Psychonauts are its Snackfood

 

I just found these great photoshop nightmares by Tom Ardans. Check out the rest of them here

If you've ever done a lot of Salvia Divinorum while in a deep meditative trance,... on the WRONG day.. the maybe you draw this being into your orbit, or get drawn into his/hers. 

Can it be Lovecraft was just naturally laden with DMT in his brain and/or had bad bouts of schizophrenia but was cool enough to find an outlet in his fiction? And what of this genius Ardans?? I don't know, but I'm an instant fan, and just glad I'm not alone out there in the cosmic void, wherein each new inhale of the purple mist might bring you an angel advisor answering your questions with patient benevolence or one of these giant Medusa slowly revolving like a giant planet below and you pinned helplessly waiting for its squid like maw to revolve below you and inhale you like so much popcorn at the movies.

2012 is a memory: No Apocalypse, No Aloha

So 12.21.12 came and went. There were no aliens, no volcano erupted, no meteor crashed, no new anything happened and yes haltingly I stumbled like an off-guard Republican at a press conference. I should have cried, or conveyed my sadness, which was even then too deep perhaps to voice. Ah, I said, but the change is within. The change is within us all. The 2012 event horizon is where the personal and the universal meet. Yeah, right.

This is, unfortunately what even Ancient Aliens doesn't understand. There was an AA marathon last night and they were talking of Nazi archaeologists using Buddhism's secrets of astral voyaging --going outside the confines of space and time-- as the foundation of some time machine they had created underground in Hungary somewhere to travel back and forth through time.

Why would space travel, which is (allegedly) how 90% of alien travel is done to begin with (just as 90% of our communication now is via cell phones and Skype and email), have anything to do with actually lugging some physical body around outside of space and time? The ONLY way to do that is by going through black holes (allegedly), so if your nowhere near one, you're never going back to anywhere, anymore than you can use a chute in Chutes and Ladders if you're not on that square. So it's only when earth is way way close to a black hole in the distant future will we be able to travel back to here, which is how I know, and I've said too much.

If we will ever master time travel, we've already mastered time travel.

As I wrote last month on Acidemic, the horror of facing an immanent personal apocalypse is what makes Xmas movies so cathartic -- i..e. Scrooge crying on his own gravestone while the ghost of Xmas future wags its skeleton finger, or Clarence showing the distraught Jimmy Stewart the dreariness his absence would portend in It's a Wonderful Life. So how could the impending doom of some long-ago predicted doomsday be anything but a guarantor of holiday cheer?

We should of course feel grateful nothing did happen, and find comfort in little everyday miracles. For my family on a dreary Xmas Friday it was finding the face of an alien (left) hidden in a bag of red potatoes! Or in the various jokes and wisecracks, at my expense, as usual. Or the sudden terror I felt when alone here in Arizona in Fred's house and the darkness of the desert night so sudden and ominous the way the pink ridge of evening just plunges straight to midnight made me think the aliens had come for me and had their ghostly trans-dimensional hands around my heart.

Maybe the surest sign of alien intervention is the relentless sameness of our world, where a minor disaster here and there effects only one side of one country, one power grid here or tornado path there, never enough to bring our status quo to a halt, never enough to wipe away our credit card debt in a huge burst of magnetic energy, or enough to wipe out all life through a super volcano eruption or massive meteor strike.

Someone is surely looking our for their investment.

Eckhart Tolle writes about working with inmates on death row and getting them to let go and embrace the light of pure consciousness through meditation. The change is so incredible that oftentimes the result is some sort of governmental pardon, but then -- since the void is no longer so close, the inmate goes back to coveting, scamming, lying and bargaining. Now, in 2013, they'll never want to market all the 2012 doomsday warning documentaries or rerun them on the History Channel. But we'll know this is all a dream, a colored cartoon carnival, an exact duplicate, a remnant, a thought, a sound wave beamed from the inter-galaxial fractal connection, and we are now living on repeat, a holographic image projected over a wasteland world.

Knowing all this won't help, but it won't hurt, and if life is going on just as before and it's annoying the hell out of us, maybe that's on us this time. We just can't wait anymore for some giant heavenly hand to pluck us off into some new dimension, we have to carve it out ourselves. It sucks, but it's true. As the technician said in Close Encounters of the The Third Kind, "it's the first day of school, fellas." -- and I don't wanna go, mom. I'm sick. I've been putting off the dentist, and the doctor, and career-planning, quitting smoking, and drinking Diet coke, all on the off-chance the world ends anyway. Now I have to face the music...

 (originally posted in a slightly different form on Acidemic - on 12/22/12)
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Other high and lowlights of the Year on Divinorum:

The Truth is a Hoax, Now that is a Lie  My analysis of various alien crash test dummies (Feb. 2)

"if you believe, as I do, in the validity of the phenomena (there's just too much convincing evidence to deny) yet are suspicious of the autopsy footage, it's like poetic justice, like where a guy gets convicted for a murder he didn't do but we cheer anyway because he did murder someone else and got away with it. The hoaxers are like the corrupt cops who fake evidence to get a conviction even though they know the guy is guilty anyway...."

Lord Ashtar

 Anthropological Amnesia - Humans Ain't Human

"Everything is fractals of everything else. Compare the alien's treatment of humanity as a whole and the First World's treatment of, say, indigenous populations in jungles and deserts. Part of us want to protect a more primitive way of life, another wants to get rich off exploiting our superiority, and that's how we're viewed by the Galactic Federation led by Lord Ashtar, a kind of extraterrestrial UN. The GF has a hands-off approach: they'll come if asked, but they don't want to mess up our development and turn us into just another cargo cult. Coming in now would be like the adults doing their kids' math homework. So they cordon off our earth, make it a no-fly zone. They only let spaceships come in if they're scientific research expeditions with grants, the way African game wardens might admit zoologists who want to tranq and tag some lions to monitor their populations for some project. Part of the deal is that the zoologists have to obey certain protocol or the wardens ban them from returning. But let's say these zoologists are just a ploy, like in any Tarzan film, there's always the shady greedy hunter who tags along with the goodly white anthropologists; the greedy hunter evades the game warden, i.e. Tarzan, i.e. Lord Ashtar, by hanging out under the cover of the good safari."

The Tibetan-Nordic-Fashion-Huldra-LSD Aliens Connection 
(Uma Thurman is from Venus - Part 2)   (April 6)
My ultra-pronoid connecting of the dots between the Tibetan Book of the Dead, Uma Thurman, Timothy Leary, the Vrill society, ancient Egypt, Buddhism, Nordic aliens, the world of fashion, and psychedelics.

Prometheus and the Moon Maiden (May 17)

"During a top secret Apollo 20 mission, astronauts from both the US and USSR investigated what looked from space like an ancient, huge space craft spotted on the moon. It was/is covered with bizarre markings and has been on the moon for what could well be millions of years. Inside they found a woman of vaguely Eskimo (Mayan?)  mummy descent, her eyes, mouth and ears connected to the still active space craft, both in a state of advanced hibernation. Like the space jockey in ALIEN she was attached to the ship for both life support and some kind of advanced virtual reality reality interconnected piloting."

Zealots of Doubt: Or Why Skeptics are the New Cranks  (June 19)

"The left brain and right brain are in an ideological war. The thing is, the right brain people acknowledge the importance of the left, while the left-brained often dismiss the right as a lot of unreliable balderdash. That's why they fail to see the big picture or if they do, it's as a soulless void."

 Guide to the Ghost Documentaries of Cable
The top 17 ghost shows, regularly on Travel, Syfy, Bio, A&E, and Discovery are analyzed and reviewed.

The rest are recent enough you can slog them down through the ancient scrolls if you wish, so in the meantime, happy 2013. May you find something new to look forward to, now that there's no doomsday in sight.

From Acidemic:
Unconscious Contact: COMMUNION (2.21)
Where is the line between hallucination / cover memory and the 'real'? How much of the Whitley Streiber story is "true" in a concrete sense vs. the bleeding of dream reality into the real via, say, a hyperactive pineal gland? Again that's like asking what's more real, the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean? You've never been to either, so what the hell do you know about it? We confuse our TV nature shows with direct experience so why not the reverse? Perhaps our dream lives are the real reality, the only one any self-respecting alien wants to log into. Do sharks dream of being on dry land? Might not aliens look at our waking life like we look at the shark's ocean floor? A nice place to scuba dive, but if we want to do some serious marine biology investigation we have to hoist them onto the boat, as briefly as possible, then tag their dorsal fin and put them back in the water.... which as far as the shark is concerned is like being pulled by aliens into a dream, but that doesn't make us aliens... or does it? (more)

The Space Pilot-Ganesha-Scarab-Space Orb-Event Horizon genius of Wilby

I just found this genius guy while searching for collage images and watching Ancient Aliens. Wilby is his name, from Hawaii. It's pretty badass - like Alex Grey Rorschach meets Robert Williams meltdown. Check out his site of Visionary Art here .

The above image is called "Pour L'Amour" and below is "Desire" and "Emergence" is below that. You have to go to his site though and see them all. They make great desktop wallpaper. He's a little more low profile than Grey. Now I love Grey but in some ways I like this guy even better, more abstract, more ambivalent and ambiguous in intention. The two below especially are striking in the way they approach figurativeness -- i.e. implying a center shamanic figure conjuring an EMF loop of psionic energy around him. I aspire to be as open heart-chakra as Grey but I'm just meant to be a little colder and more hardcore, more shamanic which means always a little plunged willingly in near-death darkness rather than light-dwelling illumination. For in pure light or pure dark there can be no hallucinatory shadow patterns, and mama, that's where the fun is... anyway, check him out. Check them all out. 

The Nephilim Vs. the Koch Brothers

Here's an inspiring video from the Ted Talks series, on the giant skeletons anthropologists have found in New England dating back thousands of years, information that has been gathered and kept from the public by the Smithsonian, which in turn is heavily funded by the Koch Brothers to do their bidding and downplay global warming, among other catastrophes they helped create.





  "....an overwhelming amount of historical evidence to the existence of giants building and living over the North American continent has been getting a lot of attention over this past week. Jim Vieira’s presentation shows and explains what the government has done to shield our eyelids from the truth of our ancient past." 

 (from Wolves in Sheep Clothing)

Terence McKenna - The Weirdness of Information.

"You have to assume that the technology will be beyond your wildest imaginings. The idea that someone is going to come in ships, speaking languages, and with an interest in our gross industrial output or trading with us, this is what I call 'failure of scale' - this is for people who don't understand how weird reality actually is. This is for people who've been watching too much daytime TV. "

On electronic media: "The farther you are away from something the more real it looks.  The closer you get to it the less substantial it becomes..."

He kind of lays into crazy people who see triangles in the sky. Was this before the Phoenix lights?? He seems adamant about the aliens being beyond 3-D space-time, but I would say there's a mess of aliens up in the sky and sometimes their cloaking devices malfunction and whaddaya gonna do. And witnesses have a right to disguise their voices because they're right -- the CIA will come after them if they've seen too much.

The cool painting atop is attached to a cool lecture Terence did on Eros and Eschaton, here --

Whitley: 'I Hope to God it's a Fake'

I've often wondered about what abductees think of the fakes out there. And if we can really tell the difference, since if the government agencies keeping this all a secret were good at their 'disinformation' and they are, they would naturally be leaking the truth out to us right along, only in mutated form that makes the whole thing hard to believe. Just leave a dummy alien and an empty fill box at a crash site and all concerned will think it was just some consarned kid making a movie, for example.

Victor's footage - "If it's a fake it's made by someone who knows just how they move. I hope to God it's a fake, because if it's not humanity should be ashamed." - Whitley Streiber

 

This is a long but interesting video examining the truth or fiction around the Victor footage (Creature maker Rick Baker says it looks fake too him, maybe too fake.) With narration by Ronald Reagan!

Here's Victor later, dying, still talking with his muted voice, mentioning among other things that Cheney knows everything and Rumsfeld is a clown (they wont let me embed, go here)

Don't Eat my Pineal Gland!

I recently picked up the magical pineal gland activator kit from Jonathan Goldman. I'm glad I did. Use it along with the pineal gland activator cream (from Daily Om) and listen to Goldman's "Cosmic Om" on full blast and you're really resonating! Another way is to guzzle a lot of Robitussin.

But Robitussin really only works well if you have a fever, and then you want to keep that ball in the air and the fever is gone. How you gonna do that? You can feel Maya's nets closing down on you, lowering you back into the egoic third density slime of time-space and me-first consciousness! Well, that's where Goldman's tuning fork, the music, and the cream and the long periods of meditation come in. Take the time! It sure is worth it. And by all means, research the miracles of the pineal gland. It's your ticket out of here. Don't believe me? Look back through history and you'll see, with your third eye!

There's a veritable treasure trove of trenchant pineal pics over on this Secret Knowledge of the Ancients page (part of logoschristian.org). Though it's funny because after all of this awesome pagan stuff, a pastor shows up and says "no thanks, I'm already bound for heaven via my faith!' Well, I salute this pastor's confidence but sometimes it's good to know about all the exits, rather than just the one you've been promised. Beware a spiritual tradition that says all the other traditions are whack. It seems shady, and I doubt Jesus would have run around telling Buddhist they were going to hell if they didn't convert. In the East for example they respect all the other traditions-- "many paths with the same destination." At any rate, logoschristian points out the patterns well. This one fairly dropped my ball:

"Here is a picture comparing the Eye of Horus, an Egyptian god, with the pineal gland in the human brain. Can you see it?"

Now there's a theory going around that the whole mummification ritual thing was to leave the pineal gland "on" and transmitting, perhaps via one of their strange casqued batteries? In their way, the ancient Egyptians were light years ahead of us. Of course they had "help."

As I wrote over on Divinorum's sister site, Pswar of the Saints: 

And as I've written elsewhere, mummies as receivers for space broadcasts is no fiction, unless the Inca mummy on the moon is some foolish hoax! 

Not called the MUMmers for nothin' 

The pope hat, the conehead of Ackroyd and Newman, the Pine cone, the Pineal Gland, the Saint that come marchin' in Mummer's Day parades and Mardis Gras Gris Gris - it's all the same resonance, as seen in the mummy space stations of the moon and Egypt. Notice the recurring ideas - energy transmuted- beamed - across vast distances of time and space - instantly through the crystaline structures of the pineal gland - the transmigration of soul energy - peace that sutures together the stray strands life and death, time and space, and body and soul. Vibrate along, without judgment if you dare! Snicker if you choose at the pineal's resemblance to the circumcised mushroom cap head, but then wonder which came first, the pruning of the phallus to resemble the pineal / mushroom, or --- no, that one came second. the pruning came second, there's no wondering. I was just beamed the answer.

Hahha --- mirth activates healing and serenity! Never let your insecure ego confuse spirituality with piety; never confuse serenity with sanctimony; never confuse dour righteousness with right-thinking. Truly it is written (in the script for HEAD), "Never loan money to a man with a sense of humor.