Monday, July 24, 2017

There was buzz on the internet about August 2017 and the 9 months that follow…


A total eclipse of the sun is coming on Aug 21. Some people are staying away from its shadow, believing it’s bad luck; others are running to it…


There is muffled banter of a financial collapse coming in late Aug as well. Some people are rooting for it, believing that there is no real improvement for the country without a little pain for much needed gain…


All pretty standard stuff foreshadowing a celestial event, thought the Mason’s wife, who wasn’t ruffled one way or the other. Her husband kept her grounded…


In times past (pre-2012) when she was convinced things would palpably change, did change, and continue to change, but not to the edge of extinction as many expected, when people dug holes to live in and stocked up on tons of dry goods, readying themselves for apocalyptic times. And then the tension dissipated...


This new round of predictions and premonitions were recycled concerns for unseen, unfulfilled prophecies and visions...


One prediction that grabbed her was by a young woman who says “a supernatural event” is coming sometime in 2018, with frequencies changing perceptively until it occurs…

This was something the Mason’s wife could latch onto. She was a big fan of Dolores Cannon and the New Earth. Her predictions are out there beyond the fringe with Cayce and Revelation…


What intrigued her about Cannon’s predictions was that she felt a kind of intuitive knowing that validated for her what has yet to occur on a global scale…


Her husband went along with it, but did not immerse himself. “Pay attention,” he said. “Stay in the bleachers. And don’t disappoint yourself again if nothing happens.”…


But something always happens, she thought. It just isn’t on the scale that people expect. They want it in CinemaScope with Dolby sound in every direction, but most of it is so subtle that the majority of the people blink and miss the whole thing…


Sunday, July 23, 2017

He missed the rattlesnake hunt because he was called out of town on business at the last minute. He had been looking forward to the hunt, practicing with his blowgun on a dartboard for weeks. He never felt more ready…


The Master Mason had once visited central Africa where he came across a tribe who communed with a type of jinn, practiced ritual magic, and believed that each individual death creates another universe, with the deceased as the new god of the freshly minted everything...


It was an original belief system that he hadn’t come across in any of his other travels…


In most religions there is a tendency to look upon oneself as a sort of cog in the machine, never as the machine itself, the entire thing. In most cases that would be considered blasphemous…


We are subject to the whims of our many gods, for reward or punishment. We humble ourselves in relation to the universe, never daring to think we will rule a cosmos of our own upon our own demise…


But with the African tribe he encountered, this new universe, born out of hubris, comes into being with the character of the person who died. It was a concept the Master Mason found hard to grasp. All the individual gods in their countless multiverse are unique unto themselves, not one alike…


It was an original delusion. But the overwhelming data showed that one is thrown into life’s game with what looks like a blank slate for a brief joyride and then back to home base to process the experience, an experience out of countless other experiences…


This was a major theme in shamanic belief systems. It was universal. These specific reminders were constant in the general populace, since the beginning of time. They were the oldest tales told in dark caves, and kept in focus throughout the ages in every culture around the world...


And he believed them because his bones told him they were true…


But even a firm belief, one that transcends faith itself, does not give all the answers; there are far too many, an incomprehensible amount. Consciousness is not extinguishable, ever. Once that's accepted, the universe will validate your faith in its own mysterious way...


After a while, sensing these signs becomes second nature. A mute friend communicating silently, in various subtle ways, letting you know you're not alone. Something bigger than yourself has your back and not to worry, even if you're taking your last breath. That intuition is the essence of all religions...


Saturday, July 22, 2017

They were on their way to hunt rattlesnakes in Yuma and see if they could sight UFOs in the night sky…


They used blowguns with five-inch darts to hunt, while the skank stayed behind to build the campfire and prepare the heavily seasoned batter for frying the relatively mild tasting snake meat…


As they drove, the witch opened up one of her favorite topics. “The Sanhedrin would have been blown away if the resurrected Christ had appeared to them and smiled, waved, and blessed them before moving on,” she said. “Instead, important witnesses were passed in favor of those who were already believers.”…


“Where was Josephus,” she continued. “Why wasn’t he on the story? It was the biggest event of the century. Man gets crucified, is resurrected. How do you top that?”…


“The era was filled with rulers who thought themselves gods when, in fact, they were little more than sadistic perverts who treated their subjects like their personal play things,” said the warlock. “People had good reason to seek help from any supernatural force.”…


“It was an age of delusion,” said the witch. “Delusion beyond reason. Religion and magic were interchangeable. Delusion was their hope in a hopeless situation.”…


“All cultures fell into a state of profound delusion effortlessly,” she said. “A form of perpetual hallucination meant to comfort and reassure. It was a prescribed time of salvation through pipedream.”…


“ ‘Delusion saves’ could have been the motto of the times,” said the shaman. “And there is no greater delusion than the grand delusion.”…


“And what delusion is that?” said the magician…


“Take your pick,” said the witch. “Just make sure there is a god at the center of it, any god. There was no shortage of gods to choose from.”…


Her greatest hope was that the human race would get past the delusions that have held them back so the future could lead them into a healing mode, gathering the fractured belief systems of the world into one unified understanding of why we’re here and where we’re headed…


“You really think that’s the case?” said the warlock. “Sorry, but it sounds to me like you’re wrapped up in your own overpowering delusion.”…


“And for the same reason,” she said. “It gives me hope for a better tomorrow.”…


Wanting to change the subject, the skank said, “Did we forget the bar-b-q sauce?”…


“It’s in the ice chest,” said the magician. “There’s enough cannabis oil in it to put us all into a fine deluded state.”…


“I’m hungry,” said the troll…


“It’s going to be a good hunt,” said the shaman. “Plenty to eat and plenty of hides to work with.”…


“Think any UFOs might show?” said the troll…


“Probably,” said the warlock. “They usually do.”…


Thursday, July 20, 2017

A good part of TV airtime was hijacked today in order to broadcast the OJ Simpson parole hearing. No matter where you turned, there was Simpson, trying to look repentant while explaining why he feels he should be set free…


The Mason’s wife watched as the parole board granted Simpson’s request for freedom. Her husband said he’s already done enough time for a crime that merited no more than 3 years with good behavior, instead of 33, just because he was OJ…


The Mason suspected that the 33-year sentence he was given was a signal to others that unseen influences were at work in the decision. “Probably for escaping conviction in his wife’s murder,” he said…


"Sounds like that might have been the case,” said his wife. And she wondered why the powers that be thought that every network and cable station needed to broadcast it. What was so important about Simpson going free that the entire country needed to witness it?…


“It must have been awfully important,” said her husband. “It knocked Trump’s troubles off the air, at least temporality. I didn’t think anything could do that.”…


“Don’t you get the feeling that everything that has any importance has somehow been trivialized?” she said. “Important issues, important news, all whittled away and hidden, so that we can be spoon fed a litany of unending bullshit?”…


“Exactly,” said the Mason. “Even relevant newspaper stories are flushed into back pages to be ignored.”…


“Instead,” said his wife, “they give us nothingness. They think we need to know about Simpson’s pension and financial liabilities, his behavior in jail, and how will he behave in the future? That takes precedence over everything else, even over Trump’s shenanigans. They really must think we’re stupid.”…


“On the other hand, it’s probably a money thing,” said the Mason. “Think about it. They cover stories that keep them local, in unison, reducing production cost.”…