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Gill Finn

Rainbow was in the waiting room reading a magazine. She was alone in the pine-paneled room. In one corner there was an old Grandfather clock. Gill had asked her once why they called it a 'Grandfather.’ He knew if his mother did not know the answer to a question she would tell him to stop asking questions. She knew that he knew this and it made her smile.

The clock kept a steady tock, tock, but no tick, and she thought it odd. There on an end table was a small picture in a pitted silver frame. Doctor Snook and his wife, Blue, stood with their arms around one another aboard a sailboat named "Mr. Limpet." They were both raising martini glasses.

Also on the table was a large green Chianti bottle with a sailboat inside and on the transom it read: “Forever in Time.”

The doctor handed Gill a dusty Tootsie Pop which he promptly shoved inside the pocket of his dirty blue jeans. Rainbow was embarrassed by the sight of Gill, he had not had time to change his clothes.

“Well Mrs. Finn, you haven’t a thing to worry about.”

Of course the doctor’s dismissal did nothing to belay Rainbow’s worry. Just before she could ask for a more complete diagnosis, Doctor Snook stopped and pulled the large glasses from his head.

“Gill received a mildly toxic venom from the fish. There may be a bit of swelling, but I’ve prescribed a small dose of antibiotics for the boy.”

And just as always, she settled herself if only for the moment.

Gill had already started on his candy as the doctor began on his own, and Rainbow smiled to cover her rebounding nerves.

With this late examination behind them, mother and son entered the car. They closed respective doors and sat for a moment in relative silence. Rainbow started the car and slowly eased it out on to the leaf strewn avenue. 

“How’s your hand?” his mother asked, keeping her eyes fixed to the road. 

“It’s fine,” said Gill, and he felt her eyes for just a moment. 

“You were very late today Gill.” She raised her voice and he knew she meant it.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” 

 Rainbow took her eyes from the road for just enough time to gauge him. 

“He was beautiful, Mom,” said Gill, staring out the window as the color of fall rushed by in a blur. Rainbow adjusted her grip and stole another glance. For whatever reason, she did not feel like pressing him.

“Who was he, Gill, the fish?” And, for a brief second, she wanted to hold him close. He turned from the window and looked down at his hands. Rainbow came to a stoplight and looked at him. 
“Is your hand okay?” she asked. Gill shifted in his seat and looked out the window again toward the sky. 

“Something changed, Mom. There was bright light and a smell, like flowers.” His voice seemed to run out of air. The light changed, and Rainbow felt uneasy. 

“Did you hit your head?” Her voice wavered and she bit her lip. Gill shook his head and smiled. He looked up at her.

“No, there was mirth, Mom,” he said, and returned to the window rubbing his hand. A strange wave fluttered within her belly, and she drew a short fast breath. He was getting older and there was nothing she could do. The sky began to darken and Rainbow knew things would never be the same. Today had happened and there were no journals or ‘life guide’ texts to explain, or put things into perspective. She couldn’t let Gill know of the feeling that was sweeping through her. Strangely, he seemed more at ease than she, and she had trouble cornering exactly what was troubling her. The road unfolded before her as a shining black ribbon still wet from the storm’s rain. There was only quiet between them and every fear she could imagine.

Continued at:      http://storyofgillfinn.blogspot.com

Brian Kelly's Blog

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Give in to the thought that you are not taking a chance on losing your sanity by thinking that there is life elsewhere in the universe, and you might have to entertain another thought: Is there life from elsewhere that is here with us now? Many of you have explored such thoughts and come to the conclusion that it is neither sane nor reasonable to think otherwise than that there is such an abundance of life in the universe you inhabit. Those of you who have wrestled with such thinking, or those who have always known it to be thus, are the ones who are going to have some explaining to do in the short-term forecast when the reality of the situation bumps into those minds which have not yet fathomed the weirdness nexus on that particular point. We are practiced in the art of explaining ourselves, and we have shared quite a lot of our insights about our reality with you over the many years that we have been in communication with you over this channel. Now it’s going to be your turn to relay that information far and wide, when the time for telling the story to those who have not yet come to terms with the thinking you are familiar with have the thoughts come to mind.

Removing The Shackles

Removing The Shackles

A tragic failure of American education in this century has been a failure to teach children how to read and write and how to express themselves in a literary form.  For the educational system this may not be too distressing.  As we shall see later, their prime purpose is not to teach subject matter but to condition children to live as socially integrated citizen units in an organic society—a real life enactment of the Hegelian absolute State.  In this State the individual finds freedom only in obedience to the State, consequently the function of education is to prepare the individual citizen unit for smooth entry into the organic whole.

However, it is puzzling that the educational system allowed reading to deteriorate so markedly.  It could be that [they want] the citizen components of the organic State to be little more than automated order takers; after all a citizen who cannot read and write is not going to challenge The Order […].  This author spent five years teaching at a State University in the early 1960s and was appalled by the general inability to write coherent English, yet gratified that some students had not only evaded the system, acquired vocabulary and writing skills, but these exceptions had the most skepticism about The Establishment.

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The One

I took a trip today, inside myself. I began walking backwards into my brain, once inside I turned around, surrounded by over 100,000 miles of blood vessels and trillions of neurons firing at different intervals.
I began to see the chain of brain matter, identical to the cosmos, the universe, a holographic miniature of the whole, the circuit pathways were identical conveying signals point to point.

I slipped between the two hemispheres and made my way to the pineal gland, a magical gland, purposely avoided in the mainstream architecture of study. There, within the precise geometric center of the brain was the small, pine cone shaped, ‘seat of the soul’. Vast amounts of blood and energy rushed through it, more than any other gland in the body. I noticed the rods and cones found within the eyes, the same physiology. I understood the reason why many ancient cultures and religions featured the ‘pine cone’ in their symbolisms and iconography.

I stood near the temple, contemplating my location, listening to the blood rush by in torrents of timed precision. Pages of crystal memory splashed in front of me, the hologram of my own body witnessed by me from me.
Miles of blood vessels surrounded me, coursing with plasma and photons, I was there, witness to biology that had sprung from a single cell in a gestation of only nine months.

There are over 7 billion of these masterpiece/human/cells inhabiting a living planet, a planet that shares our symbiotic breath, our resonance, one ocean of a deafening evolution. Standing where we are now, within the hologram, the fractal of the whole combines as a single cell inside the bounds of the universe as part of the multiverse and back again. As part of the holism, the one, can you imagine even a single cell amongst the trillions in your body alone, becoming fearful of its survival amongst an organism that created its very being?

Time, evolution, embryo, these words have the same meaning within the entire circle of life, a simple, yet complex progression.
If I’m standing alone within the extent of this awareness, the negative becomes a part of the overall progression, a necessary sacrifice for survival of the whole. The cowards/negatives have always been the mirror, or opposing poles, the fuel for the nexus.

They have, we have, become part of the progression, the spiral of the infinity and without trying to sound too insane here, doesn’t this fit the sequence of the Fibonacci and the golden mean? Just as the sunflower’s design helps it draw more solar power, it would seem to be both conscious and unconscious at the same time. The mitosis (cell division) of cancer cells follows this sequence, this law, a contribution to the survival of the whole.

So, retracing my steps, walking back from the ‘closeup’ of the whole/fractal/hologram, I can see that our ‘experience’ here is none other than just that. Isn’t all of nature just an impossible possibility? From the moment you are conceived, you are part of a magnificent organism, primal god components or god fractals.
You are part of the story, the ocean, egg, cell, and in and of this cosmos, an ancient juggernaut of biblical proportions.

Welcome to your vehicle, your body, your world. You.

Peace, G.

Odds Are?

Odds Are?

How would I know if I’ve lived a thousand lives? Does that question have some type of akashic merit, or is it a stillborn loop that simply dissipates into the aether?

Is that the feeling behind déjà vu, the ‘already seen’ phenomena? I don’t really know, I’m just asking more questions?

So, if one can pose the question, then the question must have merit, otherwise there would be no reason to have that ability. But more importantly, being able to ‘reason’ with that question is what makes it a vital question, because there are hundreds of thousands of people that do not have these questions…yet. 

Is that because they haven’t reached some kind of quantum metamorphosis and haven’t been ’sparked’ or jump started yet?

I don’t know, but then again, I don’t even know what kind of questions I’m asking, I’m just rummaging around within the attic of my mind. I’m going through undigested bits of thought and pieces of puzzles that have haunted me since I quit breast milk or formula, I’m not sure which I was weaned on and that could be a key.

I know what I can describe as an ‘empathic’ connection to other human beings, I’ve felt this since I was very young and pushed it away for a long string of years because I was fearful of it. Fearful, because I didn’t understand it, which seems to be the base emotion or foundation of that type of confusion. I looked at it as more of an affliction. But I see it in varying degrees as a ‘facet’ in the human existence. It’s an augmentation to what I lack in other areas of my existence and I call it that because I don’t see it solely as a ‘mind’ thing.

We occupy our bodies as ‘vehicles’ in our own personal stories/lives as they unfold 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for a lifetime. Because, how could that ‘story/life’ cease/rest at all, as long as the vehicle/body/heart keeps its pace/beat within this plane of existence and all others we explore while upon it? All those pieces tumble as interlocking facets of discovery by some, while forgotten by others, and still more of us expounding upon evolution itself. It can never stop, simply because of that evolving ‘promise’ from within. There is always progression upon the most efficient distribution of available resources. Evolution is just the ‘polishing’ of all the best inherited characteristics of ‘past’ existence/experience.

This forward movement has been somewhat stifled/controlled/harnessed to the ends that have benefited the designers of our alternative ‘reality’. The problem they’ve been facing all along is the methodical progression of that juggernaut called, natural law. The lid they’ve affixed upon the collective consciousness has been under constant assault by all those souls rolling forward within the akashic aether. Now, its design/polishing is manifesting just as in the gestation of a single human birth. The single cell, representative of the whole, the unstoppable embryo of the collective unfolds in the perfection that is nature. How could one ever hope to control that which is divinely uncontrollable?

So, whether I’ve lived a thousand, a million, or only the lifetime I’m within at this moment, I’m witness to the same answer. As we collectively change, the environment unfolds to accommodate that ‘field’ of the collective and vice versa. 

The ‘mirror’ is the cause and the effect of the whole, and cannot be stopped. Remember, the history we’re just emerging from has been written by the controllers, they write it as we go, as we live, according to an overall agenda/plan/guess/gamble. They must operate from a movie/fiction/script based upon a false itinerary they have constructed and control, not the one born from within us, the quantum heroics of the cosmos and life itself!

A single human cell has .7 volts, it is its own power plant. The human body is comprised of trillions of these tiny engines that communicate with each other. They follow your agenda, your story, your ambitions, their command is your wish and no one else’s. With that, comes responsibility, your ship/body, awaits your history to unfold before your eyes. Where you take it and how you react to it is your responsibility and only yours. Just as you cannot drive another’s car while operating your own, nor would it make much sense. 

It invades the free will, or natural law, of others living their own journeys/stories or experiences. That is the crisis now faced by the tiny group of puppeteers/manipulators of our collective perception of truth, actuality, and physical existence. 

But keeping this in mind, we acquiesce to the overall demands of an entire set of rules that are not our own, and we do it together while keeping one another in order, according to those rules. We use hate, race, borders, war, mis-education, man-made drugs, etc, etc.

Our entire lives are co-opted through education/programming, religion/programming, debt/programming, legal system/programming and kept there through the conduit of belief.

The roots of belief are so powerful that it’s difficult to remove the imprint of its fingers on our collective psyche, and I don’t really like to use that word, but everyone’s familiar with the ‘science of the mind’ and the drugs at the ready to ‘patch’ a rebellious ‘free thinker’. 

During the extraction from the ‘control system’ it’s entirely possible to use the mind as the ‘key’ to your release, as it should be. All you need to do is exercise your abundant imagination, build your future, minus all that you’d like to be ‘free’ from. That is creating from the inside out and communicating at the cellular level where all wish/commands should come from. In my world I make all the rules and that way it’s much easier for me to understand, I write all my own programming, why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t we? How did we ever get to a place where we allow others of our own, to become our self-proclaimed masters?

Obviously, drama and hysteria whirl around us on a daily basis. Tsunamis, earthquakes, terrorists, dirty bombs, world war three scenarios, blah, blah, blah. In your own lives, microcosms spin from the macrocosms of manufactured doom and disorder. What can, or do we need to do about it from our own vehicle/body? What should we do? 

Nothing. 

All that’s available to you is the creation of your OWN perfect world within your journey/life. If all the cells of the whole are happy, then how can you/we/us end up with anything other then a perfect world? Animals need nothing in their lives to live a happy, productive existence except a little food and water. They don’t get caught up in drama, real or imagined, they live within a plane of utter awareness/bliss.

With all we have at our disposal, a perfect existence is already here, there, in your head, just uncover it, open your gifts. 

No need to bet, this isn’t a gamble, odds are, it’s a sure thing.

Peace. Graham

The Hegelian Illusion

The Hegelian Illusion

Have you ever been involved in a ‘circular’ argument, one in which both sides seem to have valid stances and the chances of a reasonable outcome are as stable as sand?
It begins in childhood during our first disagreements with parents. We decide to stand our ground and rebel against strict ‘house rules’, but our parents stand firm and remind us that we’re living under the roof they own. A stand off emerges and simmers, always there in the background, appearing to both sides unsolvable, until it’s either discarded, or replaced by emerging, more complicated arguments.

We live within a homogenization of this right now and it’s all a creation, a purposeful maze comprised of dead-ends and supposed solutions leading us in circles.
It’s referred to as the ‘Hegelian Dialectic’. Albert Einstein said: “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.”
Media and government, their agencies, legal system, etc., are all a design of the controlling faction, or the ‘umbrella corporation’, comprised of the monetary system, or banking/currency, the life blood of economies around the world.

The Hegelian Dialectic was drawn up as an almost impenetrable form of web-like control through compartmentalization of any type of concept that might move in the direction of simple, pure freedom. It’s a hybrid form of the Roman’s ‘divide and conquer’ concept that worked so well for centuries and still does to this day. Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel was a German philosopher 1770 -1831. His purposeful formula of twisted logic is why cons are so successful. I’m not going into the biography of Hegel but it’s out there for anyone to uncover if they care to.

Today, the dialectic is found wherever/whenever anyone takes ‘sides’. We can see it in environmentalists instigating conflicts against private property owners, in democrats against republicans, in greens against libertarians, in communists against socialists, in neo-cons against traditional conservatives, in community activists against individuals, in pro-choice versus pro-life, in Christians against Muslims, in isolationists versus interventionists, in peace activists against war hawks. No matter what the issue, the invisible dialectic aims to control both the conflict and the resolution of differences, and leads everyone involved into a new cycle of conflicts.

And meanwhile, there is peace and velvet quiet, high up inside the penthouse where the controllers/manipulators calculate the distance of all the arguments and confrontations. Their system is similar to Russian dolls, a smaller likeness of the same within the larger and so on until we’ve uncovered the tiniest within the whole. They calculate losses, or what may appear as such, within wars and courtrooms all under their control. All the agencies of apparent assistance to the human conflict, the Salvation Army, the Red Cross, FEMA and many others, all part of their sticky web. Constant conflict is the goal, fear, and anything fear based is heaped upon us in a daily barrage to keep any type of unification of consciousness, splintered and helpless.

We know this, in our heart of hearts, we know this is a circular ‘twilight’ on the cusp of explosion into a new dawn. It no longer makes sense for young birds to remain in a cramped nest, they are goaded into a ‘fall’, or a ‘flight’ by their parents, each in their own evolution of life.
One hundred years within the macrocosm of earth’s existence cannot even be measured and yet, we seem constrained under a syrup of disbelief, caught up in the insignificance of ‘argument’ and distraction, while real freedom, in its most distilled brilliance is on the doorstep.

It’s there, waiting for us, as patient as any cornucopia, but it must be realized by a sufficient number of us to effect that landslide of truth. The stone that slew Goliath came from our collective minds the instant we saw through the weakness of ourselves. We are holding up our own progress, evolution is gently crowding us with ways of measuring the shallow moat of the dialectic. It’s struggling now, every day in front of us, more and more blinding, meaningless distraction, vomited through the television, pleading with us to walk away and really be kings on top of ‘our’ world.

Peace, Graham

Where Are You Living?

 They’re waking up and things in the world ARE the Truman show. It’s all there to walk away from when ever we want, the low level enforcers/cops are the ones most indoctrinated.

To me, it seems like an ember that ’s smoldering, and has been for a while, a certain degree of oxygen/awareness, of the next level, open flame, is where we need to be.
And by flame, I don’t mean open revolution, or civil disobedience. People need to understand that we do not want rights afforded us within their system. They own it, it’s their corporation and we consent to it through all their rules and regulations right from birth. Their game, their rules.

The open flame is the next level of awareness, the individual ‘being,’ leaving the game because it simply doesn’t fit within our giant realm of possibility anymore. To some, it may be likened to removing an appendage, too painful, those entrenched beliefs. Free will allows for them to stay within their bubble of comfort and not be bothered. I’ve even wondered about the naming of the realm we’re in right now. The ‘inter-net’, the ‘web’, they imagined it as just that, more control, the willing offering up of individual information. I also believe it failed because we talked to one another about vibrations of our souls, we remembered.

But, if we know how and why we’re mired within their system and we try and fight it by petitioning and calling our congressmen/senators/voting etc…then we are no more than kernels of corn popping off in the pot, and over the heat in which they control. Walk away from the franchise, quit the corporation, that’s what the ‘force’ of the evolution will do.

Peace, Graham

Who's Kidding Who?

I find it difficult to believe that these supposed hero/whistleblowers, Manning, Assange, and Snowden haven’t really uncovered and publicly divulged just a hand full of real, hard truths that might shake/awake many more people around the world.

I’ve not heard them mention chemtrails, or the fact that 9/11 was jointly assisted by Israel/Mossad and criminal factions within the US government. No one’s brought up the simple fact that the entire ‘legal’ system is based on fraud, based on Admiralty law, not natural law. That birth certificates enable them to claim all ‘citizen’, ‘persons’ as ‘legal’ property and it really is okay for cops to beat/taze/kill what is ‘legally’ their property. They haven’t mentioned anything about the ponzi/fractional/bank scheme called ‘debt’ that we live within and under.

The list can go on and on, but what’s really the point?

Wasn’t Julien Assange 2010 Time’s man of the year? Who owns that publication? He was also nominated along with Bradley/Chelsea Manning, and Ed Snowden for the Nobel Peace prize too. Wasn't Obama also crowned within that realm? How? What have they really done but serve as a major distraction for millions of misinformed ‘chattel’ to cheer behind, because the very media agencies the banks own say they should?

They’re nothing more than controlled circus feature/actors trotted around like any other ‘reality’ show. Things would happen a lot faster for people around the world if they started to separate themselves from an illusory system that persecutes/prosecutes them all by their own consent.

People are waking up to the much more important aspect of their own ‘real’ truths and freedoms. We really do know if we’re free or not and I’m positive I’m not going to wait for some ‘lawyers’ working for World Bank, or another one running around Indonesia with a secret black book. They, if anyone, should at least be the ones to shout one of the above truths while they’re supposedly out slaying Goliath.

Peace prize, LOL!!

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