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PORTAL TO THE PARTY AT THE END OF TIME
23 Decemebr 2011
World society has devolved into sociopathy. The platform of our reality
has shattered. You can no longer believe what you hear and see. Things
you counted on as being true no longer exist. A president who never
tells the truth can now take your life for any reason he chooses. A
choreographed reality of contrived events conceals massive systemic
crimes against those who are not on the inside of the deception.
Millions of people have been murdered in wars triggered by false flag
lies. Wars are deliberately caused by Jewish bankers controlling both
sides of every conflict. People are put in jail for trying to tell the
truth. The government censors radiation websites while people are forced
to eat radioactive food. Everyone's money has been stolen by Jewish
bankers. You can't trust your doctors; the medicines they use kill
people, deliberately. Worst of all, all our history is proving false.
Our religions are based on false information to control us. Our
newscasts are written by rich people covering up their own crimes. The
powers that be deliberately create weather disasters so the rich can
steal land from the poor. Parents who watch too much TV can no longer
trust their children. Many people who pretend to be on our side are not.
There is no one to turn to, except yourself.
It was a neighborhood like any other in a rundown American suburb.
Beneath a huge oak tree severely damaged by leaf blight and highway soot
stood an ordinary garage, paint peeling, cobwebs in the corners, old
doors just beginning to become unhinged, and roof shingles curling
skyward, like they were trying to get to heaven in the shadow of dead
smokestacks.
As usual, on a Saturday morning, unusually warm for December, Beanie and
Whiplash were down at the shadowmasters' garage, tinkering with this
secret gadget they'd acquired — presumably by mail, possibly over the
Internet — some months earlier. Ronnie and the Daytonas were playing
some surfer song on the table radio as the boys sipped coffee, these
white haired children having both arrived on motorcycles, despite their
sedentary suburban status.
"Like you were saying, Whiplash my boy, in the human mind, your wallet
has become more important than your life. The world says what's in your
wallet is who you are. What I'm saying, what Skylax has been saying, is
that that is definitely not who you are, and the result of trying to be
that causes everything bad. People who view money as the measure of all
achievement — that attitude is the very badge of their slavery and the
greatest danger to everyone's survival."
"I know what you mean, Beanie. When money is all that matters, all the
music seems to become meaningless, just one more extravagantly empty
idiocy after another. You know what I realized the other day: in fifty
years of listening to pop music I never heard one genuinely conscious
song on the radio, only what was dictated by the powers that be. I think
the last one I heard was Barry McGuire's "Eve of Destruction" in 1963.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntLsElbW9Xo
Nothing since. Nothing
but pablum. It's really sickening how all those people put on all those
emotions for disingenuous hipsters directed by the Jewish music titans.
They are revered as pop heroes, but they really are just like
politicians — flakmen for the mob. We goyim really are so stupid."
"I can top that one, Whiplash. You know what I figured out? The Roman
church suppressed all that ancient knowledge and hid it in the Vatican
Library to cover up the fact that pre-flood society was ruled by blacks,
called Naygahs, who built Stonehenge, according to Higgins, and were the
forebears of the Buddha himself, according to the tenets of Northern
Mahayana Buddhism."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3z71nizbGiY
"We don't know anything, do we, Beanie?"
"Well, as you know, it's all about taking control of ourselves and
divesting ourselves of the control by others. Which is exactly why we're
here. How's your 'project' coming, Whiplash?"
"I can't completely grok how the metaphrand replaces the soul."
Beanie smiled, and threw a couple of key lime crepes into the toaster oven.
"It's the same thing — except you choose what it does, you choose the
directions it obeys, rather than be programmed by insane pederasts
writing 3000 years ago who misrepresented their Phoenician masters as
divine beings when in reality they were just people who knew how to
write and had iron weapons and explosive devices, things the natives
knew nothing about. Did you realize the story of Prometheus was really
about guns and explosives?"
"Besides, the metaphrand is a lot like the Tibetan Book of the Dead, an
intriguing path to be followed when you die, but more importantly a
series of lessons for the living, in fact, a practical operating system
for living, and how to create a more organized, realistic and
comfortable life."
"Did Skylax show you his metaphrand?"
"Of course."
"Well . . . ?"
"Yes, it looks rather like a very large Lamborghini with fleece seats
and fuzzy pillows. Of course it can be any color, but he keeps it red in
his garage, so he can find it, he says. Very spacious cockpit. 360
degree windshield. A viginitillabyte of storage. It's shaped like a
milkweed pod, about 35 feet long. It is essentially a malleable bubble
with impermeable walls and a chameleonic surface. Storage is no problem
because it miniaturizes down to a nanoparticle but still retains all its
properties and abilities.
"The metaphrand is essentially the aura of your life. It's also the
wallpaper of your brain that you see when you go to sleep. It has the
attributes of both a ' shekinah ' (the divine presence of God) and a
' merkabah ' (the chariot of God drawn by angels), from which it derives
its incredible power. Stereo system is out of this world, and connects
to biological networks with actual translations of the whale songs.
"It is powered by the triangulated synthesis of the male, female and
universal vibe principles, the combination of which produces unlimited
power. This is the real holy ghost, with a lot more than four on the
floor and priests trying to grope you. Oh yes, and it has a bank of 236
computer screens, too, one for each dimension; kinda looks like a TV
studio. The real holy ghost — as if you didn't know already — is knowledge.
"He says he doesn't know how large the metaphrand could actually get —
he insists everything already has a metaphrand, including the planet and
the solar system — but shrinking and enlarging could be a very important
attribute when the gamma ray burst hits us.
http://www.viewzone.com/expando2.html
It's hard to conceptualize trying to dodge a neutrino.
"You need to remember that this was HIS metaphrand, Whiplash. I designed
mine much differently. Everybody designs their own metaphrand to their
own specifications with no input from anyone. You make it exactly how
you want it to be, and how it will benefit you most effectively and
realistically."
"And he said he didn't install a bed in his metaphrand because you don't
sleep after you're dead."
"Ha. That's a good one, Beanie. But did he tell you WHAT it is?"
"Yes, it's the construction of an analog mind space that takes the place
of the soul, which has been poisoned by centuries of demonstrably insane
dogma. Skylax has been talking about this for years. You clean out all
the human-generated God poisons from your soul, do the basic Starship
Detox protocols. Don't worry, going into the universal vibe, your ship
has to be clean or you can't get in. As a result, you do things because
YOU KNOW they're right, not because somebody else told you they were right."
"But what about the eternal life thing, Beanie?
"Well, Skylax says all the power you could ever imagine comes through
the interface with the universal vibe, which is far beyond all religions
of the Earth and animates all living things. You see it most clearly
when you lapse into gratitude mode; then synchronicity starts to show
and everybody winds up smiling and giving thanks. This particularly
comes into play with the tripartite human. When the physical body dies,
your astral and etheric bodies actually remain alive — as light
particles beyond the human ability to perceive — they stay gathered and
coherent for thirty to forty five minutes after you flatline."
"During that period, if you have prepared yourself prior to departure to
merge the light particles of your astral and etheric bodies with the
life-giving light of the Sun — to which you have always been connected
and animated by — then you can find your way to any number of additional
but always non-eternal lives, as your liberated astral and etheric light
particles cohere with another living being, or animate something
nonliving into life, or perhaps even manifest a physical body out of its
own desire. Primarily, this disconnection from the physical body reveals
all sorts of previously unimagined dimensions and planes of existence."
"Does that mean if you die at night, you're screwed, Beanie?"
"Ha, I don't know that part, Whiplash, but I wouldn't think so. All this
takes place inside your brain, anyway. I don't think Skylax knew the
answer to that one."
"But most people — alchemists and such — who try this and gain eternal
life wind up regretting it, and feeling like a glass of milk left
unrefrigerated for several weeks. Then, having attained eternal life,
they have to commit the greatest crime of all, which is committing
suicide when you have eternal life.
Living on sunlight links:
http://www.examiner.com/environmental-news-in-new-york/doctors-confirm-indian-man-lives-on-sunlight-and-water
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1L6V9rjLRLA
http://www.eatthesunmovie.com/synopsis.html
"If there's one thing Skylax has tried to make clear, it's this, Whiplash."
"It is the greatest mistake humans have ever made — striving for eternal
life, because it is the one thing that is not possible anywhere in the
universe. That it became the top goal of every human being is
understandable, because there is nothing more beautiful than life,
nothing more desirable. They say in the bardo (that period in Buddhist
theology between lifetimes) that the longing for one's lost life becomes
so strong, so incredibly overwhelming, that we have no choice BUT to
reincarnate, because the memory of life — especially once you've lost it
— becomes so magnetically sweet."
"The greatest question, Whiplash . . . the greatest question that
humanity has never asked is — now that we know we can't live forever in
our physical bodies, what is the next best thing we thing we can do?
What is the point of our being here? To pile up as many toys as possible
to anesthetize yourself from your inevitable fate? To exploit and
enslave as many others as possible and then glory in their inferiority?
And, of course, everything you see happening in the world today is a
result of not asking that question. Those with the strongest belief in
eternal life wind up being the greatest killers. It is much more
important to know WHY we die than anything else."
"Yes, I remember that one, Beanie. Without death, the possibility of
love does not exist."
"That's right. And love is the only valid export of Planet Earth.
Otherwise, given our situation of life as a temporary lease in
corporeality, we have no other valid excuse for being here."
"It's the only thing that explains how an utterly abused and abandoned
child can, through understanding love, become loving and compassionate.
Happens every day but it's never in the newspapers. All it takes is a
few real friends. Newspapers only run stories to worry you so you'll buy
more things."
"The only reason we try to defeat others in all these games and all
these wars is because we are constantly trying to defeat our own death,
which can't be done."
"What about weapons, Beanie? Does the metaphrand have any weapons?
"I asked Skylax about that, Whiplash. He said he hadn't really thought
about them, but he noted that weapons always eventually kill the wielder
of them, and usually also kill the thing that they love most; that
nothing was ever solved by weapons; and that the triumphs we seek as
individuals and teams of whatever type usually miss the real point of
life completely. What was it Ernest Becker said about scapegoating?
Killing others seems to lessen our own fear of death. It is the ultimate
psychopathology."
Whiplash interrupted. "As the Jews so well know, the best weapon is
evasion, but that only works to a certain point. Beyond that point you
have to stand and fight as best you can, and that time is now. Have no
fear, gentle goyim, that you will prevail in a fair fight against the
Jews, because the Jews are cowards, and always get other dupes to do
their killing. But your skill will be tested because the Jews do not
fight fairly, plus they've given you 99 percent of the data you've
accumulated in your lifetime. That's why what you put in your metaphrand
becomes so important; in fact, vital (which means your life depends on it)."
Beanie continued. "Although all this seems imaginary, conceptual type
stuff to most people, there is a way to perceive it through Carlos
Castaneda's concept of the assemblage point.
http://www.nakedspirit.co.uk/ns12.html
The metaphrand and the assemblage point are essentially the same thing.
http://www.whale.to/b/ap.html
http://www.whalemedical.com/ap1.html
It's key to the operation of the metaphrand to know how to adjust your
assemblage point."
"The concept of the metaphrand derives from the late great Princeton
psychohistorian Julian Jaynes, who defined it as a metaphorical vessel
into which we put our thoughts, "the thing to be described." Twenty
three years ago, in 1988, when Skylax wrote about it in his "Starship
Footnotes", he called it "the ship that saved the world from itself."
"Much more recently than that he wrote in "The Path" that your path,
everyone's path, is your own life tracked backwards from the point when
you first realize you can do it. This process refines the items you
store in your metaphrand, only the best stuff. Rule 1: no God poisons.
No camouflaged subjective propaganda by religious zealots trying to
control you and who only use it as a hammer to exterminate competing
interpretations of the laws of the universe.
"This decision makes your receptivity to the divine principles and laws
of the universe much clearer. Organized religions actually prevent you
from feeling the divine; they are a filter between you and the Big
Kahuna that accounts for most of the devious evil in the world, as
Thomas Jefferson so rightly pointed out.
———
Worship the universe. It is us. Worship the universe and venerate
everything in it that lives.
Remember that all the people who aren't building their own metaphrands
for the purpose of overthrowing all the tyrannical governments in the
world at once are quietly waiting to be exterminated by their own
government at any time.
This is all about troubleshooting the mechanics of your own process of
abstract thinking, and creating a repository in your own mind that is
hermetically sealed off from the rest of your conscious thought
processes, a safety deposit box in which you put your most valuable
mental possessions, and protect them — seal them off — from all the
misguided poisons, principally in the form of bogus information, that
you have ingested throughout your life. A place that can withstand
torture. You could call it your 'bug out' bag for check out time.
We can't fix anything by organizing into groups and opposing the powers
that be. Jewish infiltration of everything has become far too
sophisticated to accomplish anything on that level. Like J. B. Campbell
says, the only thing you get out of Christianity is to be deceived and
abused throughout your life, and then get crucified unjustifiably. And
humanity has been taught to believe this is a good thing.
No, this process has to occur inside everyone's brain, everyone's
heart, to do the right thing reflexively, without a second thought, like
the Egyptians did it before they were sodomized by the Hebrews. As long
as our lives are based on this concept of our own eternal salvation —
which effectively atomizes society, increases alienation (for more
consistent human spending habits), and makes us forsake our own families
— we are doomed to endless wars and fatal diseases, because we have not
even asked the first right question — why are we really here? What are
we really supposed to do?
We're all going to the party at the end of time. Regardless how you
live, you get to spend eternity with everyone you ever knew while
living. That's the real heaven and hell. If you can't get along with
your family, if you can't get along with the ones you love, who the hell
ARE you going to get along with?
The important thing is not living a perfect life; nobody does that: if
they say they do, they're hypocrites. The important thing is learning
from your mistakes and not repeating them more than ten times.
All Jewish information is tainted, because they're out to kill off the
rest of the world; keep it out of your starship, or you definitely won't
make it to where you're trying to go. (Eustace Mullins, paraphrased)
We can have any reality we want, but we can't accept theirs. If we do,
we're doomed, and our families and all our children are doomed, too.
I bet you didn't know it, but there's a shadowmasters' garage in your
neighborhood, too, and chances are excellent if you've read this far
that it's yours
Trust yourself to dream — and act. We all love you and miss you, and
are thrilled to know you're gonna make it. See you at the party.
John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida,
constantly trying to figure out why we are destroying ourselves, and
pinpointing a corrupt belief system as the engine of our demise.
Solely dependent on contributions from readers, please support his work by mail:
250 N. McCall Rd. #2,
Englewood
FL 34223
USA
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