Pain fucken galore, actually. The One life has abandonned no one though. That is an individual and a collective illusion. Comfortably, we all rest even now, snug and secure and loved unconditionally within the fold of It the Real’s eternally timeless, inner -outer bosom. A wave of an ocean is always that ocean, and can never not be that ocean. A timeless spark of Light can never cease to be a timeless spark of Light. We are all quite supranaturally secure then. We always have been, and we always will be, too. Our supranatural and mystical connections to our dimensionless points of pure Light then can never be cut. Like the umbilical chord so easily can, so that generally speaking, some sort of divine tragedy follows.

It the Real, almost unconsciously so, apparently, is waiting patiently for das humans to wake up, to play with much higher consciousness levels than they have so far. It seems also that the Real knows no concept called extinction, being the timeless, and not one of Its spirits has ever died for real. Lots and lots and lots of their human projections have though, and if one fears something, then one can’t have any fun with it. Lots and lots and lots of people take a bullet then, only to discover that Death is really Love in disguise. So they say.

The I am path is a bullet of a path that can get one an audience with Love, far quicker than death can. The master was living proof of that, and when the Goddess energy shows up big time and gives this dying joint a multidimensional shake, and a few baby soul’s arses a good stiff boot off this holographic rock, she will be too. Living proof that the Nameless One does play with 3D, 4D and 5D form, that is. Apparently, this is the human future, that many women as well as men will access cosmic consciousness. So they say. According to the data researched by this very unbiased reporter, on the rather interesting subject of cc. That is.

It, the 3D personalised mindtool then, apparently, is just the ignorant little lost self ignoring the very found, wider self gear, mostly. With a plethora of I am this and that, conceptual based on the perceptual, tripe descriptions and accusations, flooding it. Especially, the I am a just a body one. With dualistic like and dislike allegations, judgements and beliefs inside it, galore. About itself and everything else, that is. That is, the 3D mindset, for sure. It is judge, jury and executioner, inside and out, about the inside and the outside, in a snap of the fingers, all right. Dogs and feathered cocks can take an instant dislike to each other, and want to fight to the death on the spot, and guess what? Humans using a 3D mindset can too. In fact, some of them can do nothing else, and that is why they are called here, baby souls.

It is creation, evolution and destruction, recycling, full on, is the ol’ 3D mindset. It is unbelievable restlessness and rampant chaos and a drop of peace, re run, until either doomsday or enlightenment comes. With anything but I am pure I am, I am, really, that’s all, in its constitution, it slaughters away, and re runs its put down, self destruct, patternised aspect. In the name of some imagined and invented sky God, or just a plain old 3D separation from Source psychoses, or both. Whatever. Darkness does appear to freak the 3D mind out and send it holographically haywire, and that’s probably because it is an organ of the Light. When the mind turns away from the Light of its Source, it gets into some serious dimensional trouble. When it turns around and faces the Light square on again though, and accepts the Light as being its divine benefactor, and surrenders to It, that is when all of its problems are solved. So they say, surrender to your Self, of which every single thing that exists is an expression, and all will go well for you. Forever.

Gross existential stupids, or baby soul fuckers of the highest order, who are nothing but vicious murderers, are hailed as heroes in this joint, whilst a cosmic consciousnessly endowed guy like the Master Nisarga never got a mention in any newspaper. Nor was one shot of him ever portrayed on those shows which are called the ‘news’, yet which would be more aptly named the Spews. Because if the baby soul darkness here controls the media outlets, and it does, then the Spews is all that you’ll get, on your box. Or boxes. Which just goes to show that it is the spew, or the compulsive fascination with darkness invested in the 3D consciousness here, that keeps the ultraviolent baby souls going, and in power.

Their power though is nothing to anyone who even has a hint of cosmic consciousness. To anyone who even has a tiny drop of this gear active in them, the ultraviolent baby souls are already dead. The Master made this clear long ago, when he said;

‘The real does not die, the unreal never lived.’

Many a baby soul mongrel here would scoff themselves stupid at that line. Slightly evolved souls with a tad of decent intuition in them however will just smile, and maybe chuckle to themselves a bit. They may even thank the stars that as far as being an ultra violent baby soul moron goes, they’ve already been there and done that. Long, long ago, and now for them is the time to access cosmic consciousness, and to really start playing with the existential and ethereally mystical, life variable. Because cosmic consciousness is life here exploded a kazillion, kazillion times. Here one lives as a flickering candle, in the middle of a getting dryer real quick, dung paddock. Whilst with cc pumping thru one’s veins, one lives as a sun. On the I am path, one follow’s one’s mystical sun. Apparently.

It the mind’s workings then, holographically and technically speaking, is not who you really are, because you can’t ever ‘know’ who you really are, because subject and object don’t exist, when you are who you really are. Nothing does comrade citizen, so they say. You can only be who you really are timelessly in the exact moment, and all knowing is 3D dreaming horsehit, really. It’s holographic movie stuff, from which the soul comes and goes as projected, up front, bodymind machine front up. Apparently. Who you really are is way, way, way beyond this dreadfully insipid shit, and turded up catastrophic crap, called 3D life on Earth.

This is the gross of the fucken grossest, to the marrow in the bones of the baby souls, and ours too, citizen comrade, but you emanate from that which isn’t even subtle, and which absolutely nothing at all can define. Who you really are, as pure existential Light essence, no human will ever get their tongue around. Or stick their uninvited and unwanted dick, fist or a knife into. Or bullet, or blow away. One puff from who you really are, and it is they who are blown away. As holographically ultraviolent baby souls, who would not have a fucken clue in Hades really, what they are really doing with their nonsensical, existential existences. Retrograding them to the max they are, that is. Piling up recent ultra heavy negative payback karma, on top of old ultra heavy negative payback karma, is their babe soul business. But it is not ours citizen comrade, is it?

Ours is to get this cosmic consciousness shit, a firing up our mystical arses. According to BA anyway. Apparently, that is the divine duty of every slightly evolved soul who is existentially negotiating this ultra violent, superdickhead supersaturated, holographic dump. Which is full of wayward, and very naughty, and very boring, refusing to bow to the existential Light, ultraviolent baby souls.

At source point of pure Light citizen comrade, you are way to the nth beyond beauty. Apparently, according to the greats, you are beyond power, and you are beyond glory too. No paltry words invented by some wayward mind tool can describe you, and the nearest that one can get is to say that you are made out of Light. Just like the Nameless One is, whom you are as a spirit, in third dimensional disguise. So they say.

You fell down the grace ladder, rather severely so, comrade citizen, and yuse mystically arseroad it into an absolutely chronic third dimensional, deep sleep. You forgot a fucken heap of cosmic stuff, about who you really are mystically as the inner-outer gear, and the accursed 3D sleeping sickness here got into y’cells. It solidly phatomised yuse wider consciousness inside a skin cage, and fucken convinced yuse that you was a 100% fucking human. Which is existential and mystical bullshit, of the highest order, on a planet full of a few temper tantruming, ultra violent baby souls, and lots and lots of slightly evolved, soul dudesses and dudes.

Ethereally and astrally toilet trained types, that is. Gross karmic bullshit avoiders, that is. Witches and wizards, that is. The live and let live and let be, have a chat leaning on the mystical rake out in the lush existential garden, just about any old time, mob. The I am not into killing or doing violence to anybody at fucken all, across the coloured and cultural board, tribe. The majority at 66.6 percent and rising of slightly evolved souls, fucken around in this crazy hologram. That is. The only bomb that any human should deliver to another human then is called a decent fucking insight. Really, there is absolutely no need to be ultra violent at all, and one decent fucking insight is a kazillion to the nth times more powerful than a nuclear bomb. Or any ‘vision’ put forth by any supersaturated egoised ‘leader’, with only an extremely limited, third dimensional mindset operating in their constitutions.

No dark lord or dark lordess anyway, whether it has got a fucken anus or not, has got a show against the Nameless One. Apparently. Without the Nameless One setting it all holographically up, they wouldn’t last a millisecond, as existences. Apparently. On this beautiful turd of a rock though, there are just so many who do not get that yet. Here, we call them ultraviolent baby souls. Don’t we citizen comrade?

Is yuse a slightly evolved soul, citizen comrade? Of course yuse fucken is! If yuse wasn’t, yuse wouldn’t have been able to get past the first three pages of this incredibly unbiased and objective fucking report, regarding cosmic fucking consciousness. Would yuse? We are not following millenium years old, established 3D convention here comrade, are we? We’ve broken off from that mega old and well worn human bull and cow’s trail across the herd’s existential paddock, and we’ve headed off into the mystical multidimensional and dimensionless bush. Relax! Relax! Relax! Yuse is in familiar, inner-outer territory. Or yuse should fucken be, by fucken now.

One couldn’t really expect much else then, realistically speaking, from a holographic point of view, but a fucken bum 3D ride, on such a dreadfully low grade to high grade, anally retentive, anally stocked planet. Could one? To be set up as body burden on this rock, is an existential bum rap of the highest order, from the first breath of so called 3D life. Isn’t it? Quite difficult, coming from the ultra clean waters of a harmonious environment, into the shit dirty solidity of a not very harmonious one. That’s no big deal though citizen comrade. That’s yesterday’s gear, and the present is about to become the future. So they fucken say. Who’s that? The fucken mystics, that is. Is yuse a mystic, comrade? If not, just pscyhe re run I am a mystic until fucken doomsday, and you’ll soon become one. A real existential thrill seeker, chasing the mystical Real, that is.

Because it is fucking nothing really, the existential angst shit. Yuse is allright, because yuse is already made out of Light, and you can never not be made out of Light. It is not important that the fucking food body should live for long, the Master said, and that is good news, on a rock where yuse don’t get much good news. The I am path to cosmic consciousness though is full of good news. It is all about getting rid of the inherited secondhand, 3D propoganda shit, the concept infested, psycho babble language that is, that has yuse absolutely and thoroughly convinced that yuse is not fucken already Light, and therefore enlightened. Already. Right here and now. Can u dig it citizen comrade?

Yuse got holographically conned as pure consciousness again, to be dick or vagina bound up, by a fucken mind tool, and the only one who can undo the con forever and ever, and explode you into living as genuinely liberated mysticality, is y’fuckingself. Reprogramme yuse mind tool, and tune the fucken thing up to cosmic consciousness, is the go. According to the greats.

Because the beautiful woman, and the ugly one too, are both made out of Light, and the bloke, even if he is a fucking dickhead and a very immature baby soul, he’s still made out of Light too. Just as much as the handsome hulk is. The dogshit on Earth, the spew, the horror, flowers, and even the Devil, if he exists, are all made from Light as well. God too, if he exists, and there is absolutely nothing in this universe that is not made out of Light. Including nothing itself. Apparently. It the fucken Light the Real and the Nameless One, rules. Humans never do. They just chase personal and group power to satiate their egos, but really they are just chasing their tailed arses, like dogs sometimes do, and they are living on existentially borrowed, holographic time. Such is the nature of the baby soul.

All sins are forgiven and their karma transcended in the non duality of cosmic consciousness, where all concepts including the one of sin die, and where apparently we are individually and species bound. It is no big deal what has come before really, because on the I am path yuse can wake up quite satisfactorily from this terrible, shitty 3D dreaming. Then yuse can stick it up Mick, and run thru the ol’ psyche, I am getting some existential satisfaction! At long, long last. So that which has come before picking up the I am path, good or bad, is perceived as being just perfect steps on the path to waking up, and not damning stuff.

You are beyond the beyond, even. Apparently. At your Source point. No emotion or thought that comes out of the holographic 3D poo pool is really you. No named or shaped thing is you, really, but you are all names and shapes, and the formless, and beyond the formless too. You are not special, nor extraordinary, or ordinary, or any thing at all. You are just the One who is allthatis, at your divine infintesimal speck of Light source, though that is not a megalomanical ego trip. Because so are all other humans, animals and plants, and as the Master said, ‘every grain of sand upon the beach is God’, and every infintesimal speck in the picture, is the One painter of the picture. They’re the primal facts, and all other facts are fiction. So they say.

Citizen comrade. Does that cosmically delight y’, that yuse is really the One, behind the matrix, or does it scare the absolute fucken shit of y’? Evoking in yuse the no! No! No! For God’s sake! No! No! No! Anything – but; I am that! Reaction.

The stuff of the panic attack reaction and full on with chronic anxieties reaction, to the supermegasubtle vibes of the One life, honing in on y’ right now, thru the spirit of cosmic consciousness. That is. The rebound karma of the whole ethereal weight of the absolute truth of the I am the inner and the outer stuff, asserting itself mystically over the falsity of the inherited and so far lived, I am the in the body only conceptualisation. That is.

In this poxed and vexed early 21^st century era, where it is so absolutely necessary that one should let the One life hone in on one – do you still, after millions of fucking years of evolution, deny It the Real the One life, the existential right of way? In your crud of a 3D life. Phoooooooooaaaaa! Fucking dangerous comrade citizen! Very fucken dangerous, actually! Who the fuck are you? Stuff. Hey? Crisis coming! Maybe. Too. And yet does that not define I am a body only conceptualisation, that it excludes the spirit of the outer – inner, inner – outer, and therefore invites crisis after crisis, to manifest? So that eventually, quite often because of chronic despair or close calls with death, reorientation to the reality of the inner – outer truth can be facilitated. Yet most of us do it, somehow, someway, 24/7, just about. What’s that?

Exude the fuck off! I don’t want to be the fucken One yet! I am not ready! Reaction, that is. The I am nowhere near fucken ready! Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off! I am desiring to sit with I am just a limited and imperfect human body mind machine, trying to stay sane and earn a buck and get another fuck! Reaction. The fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I like fuckey-fuckey! Because fuckey-fuckey is the name of the game down here. Not fucking enlightenment for everybody! Gear.

The I am Betty or Fred Flintstone! I am! Of that political lineage stuff, y’know? The I am definitely not the fucken One! Mindset push into even more deeper, in the shit, body identification limitation. The instead emphatically stressed, I am a limited and imperfect, singular and separated skin bag full of trouble. Stuff. The I am a not quite the full quid, and I am God licensed to both re run fuck up with war for personal or gang profit, and to dream up existential saviour sky Gods galore, theme. The I am a creation of some wrath wielding sky God, gear, or thought level. Which is such incredibly limiting kid soul stuff, that it is just not funny. Denial of Self never is, until enlightenment is reached. So they say.

The road to enlightenment is a fucking existentially painful one then, and that’s another fact. Then, with enlightenment, it is all just a big mystical joke, because you lost your fucken Self absolutely, with I am a human, and then you found y’fucken Self absolutely, with I am not a human. In the exact same holographic game, mind you, and you gotta ask y’self citizen comrade, how many little humans have done that in the last six billion years? Not fucken many, hey? A handful, that’s all. There’s no holographic game in the entire universal market then, that comes within even a kazillion kazillion fucken light years of the mystical game that the Real plays. As the inner and the outer and the beyond too, and the Nameless One, is very aptly named here.

Because if it is true that yuse is the sleeper One in 3D disguise, then the aforementioned I am God created limitation mindset description, is all cock and bull, secondhand inherited hooey, and this unbiased reporter reporting on cosmic consciousness would seriously bet y’ that it is. True, behind and beyond the mind, poste matrix shafting, that yuse really is the fucken One. Along with every other fucker, on this prostrate poisoned, and now vaginally poisoned, baby soul free for all, fight club rock.

Which means that the person in the body whom you think that yuse are, and the real world which y’think that y’live in, are mystical holographic fakes, generated by the mindtool, and in the true reality, they just don’t exist. Sorry! But according to the greats, they fucken don’t. Not without the mind doing its simulated, projected movie, holographic thing, anyway. That’s what the ones who have reached cosmic consciousness say, anyway. They say that life here is just an unbelievably narrow and focalised perceptual holographic dreaming that is propelled by memory, and to take it to be an incredibly narrow and focalised holographic perceptual dreaming that is propelled by memory, and have done with it as being the unreal and just a soul’s made up movie, and not the Real, is the way to go.

Because the Earth is just a holographic programme, and the existential hard drive which downloads this Earth is full to the brim, with fucking holographic programmes. For a start there’s the fucken Venus one, and the fucken Mars one, then there’s an infinity of other ones. Apparently. Some of them are honky dorey, and some of them are simulated shits of things, like this one. Yet in this one, it being dualistic, a soul can go a long, long, long way mystically, if they don’t get all snarled up in the web of desire and fear, or God forbid, run around killing others. So that they retrograde their soul’s works something shocking, and only the guides, if they exist, can sort the ultra violent baby souls out now. We can’t citizen comrade!

We’ve got no fucken chance. We’ll be dead lucky to get thru the next 20 odd years and still have something left to fucken walk on, or float around in when we are lucid dreaming. Apparently, the cosmic chips are already on the fucken holographic table, too. The ol’ karmic, spray y’shit back in y’existential face, roulete wheel, she’s a spinning real fast now too. Like she’s on fucken ‘ice’ or something, so they say. The baby souls are in for a future shock or two all right, and don’t yuse worry about that. The neo conservatives, the idiot terrorists and the street psychos, because they are exactly the same in that they love killing power, do invite rather severe karmic retributions into their lives. Don’t they travel a long, long, long way from the Light that sustains us all? Phoooaaaaa! Their density level is simply unbelievable, and they stink of existential ignorance something shocking, they fucken do.

They are just too far gone, the ultraviolent baby soul types, and their karmic nappies are extremely dirty. As a matter of fact, they’re fucken absolutely filthy. They are bulging with voluminous, hard dried astral turds, and something has gotta change them soon. Before they soul pop. A million second comings or crusades, or so called holy wars, or voices in their heads, couldn’t pull them back from their imagined sky God or whatever controlled, mind generated darkness now. They are fucking with their I am this and that’s non stop, and they’ll never cotton on to any other way. Not now. They are too far down the descend into the dark and stay there and do not mystically evolve, devolution re run tube, citizen comrade, and they’re already ‘gone’. Along with their atom bombs and all of the rest of their kill yuse real quick 3D manifested gear, apparently. There will be no cosmic consciousness for them, for at least another fucken hundred thousand years. So they say.

They’ll have to do the 3D holographics again, and again, re run that some, and work their way up from the bottom, and teach themselves to not kill their own holographic projections. When they are playing, I am physical. Apparently. Whilst the rest of us meek motherfuckers and ultra anti violents, live and let live and let’s bump up the cosciousness level somewhat types, apparently, will get to party on a bit with something absolutely different, being a lot more rarified and higher vibratory, holographics. Bring it on, if it is to happen, citizen comrade. Ay! If weez is gunna inherit this cosmic consciousness shit, well let’s got on with the inheriting, before weez is all fucken dead.

What else could any reporter who is unbiasedly reporting on the phenomenal subject of cosmic consciousness say? Ay? Of course! Let’s all give this 3D shithole the fucken quick flick, put our psyches into reverse mystical swing, and get some of the fucken 5^th dimension of pure Light into us, again. Why not? That sounds like a reasonable divine plan, that couteracts the boringly stupid, good versus evil, sky God fucking save us one. Because no Light! Then no fucken God, and no fucken good and no fucken evil, either. Apparently. Yuse has gotta use y’brains a bit and dissolves yuse ignorance significantly, to sus that one out.

Otherwise, yuse might end up in an astral hell, apparently. So they say. What in the fuck is an astral hell? Don’t ask this reporter, because he has got no fucken idea about that one. It doesn’t sound very nice though citizen comrade, does it? An astral hell sounds like something to bust yuse guts to avoid. Doesn’t it? Maybe, like so many other re run experiences here, we’ve already been there and dun that, and we don’t wanna fucken do it again. That seems to ring a distant bell in the astral nostrils of this reporter, anyway. Where the odd waft of something akin to a kazillion truckloads or two of fresh dogshit, still lingers. Could it be then citizen comrade that an astral hell, whatever that fucken is, stinks! Like no other fucken stink, in this fucking universe? Could be, couldn’t it?

They the ultra violent baby souls, have written their own karmic stories, in their own astral books, not us, and now we have to write a different beyond karma story. So the mystics here are saying. Verbally, on the net, in tapes, cd’s, vids, books, papers and mags, and in the little cc cell meetings, that are a now happening about the place. They are beeping out to cc one’s cells up, so as to not get left behind in the coming great transmutation. That is supposed to be going to happen, on this beguiling motherfucker of a rock. Where it is built into the holographically mystical works that cosmic consciousness shall happen, for millions and billions, of so called human beings. Apparently, it is existentially coded in that old ma Earth will go 5^th dimensional, sooner or later. They also crap on that we all can help out by towing the existential line, and adopting asap, the I am the inner and the outer, and the outer and the inner, gear. Fucken far out! Hey?

Because we have to ascend in consciousness now, apparently, or go down the devolution tube with the baby soul motherfuckers, into yet another 3^rd dimensional dualistic shithole, and fuck that. We’ve all been there and done that numerous times, apparently, and there’s no law in any universe which says that we have to do it again. With our current totally mad mob of 3D power mad, baby souls. That’s what all of the girls and boys who are really in the know, and who are in with the ethereal in crowd, are saying. These days. Don’t be an existential fuckwit! Is their message.

Branch out into higher consciousness, and leave the baby souls to themselves, and let the spirit sort them out, that is. It is not our responsibility to hang around and assist to raise them up in consciousness anymore. It is their’s, and their’s alone now. Do not support them in any way, and withdraw all of your attentions from them. That’s what BA or B….A is saying anyway, and more on that interesting North Perth dude later on.

The mystical game then is to get one’s soul’s arse out of all God forsaken holographic programmes, and get back to one’s station in the mystical hard drive. To go beyond it, to meet again with, and merge again with the One life, who owns and who has installed the hard drive. The hard drive is the I am, and beyond that words are fucking useless. Which is a whole lot of good news, and a whole lot of bad news, at the same time. Because one would maybe miss it, the show here. Because one loves to maybe love its fucken guts on one’s good days, and one maybe loves to hate its fucken guts on one’s bad days too, and citizen comrade, that’s still duality for yuse. In this holographic hole, pleasure and pain are like bread and butter, and you can’t have one without the other. Or it tastes like shit.

Duality fuckensucks then! Big time! It’s horror and beauty all mixed up like the yeast is in bread or beer, and dualities are shits of places really. This one is overweighted with a preponderance of ignorant fucken baby soul dickheads, and silly power mad twats, for sure. Fuck a duck! We all fucken know that by now! Don’t we?

They go tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! Non fucken stop. Dualities do. Don’t they? Bring y’down, in a click of the fingers. Or a spontaneous one way spurt trip, out of y’body mum’s fine and very worthy, industrial holographic fanny.

Like right down too then, one descends in consciousness, to this abominable, ground zero, beautiful holographic shithole. Where sometimes you do get a half way decent root, and a bit of love, amongst the rampant and ultra violent chaos. That is humanity still in beast mode, existentially shitting on this planet, with a superselfish ignorance called, I am inner only. When one really looks after number One however, instead of the dreaming concerns of number one the egoised personality, is apparently, when one gets one’s first slice of cosmic cake. Think like the One life, which doesn’t think at all, unless it is absolutely necessary, by proxy, as a human projection. Act like It, and be mysticalised love and natural born Light in action. Live it and that and only that, and this universe and every other fucking one, is yours, to play with. Apparently. I am the inner and the outer, cannot be beaten, nor superceded, until the beyond is also inserted into the equation.

It is supposedly another fact that no fucker projection goes anywhere really, or does anything really, in a holographic dreaming state. Where the One life is the only life, that really exists, for real. Do they? Humans, do anything really, from the point of them being named and shaped pictures plastered all over a mindscreen’s movie. Does a character in a movie, or the entire movie itself, do anything - except but to play itself out? Did you do anything really in your sleep, in that dream that y’had recently citizen comrade? It is a bit of a miracle even just to remember bits and pieces of it, let alone its entirety, isn’t it?

It is the same set up with this 3D shithole after death apparently, and it’s good to remember to remember that the Nameless One has never even heard of the concept that the human calls, ‘progress’. Nor will It ever. Progress! Hohh! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Pon Rambo’s balls! Or Mao’s. Or Adolph’s. Or Joe’s. Or Idi’s. Or George’s. Or Hilary’s. Or Ronald’s. Or Richard’s. Or John’s. Or David’s. Or ‘mine’. Or ‘yours’. Or so and so’s. Or so and so’s, and so and so’s. Etc, etc, etc.

Come on! Raise the welfare state’s flag a bit higher! Will ya please? It can’t be seen flapping in the breeze properly yet, like a sacred existential virgin. Spraying bombs and every sort of death imaginable, out of every available orifice. It is all curled and furled up, like a poisonous snake in the grass! How can y’blow the bugle to and salute that? Y’can’t kowtow to mad states, run by gangs of ultra ignorant, ultra violent, baby soul thugs and killers forever. Can y’? Many are still trying to, though the inside mystical word is that they will fail miserably. Cosmic consciousness will destroy all states, and all state religions. Apparently. None of them will survive it. Because the one who has cosmic consciousness, is the only religion that the universe knows. The one who has cosmic consciousness has destroyed the 3D world. For them, it just does not exist. Only the Light of the Nameless One does.

Salute the universe whose flag is benevolent love and consciousness ascension then, because it the universe is holographically yours as a propogated article, apparently. Check it out citizen? Bactrack and bactrack and bactrack, and then bactrack some more, in the ol’ psyche, and you will discover that all of the mental and emotional circuitry, begins with the primal I am. Not God.

Without your primal I am igniting citizen comrade, there is no fucking universe. You plug into it, it doesn’t plug into you, is the secret. Down the line from that ignition, what grows on the planets that are in the mind propogated article which appears as a universe, belong to a God manager programme. Or a beautifully mystical Goddess one, if it is one of those sorts of rather groovy universes. First though, yuse has to ignite yuse I am, apply it to consciousness, or the known in the unknown, and then drop a download thru that, into I am bodymind machine conceptualisation. Otherwise, you cannot play in this type of 3D holographic set up.

For the human then, this terrestrial ‘progress’ shit is a watered down concept, if ever there was one. Hey? Comrade citizen. Whaddaya’fuckenreckon? It is not exactly a wunderbar rock to visit, under any fucken flag, this one. Not yet anyway, is it? The outer technology here may have hyper accelerated, but the inner one has not budged an inch. Or a fucking millimetre, actually. The predominating general psychology being still ultra heavily based in supercilious selfishness and a supergreedy ultraviolent nastiness, which is the primal spin off of I am in the body only, conceptualisation. Refusing to share and being an ice age hog, that is.

It was a collective and an individual dog eat dog and dog kill dog on day one on this turdy rock, and it is still a collective and an individual dog eat dog and dog kill dog, on this turdy rock. All of the sky Gods that have ever been dreamt up and invented as power sources, in every corner of this accursed and wretchedly beautiful globe, have not been able to change that. In fact, they just got used as the excuse to fight and war to the death, which is about all that packs of mad dogs can do. Really.

Their God’s agents may have preached the inner-outer compassion invested in love and 5D mercy technology, but fuck a duck! Somewhere, somehow, in a lot of baby soul egos, their messages got somewhat jarbled up. In fact they got turned into I am gunna kill ya, because I am better than you, and maybe also the, my God’s better than yours, he’s the real wrathful power God, psychotic drivel. Line. As well. Look!

If these ‘beings’ don’t know how much it goes against the mystical re ascension grain to kill other humans by now, and then pretend that that is good, and that they are licensed by some sky God to wrathfully wipe out bad creations, well. They never fucken will. Not on this particular rock, anyway, will they use more than point a kazillion% of their brains.

Once upon a time the destinies of the baby souls and slightly evolved souls here were intertwined, like the snap, popple and crack merger is with rice bubbles. Not now though. Now they must go their separate ways, so that good people can access cosmic consciousness, heaven can come to Earth, and this astoundingly good value hologram viz a viz the consciousness ascension business, can be saved. From a cruel death, at the hands of a lot of ignorant, self destruct programmed, baby souls. There’s a lot of people out there in the community saying that these days, and this local neighbourhood reporter on cc, is just reporting on it. As unbiasedly and as objectively as possible, given that humans exist in a duality.

Hohh! Citizen comrade. The intuitive intelligence level of humans on this rock can be scintillatingly sky high, jumping universes, and be intoxicatingly mesmerising and absolutely mind blowing, or it can be the stuff of the lower, lower bowels. Can’t it? Well! That’s fucken duality for yuse. Again. It keeps coming up! Doesn’t it citizen comrade? Duality! Duality! Duality! All fucken thru yuse, and everywhere yuse fucken go. Yuse love it and yuse hate it, and yuse can’t get out of that existential trap, unless y’step outside of the 3D mindset. It’s fucken unbelievable and diabolical to the nth shit! That’s what it is.

So far then, not much has been able to even put a slight dent in the baby soul, 3D beast psyche, in the human animal. The me, me, me, I me mine, watch out or I’ll kill ya shit. That is. So far, very few humans have kicked the superselfish egoised beast clean out of their systems, and rendered themselves asunder, to the angelic, cosmic consciousness level. That may change very shortly however, and a wise one must allow for that, as in the grass roots millions upon millions have been exploring it the postulated fifth dimension of pure Light, for some time now.

Thru some focalised channel like the internet, or another path besides the one discussed here, or a group or a mag or whatever, but most of all individually, and a lot of people live alone these days, and cosmic consciousness begins with a solitudinous bang, inside a loved deep jet black silence, and these dudesses and dudes, well, they have been fucking with letting the Light back into their constitutions. There is no doubt about that, and doing that up against the face of the baby soul’s ultraviolent lunatical madness here, tells all about what slightly evolved souls are really made out of. Light! That is, apparently. According to the greats.

Pure! Non fucking, non fucked up, pretty blissed out, Light. The timeless, non war, all harmony zone that is, of the One life and the really Real shit. The enjoyable for all eternity, non fucking enlightenment stuffless stuff. The Holy Grail, and the fountain of youth are within you, citizen comrade. So they say, everything is, when yuse re enlist in the I am pure consciousness, cosmic army. Slip out of I am body mind machine conceptualisation, back into the I am pure consciousness slipstream, and see how yuse go, is the ‘go’, the greats all reckoned, and still fucken reckon.

Never underestimate yuseself or put yuself down then, in anyway whatsoever, especially if yuse is going to drop the I am limitation, inherited, secondhand 3D existential model, and re employ an I am unlimited inner and outer perfection, 5D model. Which is the I am path to cosmic consciousness. It is the inner and outer gear, that blew the minds’ of the greats, fucken up! So that what was and is really going on behind the matrix held together holographics of this beautiful shithole, got to them. Big time! Big, big, big time, they became a lot fucken bigger, than that existential stirfry who was big fucken John.

So that the Light just poured into them, and took them over, because they were It, and It was they. That could just as easily happen to you citizen comrade, if yuse removes yuse 3D mindset block. It could happen to a lot of other mystical fuckers too, just as easily. So that pretty soon, it really and truly might be all astral hands on the cosmic deck, down here, in lunatical 3D loo loo land. To get to the 5^th dimension, yuse has to swim thru the waters of the 4^th one. Apparently, there’s hordes of humans doing just that, these rather accelerating, death of the dualised 3D, good versus evil holographic model, days.

Because you can take nonsensical and stupid baby soul shit for some of the holographic time, but not all of the holographic time, and especially not when holographic time is running out. Because of the fact that there are too many baby souls doing heavy 3D ultraviolent, ultradestructive to the Earth, stupid shit, around the multidimensional, holographic place.

Baby souls, because of their gross immaturity and raw adulterated ignorance, follow their deathly, self destructive instinct, and not the mystical life one. They pretend in their malignant pass it on gross ignorance, to be serving the light, yet in reality they are slaves to the dark side of their own mindtools. They rave on about this or that God, without having a clue as to what they are really talking about. They are totally and absolutely, as far as what is really real goes, lost in cosmic space. Which is why they are a bit of a problem in a majority held, slightly evolved soul’s world, like this one.

The ultraviolent baby souls here have no idea that space is made by the mindtool, and not by some God. They are offside to the Light items, who are convinced that they absolutely must have maximum personal and / or gang power here, and become the top cat human(s), or bust. Whereas the in y’face truth is, is that they are headed straight into the cosmic eye of a dirty great big mystical Atlantan type bust, because of those superheavy, superfuckenselfish, conceptualised and reverse humble pie, egoised 3D, I am the inner body only attitudes, that they cart around.

King and country. Queen and country. God and country. Princess or Prince and country, book and country, Satan and country, or what the fuckever. Just do not stack up against cosmic consciousness, which is a mystical species ‘I’ and ‘us’, and the universe, cosmic affair. That the universe is our real and true mystical body, individually and collectively, is cosmic consciousness. Down to its last two s’s too. That the beyond is wide open to us when we dance with the universe, is the mystical icing on the cosmic cake. To dance with the beyond again, in the Light, we were all spawned. Apparently. So they say, just like fucken salmon, we swim back to our Source spot. Thru this dimension, or that.

The psychic seeds for an ultrapeaceful cosmic consciousness revolution are everywhere now too, in many households, in many nations; but they won’t tell you that on the six o’clock news. They’ll just tell y’how the war is going. Like they’ve been telling y’how the war is going, since tv got going, in the middle of the last century. They’re baby souls, and re running the war, is just what they do; because it keeps them psychologically and materially quite comfortable, at the top of the human pecking order. They are like the local bush fire brigade, who light up fires just out of town every xmas and new year period, so that they can have their sort of fun on a triple hourly rate.

They’re fucking animals, from the baby soul’s paddocks, who have a lot of others conned that they’re just fucking animals from the baby soul’s paddocks, too. Which is not true, because I am a body mind machine is as false as I am anything else is. One cannot be a percept or a concept apparently, because the source of a percept or a concept has to be somewhere else. Yours is the power of perception, but you cannot be what you perceive. The Master told.

The real mystical truth being akin to an I am the inner and the outer mindset. Which one will discover, upon exploration, is the mystical essence of sitting absolutely dead still, in pure, descriptionless I am. On one side of the door called I am, there are manifestations galore, and on the other side of the same door, there’s probably nothing much at all. No human mind will ever figure the maths and physics, or the philosophy, or the religion of that out.

You have to go beyond the mind to access such mystical secrets, apparently. Because when the Light slows down to a density like you wouldn’t fucken believe, the holographic shit hits the universal fan. That’s what they say and this unbiased and objective, sitting on the fucken holographic fence reporter, can do fucking nought, venerable citizen comrade, but report that to yuse, for yuse own existential digestion purposes. Do yuse really want to continue with being a 3D human fucking being? Or would yuse rather revert back to the common mystical base, and be a 5D spirit from out of the Light again? It is an individual choice thing and if yuse back the timeless winner, then yuse glorious 5D cosmic consciousness boat comes in. If not, yuse justs keep on singing the 3D existential blues every now and again, and then you die. Or, the bodymind machine does.

There’s something in y’existential set up then venerable citizen comrade, which turns the gloriously peaceful, and the blissful and existentially mystical nothing, into something, called a planet, in a universe full of them. Upon which ( your particular planet) are lots and lots of now named and shaped things. The fucker responsible for the appearance of all of this shit, the stars up in the night sky that yuse as the One has dreamt up and stuck there, and all of that, is called the mind. Which is holographically projecting all of that for you, onto its screen; into which you have as pure consciousness ‘jumped’, to become a bit part movie player. At least it is here called the mind. It is not God.

God is the unconscious programming which runs it all after its inception upon the mind’screen, straight after y’infer I am, in a body in a world etc, and God too is a product of the matrix that sits behind all of the mind’s projections. Don’t bank on God saving yuse, because he can’t. Save y’self with the cosmic consciousness gear that is already in y’, is the raw and unadulterated guts of the I am path.

The mind is a diabolical tool of existential soul players, all right. Sure! It can by stilling it completely and quietening it absolutely, bring y’enlightenment. On a lit up with Light, cosmic plate too. On the other hand though, in this rotten to the core, baby soul torn apart and twisted into oblivion bound shit of a duality, it can also bring y’hell. 24/7, too. For lots and lots of little players down here, it does too. Many twist and shout inside, and outside sometimes. Too. It seems to be par for the 3D to 4D to 5D existential conversion course, really. No matter which way that yuse move upon the cosmic chess board though, I am made out of pure Light at Source, cannot be checkmated. It the non fucking Real is in yuse, and out to yuse, because if it wasn’t, the body projection wouldn’t last a fucken millisecond as a physical front. So they say.

The real seriously mentally ill here however, are either indirectly organising death in a politico-religo-business cesspool of shit, for material and existential God tripe profit, or they are directly running around armed to the teeth, looking for persons to kill. They hide their baby soul existential fear of apparent separation from the One, and their fear of death and personal annihilation, and disguise their animal lust for wrathful creator power, by killing others. For the psuedo supranatural power hit that is gives them, and to satiate their mad dog taste for blood. They are more warped than all of the other warps in this universe, and many a hard core 3D re run, is their collective destiny.

They will meet no Gods after their deaths, they will just front up again to a wall of their own holographically generated, mystical karma. They’ll do it again. Look! They’re 3D re runners! There is no fucken doubt about that. Because there is no way in hell that they’ll reach cosmic consciousness, in their current lifetimes.

They’ll play it again Sam, and they’ll ride a very slow camel train called evolution again, because they just didn’t get it that the wrathful beast has to go down, before the reality that the spirit of the love in the Light rules, in all universes, is exposed. In short, they are not power. They are anything but power. They may have brute destructive power in the physical world, but astrally they are paper thin weak minds, who cannot control their own projections. Let alone anyone fucken else’s.

They are bound up in the illusion of time and space, and what they are living is their psychotic delusion, which they call ‘reality’. They have absolutely no idea that they are in a holographic dreaming state, and that this so called solid word is all simultation, for soul evolvement purposes. They have no idea that they are going to have to front up poste death to themselves and each other, and to all of their victims. Including quite often, their extremely angry, former Earth supporters; once their idiotically ultra violent, terrestrial plays are over. They are very stupid men and women, and it is not a good time to be a very stupid man or woman, in this 21^st century, transmutating, transdimensional world. No! No! No! The mystics reckon, particularly over North Perth way.

Now is the time to become a very mystically aware man or woman, in this place; and to trust the One inner-outer heart of all matters, being love and Light, on all matters. In other words, stay right away from ultraviolence. Avoid it like the existential plague that it is. Because the holographics here are rearranging, so they say, and the slightly evolved souls are gearing up to take over the reigns of 4D to 3D physical power, and about fucken time too! Don’t y’reckon, citizen comrade?

The ultra violent baby souls are gunna get the de holographicised boot out of here then, to other downloaded, 3D world, set ups. Because this one is cosmically earmarked for a 4 to 5D bump up, for its meek and peaceful, consciousness ascension seeking, seeker citizens Apparently. According to the data investigated, by this very unbiased reporter on the subject of cosmic consciousness. Or, the I am the inner and the outer too, mindframe. The I am really made out of Light, and so is everyone and everything else, gear. That is. The stuff of the divine watcher! The one who has pulled their consciousness back out of the body, because they have realised that both the body and its world, are mind frauds.

The stuff of the eternal witness! The affectionately detached, dispassionately aware, I am not the person bound up in a mind made time and space, set up. The stuff of the timeless inner and outer and beyond, Nameless One, that is. Who you really are citizen comrade, behind the matrix that governs the holographics here, that is. The unimaginable, inconceivable and indescribable, One and only Real life.

What fucken chance has an only to be pitied, but not too much, because they’ve well and truly had their run, ultraviolent baby soul, got against that? Sweet fuck all! Hey? What’s that that they say? That the ‘first’ in this life, shall be the last in the next. How true! How true! How true! Apparently.

Alarius the 10^th dimensional dude had a bit of a hit on this theme, when he said something to the effect that the old world here was dying, and that nobody could change that. Because it was just a natural universal process that the old holographic form should die away, because it was useless and fucked 3D, baby soul ego poo gone existentially mad, and that the new 4 to 5D form should come into vogue. Forthwith.

As far as the Earth’s story goes, as a joint holographic venture, providing soul’s simulated projections, a simulated training ground for ascending to higher Light consciousness, it appears as though slightly evolved souls have tolerated baby souls in their hologram, for a long, long time. For a long, long time have the meek tolerated off their rockers, dunderhead thunderheads, and coexisted with their repulsively ignorant power lusts, and their ultra violent, rip u off blind, supergreedy, supernasty, wrathful war God mad, manifested systems. Which are all at root source existentially based on I am the body, I am inner 3D only, absolutely crap, mind programming. Turkeyshit stuff, that is. Because I am the inner body is always as false as all fuck, whilst I am inner-outer Light fucken stufflessness stuff, is always absolutely true. According to the greats, the holographics in this nutty joint, define imagination. The spirit of Love set them up, and the spirit of Love is about to do an existential reset. So they say, the baby souls are getting holographically demoted. Which is a lot more than a lot of them deserve.

Now, the baby souls, following their baser lower lizard instincts, and a lot of real I am limited imperfection and God is gunna save me and exalt me stuff, have brought the entire fucken holographic works to the point of no return. Now! There must be change! Significant, mystical change. Or the holographic works goes under, we all got to start again from holographic 3D scratch again, and what a timeless waste of time that would be. Now!

The evolved souls have to wake up fully and take over from the stupidly ignorant baby souls, or we’re all dead. Or we will be, pretty shortly. Now, a whole lot of evolved souls have to access cosmic consciousness, asap, or the baby souls are gunna drag us all under. For another, extremely boring and extremely ultra violent, 3D re run. It is all existentially accelerating rapidly towards a semi solid holographic conclusion now on this rock, and it is pretty exciting and pretty frightening 21^st century stuff, at the same time, and on the same human crap channel, and yet again! That’s duality for yuse, comrade citizen. How do you get fucken rid of it, without enlightening y’self to the non duality inherent in cosmic consciousness? Yuse can’t! You just can’t. Apparently.

Check it out! Taste and test! If you don’t know about the mind and what it is and how it works the I am, as well as how it fucks around converting a thrown out subjective into an apparent objective world in a universe, where yuse is just a fucken existentially downloaded human, and yuse use y’I am conceptualisation the wrong way, or get taught to use it the wrong way, it’ll fuck yuse up yuse existential arse all right. It the fucken mindtool will do a fucking Hal or a Black Betty on yuse, and life will be more a lot more like hell, than fucken heaven. Lots and lots and lots of humans have found that out, and the mindtool has made existential mincemeat out of them. The truth about the mind apparently, however, is that it is unnecessary mystical stress, and nothing fucken else. Apparently. To manifest in any illusory, mind projected, 3D body burden set up, is instant fucking bummer.

It is illusion and quite often delusion, and a lot of arse wiping to the fucken max. It is fucking gruelling, soul down on the ground doing hard time stuff. It is super boring, 3D, re run the war poo, so far. It is more like a dirty rotten prison sentence in a holographic shithole, for no apparent reason, on a world full of multidimensionally asleep, baby soul, ultraviolent, anti-Light motherfuckers; as lots and lots and lots of beautiful people now know. There’s not too much pure fucken Light about the Earth place then, is there citizen comrade? Particularly in this so far fucken rotten century, that is so full of multidimensional sleepers.

The only thing to do with an imploded and rather dimensionally condensed mind then, really, is to fucken get rid of it, by multidimensionally exploding it to the max. Take the fucken thing back into the 5^th dimension of pure Light, is the go. Its 3D job is to stay holographically small and dimensionally imploded, playing little Mary, or little Mario, and yours is to fucken blow it all back up into eternal and timeless infinity, and return as supersurrended mystical love, to that who yuse really are. The fucken Source. The Nameless One that is. Apparently, according to the greats, that’s everyone’s mystical story here, more or less. Apparently, each and every one of us has to get into our thick heads now, that each and every one of us represents a focal point of the Nameless One. Or this Earth hologram is lost.

Human identity life’s a tricky existential business then citizen comrade, for sure, and the plot is definitely a lot thicker than blood. Yuse just never know what is coming up around the corner. Yuse just don’t. Could be, yuse might even meet yuse Real Self, who is called here the Nameless One, one day, quite soon. Which is the stuff of the multidimensional exisfuckenstential, and way beyond that too, for sure.

The cosmic plot is absolutely mythically, magically and mystically based, and the spirit dives in and out of that, and mucks around some. Blood comes and goes, but the spirit is always around the place somewhere. It is all the timeless and Nameless One just fucken around apparently. So the greats say, no cunt lives a single life, and there is only the One life really going on.

In the entire joint holographic, joint karma set up, it all works apparently, that when one passes out of the baby soul stage, even with a toenail over the mystical demarcation line, so that any usage or manifestation of violence is revoltingly repugnant stuff, then one is kind of honour and duty bound to tow the line, of the universal design. Where the higher in consciousness, bust its guts, to assist the lower to get to the higher stuff. Exactly like all of the greats have done.

If that means that one has to turn one’s back on the baby soul’s dark world, live simple and not support it in anyway, whilst being extremely non violent and exploring the wider consciousness and the goldenly lit up in this era, flowered stairs to cosmic consciousness, as unlimited imperfection. On a good path, like the I am unlimited perfection one. Then it has gotta be, and the heart must turn to what it loves the most now. Apparently. It must turn to its One timeless Self, its primal One love, of who it really is as an articled entity, who is really made from dimensionless Light. It must surrender to and totally fall in love again with its mystical and spiritual, dimensionless point of a Source. Or it’ll die as existentially clueless as it was, the day that it was born as a body front up. Even when its dead, it still won’t know what in the fuck is really going on, and its existential dreaming will continue. This the Master told.

It the heart must have the cosmic romance of the millenium now, with who It really is. Called here lots of times, the Nameless One, the Real, the Light, or Source, or whatever. Anything but God, that is. Which, as far as many humans go, is a pretty over rated and a very outdated concept, if ever there was one. Particularly in this 21^st century era. God is cool though. He doesn’t dig the Earthly publicity, or even know about it really. Apparently.

The humans keep dishing it up though, and all that that is is the same old shit, re running again. It is follow the leader of the baby soul gang’s puerile vision, follow the imagined God of wrath who wipes out bad and evil creations, and let’s have another war. Because it will sidetrack everybody from existential liberation, of the highest order, and keep the baby souls in power. Providing that they win the war. Which, no matter what they say, is what human politics is all about.

As Warnie said, when the magnificent Aussie’s flogged the hapless Poms absolutely senseless, to go 4 zip up in the ’06 – ’07 Ashes series, it is all about winning. It is not about losing the war, no matter what kind of a war it is, then. It is about winning. Losers get dropped, they get their noses rubbed in it for their useless losing performance, and they have to crawl back up the holographic ladder again. If they don’t get voted out of office and put out to pasture that is, because they lost the loserless war, that they shouldn’t have had in the first place. The only real victory for any human though, is to find the One Self again, and be as It is. The rest is 3D dreaming. Apparently, if u want to win the real holographic duality war, kill the selfish beast ego inside with pure I am therapy, and do nothing else.

On the I am path, one questions every concept, including the God one again, before giving it the holographic bullet. It’s a very healthy diet, the conceptless one, and it is great fun to re evaluate the concepts which yuse have so far glossed over, and taken for granted, as far as them being ‘real’ goes. Remember. Matter, energy, space, time and dimension, equals consciousness, and you are consciousness first, and the rest second, and not the other way around. Apparently, also, the I am machinery in yuse cranks up long before God does, and that’s a cosmic fact that cannot be argued with, because it is the absolute truth.

When many first wake up in the morning, their first background set up conceptualisation is not I am a creation of God. It is, I am in a body on a planet called Earth, and God fucken save me from that. That’s what they live, and because they live that, they miss out on cosmic consciousness. Where God just props up a mindscreen and maintains it re run regeneration, like a kind of holographic glue. The Lord of the universe is fucking great all right.

He does an incredible universal job, and is an absolute slave programme to and for the Light. Be a slave programme to and for the Light! Be a nobody and no body! Have nothing, want nothing, be nothing. Pig out on holographic fearlessness and mystical desirelessness, and the Real will come to you totally uninvited, and totally unexpected, Nisarga reckoned. So that yuse heart shall be rendered usunder, and so absolutely delighted to party with all that is real again, love and Light that is, that is shall completely forget about the mind.

The mind then can have a well earned rest and run on automatic like the heart’s pump does, and it can just soak up the vibes that go with enlightenment. It can do it easy, instead of doing it real fucken hard, with too much fucken unnecessary, problem solving thinking, clogging it fucken up, and decaying it. That’s its reward for surrending to the Light, and the mind has got to have a reward for dropping the stupidly nonsensical, 3D, I am limited imperfection programming. Otherwise, if it can’t see anything in the new cosmic deal to benefit it, it’ll just keep on fucking up. By continuing to re run the same old 3D fuck up shit, apparently. It’ll keep running the Hal programme, and the Black Betty one too, and what a fucken Barry bummer that is. For all concerned.

The 3D mindset holds a loaded gun at the mind’s head. The 5D cosmic consciousness one perks it up no end. It frees it up absolutely, and liberates it mystically. It drops the illusion gun to its head and instead pats it on the arse, non stop. It blows kisses in the mind’s ear, and whispers sweet nothings galore to it, and the mind absolutely loves that. By Christ! The mind does rather like the 5D mindset, once that it gets used to it. It enjoys the freedom and liberation of the higher programming. Pon the Bood’s big balls, it does actually prefer the 5D mindset over the 3D one. So they say. It is far more accustomed to and works much better as a soul’s tool, when it is dwelling in a dimensional environment where love and Light never ever quarrel. Is the word from the greats.

It the cosmic heart must make divine peace with the mystical wider self, sign a treaty with It, and go existentially home to where It really hangs out, in a split second. All power now then comrade citizen, to the spirit of the love of the Light in cosmic consciousness. For to turn this meltdown hologram around, inside the cranium and outside of it too, is gunna be the escape oblivion act, of all existential time. For fucken sure. If the 3D humans get out of this fucken terrible and holographically disgusting Earth mess, then they would have to be, without a cosmic doubt, the fucking arsiest species in the universe. They would have to be real lucky spirits to have the spirit of the timeless Light eternally backing them up, and according to BA, they are too. Lucky types, that is.

It should all be a lot of 21^st century fun all right, for a whole lot of juiced up with the cc virus, beings. Whilst at the same time, as already mentioned, for a whole lot of other beings, or cosmic sillys, it’ll be a bit of a Barry bummer. It’ll be, on the other side, something like;

‘Oh astral fuck! Astral fuck! Astral fuck! Astral fuck! Why didn’t I fucken see that all of the universe’s predominating and omnipotent power is with the way of peace and love and Light, when I was on the Earth. Oh no! Oh no! I just know that the guides are going to insist that I repeat that horrible 3D holographic course! Oh astral fuck! I don’t wanna do that! It’s such an excrutiatingly painful set up! Oh no! Oh no! Not again! Oh astral shit! Throw me into the astral briar bushes, but please don’t make me go back to that 3D Earth place, with so much dirty holographic karma to pay back. Oh astral fuck! Why was I an ultra violent, stupid fucking idiot, down there? Why? What went wrong with my grace streak? Why? Why? Did I endorse the willy nilly, non stop killing of human beings? Didn’t Moses come down from the mount, with it clearly carved into stone to not kill? Didn’t the Lord’s reps say to love the enemy? Why didn’t I do that? Why did I try to take them out of the holographic picture, all of the time?’

Why? Because they could not purge themselves of the psychotically mad, power hungry, ego driven beast within, who lusts and lusts after mortal power. That’s why. They could not lay down the sword or grow up mystically one bit, and what the fuck has that got to do with us now citizen comrade, in this end of times era? Where that which is supersubtlely light will apparently be ascending in consciousness, whilst that which is still too dark and heavy and gross, won’t.

Sometimes, as the Master said, the best way that you can help someone is to leave them alone, in an ostracised hologram, maybe. So that they can sort it their heavy duty karmic shit, out for themselves. To turn one’s back to the egoised immature darkness, that always wants to fight and control and have all of the power within and without, is pretty essential now, in these rapidly accelerating times. To stop pointing the bone inside and out is step one on the I am path to cosmic consciousness, where one wouldn’t hurt a fly, but one might take out a roach or two. Or a third dimension. Amen.

2. The Cute Little Innocent Package, Babe Stuff.

The baby has no language that divides the eye’s picture or any sense input up into named and shaped things, that come and go. Here in is buried the crux of the matrix, as internalised and externalised - conceptualised language is linked to illusion, like toilet paper is to poo. The babe sees one picture. It has no names for the things that are appearing and disappearing within consciousness. It is all just consciousness to it. It is all just one picture. It has a weak signal that it is somehow body separate within the big picture, but it has no embedded conceptualisation going on about the separation of its existential being, yet.

It is a cork that relies on other shapes to move it around, in an ocean of consciousness. It is the cork, and it is also that which is moving it around the ocean, and it is the ocean too. It is still 5^th dimensional, but its rapidfire coversion to the third dimensional, karmic slopbucket programme, is already well underway. Even before it gets its first jet black poop out, it’s on and it’s all fucken happening. How to deny the Real Self with - I am walled inside ‘my’ fucken skin, it learns really fucken fast. Don’t we, venerable citizen comrade? I am the inner and not the fucken outer, we pick up in a click of the fingers, and consequently I me mine rules down here. But not forever, so they say.

Thru contact with parents and others, the babe’s conditioning from simple cosmic consciousness into 3D egoised self consciousness, soon starts. In its early years it is taught its name, and hopefully, that it is just one toilet trained body. It is never mentioned that it is maybe a spirited soul with a projected holographic body, front up, that in truth, operates off I am the inner and the outer, the outer and the inner. The child is never told that its real name is the Nameless One, and that all of the magic stuff to become the One life again, are built into its holographically mystical design. Instead, the child has the usage of the ‘I’ the inner rammed into it, and pretty soon that leads to the full on development of its early I am conceptualisations, which set the pattern for its whole life.

Particularly, I am the body mind machine only, I am inner only, I am good and I am bad, I am happy and I am sad, and, I am liking it, I am not liking it. Also, I am better than or I am lesser than, I am less powerful or more powerful than, and the shitfucken doozy of them all, I am fucken bung as bung! I am a low down dirty rotten sinner, who needs a God to save them from themselves, and all of that. Stuff. That is, I am rank, existential limitation, and the best thing that could happen to me and my mob, is that we become extinct. Because we deserve it, we do? This being a duality though citizen comrade, we also deserve cosmic consciousness, we do. Have the right to mystically salvage ourselves, apparently.

I am a natural born 3D sinner is pretty heavy duty, stuff one right up and slot them into I am limitation, like bogged up shit in a toilet stuff. What crap is this to tell the next generation? Fear some God? Why? When one’s source comes from ultraway beyond God. When it comes from the I am. Once again. No I am, then no God. No universe, no fucken nothing. Time and time again, the Master emphasised this. That is, that it is the I am which imparts reality to manifested scenarios, like universes. Not God. God, of course, like humans and cockroaches, is included in the cosmic package. Which is always one’s true and Real, Source. The Nameless One and the Light, that is. That’s what the Master reckoned, anyway. That is that God is not the origin of our existential Source, and that the real origin lays way beyond the I am.

All of the conceptual based on the perceptual junk that is secondhand inherited, buries the young child so far into the I me mine of self consciousness, that it never hears about the we, ours at common 5D source base, cosmic consciousness. Because the adults and others with whom the child interacts, do not know what cosmic consciousness is. Having been totally indoctrinated with self consciousness themselves, they have absolutely no understanding of who they really are as mystical entities. They would not have a clue that they are inner-outer, colossal spirit types, who are more the endless ocean of pure consciousness, than they are a wave projected body, playing up on its surface.

Being already fast asleep in their dreaming states, they pass on to the child the abysmal stupidity of I am limitation conceptualisation, and the dualised sorrow, suffering and angst that is inherent in the 3D mindset. They pass on the 3D love that is in it too. Still, as a result, the planet, lacking the 5D love, is nothing but a fiasco of monumentally tragic proportions.

Because what is outside of every human being is nothing but the holographics of their own mind, which is nothing but pure consciousness, operating within a fundamentally base 3D version of I am programming. Everyone taps into this 3D hologram with their I am, and without their I am, this 3D hologram just does not exist. Nisarga reckons that as soon as one infers I am, that the whole universe just explodes into manifestation, big bang like. Apparently, the I am is the soul’s cyberspace ‘helmet’, and the cosmic mouse, at the same time.

It’s the cosmic mouse, where one clicks on a this or that from the soul’s ethereal chair, and then one gets taken into whatever the this or that conceptual programming entails. One becomes it and completely mislays one’s true identity at the starting point, prior to the clicking of the cosmic mouse. If it entails I am a human being, watch out! Because that’s a fucker of a programme. Isn’t it comrade? Because it is an exquisite existential blast, but then more often, it is not an exquisite existential blast. It is heavy duty, hard time, hard labour, on one hell of an unbelievable holographic rock. That’s spinning thru jet black space, like trillions upon trillions of other rocks are. Where are they all fucken spinning to? Even God doesn’t know.

The human child meanwhile ‘learns’ everything about this joint, apart from I am pure consciousness, which is the omniversal and naturally endowed truth that it had as a languageless babe. To be born as a babe here is nothing short of a divine tragedy, and Nisarga well and truly knew that. From non holographic fields full of existential mirth, and mysticalised love and Light, he knew It that is the nothing and the Real, allright. We can too! With the I am path shoved up our holographic arses, he reckoned.

The true Guru undoes the conceptualised language damage done, and slips back into the zonal peace of I am pure consciousness, which is inclusive of all matter, space, time, energy and dimensions, and in which nothing is ever separate, and a fluid harmony of existentially based Light is ‘perceived’ and ‘seen’ to exist, behind the solidly mucked up, fucken scenes. Funny that. Hey? The irony of it all! To equate simple innocent baby package consciousness, with that of the venerable Guru.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Fffffffucken fair enough! The Guru does step it up a bit though, by being potently aware of the oneness as being Self, and Nisarga sure did. If one wants a good mind blowing guide, he’s still the man, even though he’s dead. His book I Am That is nothing more and nothing less than a blueprint of how to reach cosmic consciousness. There is just something about the way that he said what he said, that gets to one’s prime chemical, that being the I am.

He said that he couldn’t tell anyone the truth, because it doesn’t exist third dimensionally. As he put it, all knowledge in a dreaming state is false. All that one can really trust and all that one can really cling to, he reckoned, is the prime chemical I am. The I am being the only thing in the dualistic package that is 100% certain, whilst a dualistic mind operating within transcience, knows absolutely nothing for 100% certain. Literally too, is everything here on a holographically projected imagination grid, that is prospered by souls using mindtools. Some wisely, and too many not so wisely.

It may come across as an in one’s face slap slap slap, of a real package of blood and guts reality, but it ain’t necessarily so. In fact, is is most definitely not, apparently. It is all just fucken holographics, and when the movie ends, just like you always do when any fucken movie ends, yuse go home. For many, that’s the best part of their mind made Earth movie. Now their mind is dead, and they are dead as a person in a body, and they are happily back with their original consciousness, and the Master did that whilst he was still wiping arse. Which is why he blew so many people out.

Cling to it the prime chemical I am Maruti reckoned, sus it out every this way and that, and then let it go into the mystical realm of something absolutely different. It’s a good ride, this old Indian boy related. He never bowled a ball for their test cricket team, but by crikey, he hit one hell of a six for cosmic consciousness. He hit it way out into the outer and into the suburbs of countries far faraway, too. Such a being displayed with his loving patience and endurance, and his shrewd humour, that the One life runs on mirth, as much as it runs on what humans call love and Light.

Having cosmic fun and a hell of a laugh whilst exploring more and more of Its endless Self, is what the fucken Light and the One life is on about, full stop. It is never sad or sorrowful or galactically angry. It is far to fucken blissed out to play with any of that fucking depressing shit. Why should It anyway, when It is the timeless and It has billions of holographically projected humans, who are trapped on a planetary grid in mind made time, who just absolutely love playing with that holographic, dualistic, limitation crap? Which It can just watch or not watch, depending on Its affinity for the show, like we watch tv stations. Should It find a channel, so that it can channel into the show and party as what It really is, well It will most certainly do that, and all of the the greats are Its proof of that.

When dealing with oneself and others in this walled in mind world, that’s a good thing to remember, because of the negative judgement implications in one’s I am limited imperfection, programming, which do not exist at Source point. As Nisarga said, self betrayal is a grevious error. Those who can truly laugh at themselves, when both down in the depths and when riding the heights, and also laugh at this whole wickedly beautiful holographic show called Earth, and who never ever say die, when it comes to being onside to the Light, never do. Die, that is. Nisargadatta lives on, in those who loved his unbelievable wisdom and his insights regarding the holographic nature of human suffering, like they love cosmic consciousness. If it were not for the Master, BA never wouldn’t have got cosmically stung, and this unbiased and objective report, would have never manifested. At fucken all.

With words, supposedly separated inanimate and animated named and shaped things, replace the oneness of consciousness. Words evoke and ultra powerfully reinforce the illusion of separateness, within the oceanic fluidity of consciousness. One sees a table and chair, and blood and guts galore these days, where really only pure consciousness fluidity exists. Nisarga explained it basically as, when one is born, all are born, and when one dies, all die. Sort of stuff. Once again, from the point of view of the One Real life, or the Nameless One, nothing really happens as regards births and deaths, because all of that is just the Real’s holographics. The timeless never gets born and it never dies, but the mind’s holographic images sure do.

Consciousness includes matter, energy, space, time and dimension, in a one party set up. Drop back to I am consciousness, which is the govenor of them all, like the Guru does, and the oneness of the set up becomes apparent. Initially intuitionally. Because it is exposed that everything and every thing comes out of the oneness, and dissolves back into it. For the true Guru, this dissolution happens long before death, whilst for mere mortals it happens poste death. Some don’t even get it then, and they end up in foul stinking astral hells. Apparently. Many others party, party, party in the 4^th dimension again.

Words lather a psuedo, fake, conceptual and artificial reality over the real natural one. They divide up the oneness until it is so hidden behind the scenes, that few ever ‘see’ it. Of course, this is not to say that words are not useful, because they are. The right words can engender good bump up and as Nisarga pointed out, words can point out the way to the Real, even though they cannot take one there.

It is also essential, this Guru said, that to crack the matrix and become the Real again, one has to hear that one has all of the gear already in one’s cosmic constitution to do that. Because one always has the I am, and no way can one say, I am not. One also has a spirit, and the spirit will never be beaten, when it comes to marrying cosmic consciousness. Again. So they say.

The spirit of the human came from cosmic consciousness, and the spirit of the human will return to it, and no mind in a hologram will ever be able to stop that. They’ll try, but they will fail miserably, because as Nisarga said, the unreal has no chance against the Real. Cosmic consciousness also has the advantage, because all of the power of the mystical love and Light and mirth in the universe, is on its side. No bomb that man can ever devise, can match that. Even if man blew up this entire universe, the spirit would just pop another one out, and the game of endless life would go on. With man a long way further down the karmic payback chain, than he is already is.

Men and women can play as men as women, which often equates so much as boys and girls playing with far too much emotional attachment to their mind’s holographic projections and conceptualisations. Women and men can also play as compassionate Goddess and God types, or they can go beyond those universal stations, and play equally with cosmic consciousness. The choice is individual, but the rewards collectively are beyond the 3D mind’s imagination. Put yourself beyond the need of any help, and only then will you be fit to help others, was the Master’s thing. Realise! Realise! He pushed. It is not a complex and out of reach thing to do! It is appercetually on the spot stuff, and it is easy! It is easy to become one’s natural fluid Real Self again, he told. Sitting in I am will bring it on, was his venerable word.

Something absolutely different then, apparently, is knocking loudly on the door of the establishment ‘known’ here, and these days, that ‘known’ here is just about shitting in its pants. Because it has got more problems than Hitler had in early 1945. If cc gets going virus like amongst so called new age type humans, for a while, there’ll be more poop from one end of the planet to the other than there is now. There’ll be a lot of establishment poop being passed, for sure.

Because for those with staunch blood and guts 3D mindsets, the 5D cc inner-outer one comes across as insanity, and their existential fear of it is great indeed. Contrarily, those who reach cc have the full realisation and mystical awarenesss that the 3D mindset is the insane one. Because it is false and nothing more than holographic illusion propogated by the mind, and it denies one access to the 5D programme, where one gets romanced by the Nameless One.

Missing out on the Nameless One is the divine tragedy, and heavy duty nightmare stuff. Cut the chord from the babe to the mother, and another trouble full, physical life is let loose. Blur beyond recognition the existential chord from the babe to its real mystical Source at the same time, and despair and chaos will reign, sooner or later. That the human is still on this planet, given what it thinks and believes is real; and it is a miracle that the species is still here.

For so, so many human beings, the One life does not exist, or it is all horribly messed up with the wrathful God saving concept. Whilst the real truth is that the One life is all that really exists; and nothing else really does. Take away the universal stage, and all of the worlds and actresses and actors in it, and the residual is the Nameless One. The Light. The Real, call it whatever, it is all that there is, and there is nothing else. Even Gods and Goddesses disappear, when the Nameless One swallows them whole. Apparently. They do not protest either. They go earnestly and willingly, with hearts as big as a kazillion suns. Their love for the Real is real, and it is no charade of a infantile mind, which urges death for others, in the name of their ‘God’.

Simply put then, humans and their rock and their universe, do not exist, or they exist only as a holographic movie, within a series of holographic movies. The unreal never really lives, and the Real never dies. That’s what the mystics have been driving at, for quite some time now. When the life force pulls the plug on the body, the 3D movie prop dissolves, and a far more subtle 4D one takes over. The dream goes on, as the Master Nisarga pointed out. To stay out of all holographic movies as a simulated identity, and remain as who and what one really is timelessly and eternally, is enlightenment; and heaven on Earth is mass enlightenment.

When the masses wake up from their 3D dreaming, with the realisation that each and every one of them is already made out of timeless Light, and that all competition and ultraviolent fighting is moronic baby soul shit, then a harmoniously cooperative heaven on Earth may happen. Until then, one can probably kiss this fucken joint goodbye. Because it certainly appears to be an Atlantan re run, which is heading for the holographic drain. The ice at the poles is melting real fast, and some people’s minds are too. No worries! To that, venerable citizen comrade. Like Chickenman, they’re everywhere, the melt down minds, these days.

Yuse get ‘em around yuse ratbox. Yuse get ‘em on the trains, and the shake the shit out of y’arse busses. They crawl the streets, and they’re everywhere at work, and when yuse switch the tele or the radio on, they can’t stop telling yuse about them, and what little bit of crazy stuff that they’ve just done. That’s the third dimension for yuse, citizen comrade. That’s the common too dark reality. Isn’t it?

Where did the common Light of the Real go? It went everyfuckenwhere, into everything and every thing simultaneously, including yourself, apparently. To find It, abandon all questions except this one. Who in the fuck? Am I? Really. To find the answer, or rather have the spirit of the answer find you, sit in pure I am, and do absolutely nothing else. This was the Master Nisarga’s most absolutely fantastic counsel. It’s BA’s now too.

3. A Cosmic Interview:

With A Long Bearded Bastard Of A Con Artist Of A Mystical Motherfucker, Called BA.

The thoroughly objective and scrupulously unbiased reporter has an ally, who does not want their full name used in this text, and shall henceforth be denoted by their unfortunate initials, being BA. Although, it must be said, this character is anything but a designated bowel action. It was actually BA who first introduced the reporter to Sri Nisargadatta’s book, I Am That. The reporter and BA met in a local park, some three months back. He has been on the I am path for over five years. Now we meet about once a week, to discuss the cosmic consciousness issue. Either at his joint, or down the park, we parlez about this mystical ascension shit, which is supposed to be a coming. For meek and intuitively intelligent, quite multidimensionally aware and awake beings, and hopefully, for the odd sometimes angry, sometimes grumpy, but harmless old cunt like BA, too.

BA is in his mid fifties. He is one of the few living persons that the reporter knows who is actively pursuing the I am path, though there is no doubt here that around this world there are many others who have followed Nisarga’s cosmic advice. To cut back to pure I am in their psyches, and shoot back up an existential wormhole or two , that is.

BA is quite 21^st century ‘normal’, in the sense that prior to picking up the I am path, his 3D existence was extremely confusing and bemusing for him, and he even had a couple of what the species calls, nervous breakdowns. He tells that he did all of the gross dumb things, was in the existential shits most of the time, had panic attacks and strong anxieties, and was heavily analytical and intellectual in his attempts to figure everything out. Now he says that there is nothing to figure out, and like Nisarga claims, he claims that a quiet mind is all that one needs for cosmic consciousness to start flourishing inside.

He also calls everyone that he meets, female or male, including himself, ‘Peach’, and that’s just the way that BA is. He says that the universe is a peach, the world is a peach, and that every bugger, good and evil in it, is a peach. The opinion here, for what it is worth, is that BA is pretty peached out with this I am path shit. He is fucken powering on and rocking with it, there is no doubt about that. Sometimes, when I am around him, I think that the long bearded bugger is gunna fucken take off like a ufo, and start flying around Hyde park or his lounge room, I really fucken do. I swear that I’ve seen a ring or two of mystical light come out of his body and his eyes, and other stuff goes on when I am around him, that I just can’t explain.

Because it is supersubtle gear, and I am not a fucken medium, like fucken Allison Dugoot, the local North Perth one is. I am just a reporter, and I don’t have a pair that’s anywhere near as nice as Allison’s beauties are. I wouldn’t be in the least surprised though if one day BA doesn’t take off vertically, with astral rocket fire coming out of his venerable anus, as he disappears into the clouds. For a bit of a fly around them, before he fucks off into the beyond. His long beard streaking far behind him, at kneecap level, sort of stuff. His Dr House’s cane, still clutched firmly in his right hand.

‘Bye! Bye bye BA! Have a fucken good one!’ I could yell out to him, as he cosmically blasts off into the electrically ethereal, existential heavens. I will too. Bet on it, citizen comrade.

The reporter would also have to honestly report that even just writing about the I am path to cosmic consciousness, objectively and unbiasedly, it does seem to have a peculiar effect on one. Most peculiar actually. Nice though! Very nice actually. Like remembering to remember that one was bugged with the desire It all drug, long before one was born, as a bodymind machine front up. Quite trippy it is, and it definitely has a mystical lacing. So! Venerable citizen comrade.

On with the interview with the unfortunately initialed, BA. A proponent of the I am path to cosmic consciousness, and a disciple of the very venerable, Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj. Alias, or formely, Maruti, and Maruti torpedoed a mind or two down here, and set off a consciousness ascension chain reaction with that. With what he said, and how he was, that’s for sure. BA’s only one of his victims. He is an interesting long bearded bastard to chat with though. Very interesting actually.

He doesn’t talk the usual superficial illusionese, dribbleshit, inane, 3D rock heavy, cock and bull, psycho babble egoised crap, that so many talk down here. Not at all, is he an establishment straight, or a cut loose player squeaking symbolic noises out of both of his tubular ends. His whole focus seems to be on finding the Light again, and dollars and cents and terrestrial fame and glory, are toilet paper with karmic shit already on them, as far as he is concerned. He’s chasing his fucken elusive drop of cosmic consciousness, this old cunt is! Rah! Rah! Rah fucken rah for fucken BA! Because someone has gotta fucken do it! So we can check it out. Hey? Venerable, made out of absolutely pure fucken pure Light and mystical non sin, not really in any body at all, yet in them all by holographic proxy as the inner-outer, hidden Light gear, citizen comrade.

BA’s going for the Real gold in this fucken hologram, or at least so he reckons that he is. He has no use for the fool’s stuff, and now point blank refuses to psyche run - I am a dickhead, bumbling along from one existential disaster to another, fool. He’s always shooting his mouth off, that he’ll never ever holographically degrade himself again, with any lousy conceptual fucking yuse right up, this or fucken that made up 3D poo, existential thinking and non thinking. The 3D I am limitation mindset, that runs 100% off the ego’s I am the body only base, that is.

You couldn’t blame him for that in a fuckensuperdickhead supersaturated, shit brained, turd of a 3D holographic world like this one. Could yuse, citizen comrade? Yuse couldn’t blame him for shifting the cosmic holographic ‘I am’ mouse to the spirited soul’s eyes wide open to the mystical Light fucken now! Box. Or designated existential icon, and fucken clicken it. Could yuse? I fucken don’t, anyway, and I like BA, because hands down, he’s the best fucken entertainment in this fucken way out west town. A neighbour of Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj said that about him too. Some existenialised Gurus who existentialise aren’t boring at all then, they’re actually fucking entertainment plus.

I don’t know about fucken George, or fucken John, or Osama, or the Pope though. Or Mrs Robinson. Or Delilah. Or dung beetles, or old Beatles. Or dead Kennedys, or dead Saddams. Or Dr House. They might see it or BA’s stance, fucken differently. It’s like Dirty Harry said. Opinion’s are like arseholes, and everybody has got one.

Temporally, temporarily, holographically, and apparently, by the grace of some holographic programme manager God, the mind projects them. Who needs the fucking things though? The Nameless One doesn’t, and apparently It is hardly conscious of them being Its holographic spawn, until they Light themselves up on their respective holographic grid, with cosmic consciousness. So that they switch what is really real in and out of them on, and stop holographically fucking around. With names and shapes, and planets and suns and a universe, impregnated upon some fucken wayward 3D mindscreen.

Until then, there is nothing happening at all, apart from a play in dreaming consciousness. That is. That’s what they, the ones who have fucked the matrix up the arse, and busted out of here as freed and liberated prisoners of this infernal dimensional duality, have always said, and are still saying. That is, that the Real gold here, is to find out once and for fucken all, absolutely, who in the fuck or the non fuck you really existentially and mystically are.

Are you the cock? Are you the hen? Or are y’half way inbetween? No you’re not, apparently. It just looks that way, but the looks are very deceiving to the human perceptual eye, that is running off a third dimensional mindset, which is running off an imploding memory bank. That’s what the greats reckon, anyway. BA is an apprentice great. We all are citizen comrade. Ay? We’re not here for fucken Hoadley’s! Hey! We’re here for an individual and collective flowering into cosmic consciousness! So they say.

To become enlightened that because yuse is already and can never not be made out of Light, yuse already are enlightened, is a fucken bonza and a wunderbar trip, out of the holographics of this fucken shithole, that we’s all fucken dwell in. As named and shaped homosapiens of the human tribe. It’s horrible and it’s beautiful here in this duality, but having the beautiful non dual gear running yuse existential existence, absolutely shits on having the illusory dualistic holographic horror running it. Fly around the holographic fucken clouds stuff, and go fucking beyond gear apparently, it is.

The stuff that dreams are not made of. Rrrrrrrrr…..ather, the stuffless mystical and spirit u all non dreaming stuff, that sets it all holographically and existentially up. The Real. The Light. That which is not mind propogated, holographically manifested imagination within holographics, that is. The timeless and spaceless Nameless One, who is beyond any image. Our beloved and venerable common mystical Source point, that is, venerable citizen comrade. Who has set it all up, so that existential dreaming and its sub dreams can happen, before dissolution back into the One life that is the Light. Anyway.

On with the interview with my local neighbourhood Guru type, BA. A long bearded bastard, if ever there was one. Or that which should be sitting on a Harley Dave, but instead has its arse on a lounge cushion, because it has gone mystical, and motorbikes and egoised motorbodymindmachines make too much fucken noise.

Reporter’s Venerable Question. BA! You ugly as sin, wrinkled up old bastard! If you could pick out one salient feature of the I am path to cosmic consciousness, what would it be old son?

BA It would be Peach to be ultra extremely careful what one sticks on the end of one’s I am, and to train oneself to put absolutely nothing there, and to explore one’s existence from there. In short, affectionately destroy the I am limited imperfection and worthy of being despised and terminated, 3D mindset. Reinvent I am made out of Light and so is everything else, and play with it. Play with I am unlimited perfection, because that is your one and only inalienable cosmic right.

Question. Well how did it go for you BA? How did you come across the Master’s path, and what was your original modus operandi when yuse adopted it?

BA I was sitting on a bench in Hyde Park, Peach. I was down and out again, for about the forty millionth time, in what I was dreaming was my re run turd of a life. I was depressed, confused, emotionally retarded, lonely, blue and angry, scared and all of that shit. I was sitting there with my I am licking the arseholes of all of that bemusement crap, playing I am all fucked up. I wasn’t playing with I am the inner and the outer, the outer and the inner, like I am now. The mind was in a deplorable state, and there were false I am this and that holographic conceptualisations from one end of the head’s filthy and uncleaned conceptual stables, to the other.

I was in a dense cloud of the darkness shit, ramming my head against it like a Billy goat gone mad, but I couldn’t even put a wee dent in the 3D mindset programming. I felt like me fucking head was gunna explode. I thought that I was the worst of the universe’s creations! It was a torturous agony, and I was hating just about every second of it Peach.

Reporter. Uhuh! Know what you mean BA! That’s the more than common 3D life mate! Believe me, I’ve been there and done that a few fucken times too many, and I reckon that anyone who craps on that they haven’t dabbled with the real dark down and out and wanna 3D die right now side, is a fucken wanker! Of the highest order, too.

BA Yeah Peach! It can be a right fuck up when your existential existence is squeezed inbetween fear and craving, like the shit in a shit sandwich is. Anyway, the spirit gave me a jolt, and I got up off my arse and wandered into the Theosophical library come bookshop across the road. Like a bleary eyed just about done in depressed and bemused humanoid robot, I dragged a faded orange copy of I Am That from out of the shelves, and borrowed it.

I took it back into the park, sat my arse back down on the exact same seat where it was before, and read a bit. I was hooked inside of 60 seconds. The resonance between this psyche and the book just about blew the body’s head off. Finally, after forty odd years of wading around in a dark swamp, infested with huge floating and submerged croc turds, I sensed super strongly that I had what I had been looking for, for so, so long. A path that would show me the way out, and the way out turned out to be the way in reversed, and that was a wunderbar surprise. It was a heavenly experience Peach, to find the Master and his I am path, and every day I try to tip my hat to the spirit for manifesting it for me. Synchronicity can be the most exquisitely delightful stuff. Especially, if it saves your life from a fate of galling limitations, and existential bitterness and bemusement. Even moreso if it gives you a good shot at giving the matrix a good shaft up its illusory rear end.

If you want to know the truth Peach, I consider myself to be so, so lucky to have come across the Master’s path. I am a lucky Peach, Peach, and so are you. So is everyone else, too. The lover and the killer, the enlightened and the unenlightened, the happy and the unhappy, the violent and the peaceful, the dead and the living, they’re all lucky Peaches really. They just don’t know how lucky that they are, but some of them are starting to find out. Aren’t they Peach?

Question. If you say so mate! I didn’t see too much evidence of that amongst the tar and cement on the way here though. Just a few junkie working girls roaming around, or heading for the old Lincoln St deli’s outside tap to clean up their just turned a trick hands, mouths or whatevers. And there was a young bloke way way outa nappies down on the corner, bawling his eyes out. About something or another. That’s about all that I saw BA. That’s good old Highgate for y’! I was roaming the streets around here when I was six years old old son, and I tell you what, the times have fucken changed all right. Anyway. What was it then that you got first up from the book I Am That, BA? What did it present to you that so blew you out.

BA Structure Peach! Structure! A crystalinely pure structure that just keeps blowing me out. I don’t really exist as a personalised body mind machine, and neither does this stinkingly beautiful world, nor the unbelievable universe that surrounds it. What divine joy! Rubber ball stuff, and a massage from the wider self gear. It all comes out of an existential nothing, the mind converts it into what the senses experience, and then it all goes back into nothing. I found that out and the road to becoming nothing again doesn’t existentially scare the shit out of me anymore. Now I embrace that road like I never ever dreamed that I ever would, or could. I am going home Peach, to that existential point where I will realise that I have never ever left home. I am a fucken happy Peach!

Because pinpointed and centralised order in the midst of a horrifically bemused chaos, I got from the Master. A way of handling and coping with the misprogrammed mind where I was removed from the conflict in it, and my enslavement to its re run the I am limitation programme. A way of turning it around so that I could be friends with it and use it as an instrument of discovery, again. Oomph too, I got from I Am That. Lots of oomph, bump up and pump up, I got from it. Because the Master gave me his grace in the book, and told me so nicely about who I really was. By telling me all about who I wasn’t.

All of my life I had struggled like a worm on a hook, trying to fit into a society that wholeheartedly endorses I am a human conceptualisation, without questioning that. For myself, it was tremendously exhilirating and so liberating to discover that I wasn’t one. That I wasn’t a body, nor the mind and its emotional contortions and limitations, was what I needed to know. To find out that I was outside of the whole lot of it and beyond it and all thru it, as the spirit of the Nameless One, as much as I was supposedly in it as flesh, was a dream come true.

My cup runneth over then to have reclaimed that data, and it is still running over now. Maybe it’s the company that I am keeping these days Peach?

Question. Oh pull the fucken other one BA! I am just a cosmic punk! Who will be reporting as objectively and unbiasedly as I can about cc, with a bit of mucking around to liven things up. For entertainment purposes, y’know? I’m no God, or Jesus or Buddha! Christ! Fuck a fuckenduck BA! I am lucky to make it thru the next fucking 24 hours, let alone transmutate back into a mystical immortal. I am also as aware as the greats were that nothing that I can report or write about can even approximate the real existential truth. I’ll be making that quite fucken clear to the citizen comrades too, in my future objective and unbiased report on the subject on cosmic consciousness, and the fucking I am path to that. Don’t yuse worry about that BA. I won’t be bullshitting anyone! No way!

So…what old son! Did you just decide overnight that you’re not a copulating human after all, or something? That’s radical! I wish that I could do that BA! Maybe then I could get a getting old real quick, horse’s piss out at 5am in the morning, without having to wait five fucken minutes for me morning fucken body horn to die. I could do it too, whilst simultaneously running thru the psyche, I am not the body or the exasperation with being an illusory holographic, idea in the mind, body. Couldn’t I BA? Stop the bleeding in the mind, for just a bit. So’s I can relax and get a 4 gallons of waste water that is still jam packed with chemicalised nutrients, leak, out.

BA Ha! For sure! Do it kid! Do it! That’s what you gotta do! You gotta counterstrike! Taking out the 3D mindset is supersubtle warcraft of the highest order. Counterstriking is what it is all about, and negations are y’inner bullets and bombs. You gotta chip away with I am not a body and so forth, like the chick pecking at the inside of the egg, and under no circumstances must you ever give up y’conquered by the I am mode ground. You have to overide, negate and refuse attention to the stupid 3D programming, and let it flow straight thru you, because it is all existential crap. You’re not fucked, and you’re not evil! You’re nothing at all, and no worries is y’middle name, really. Sweet Jesus! Yuse is the Light and nothing at all can touch Yuse. The body mind machine dies. You as mystical essence never do. Existence is a mystical milk run really!

No way did I come to it overnight though Peach. It has taken me years to ditch that I am in the body junket, and even now I have to be very wary of it. The pull of the body and the mind’s projected world are pretty strong, aren’t they? Maya is blood and guts convincing all right, and the restless, ignorantly greedy, power hungry and cheating egoised mind can be a deadly tool, when it is on the loose in a land of holographic make believe.

Reporter. Yeah! That’s for sure BA! Especially if it gets to be leader of the nation of many divided houses, like it just about always fucken does. So it can back the shit for existential brains, baby soul’s house only.

What was the structure then that you mentioned that you got from I Am That?

BA The I am Peach! So simple. The prime chemical and the prime mechanism of the mind. So central. So missed, with using only the 3D mindset. Of course! Why deal with the body mind machine or take yourself to be it as reality? Or take the pupported world, universe and local God to be real, when in the prime equation; I am in a body mind machine, in a world in a universe that is maybe created by God, the I am comes first. Always. Non stop, over and over again comes the inference, I am here, now, on the spot, and I am imparting reality to this and that. Who and what am I really though? That is the one and only real question. What is giving the etheric oceanic fluidity, turned by the mind here into a fake solidity of separated waves, the honour of being called real? It is not the egoised body machine, which would be the 3D’ers quick answer.

It is the wider consciousness which has jumped into the thing and food body, and now is mistakenly taking itself to be the body only. It is not that the wider consciousness has done anything bad, or fucked up. That is psycho babble drivel. It has just got caught up in an automatic process where expressing as a soul, being the accumulated experiences of a spirit mucking with matter, energy, space, time and dimension. It, the soul, the nebulous 4D apparatus, has got all tangled up in the desire for 3D sentient, physically simulated, sensual experience. An astral desire to 3D form up has coupled up with a soul’s holographic memory bank, and the mind has blasted out a world in a universe stage, and a consciousness pawn has downloaded into a human being. Again. Probably, that is what this hell hole is all about. It is a very bad case of individual and collective mistaken identity. That is, it is an absolute calamity to forget one’s true and real Source. Phoo! Ultrabigtrouble, that is.

Because it the soul thinks that it has 3D holographic karmic dues to sort out, and the plan is that it may get back to the Light, thru simulated, holographic sentient experience. It is all horsheshit though, because realisation is on the spot stuff. It is neither past nor future, this side or that. It is here and now and it comes totally uninvited and totally unexpected, when one has done the intuitive apperceptual stuff inside that supersubtlely and very magically and very mystically, attracts It. The name of the real game is that you are the only one who can Light yourself up. No one else, nor any experience can do that for you. Only you, running reverse mystical swing, can do it.

Obviously then, to discover the real answer to who am I, deal with the I am where all of the rest of the nonsense comes from, if you want to really sort it out. To take oneself just to be a described holographically projected thru the mind, physical body, is a big mistake. It is in short, an existential calamity of stupendous proportions. It is a one way ticket on the highway to hell bus, and that’s all.

The Master pointed that out for me, and I will love him forever for it. Because from my own experience now, he was just so right, and being on the I am path has given me insights into stuff that I never ever dreamed were humanly accessible. The I am path is a shit fucken hot path Peach! It’s mystical dynamite! To go from I am demonised to I am demonless, to nothing but I am, has been a kind of ecstacy. To sit in I am is special, special, mind blowing stuff. It’s like lsd, only a kazillion-kazillion times more powerful. It is awesome, awesome stuff to go back to the primal concept and fuck with it, and it only.

Who am I? I am! That’s all Big Mama! Is bliss. It is peace, war over and duality finished, by the cutting of its throat with the jugular concept. I am nothing, that is. Meanwhile, I am this or that, is hell. And didn’t I get to know all about that Peach, and don’t we all. Because the 3D mindset is an appalling abomination that fixes one in conceptualised limitation, yet no spirit here is in any way limited. They just think and believe that they are because of their 3D programming, that’s all, and that’s just so much existential junk. Because everyone is already multidimensional.

They are 3D when physically awake, 4D when physically asleep, and 5D when they are spiritually and mystically awake. Beyond those stages, lives the Nameless One, and the Nameless One is the One that everybody, existentially deep down, is seeking. They seek themselves, they seek their Source, they seek who they really are. Because there is absolutely nothing else here worth desiring or seeking, and the end of all seeking forever, being the end of all desire, including the desire to become enlightened, is enlightenment.

In my case, I had been running around the flanks of the psyche my whole life with I am this and that’s galore, focussing entirely on the conceptual based on the perceptual this and that’s, and had never ever kicked an existential goal. In fact, I’d never even got anywhere near the goals, and had spent just about every waking hour bogged and brawling inbetween the mind’s half back flanks. I was treating the mind like it was an accursed disease, over which I had no control, and no matter how much I struggled to control it, it just seemed to get worse. I had runaway mindflation and existential angst shoved six feet up m’arse all right. I was confusion plus and more bemused than a snake that has to crawl backwards to make a living.

Now, with some years of being on the I am path under my belt, I love the lot of it most days, and the way that the Nameless One is playing it mystically has humbled me to straw. I savagely hated the Nameless One once, because I adjudged that it had mercilessly ripped me off and abandonned this I, but now I am licking Its ethereal boots and helping It to put Its magic cosmic bra back on. That’s my karma now, for calling the Nameless One an ultracunt in my bad old days, when I didn’t understand things properly down here, in this unbelievable boghole. We all have to pay our karmic dues Peach, each in our own ways. By passing on to you how I got myself off the cosmic hook, I serve the spirit, which is all that one can really existentially do. You in turn will pass it on to others, in this unbiased report that you are compiling on cosmic consciousness, and so it will go on, until we are all off the 3D illusion delusion hook. That is our collective destiny, and the Master made that quite clear.

The I am path gave me the solid realisation Peach that I could kick existential goals, by moving back to the centre of the psyche’s pitch and going straight down the mentation ground with the I am. The I am is a psychic chase cutter knife, and it negates and pushes all of the degrader I am this and that blockers to the side. It nukes duality and takes one out of the mind’s twisted contortions and games which reinforce limitation. Self loathing or self hatred and self betrayal, usually because of conceptualisation based on the perception of not being an I am really something ‘success’ by the 3D mindset’s standards, being the main culprits. Not many can successfully handle either I am nobody, or I am no body. Or I am not getting any attention for my here I am, look at me! Look at me! I am really something, I am a player, psychological apparatus. And! Let’s face it, the human inherits a religious psychology that it is a dirty little, sin filled, imperfect creation. Who fucked up bad and who now suffers relentlessly because of that. Y’know Peach? The poor me, I am the existential victim and the existential sinner in the middle of an inner and outer war between good and evil, and God’s representative is gunna rock up on a cloud and save me from that. Junk.

The I am gave me the structure to see that as crap to the nth and baby soul, boo hoo, drivel tripe, and to understand the mind for what it really is, instead of getting hopelessly lost in the personally interpretable ambiguities inherent in the God concept. That being that the mind is an absolutely phenomenally powerful holographic tool of the soul, which dwells in purity in pure consciousness, and which can literally facillitate the turning of nothing describable. Into a world full of named and shaped, staged play, holographically physicalised, perceptual based on the conceptual, things in a universe. The mind can also be mesmerised and shocked and twisted into malfunction and dysfunction galore, by 3D bullshit programming. Or, it can be exploded around this universe and all of the others too, with 5D plus, sometimes dimensionless, cosmic consciousness programming.

Question. Well how did you actually psychologically fucken start off with the I am path BA? Because I have to tell y’mate, I don’t really know what I am really is. I try to grab a hold of it by itself, but it is a slippery motherfucker, and it seems to have the knack of evading my clutches. It is like its skin is made from a half inch of olive oil, or the stuff that surrounds a politician’s brain, or something. It’s shocking BA! It is back street stuff, for sure! It’s fucken shocking! Considering that I am now so conscious that it is indeed the primal fucking concept, and that I am flinging this and that conceptual descriptions around it catherine wheel like, all fucken day and night long. Getting back from the this and that descriptions though BA! It don’t come easy mate! It don’t come fucken easy! Now I know why they say that Rome wasn’t built in a day, old son.

BA Yeah! Right on Peach! Right on! Your words are wiser that you are sometimes. Which is par for any existential conversion course, really, and I am no different from you because we are the same original oceanic consciousness. It was like that with me for years, and it still is a bit. Now though I understand how the whole psyche runs off it, and how when the Light plays with the primal I am consciousness, the known in the unknown happens, and then the mind takes over from there, and a heap of subtle to gross shit happens. I also get it a bit now that the mind is a kind of sense, like smell, touch, sight and so forth. I get that it is not really who I am, somehow. You know? Like the Master said that the mind is like a room, but that you don’t have to live in it all of the time.

Because you can just move to the existential witness’s ground, where y’wider self is hanging out, with I am inner-outer, outer-inner, I am pure existential consciousness, and just watch the show. Where what is existentially outside of the bodymind machine, moves it and everything else around, as life variables. You can affectionately detach from the lot of it, and get y’self a good dose of dispassionate awareness, like the Master done. You can do the anti psychiatry to having the perfect egoised personality, an absolute impossibility in a duality, and move back to the inner-outer sanity of the possibility of becoming again, who you really are.

You can step out of the holographically projected body, and play the existential watcher, and let go of the pain of being ‘in’ it, because really you’re not. With no dislike or like, love it or hate it shit in y’ at all, in the non dual, y’can get some real peace of mind, and a great deal of existential satisfaction. Because fucken finally, you have picked the mystical existential riddle, to the holographic bone. You got lost with I am a human, and now you are found again with I am not one, I am really the whole lot of them existentially and mystically speaking, and I am the beyond of them all too. Which is neat and wicked stuff all wrapped up into one. Because I am the inner and the outer is juicy and delicious stuff, to those who understand its subtle and intuitional, deholographicking implications. It is a see others across the board as Light, see y’self as Light, and all will go well with you model. It is the stuff that is intertwined in the timeless magic in the moment all right.

In the beginning however, I played more with the this and that’s, than the I am. I pissed off the conceptual degraders, and installed all of the bump ups that the Master was throwing around in I Am That. It took a while, but the mind eventually got the message that it wasn’t a useless and worthless shit of a Hal thing, with a justifiable suicidal, or death destiny.

To die laughing m’fucken head off, with the concept of death already absolutely obliterated, and the concept of darkness holographically nuked, and my wee heart full of love and Light, and love for the Light, I decided was my new goal. For that heaven on Earth, and for the love and Light that is the Nameless One, who absolutely existentially, spirit u all, and mystically blows me out, and which is the unknown who is all that is timelessly the Real, in all of this ‘known’ holographic shit, I decided that I wouldn’t slit m’throat, or jump off the third or thirteenth, floor verandahs. Like many demon concepts were going at me, was probably my best option. Then later on, I discovered that I am nothing could get me to pure I am and off the I am demonised concept hook, much faster than anything else could.

Question. What in the fucking fuck are you talking about BA?

BA I used to walk down to Hyde Park Peach, running I am inner-outer, I am timeless, I am spaceless, I am never born and never died, I am not the mind and its contortions, I am not matter, energy, space, time or dimension and other ones, particularly I am made out of Light. Which became my favourite and my stock I am. Actually, I am made out of Light and so is everybody and everything else, is what I used mostly. I didn’t want to get ahead of m’self and think that I was better than any other prick! Or chick. Y’know what I mean Peach? Spiritual pride is deadly shit too, and I was out to get rid of m’ego, some fucking how, and not re run baby soul shit with it.

Question. Oh! For sure mate! For sure! Fuck re running the superultradickhead, turd brained, let’s all be ultra violent morons and have yet another ‘God’ backed fucken war! That leads to a tiny bit of peace before the next war begins, baby soul shit! Haven’t we fucking slightly evolved souls already been there and done that, old son? Aren’t we on an absolutely different, far more interesting and far more exciting path now? I fucken hope so anyway, because I’ve just about had this Earth shit. I must say though, I wouldn’t mind going out with a cosmic bang BA. I rather like the idea of that mein Guru! Who fucken wouldn’t? I mean, you’d have to be a fuckwit to pass that up.

But then again, if all of this 5D stuff does turn out to be illusion and nothing but another way of wasting fucken time, I won’t at all be disappointed. I don’t think. Or rather, the mind here doesn’t think that old son. It’s entertaining me, so I am more than happy with the existential model that we are discussing. And I must admit that it is a bit of fucken fun path to play with. It is pretty trippy actually.

All of that that yuse described sounds very much like simple auto suggestion to me though BA. Did it work?

BA ( A bit hot under the collar mein Guru was here, citizen comrade. Apparently Gurus aren’t averse to firing off in the face of extreme ignorance.)

It is just simple reverse mystical swing negation Peach! It is dead simple turn the inner into the outer, and the outer into the inner, gear. Of course it fucking worked! You can’t beat reverse mystical fucking swing laddie! You know that! God! If I’ve insighted y’anything at all in the last three months Peach, I’ve insighted y’that! Haven’t I?

I wasn’t running I am a fucken horrible mess! Get it Peach? I wasn’t running I am depressed and I am a fearful body mind machine. Get it? I wasn’t running I am mental illness, I am a crazy, Crazy Horse. I wasn’t running I am an outcast, I am a freak, I am not good enough, or I am alienated madness surrounded by human madness. I wasn’t running I am name and shape only. Nor was I running I am useless and worthless, or anything else like that. I also wasn’t running I am more stuffed up than a dualistically poled polecat, shoved up a skunk’s arse. I wasn’t degrading myself in any way! I wasn’t limiting myself to the confines of the propoganda, brainwashing and 3D indoctrination that is our 3D upbringing. I busted out of that fucken turd of a 3D limitation mindset, and the mystical consciousness opened up a hell of a lot for me. Like a fucken flower! And I got to have a pure and unadulterated consciousness shower, and freshen up a bit. Get it Peach? I drank some rainbow juice mate, and I gobbled up a pot or two of golden insights from the Master. Hooaaaa! A lucky, lucky, lucky Peach I am.

I started upgrading, which is every citizen ’s right. Which is exactly what I was not doing, prior to picking up the I am path. Where all that I was doing was degrading and 3D limiting my self. By not being my natural Self, and who and what I really am. Is the picture clearer for y’now Peach? For this I who looks like a named and shaped tube with an arsehole, but isn’t really that at all, it was the dawn of the I am still the mystical everloving spirit in the sky and the ground, I always have been, and I always will be, psyche mindset. I got a little sniff of the real home Peach, and it was sweet as sweet as can be.

For the first time in my entire fucken life, I was telling myself the

inner - outer truth about who and what I really was. I was negating the taught I am the inner the skin bag, behind the eyes, egoised falseness, and I was reinventing the I am the inner and the outer truth. I pressed the clutch in on the I am a body mind machine conceptualisation Peach, and what a phenomenal mother of a joy that was, and still is.

Initially, I’ll admit, it was joke stuff that took my mind off the fact that I was a walking panic attack, and heavy duty bemused death instinct. Then, as I drew closer to the I am and started to flirt more with it thru running I am nothing, which negates the existential pain inherent in I am busting me fucking guts to be something that other humans will notice, thus justifying my turd of an existential existence; it started to get fascinatingly serious. Just playing with the I am by itself, did.

Question. In what way BA?

BA The I am path is highly addictive Peach. It is far worse than heroin and it shits on ‘ice’ and pot or lsd or anything else, and after a while it starts to run itself. Because the psyche will keep returning to pure I am, which is a most peaceful guiltless and sinless spot. The 3D mindset will still go off on its weird soujourns, but sooner or later it will come back to I am. From the first I am made out of Light, I am the inner and the outer, I am timeless and spaceless and so forth, the mind is hooked on the I am needle.

It has been living terribly horrific shit by dead being walking programming, and not by nature, and even though it may continue with the duality shit for a while, it will recognise the Light of a highly desirable peace with honour, within the context of the I am path. It’ll get a sniff that it can actually upgrade itself to the 5D level. Particularly if you run, I am non dual. So that the path becomes like an overide programme, which has got all of the mirth in the universe in it. The Master said it when he said that mind is the great worker and it needs rest. Pure I am is unbelievable rest, because you don’t have to prove anything, or deny anything, either. You can just be, existentially speaking, spotlessly clean as pure consciousness, and stay out of its 3D mind corrupted, alphabetic and conceptually trashed backwash.

So! You’re in the patterned and dualistically dark 3D, lead heavy and dead serious, push the I am limitation poo up y’existential arse again, which will come across in any number of patterned ways that the mind is used to spinning it out; when from out of nowhere in the psyche it the I am path appears, and pulls you out of it, into the peaceful and mirthy non dual territory. Literally too, because running I am the mystical wider consciousness, you ‘feel’ the holographics behind the matter overlay, and you know that whatever thinking or whatever that is going on doesn’t mean that you’re damned, it just means that the mind is doing its job, according to the old defunct, I am limitation programme. It is doing a Hal or a Black Betty, that is. It won’t happen overnight that you’ll pick it and be able to quickly negate the old programming, it’ll take a bit of time, but it’ll happen if you use the I am in conjuction with witnessing and other stuff.

Question. What other stuff BA?

BA The I am path is a path of pulling back existential existence to the wider, universal consciousness Peach. As the Master continually pointed out, it is a path of negation. It is a let come and let go, just watch, don’t ever judge, ride the bodymind machine’s 3D dreaming out along the path of least resistance, and stay existentially cool, path. It starts out with the question, who am I really? What can the mind say? If it is true to itself, because it is an imagined invention of the wider collective spirit, the only real answer that it can give is, I do not fucken know!

How can a product ‘know’ its maker, unless it wakes up and realises that it itself is the maker? In which case it would not be knowing anything, it would not be subject perceiving object, it would be absolute subjective purity, and it would just be being what it really is, as the real inclusive maker by proxy, and not the 3D programmed to exclude, imagined objectified product. Which it was formally throwing out of its subjective, as a make believe objective, for the purposes of fucking around with name and shape as a named shape, in a third dimensional set up.

As I said Peach, it is just simple reverse swing, and the only thing then that it the mind can say that is even half way to the real truth, is I am. All conceptually descriptive this and that’s should be dropped like hot spuds, because they are holographic artifacts, and nothing else. They are the stuff of the changing, and that which never ever changes is all that is real. It is also who one really is.

From here, because the I am path is about questioning everything, and I do mean absolutely everything, it the existential trip becomes, who am I? I am! That’s all. It is not I think and therefore I am. That’s bullshit! It is I am and therefore there is a whole lot of thinking going on. Who thinks? The mind does, because it has had an alphabet or a symbolic language shoved up its arse, and it has a primal concept called I am, around which all of that conceptually rotates.

Who sees? Who hears, tastes, touches, farts and smells? Who feels? Who has the high emotions and the low ones, and the duality poisoned, likes and dislikes? The body mind machine does. But I am not the body mind machine, I just am. I am the wider consciousness and from out of the wider consciousness the body mind machine came, and back into it it will return. Therefore I can sit in I am the wider consciousness now, because I still am that, and just watch the rest of it. As an entertainment show in which one can pierce the mystical matrix, and ‘do’ absolutely nothing else. Certainly nothing worth killing one’s healthy self, or anybody else for. How can you kill anything really, when there is only One life going on anyway?

I can affectionately detach from it the mindshow, run not I to it all, and re run who thinks? The mind does – and keep myself out of it. With as much dispassionate awareness that I can muster, so that I can chip away at the emotional attachment that is all wrapped up in the ego’s fix, to the survival and profiting of the body mind machine.

Which is arsehole deep in holographic illusion, thinking that it is a person who is doing all of this stuff on a longitudinal time scale, when the One and only Real life who is ‘doing’ anything at all, is operating in the timeless moment. You are not the movie, you are not even in the movie, because the movie is totally false, is the drift to the real existential reality. Annihilate the fabricated, dreamt up and imagined person and its dreamy hard core emotional attachments, and whammo! You’ll find the happening that super deep down, you are really after.

To take human love back into the mystical, is the trip. Because we all want to return to the bosom of our mystical home, and rightly so. If you’re not here to chase the Real, then you really are nothing but a waste of good holographic space, and that is the truth. Because there is only one thing that you can do in a dreaming state, and that’s to wake up from it. You can’t control a dream. That’s das idiot’s gear. If you reject or dislike any part of it, or accept any part of it as real, you will never transcend it. Humble acceptance and absolute negation are your 21^st century tools Peach, and they will take you to the Light.

Reporter. A lot of fucking people won’t be very happy with finding out that they don’t really exist, or that they don’t do anything at all, except run down a fucking dream in a mind projected, 3D holographic set up, BA.

BA Still more will be absolutely ecstatic Peach! Why feel guilt, negative self and world judgement, fear, anger, failure and all of that holographically conceptualised junk, when they just don’t exist thru the eyes of the Nameless One, whom one always timelessly is, behind the scenes. We’re not out of duality yet Peach!

Question. Ha! Yeah! That’s for fucken sure BA! What else attracted you to the fucken I am path?

BA It has no preconditions and it is chock full of commonsense, and not imagined nonsensical rubbish that is born of out of existential fear, and conceptualised limitation impressions. It is a come as you are path. I can shave, or not shave, wear jocks or not. I can wear any coloured or type of clothing. There are no rituals and no hoo ha about this or that God. I can be in any building and do it, or I can be outside of all buildings and still do it, until it does itself. Which it does, after a while. I can smoke like the Master and his Guru did, and destroy the conceptualisation that you have to be squeaky clean, with a whistle for an arsehole, or a machine gun and a thick book by y’side, to be spiritual. Its simplicity is the biggest drawcard though. I am nothing is bliss and truth. Pure I am is liquid gold to the guts and heart of the soul. The rest is made up mind projected holographic rubbish, and it is not really worth a piss in an existential bucket.

As the Nameless One, you don’t need it. It needs you. Or rather, it requires that you dimensionally drop down thru pure consciousness into a mindtool download, and fuck with the I am the person in the body shit, and considerably holographically pervert the primal, I am pure consciousness, I am. Which is the first step out of the Light to actually being holographically projected and manifested up by mind’s illusion creation side, as a human in a world in a universe. Which is generally speaking, not that much fun.

I’m chasing the existential and spirit u all and the mystical fun now Peach! I’ve done me dash with the 3D mind set up! That cruddy I am fucked up fucken limitation programme shitty poo stinks, fuck it! It galactically sucks! It is a useless and an ultraboring and a very outdated holographic programme, and I wish that someone had drummed that into me when this body machine was two years old. Then I would have known that the frighteningly weird nightmare called life on this holographically alien rock was only soul dreaming, and nothing really at all to get even slightly existentially fussed about. I would have become aware a lot earlier on that the Light runs the show, and that I am safe and secure along with everybody else, with the mystical love in the Light pumping in and and out of this I less I and the masses and the beyond, forever.

The establishment straights can have this 3D shit Peach, with great love! I have no more use for it, or their good versus evil, holographic crap. They can shove it all up their superultraignorant, ultraviolent rings and twist it around a bit, if they want. No one points the existential bone at me anymore though, because I fucken am! They can shove their Gods and their devils, and their stupid war mad politics up their astral rings also. Between the lot of them, they know absolutely nothing existentially, or mystically. They’re well and truly lost in existential cosmic space, those dudesses and dudes are.

Because the One life who is beyond all Gods has no enemies. Not a single one. It is the never born and the never died and the timelessly Real, and the Master said that that is who he was, who I am, who you are, and who everybody else really is. I have reached that point in my adventures with the I am path my son, that I no longer see any need to doubt him. I have my proof and I found that proof by sitting in pure I am. Believe it or not, and it is pretty easy not to believe it from the 3D level, the Master was telling the one hundred percent truth. There is nought but the One life of Light who really exists for real, and the dimensional rest that is taken to be real, is dreaming. Because he gave me a gun path and a way to wake up from the dreaming, I kiss the Master’s tootsies, and I kiss his venerable heart too.

So I say emphatically what I am now, and no baby soul prick or chick that has come before me, or who is currently crawling this Earth playing good versus evil does, and now I say that I am not the body. Nor the mind, and that I am nothing and nobody, and dead happy with that. Nor do I as affiliated timeless gear owe my so called creation to any God, or any universe. Which it is my cosmic right as a mystical being, to proclaim. I come from outside the lot of them, into each and every one of them, but only as a downloaded visitor. I never stay. I always go home for real, sooner or later. Everybody does, sooner or later, and you will too Peach. It could happen to you anytime, whilst y’is farting around with y’writing, in y’Highgate ratbox. Y’never know.

Mum and dad, nan and grandad, uncle and auntie, the teachers, the butcher, the baker and the prime minister and all of the rest, all should have told me that I was made out of inner and outer Light, because I am, and it is a sin that they didn’t. It is a sin that they got 3D conned in the first place too. There is a joy in even slightly mystically waking up from all holographically conceptualised so called sin, and the so called war of good against evil though, that should be shared around like apple pie and cream and icecream. Or chocolate cake. Or whatever fancy tickles one’s belly. No Light! Then no light or fucking dark, is the new equation to share. Isn’t it? We’re sharing it, aren’t we Peach? We’re sharing the non dual, cosmic consciousness! You’re a good little fucken Highgate disciple, y’are!

Reporter. I guess that we are sharing it BA! If you say so. Who in the fuck will give a fucking fuck about that though? My piggybacked site is fucken real lucky to get a hit or two a month. I am not fucking NASA, BA! I am not involved in any space fucking love triangle, above the fucken clouds, and the last time time that I had a half decent root, T Rex dropped 3 megamonster turds on m’front fucken front lawn. The south wind blew up too, and the cave stunk of Rex’s shit for a fucken week.

I am not a fucking porn site mate! I can write this fucken objective and unbiased report on cc for yuse, to help yuse square up with the Nameless One, on account of yuse called the Nameless One an ultracunt, in yuse bad old existential days. Before yuse realised that is that the Nameless One is really the Cuntless Cunt, or the Zipless Fucker, who has the existential drop on all of us, and who is by proxy as the One life responsible for all this holographic lunatical shit and horror, and the exquisite sensually sentient beauty in it too.

I can’t guarantee yuse that even one in a billion will actually read the fucken report though mein Guru! It might be too oughta spacey, for those existential currents. Yuse know what I mean BA? The masses have not yet heard of reverse mystical swing, mate. It might be a concept that is a bit beyond them, just at the moment. As a matter of fact, a good many of them will probably need another 100,000 years to get their brains around it. Even then, it will probably still go down to the wire in their mind’s wiring, just like it is now.

BA ( A bit hot under the collar here BA was again, citizen comrade. )

Someone will give a fucken fuck Peach! Some existential cunt always does, and the people are thirsty for some decent insights, and the I am path to cosmic consciousness, hands down, is the best insider’s insight in this dualistic shit of a fucking place.

Reporter (With a quick fist clump to the heart.)

Jawohl! If yuse say so mein Guru BA!

BA Oh I do Peach! I fucken do! I do sense with thee also my son, that the time is coming where you will have to sort out y’consciousness, once and for all. You’ll be banging like a cosmic spark on the matrix’s front door, before y’know it youngfellah!

Reporter Nahhhhhhh BA! No fucken way! That’s poop in the existential bucket mate! I am just the fucken unbiased and objective reporter. That’s all that I fucken am! I am just a lowly low down trumpted up key jockey, that’s all. These days, I’ve got about as much fucken Light in me as a fucken grasshopper’s fart has. In fact, I’ve probably got less. I’ve nearly had it BA! I have to tell y’, I am a fucken commoner all right. I won’t be starting off any fucken revolutions, or changing the world one fucken bit BA. Fuck the fucken world anyway! If it is the stuff of the unreal, and just a dying holographic stinkhole, why fucken worry about it?

I’ve nearly run out of Earth swamp gas, thank fuck, and the only enlightenment that is coming for this one is straight up the tunnel, red astral rose duly given by the guides, for even having just embodied up in a heinous dualistic dump like this, and a big hearty hello to the old astral gang and me soul pod mates again. And best of all BA, a see ya later to this motherfucker’s and moron’s, horrible and beautiful, holographically very existentially nonsensical, wonderful and wunderbar and simultaneously fucking absolutely shithouse, destined to inherent cosmic consciousness, citizen comrade’s, planet.

BA Your time is coming Peach! For you, the mystical bell tolls! I can feel it in m’wind’s vibrations at both ends of this holographicly projected, built out of and sustained by Light, tube. You are fucking with the I am path my son, and sooner or later, It the Real will get y’! I am telling you Peach, from direct experience, that sooner or later, it’ll bump y’into the inner and outer, wider set up, and the holographicly supermindblown territory.

Reporter Yeah! Yeah! Yeah BA! Well I’ll cross that fucken existential bridge between my reporter self and my supranatural self, if ‘It’ exists, when I fucken come to it! So there’s no need to a get an existential horn about my prospects of becoming enlightened in this lifetime. Look after yerfuckenself mate!

BA I am! It also might be sooner than y’think Peach! Watch out sonny reporter! If you fuck with the mystical inner and outer, you fuck with it all. With all that is the true and real big existential power, you tangle.

Reporter Yeah! Yeah! Yeah BA! I’ll fucken watch out! Don’t yuse worry about that old son. I’ll watch m’fucken cosmic back, like I was a politician, or a gangster, or both. At the same time.

BA It will come to you from every conceivable holographic direction at once Peach! From the inside and the out and beyond that, It the timeless Real and the Nameless One will implode-explode every holographic fucken atom in y’. It’ll blow y’everloving pre fabricated mind around this multidimensional universe, and give y’ a ticket to ride around dimensionlessly. Maybe. For a while, or whatever. Maybe even, permanently. Which is the gear that y’really want, don’t y’Peach?

Reporter Well I guess so BA! I guess so! How in the fucking fuck am I gunna report on any fucken thing though, if I’m flying around the fucken universe as a multidimensional identity, who has tripped out on the Light, and gone off into some dimensionless non fucking beyond? I gotta be able to see the fucken keyboard BA! I gotta be in the same fucking lousy solid dimension as it is, and I gotta have fingers or toes to punch the fucken keys! I can’t type with m’dick, not yet anyway BA. Sorry mate! Maybe in the next lifetime, but I don’t think that I am gunna reach that skill level in this pretty run off the mill, shitty 3D one. I’ve gotta stay for a while as just another formed up slob of a human nobody, who really treasures being just another slob of a nobody, like yuse wouldn’t believe BA - or there won’t be any unbiased and objective report, on any fucking thing!

Don’t get me wrong mate! I’m as keen as the next pretty exasperated cunt doing this body burden shit is, for the old mystical cosmic blast off. But if yuse want this dekarmarising, deholograhickising, why not just returns to yuse angelically mystical Light source? With pure I am, and pure I am zapping yuse. Again. Instead of slogging yuse fucken guts out as an imagined, holographically projected thru the mind, wayward human being. Who is killing themselves trying to be a visible ‘success’. Fucking report, fucken actually written, then most unfortunately for me, I’ve gotta hang in the 3D ring, with a brown eye as evidence of my c of g’s corona, and stay wee balled up, just a little bit fucken longer. I’ve gotta run and dance with the monkey beast for just a tad more mate, do the fucking report, and then go fucken angel later on. That’s my fucken destiny. It’s lucky cunts like yerself who’ll be doing the blasting off for now, mein Guru!

And the fucken deal is, y’fucken sly mongrel! And this is the bit that I particularly like BA! This is the what’s in it for me bit, and if yuse truly have any existential power, yusell go into the astral and talk to a few spirit guide heavyweights and ethereal powerbrokers, and pull this off for me, and balance out our fucken karmas. Yuse long bearded, cosmic bastard! That is, the deal is that after death, which is my coming red rose, and the coming red rose of many a poor, poor, poor humanised 3D bodymind machine, poor slob, down 3D here. That is, the actual unwritten but legit deal is that after my blessed passing, the fucken bully guides won’t send me straight back here to this dynamicless interlude in having a pretty good astral time, called the 3D fucken Earth. Because I’ve got a strong feeling that that’s what happened last time, and I don’t want it happening again!

So that I have to start from the babyshit and babysoul fucken hard slog, fleshed up 3D shit again, without getting a decent astral breath. So that I miss out on the astral r and r, and a whole lot of flying around the clouds, before ever having to reincarnate in this turd of a prostrate poisoned, prostrate used by date expired, being now far too far into the holographic negative, karmic shithole. Of a holographically projected thru the mind, using the I am concept, and the I am concept only, holographic world. Hey BA? That’s all that I gotta do! I gotta keep doing fucken nothing, because fucken nothing but mystical bliss, is all that really exists. So they fucken say!

BA You’ll manage Peach! You’ll manage! The universe will one hundred percent support you in your endeavours. Everything will turn out just fine. Things will be as sweet as sweet in the end, when y’find y’ never ending beginning again.

Reporter ( Getting a bit hot under the physical collar here I was, venerable citizen comrade. With due fucking cause too.)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah BA! There’ll be everlasting peace in the fucken middle east next week too! How come I gotta play disciple and write the fucken thing anyway? Why can’t you fucken write it? You’re playing the friendly local neighbourhood, North Perth fucken Guru. Not me. Writing is fucking hard work BA! It’s also a waste of time, if nobody is gunna fucken read it. Which seems to be my existential pattern.

BA I am beyond writing now Peach! You must be the transmitter, youngfellah.

Reporter Youngfellah my fucken arse! I’m two years younger than yuse, y’prick! You’re a sneaky, sneaky, sneaky motherfucker! That’s what you fucken are BA!……Yuse is a mystical con artist!….. All right y’cosmic motherfucker!….. I’ll write yuse stinking deholographicking report! But only because I am a sap for dream writing, where yuse make a whole lot of fucken crazy shit up for entertainment purposes, and just remember. Don’t bet on any cunt reading it, because I’m fucken not! I tell yuse what else BA. You not only look like an ugly, long bearded bastard of a fucken getting old real quick human, yuse manipulate like a sneaky motherfucker of a one as well.

BA Well I am not one Peach! So don’t accuse me of being something that I’m not! How many times do I have to tell you? I am a not a fucking human! I just look like one, according to your own particular and idiosyncratic, holographic rigging. Which is all based on the particular way that you are using the primal I am concept, and the multitudes of get bound up real quick spin off descriptive ones, which whirlpool out from it. Giving your I am a body in a world in a universe idea, manifested creedence. If it wasn’t for your I am – ing, neither the universe, nor this world nor I as this tube shape would be here, my Highgate son.

Reporter. ( A bit existentially hot under the physical collar, again.)

Yeah, yeah, yeah BA! Blow it out of y’non fucking mystical arse! Neither the fuck am I a fucking human! What stupid existential fucking cunt would ever wanna be a fucken human, on this madhatter’s, mad as all fucken fuck rock? Even Satan probably shits his existential pants, every time that he hears from his guides that he has to do another run in this turd of a 3D hologram.

BA Peach! I am so glad to hear you admit to that mate! Particuarly as that’s a bit what you look like, a madhatter that is, thru the mystical eye. We are on common ground not being humans then youngfellah, and the big lie is dead for the both of us now. Rejoice my fucken son! Rejoice! Our on the border of North Perth and Highgate cups runneth fucken over, even if the 21^st century Hyde Park does stink like a Filipino garbage dump. For once, we are really alive as existential identities! Heaven on Earth is coming, and heaven on Earth is cosmic consciousness for the masses. Isn’t it Peach?

Reporter Oh Jesus BA! For fuck’s fucking sake mate! Get real mein Guru! If the masses get out of this fucken 3D holographic nightmare of a dualised light and dark dump, with a single solitary brain cell still functioning between the fucken lot of them, then I’ll eat fucking angel dust for the rest of m’existence!

BA That could be on the cosmic cards Peach! You and the masses may yet be nuked by cosmic consciousness. Then you’ll be able to vaporise y’self, and save on the big costs involved in building big bombs.

Reporter Yeah, yeah, yeah BA! The fucken 5^th dimensionals are coming too, and every dying, existentially pained citizen knows it, these days.

BA You said it Peach! Many are still asleep and 3D dreaming, like slugs under a rock, but many are waking up and crawling around on their astral hands and knees in the 4^th dimension, where 5^th dimensionals can insight them to change their mindset’s nappy. Quite adequately so too.

Reporter Oh Jesus BA! I think that we are gunna have to give it a rest mate. Me head’s starting to spin around inside with all of these conceptless concepts, like that little blonde haired sheila’s did on the outside, in the Excorcist movie. Timeless! Spaceless! Not this! Not that! Matterless! Energyless! The Real! The Nothing! The Nameless One! I am the inner and the outer! I mean how in the fucking fuck does the average citizen come to grips with all of that shit, considering the conceptual fucking I am God created, sin filled, limitation programming poop, that they’ve been raised on?

BA Perserverence furthers Peach! The conquered existential ground must never, ever be given up! Do nothing! Except to just be, and return to pure I am base 24/7. 365 days a year.

Reporter (Pointing out of the front flywire door, at the outside of the house world. Still a bit angry about the report writing workload ahead, and a bit of a red faces candidate.)

Oh fuckafuckenduck BA! Tell those existential sleeper cunts out there that!

BA I don’t have to Peach! Because you’re going to do it in this objective and unbiased report that y’gunna do. Aren’t y’?

Reporter Oh Jesus BA! Yuse shoulda been a woman mate! Yuse shoulda been a woman, because yuse is a sneaky to the nth fucker! Yuse are! You’ve got the carrot of staying astral a bit longer than I did the last time, dangling in front of m’existentially wayward nose! Haven’t yuse? Yuse arsehole! I reckon that if we’d been married and we’re getting divorced, that you’d get the cat(s), the dog(s), the house(s), the other property(ies), the kid(s), the music machine(s), the kitchen sink(s), and I’d be the one forking out support the kid(s) dosh, until doomsday comes. I reckon that I’d be left with sweet fuck all, and absolutely fucking nothing!

BA That’s all that y’need Peach! To reach cosmic consciousness, that’s all that y’need! Anyway, let’s talk about women a bit more.

Reporter Oh fuck off BA! Give it a fucken rest mein Guru, will ya? Yuse is doing m’head in! I thought that we were here to talk about fucking cosmic consciousness! What in the fuck do yuse want to talk about women for? Have yuse been down on all fours and nibbling on y’loco weed out in the backyard, or something? Do we really fucken have to? I mean, I’m trying to get them off m’brain mate! So that I can concentrate on what I hope will be, a pretty objective and unbiased report. One can only try to forget about women. Can’t one BA? It don’t come easy with Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Barbara Anne, Eloise, Layla, Carol, Diana, Peggy Sue, Julia, Maggie Mae, Delilah, Suzie Q, Roxanne, Mrs Robinson, Lady Godiva and all of the rest still holographically rattling around inside m’scone. Even if some gorgeous Kylie rang me up and said my squillions for one half decent root, I’d still have to tell her politely no, not now love, I am too fucken ugly. Or I’ll never get this fucken objective and unbiased report fucken done, before this body mind machine carks it.

BA What’s the matter Peach? Don’t y’like women?

Reporter Oh they’re all right BA! But I’ll never forget that if it hadn’t have been for m’mum’s two times too loose fanny, that I never would have got existentially ejaculated into this hellhole of of a 3D hologram! Never! I don’t give a fuck what Freud thought either. That’s my excuse for still having the pussy connection thing on the brain, and I’m sticking to it. There’s something existentially beyond that gorgeously dark and lusciously beautiful cave, and I wouldn’t mind knowing what in the fuck it is. Is it home, really?

BA Well a woman could just as easily say all of that about her holographic, body mind machine mother Peach! Couldn’t she?

Reporter. Well I am not saying that she fucken couldn’t BA! Don’t accuse me of being a missojofuckingnist mate! I’m lucky if I can fucken spell it. I love the girls deep down at Source, really, and I want every one of them to come and sit on m’ cosmic face. Like yesterday, too. Just like you do BA!

BA Yeah! The girls are all right. They’re the Light. They live hard lives down here too, the poor, dormantly endowed with cosmic consciousness, bitches. Hey! The guides tried to get me to come as a female manifestation this time around Peach! But guess what mein trusty disciple? I told them to fucken fuck off!

Peach Oh y’didn’t BA! Jesus mate! That’s pushing it! That’s sticking it up the astral establishment’s arse mate! That’s playing with ethereal fire! So yuse did a Dr House on the glowing ones, did yuse BA? Y’spat the dummy in the face of higher ethereal power, did yuse?

BA Yep! Truly and rooly Peach, I did! It all came to me in a dream that I had last night actually. Do you want to hear how it went?

Peach Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Tell me BA! At last we’re talking about something that I can really identify with! I suppose that the next thing that y’gunna tell me is that y’called the guides cunts, as well as telling them that their astral to Earth re run set up multidimensionally sucks, as well.

BA Yep! I give ‘em the go and get fucken astral Roo Ted speech all right!

Peach Oh BA! BA! BA! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You are the original fucking cosmic rebel mate! You’re a case and a half yuse are BA! Yuse is my cosmic hero! You are mein Guru!You’re good value, yuse is. When you’re dead and buried and you’ve fed a few thousand worms mate, North Perth just isn’t gunna be the same. No fucken way!

BA Yep! Couldn’t take an existential trick for 45 plus years Peach, but I am running ultrahot now. Thanks to the Master and the I am path, these days, I am fucking flying around the clouds, and the beyond of them too. I am having a lot of existential and mystical fun these days Peach. About fucken time too, I reckon. I still think that the cosmic fun is going to get to you real soon too though laddie, I really do.

Peach I keep on telling y’BA, but yuse isn’t fucken listening! I am just an unbiased and objective reporter, that’s all. I’m not fucken Superfuckenspirit! I am state of the art worm food mate, and pretty humbly happy to even be just that, that’s all.

BA I dunno Peach! The vibes are strong. Real strong!

Reporter Oh for fuck’s sake BA! Give it a fucken rest will y? What about a cup of chai? I could use a fucken pick up. C’mon! Tell me about this dream that yuse had, where yuse slung off at the guides and told them that their 3D to 4D and back again system fucken fucksucks. I wanna hear all about it old son, because I reckon that it fucken fucksucks as well. Big time. So don’t fucken leave anything out!

BA Would I do that Peach?

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TO BE CONTINUED IN BLOG 3

( Maybe. Or maybe not.)