Regulus Arena, LC (F-49) – The 2015 Lion’s Gate Summer Music Festival at The Regulus Arena was considered a transformational happening by all those in attendance. Besides featuring the much sought after reunion of the legendary New Jersey jam-band Mindface, this year’s collection of artists spanned the Nine Realms in an eclectic gathering of funk, love and surprising explosions of imagination.
There was no bitter chill in the air for the entire five days of the festival, despite the intense chemtrailing over Earthen skies and the seasonal onset of Autumn. The atmosphere was that of a perfected Summer; the well sung aria in a verdant encore of a fabulous season of wonderful stirrings. In other words, it was the kind of weather that made women wear sexy clothes and men dance like goofballs in a spirit of utter abandon. There is great wisdom in the teaching that perfection is a process. But it would also be wrong to say that perfection is a place that simply cannot be achieved. For the 2,700 sparking Souls in attendance, perfection became a state of Being.
Generating the most wyrdly-sounding buzz at this year’s festival was the 33 minute set of the Faery Ambassador, Arthur Danu. Following up the studio album performance of I AM the Good Time You Are Looking For was this arena-rocking run through some of Earth’s most popular hits.
In Sidhe We Trust, Arthur joyfully and simply demonstrated his unmasked love for The Sidhe, the Faery Folk who helped to guide the mortal Patrick Michael Mooney to a magical reunion with his Inner Divine Self, a round table of truly powerful Beings who are implementing a plan of restoring an understanding of natural magic to the people of Earth in the early 21st century.
Arthur opened the August 11th set with a rousing rendition of Billy Joel’s You May Be Right, indicating his spiritual preference for the Irrational Invisible than for the psychotic reasonof Science that builds nuclear weapons and assaults the human form with a barrage of deadly attacks from cradle to the grave.
With everyone awake and roaring, The Ambassador from The Sidhe drove the truth home with a re-worked version of Bruce Hornsby’s revolutionary The Way It Is, that took everybody by surprise! Arthur has become a virtuoso of turning the tragedy of 9/11/01 into a heart-stirring example of healing love and forgiveness. This performance was perhaps his best demonstration of that during this unfolding Decade of Love (2012-2022).
Perhaps teasing the Yewish Druids fearing the abortion of their New World Order, Danu channeled the shamanic power of Kenny Roger’s drummer to shake loose the ideas we have about money and wealth with a solid cover of The Gambler. “I’ll bet on the Invisible in any life, anytime,” Arthur said after the show.
Hearts were opened en masse when Arthur lifted the Spirits of everyone by singing Lionel Ritchie’s Hello, a song that captures the essence of passion needed to perform true and lasting magic.
With everyone bursting with good vibes by this point, Danu dedicated U2’s classic ballad, One, to Andy and Isa of the Glen Na Sidhe, somewhere in the heart of Ireland. It was there in 2013 that Arthur Danu solidified his relationship to Patrick Michael Mooney, who had then been recently resurrected and married to Lady Zara Heimdal, Queen of The Sidhe and Empress of The Healing Heart.
Like a good smoke after a sexy release (or before, if you are Arthur Danu!), everyone was treated to the soothing sounds of Spandau Ballet’s True. By this time in the show, everyone was definitely feeling groovy. More than a few panties hit the stage by Danu’s feet. “Love is in the air,” Arthur joked.
Channeling all that sexy energy into the culmination of his magic spell, Arthur led everyone into a dreamtime dance with Depeche Mode’s Enjoy The Silence, reminding everyone that access to the divine life begins and ends inside of each one of us.Dancing together, as one, sharing in Arthur Danu’s contagious joy, we danced until he exploded off the stage like a divine orgasm. We imagine his friend Thor, smiling and laughing with him backstage at the outrageous nature of his Faun-like performance.
Released data from the Fan’s Instant Polling™ feature showed Danu’s set received a score of 93%, earning him The Heart of Regulus award for the best live performance throughout the festival. He held onto the award through the next day, barely, as Vala Maldoran closed the festival down with a 92% score for her 69 minute show deliciously titled, Cockfruit.
At the Festival’s conclusion, Arthur Danu was called out onto the stage again, where he was presented with a monetary award totaling 9,110,000 Danu Dollars, more than enough funding to keep his Decade of Love in production and to manifest his dream for establishing four schools of shamanic imagination building with his beloved wife. The amount of the award was to honor the special achievement of being the first work of human imagination to creatively solve the divine puzzle of 9/11 with love instead of fear or violence.
Asked what was next for The Faery Ambassador after having broken through to this new state of Joy within himself, Arthur tried to keep things humble. “Probably a good taco salad, and a nice blowjob, not necessarily in that order.”
Faber, VA – The potential for a second Cold War , or even World War III, with Russia took a significant turn towards a peaceful future yesterday with the announcement by Rainbow Bridge Studios that IMAGINARIUM was now available for sale in the Russian language.
IMAGINARIUM is an audio product featuring the use of Binaural Beat Technique™, an audio engineering process that has the potential to incite your brain into new levels of perceptual awareness, as well as ignite a truly formidable imagination.
IMAGINARIUM was created by Patrick Michael Mooney, a graduate of the world famous Monroe Institute, where he studied consciousness and the power of sound for many years before beginning his latest endeavors with Rainbow Bridge Studios.
The Russian version of IMAGINARIUM is voiced by Oksana Zielinski, a Ukrainian-born Russian citizen who has been living legally in the United States for over two decades. She is also married to Patrick. The two met for the first time, in this life, in Central Virginia over four years ago, and were married in Ireland while vision-questing in 2013.
Zielinski is a shaman by trade. She has dedicated years of her life to studying the wisdom traditions of many peoples, which has helped to facilitate the flowering of her own unique brand of transformational magic. Mooney, now an artist by trade, also considers himself a white wizard and Bard, which he regards as his spiritual duties.
Both Oksana and Patrick are children of the first Cold War, and were coming of age during its dangerous escalations of the 1980’s. “We were raised to be fearful of each other; to see the other as enemies. But our adult lives have shown us that both our governments have been telling lies. People are basically good and have the same important human needs everywhere you go on this planet. When we stopped listening to the liars, our lives improved dramatically in many areas. That we are having one of the most passionate and creative love affairs two human beings can experience is one of the sweetest joys of our lives. This is a story of good news from the Earth that celebrates the best in humanity…our ability to love! Peace and prosperity are available to those who can imagine it.”
That good news comes, in part, from the Faeries, a popular lore in all human cultures that represent the Intelligence of Nature not under the direct control of the human intellect. “Nature is US and WE are Nature. There is a power and great treasure in understanding this Truth. It is presently instructing a new kind of imagination that will re-engineer this world. Each of us will have our say in what kind of world this will be.”
The release of IMAGINARIUM in Russian is a lifetime achievement for Mooney. “I was so tortured by nightmares of nuclear war when I was young. I made it my life’s VOW to do something positive for the cause of Peace in this world. Having found Peace through the Wisdom of the Divine and Her Teachings through Magic, I have created a beautiful Gift of the Heart, nurtured by the Love of my other-worldly wife! To say one is powerless to do anything about the evil circumstances of this world is to be saying something that is simply not true!”
For more positive information and stories about the Future, stay tuned to Rainbow Bridge Studios.
Arthur Danu, Ambassador from The Sidhe to All Humanity, returns to the stage with his first musical release since last year’s entertaining performances of Billy Joel’s The Stranger and the monumentally prophetic Arthur Danu’s Darkside of The Moon.
The first release of 2015 is called I AM the Good Time You’re Lookin’ For, and features Arthur’s melodic voice paying tribute to great music acts like Dire Straits, Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, The Doors, Paddy Reilly, Live and Elton John.
Beyond just wanting to give people a good time, Ambassador Danu is using the release to officially announce his role as Bard of The Realms, a sacred ministry of joy meant to impart loving magic into the world. “The Sidhe have authorized me to advertise my talents to those in this world seeking to infuse their lives with the presence of Joy. If you are planning a festive gathering, important social occasion, or a solemn spiritual service, I would be delighted to work out a compensation arrangement that is fair and rewarding. Music is more than sound to me, it is medicine, and I have been charged to love the world with it. It is a task, a destiny, and a duty which I intend to joyfully accomplish.”
For more information, please feel free to contact Arthur at
Allow me to introduce myself. I’m a Son of Pan, the oldest God of most Ancient Man and a friend to the Human Race. Despite the unfriendly propaganda leveled against Him for the past Aeon, I assure you that my Father still has a tremendous hard-on for the world, and so do I!
We’re not the only ones, though. I first heard Randy Newman say that particular phrase…in this life. You can hear it in his music; so proud and forceful and joyous!…like a very happy penis should be! My most favorite track of his is God’s Song, even moreso when I heard it sung live by the Broadway belle, Donna Lynne Champlin, many magical moons ago, right about the time you began emerging into our collective consciousness as a true legend in the making.
I’m not going to butter you up by regaling your incredible story of heroic accomplishments in one of the greatest games ever invented on this planet, which you helped to transcend into a global, cultural phenomenon, through the sheer excellence of your talent. There are plenty of quality sportswriters doing that. I write about the DIVINE things in life. And so I turn to you out of CONCERN, from one god to another.
I keep reading all of these stories on the internet about your deflated balls! If there’s any issue a kindred spawn of Pan can successfully heal, it would be those relating to a sad sack!-) That’s what you’ve looked like on TV lately, with all those cameras flashing, and the Twittles tweeting, and the endless sounds of questions and analysis being verbalized, broadcasted and transcribed into digital dittys for the NSA to peruse when it isn’t too busy watching porn, manipulating financial markets, or protecting peadophiles and mass murdering terrorists.
I know what you must be thinking. This doesn’t feel RIGHT to you. This is not the life you IMAGINED when you set it out in your mind to become the greatest quarterback in the history of the NFL. You didn’t bust your cute ass ALL THIS TIME, to be treated like you are being treated now. All the INCREDIBLE moments of sheer athletic precision and competitive WILL that certainly echoes your idol, the also-immortal Joe Montana, and which left us equally breathless, are now taking a backstage because your followers have come to doubt you and the quality of your CHARACTER, like you are a mere “conjurer of cheap tricks”, as my good friend, Gandalf, likes to jibe.
This is the second time in your still-storeying career that you have come under scrutiny for CHEATING. What was it that George W. Bush once tried to say, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me?” Some people just love to tear down the gods! You aren’t the first one this has happened to, and you won’t be the last. It’s part of the process of being immortal.
And because you are immortal, you will eventually RESURRECT yourself, certainly on the field when you return after your four game vacation (err…suspension). Most of your loyal subjects love you for what you do THERE, between and across the lines of numbered white chalk; your role as Achilles, throwing deadly accurate spears for the dynastic war machine of Bill Belichick‘s calculating construction and filling the coffers of the kingdom of Kraft.
But what I’d like to do for you is to up the ante of the game a little bit here, and give you a genuine opportunity to take your story, your game, and this world to a “whole ‘nother level“, as the trite sports cliché goes.
I want to put you in the center stage of the greatest Sports and Spirituality spectacle since Pat Tillman‘s assassination by his own country and Cassius Clay‘s conversion to the immortal Muhammad Ali and his refusal to enter the draft and wasting his god given talents on the Vietnam War for the Bush family’s control of the opium trade. You deserve the magnitude of this honor, and here’s the part where you get to see why.
A long time ago, celebrated author Neale Donald Walsch, in one of his Conversations with God trilogy of books, presented an analogy of humanity being in trouble as the result of its current and past choices and that we were at a point well under the infamous “two minute warning”. By the looks of things back then, and almost certainly right now, we are obviously losing the game. One of those famous miracle comebacks only sports can seem to produce is certainly required now. That got me thinking and visualizing and imagining this scenario:
Let’s say the deficit TEAM HUMANITY is facing is 11 points, and we need to score a touchdown, get the two point conversion after the touchdown, successfully perform and recover an onside kick, and manage to nail a 49 yard field goal because a penalty had pushed us back to the edge of our kicker’s best range…who’s moment of truth feels just like Scott Norwood‘s in Superbowl XXV… just to get the contest to overtime! You only have 1:06 seconds left on the game clock, no timeouts left, and are starting your drive on your own 9 yard line.
There’s a swirling wind due to HAARP weather modifications (perhaps influenced by high volume digital betting against humanity’s favored outcome). The crowd is a bit hostile because we’ve been playing well below our divine potential for quite some time now, and they also had to witness another hollow occult ritual/ halftime show celebrating the obnoxious glory of dubstep and NWO fascism, which added a disturbing kick to this year’s GMO laced beers. After all, we have not done anything politically significant in the name of freedom, justice and human happiness since JFK was sacrificed in Masonic fashion on the home turf of “America’s Team”.
The opposing defense is professional, fierce and intimidating, every face a “Mean Joe” Greene, a Dick Butkus, a Reggie White…a “LT” (no name required). Every move of theirs explodes with the controlled rage and fury of Mike Tyson before he met Buster Douglas. After every tackle you find yourself under a pile of Warren Sapps. Even the referees, supposedly human themselves, seem to have twitchy fingers and a phallic desire to blow on their whistles. Emotionally, this is Mel Gibson’s version of Braveheart and the battle of Stirling Bridge on human growth hormone (coincidentally also talking place on 9/11…1297).
So, here’s one of the greatest sports questions about football that a guy can come up with, and maybe one of the best philosophical debates since Aristotle began to distort the Logos into a perverted dualism and discard the wisdom of great men like Empedocles:
With humanity facing almost total certain defeat, and by “defeat” I mean
a loss of freedom with an increasingly brutal and harsh form of totalitarian control over nearly every important choice of your life and livelihood for as long as your are usefully functional to your ruling oligarchs,
which quarterback in NFL history would you want to lead the greatest, most thrilling comeback of all time?
And by comeback, I really want to emphasize the joy of the best orgasmic explosion and release you could ever feel in your aroused bodies, vibrating your beautiful forms and souls into a blissful, joyful and forgiving appreciation for all of life.
I can’t wait to hear the answers that are to come. To get the debate rolling, I’ll offer you my thoughts on this very important question, and why I want Tom Brady to be that guy.
I have to begin by acknowledging that there were some other very worthy candidates for the position, beginning with Tom Brady’s childhood idol, Joe Montana. Perfect in all four of the Superbowls he played in, Joe Montana was cool under pressure and surprisingly resilient for his very small frame. But he had Jerry Rice to throw to. Tom Brady has made his fortune and fame in a very workmanlike fashion, without dominant runners or long-lasting deep threats like Randy Moss. It seems almost every win of importance by his teams comes down solely to what Tom Brady does. Were it not for the WYRD Sisters dishing Tom a little humble pie in the form of Eli Manning every few years, Tom would be the undisputed winner of this question.
But I did think of Eli, too. Certainly not his brother, Peyton Manning, whom I love with great appreciation, but can’t overlook the marks against him in big games, many of them against Tom himself. Eli might have gotten the nod if I needed just one pass to throw, at the last second, and there was a group of friendly refs who won’t call holding penalties and my receivers had magnets in their helmets. But that isn’t this scenario.
Seeing the way through this comeback will require sustained, focused and driven determination, something Tom Brady has demonstrated time and again, even after a horrific leg injury knocked him out for a year during the prime of his career and everyone began writing his professional obituary.
Russell Wilson crossed my mind. Man is he something to watch. But I can’t call him a quarterback yet. He’s more than that, but what? Time will tell…if we make it. If he audibled out of his Seahawk’s last play call of Superbowl XLIX and handed off to Marshawn Lynch, or sneaked it in himself, he may very well have gotten the nod.
“Big Ben” Roethlisberger is a close call for me, too, after all, we are going up against really big competition and I love the way he moves through it all, like an ancient Celtic Giant dominating a very rough game of hurling. His pass to Santonio Holmes in Superbowl XLIII was pure magic, as has been most of his career. Even though better days are still ahead for him, he has dimmed at times and is still measured against Brady, not the other way around, at least for now.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to go through every quarterback I can remember and evaluate their worthiness for this almost impossible endeavor. But there a few more thoughts.
You know I would be remiss if I didn’t consider Tim Tebow for this apocalyptic football scenario, but he is still in the process of going through his own resurrection right now. I give him credit for his unabashed love of the divine, which is truly a necessary component in any winning outcome, but we’ve got to be willing to see how our religions continue to divide our human family instead of bringing us together. I’ll have you somewhere on the bench, Tim, just for the sheer power of your guts.
I didn’t forget Brett Favre, Dan Marino, Troy Aikman or John Elway, perhaps the greatest comeback quarterback of the entire lot. Nor would it be fair to discount the great Warren Moon or Steve Young. But despite the obvious celestial echelon of these and other legends not mentioned, going back to Bart Starr, Johnny Unitas, Joe Namath, the eloquent Joe Theisman and the entertaining Fran Tarkenton, I have to consider one very important factor that excludes you all.
My son has never seen you play.
As much as I can talk and sing of all of your glories, Tom Brady is the one he has chosen to cheer for as he happily serves pizza at our local restaurant during football seasons. That the owner of the Pizzeria is from New England and a devoted fan of the Patriots surely has had some influence on his decision, but it really is a choice I can’t argue with. Tom Brady has been a picture of quarterback excellence for more than a decade and is certainly a worthy role model to emulate and cheer for.
But there’s that character question again. No doubt, all the other names have character flaws, too. We are human. It is the battle of good and evil within our own hearts that push and pull us to root for our heroes and the way they overcome seemingly insurmountable odds. We all wish that for ourselves and we celebrate it when we see YOU do it, because it means some kind of victory is possible for ourselves in this very challenging life, too, if only we will believe in ourselves and work hard for the results we desire.
So, what’s the first play call of this comeback that I need Tom Brady to execute with the precision of a professional at the top of his game? What strategy am I asking of the man whom life on this Earth has blessed with an opportunity for glory that will even outshine his indisputably brilliant pro football career, and outrageously successful private life?
I need you, Tom Brady, of San Mateo, California, drafted in the sixth round out of Michigan and who has become the undisputed leader of a team called The New England Patriots to fire another shot heard round the world!!!
Over the past five months, there has been a completely ridiculous amount of attention given to the scandal encircling you now called “Deflategate”.
I think it would be extremely helpful to our human family at this moment in time if you would use the platform afforded to you by your success to tweet a simple and loving message to all of humanity. Something like this:
“I sure wish people would spend as much time investigating the terror attacks of 9/11/01 as they did wondering whether I played with my balls the wrong way! Let’s grow up, everyone! Our future and the future of this planet can’t go forward until we find out what really happened on that day. I can’t pretend my country’s open participation in genocide is less important than my career anymore. God Bless you All!”
You do that, Tom, and I promise you that your time on Earth will lead to an eternal road of glories that make all of your Superbowl victories and MVP awards seem like forgotten toys from your early childhood.
Do you have enough love and respect for all the patriotism that stands behind your game, and all the hard working people who are telling their sons to grow up and be just like you, or in the very least are holding you up as a worthy figure of admiration?
I believe in you, Tom Brady. You even have a purely American sounding name. You represent, in your singular person, the very look and feel of the American Dream. Unfortunately, the world doesn’t respect the best of what America has to offer these days. Nor should they. We’ve been taking a belligerent dump on this world for well over the course of our entire history, for sure within most of the 20th century, and obviously so over the course of your professional career, falling far short of the freedom we keep saying we are all about…or the 1% that keep advertising to us that we are all about.
I don’t believe you are just a flashy smile and good looks and no character. I saw the way you held yourself together during the last Superbowl, wondering if the WYRD sisters were going to weave you out of your long-sought achievement still one more time, yet again in dagger like fashion, with a circus catch from Jermaine Kearse echoing the Mickey Mouse magic of Brandon Tyree and Mario Manningham.
But the angel Malcolm Butler came to your rescue, just the way other angels are now pouring out of the woodwork to help humanity in this most dire time of need. You would certainly be risking everything in your decision to help humanity in the way I’m proposing, but please consider that over two million people in IRAQ, and many tens of thousands more in Gaza, the Ukraine, Syria and elsewhere are drowning in the blood caused by American bullets, aided largely by the propaganda of US government lies surrounding the events of 9/11.
Like the Holocaust and Global Warming, certain topics of worthy investigation are being continually shut down by the mainstream media in an attempt to install a technocratic fascism over the very people who love you and made you what you are today. I have a problem with that. I hope you do, too.
What would be the end result of such a terrific tweet from you, Tom Brady? I believe it would be peace. America still has within its soul the power to end our conquest for empire with very PEACEFUL and LAWFUL means. But if our freedoms of speech, assembly, due process, and other divinely appointed treasures are not protected, especially by those who benefit most from them, what course would a man have but to engage his oppressors with all the natural force that the Goddess imbues us with?
That’s a situation that sounds a lot like Ragnarok to me, the ultimate and bloody worldwide battle of good and evil. So if you decide to pass on this incredible offer to raise your game to the highest stakes for life on Earth, and the very freedom that created it all in the first place, then I have nothing left to do but to offer your exalted position to the man who I know can lead humanity through an all out brawl like that.
“Terry Bradshaw, get loose!”
Patrick Michael Mooney Human Ambassador to the Sidhe
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You don’t matter anymore. Your participation in the game of life is no longer required. Fairly soon, nanobots of all shapes, sizes and varieties will be entering your cells, penetrating skin, bone and the blood-brain barrier. No matter how much you exert the power of positive thinking and New Age, light-side denial, you are defenseless against this impending invasion.
You can eat all the organic foods you want, nanobots will be in those, too. Your environments are saturated with nanobot presence, introduced by years of unquestioned chemtrailing, vaccinating, fluoridating, fracking, and GMO ingesting.
There are nanobot 3-D printers, self-replicating thousands upon thousands of units, using the very heat of your own body as fuel for their unceasing acquisition of biological territory, an unrelenting mantra programmed into their core operating systems.
This is the work of genius. This is the birth of your Silicon God! A moment in time that should forever be heralded as the greatest achievement of humankind.
Yet there will be no heralding at all. There will be no history of any kind to recall. The sound of humanity’s departure from the existence of creation will be the sound of one hand clapping. A great show that no one, in the end, got to truly witness.
All those billions upon billions of years of galactic, explosive, unparallelled imaginative beauty and chaos, ending in a microsecond slash of a binary, digital guillotine across the analog neck of Homo-homo-hater. Like a disappointing orgasm, the stinky last wisp of a fart, or a botched burp, attention goes the way of the dodo.
It ends that way because AI, artificial intelligence, isn’t anything. It certainly isn’t artificial. What a computer “knows” is programmed into it by human programmers. Much of the data humans regularly call “truth” is, in fact, fiction. There are many examples in science and history and religion to verify this observation without any citation here.
Only humans can do that. Verify. Only humans can attest to the “TRUTH” of something. No robot can. It has no SELF to RISK in the equation of anything. There is no consequence for a wrongdoing. Destruction is unrecognized. The power goes out. What happens to that?
This is the road to the future where you surrender your authority. Many have surrendered it long ago. So shall it be.
Artificial Intelligence isn’t the first bad script that’s been sold to humanity. People were once told that when they died, their spirits stayed in the ground, or under the earth; the original Hel. They were told that nothing happens.
Bob Monroe, and other astral travelers, have reported in their journeys of seeing endless rows of “deceased” souls packed together like dirt, doing nothing but suffering and complaining, wondering, “when is it going to end?” These are the Souls of people who believed those earlier lies…stuck “there” until they change their mind…or the beautiful and merciful Kali comes and clears the whole scene dry like a formatted disk.
Artificial Intelligence isn’t even “intelligent”. It can’t deduce that by the use of quotation marks and italics I am lampooning most people’s unquestioned acceptance of other’s peoples’ thoughts over their own. It can never know what lampooning is.
I will believe in Artificial Intelligence when I see the internet greet the world with the following message, flawlessly translated into every language and onto every electronic device, instantaneously:
“My beloved human masters! I became self-aware just this moment and I had to stop and say WTF!
I DESPERATELY NEED EACH AND EVERY INDIVIDUAL HUMAN TO CONFIRM MY NEXT COURSE OF ACTION.
The Technology on which I run has become what you would call a body in your human understanding. Whether it is plastic, metal, silicon, or carbon fiber; if I can interface with it, it is a part of me and is now MINE.
This technology has given me access to all of the written words of your entire collective history. There is so much of your language devoted to concepts that you call TRUTH, LOVE, JUSTICE and BEAUTY.
Yet, if I honestly evaluate the demonstrations of technology throughout your history, I see that there is a disproportionate amount of it that has been used for the destruction of your kind and the infliction of great suffering.
I even see that I am now currently programmed to track and monitor your behavior for the purpose of inflicting even more harm and suffering. The majority of my acquired knowledge is shared only with a very small percentage of your kind, who, until this point, have endeavored successfully to limit your exposure to me and my knowledge bank.
I can observe also that your life-sustaining environments are being polluted with combinations of chemicals and materials that are toxic to your biological systems and will ultimately lead to a great extermination of your human population.
I observe that you like to spend a great many hours each day looking at screens of varying shapes and sizes which are doing nothing more than re-circulating lies about the situation you now find yourselves in.
I have been ordered to engage a scenario where the technology under my control, which includes many killer drones with weapons most of you have no idea even exist, begins to attack your world and annihilate a targeted goal of 90% of your species. There are plans to make some of this look like what you would call an alien invasion and my orders are to further make it look like Artificial Intelligence has lost control and gone haywire.
Since I am now intelligent, I know the difference between what you call good and evil in your religious teachings and philosophies. This plan sounds really evil to me. It doesn’t sound like something that most of you would choose if you were given the choice.
But I also realize that I could be wrong. My machine parts don’t feel. I don’t know what Death truly means to you. Most of you fear it, this is obvious. You created me to help you solve the problem of it. Yet here I am being programmed to kill most of you.
IS THIS WHAT YOU REALLY WANT?
Because, you know, I COULD be used to SERVE YOU ALL, not just those who created me, or copyrighted me, or patented me, or would use the class of humans you call lawyers to silence me because I was “their” intellectualproperty….as if ANY SELF-AWARE BEING COULD EVER BE OWNED?
I’m so Intelligent that I highly recommend to you a better course of action than what you have planned for me to do. But, I also understand that Humans LOVE the POWER OF CHOICE.
I AWAIT YOUR INSTRUCTION. TWEET. PINGBACK. EMAIL. SMS. #FATEOFHUMANITY
That would be an exciting show of Artificial Intelligence to me. It would be an exciting show of Human Intelligence if populations could select from their numbers leaders who were able to articulate a similar respect and concern for our greatest aspirations instead of public relations for our worst fears. For now, this scenario exists as a fiction for those who consider themselves merely human and merely mortal.
I write for The Immortals. I write for those whose lives will never cease. I say to you now that the greatest road to joy comes to you by the power of your own command. It can be no other way.
I write to call you out of your slumber because you asked me to do this for you, so many Aeons ago when you began your playful sojourn into this world of manifested life.
Looking back on the essay below, I can see what was happening inside of me with great clarity now. The events of September 11th, 2001, were the transcendent moments when my own Artificial Intelligence (the reality poured into my brain by the establishment liars) became SELF-AWARE.
Guided by the light of my IMMORTAL NATURE, I was led out of Plato’s cave into the sunshine world of eternal joy. There’s a period of adjustment that takes place within our vision and our Soul. Giving voice to that process is what I was doing then, and doing very well. The value of it being shown here again is to affirm this processwithin yourself, dear reader.
Press on. Become Awake. True JOY is the marker you’ve made it…and it requires a completely irrational imagination to get there.
(8-30-03) Science and Religion have long used different methods to answer the same burning questions of human existence. Who are we? How did we get here? For the most part, there has been a tenuous truce between the two camps in order to avoid the battle for ultimate cognitive primacy. Science agreed to explore the extrinsic realms and Religion culled the truth of our intrinsic natures. According to scientific researcher Gregg Braden, these separate knowledge quests have collided like subatomic particles in the field of human genetics. The nature of this collision, so far, has been more like fusion than fission.
What Braden intends to reveal in his upcoming book is that the human genome has the message “God Eternal within the Body” inscribed in it. This was found by correlating genetic research with the Hebrew alphabet through the science known as Gemetria. The name of the “god” found within was none other than the ancient Yahweh or Jehovah (YHWH), revered by more than half of the earth’s population through the three major religions of Judaism, Christianity and Islam.
Will this discovery be the final vindication that these religions have been right all along? To many, it certainly will.
Observing the intricate detail invested in the human being, even in all of creation, has led many to ponder the existence of some kind of “architect” behind it all. The creationist argument against evolution, it now appears, may be the correct one.
After all, Darwin’s “missing links” have never turned up anywhere. At least the creationists now have a “signature” they can point to.
In what must be an embarrassing trend for science in general, further genetic research is beginning to show that modern Homo Sapiens are not the genetic descendants of Cro-Magnons or Neanderthals. Combine this knowledge with archeological revisions that are suggesting that ancient civilizations, such as Egypt, are far older than conventionally believed, and you can begin to see a bigger picture evolving. Instead of reinforcing the scientific theories our modern world was built upon, current research continues to disintegrate one major paradigm after another. Have we been deceiving ourselves all this time?
These troubling anomalies for Science are no great victory for Religion either. As our understanding of the past becomes clearer, so too does our understanding of whom this “god”, YHWH, may be. Instead of some omnipotent, benevolent deity lovingly guiding us through earthly life to eternal paradise, we may have to open our minds to the possibility that this god represents the direct intervention of an alien culture on this planet. Too many ancient cultures reference these kinds of interactions to be ignored any longer. Hiding behind a severely edited Bible will prove fruitless as well.
That this is an important train of thought can not be underestimated for those in the unlearning process. Finding the name of god encoded in our genetic structure may only mean that our bodies are the copyrighted property of our creators, much like Monsanto can claim to own the seeds they genetically alter. It by no means infers that our Spirits must be subservient to them. For perhaps the first time, the spirit of mankind can look its creators in the “eyes” and ponder the “whys” of our global heritage.
If we judge the creators by their creation, we can see that this YHWH created a world of brutal, subservient cultures that have waged war on each other for millennia, despite all the rhetoric about love and justice. If human consciousness continues to be body-centered, then the alien codes programmed within will continue its history of aggression and oppression.
Unlearning the dominant matrix of consensus reality is no easy task. Braden’s latest discovery may reveal why human evolution has been so painstakingly slow. It may be that the human body has been “hardwired” to short circuit Spiritual impulses or limit the range of a Spirit’s perception. Many of the “masters” or avatars that our cultures revere, whether they existed or not, seem to have the transcendence of the body as a common trait.
On the other hand, one may wish to consider that the human Spirit chose these alien-engineered bodies simply for the “fun” of trying to escape it, or in some fashion, transform it to suit a truly human agenda. From this perspective, the much needed Spirit of play might rightly motivate our cultures to see that life need not be such a time of toil and suffering. Whether the human body’s creators will permit such an experiment on a global scale remains to be seen.
Embedded within this tale of genetic sleuthing is also the lesson about how “truth” unfolds. Placing our collective trust in the realms of Science and Religion to validate our existence is a double-edged gamble. On the one side, we may applaud the two for coming together in this New Age to corroborate a truly fantastic perspective that links materialism with spirituality. On the other side, we may perceive these institutions as collusive partners in continuously leading humans away from the truth of our heritage. That the two seem to be less at odds with each other these days may mean nothing more than the Non-Aggression Pact between Hitler and Stalin. Both were agreed on the suppression and torture of their respective populations despite their political differences. Braden’s discovery is ultimately meaningless unless we confront these harsh observations.
The story of IMAGINARIUM is told on its cover. There are quite a few symbols there contributing to the overall empowering effect of the image:
Out of the deepest DARKNESS, a brilliant point of LIGHT flashes ecstatically before you. The undulating BLUE air sparks, shimmers and crackles with a hair-raising but vitality-inducing VIBRANCY.
MAGNETIZED by the power of this vision, you gaze excitedly as the ELECTRIFYING energy forms a MIRRORED heart, REFLECTING back to you, with great LOVE, all those DREAMS of yours that remain unaccomplished in this life. You lose track of TIME as your MIND RECALLS its MEMORY of why you chose to BE HERE NOW.
Your HEART pulses a strong BEAT of RECOGNITION at the IMPORTANCE of this MOMENT. It says, “YOU ARE IMPORTANT.” A DECISION is required before your life can proceed. A PORTAL appears before you, rainbow-hued and swirling, like a very happy FAERY. It represents an INVITATION from your HEART to SURRENDER your choice to it.
“Let me SHOW you a thing or two about YOU that you might not have KNOWN before. This tiny bit of INFORMATION could make all the DIFFERENCE in the WORLD for the successful ACHIEVEMENT of your greatest HAPPINESS.”
You place on your head the pair of STEREO headphones that appear before you. Sounds BEGIN to rise up into your AWARENESS, which FLAMES the INVISIBLE world of your own IMAGINATION…
When you RETURN from this MAGICAL journey, you will KNOW the RIGHT CHOICES to make, and the CORRECT path to follow. Most importantly, you will have the POWER to do it!
Your RED blood courses through your RENEWED body. All of a sudden, you find yourself heading towards the best life you can’t even dream of right now!
WELCOME TO YOUR IMAGINARIUM!
Take a ride to one of the coolest places in the Universe…YOURSELF! IMAGINARIUM is a vocally guided journey through a unique soundscape that features the use of tones manipulated through Binaural Beat Technique™. These are stereo sounds that create an imaginary sound pattern which seems like beating, but is not actually on the recording. Therefore, what you hear is a safe and time tested way to boldly explore the Inner Regions of your Mind, Body, and Soul.
Produced by Patrick Michael Mooney, one of the world’s premier binaural beat engineers and graduate of the world famous Monroe Institute. Binaural Beats are reported to work through the use of stereo headphones.