JACK O’LANTERN’S SCHISM:
MARCH 15, 2013
There was a Strange & Supernatural night on MARCH 15, 2013,
whilst I lived about in Hollywood CA, at the top of a high hill on a road called IVAR ST. where my beaten apartment was located.
I WILL BE MOCKED FOR THIS CLAIM.
I ABSOLUTELY CARE NOT.
This paper will not be, too, long, as the tale is simple & elegant & not mind-warping.
It was the atmosphere and its intense realism that was the Mind-Warp;
not what had happened – as that happening is simple, which was predetermined & executed in that elegant sense, with purpose of Art, I believe.
At the top of IVAR ST. parallel to VINE nigh the HOLLYWOOD BLVD., there was a supernatural abduction, mid-night, on MARCH 15, 2013.
LO: And I was the Human Captive.
For, I was asleep when I was taken, but when I was returned, I was awake.
I will explain the memory, which is TRUE MEMORY and not DREAM MEMORY.
It is revealed here, as if yesterday:
For, I was not capable of turning my head to look around me, but, ‘twas obvious that I was in a flying ship – as my head was affixed forward at a supremely long & large curvature-window, with the black sky & bright stars beyond it.
Although I could not look away, I do know that I was a “Free Man”, standing-up, and capable of using my body & hands; I was not strapped down. As a matter of pure-fact, being strapped down would have substantially assisted me later, when I tell you, eventually, the substance of what had happened.
I want to tell you how I felt, in that moment, and what was heard, in that moment, prior to the simple show in the sky that they gifted me – which I will indeed get to, as I have said, eventually.
In regard to my Energetic Being & Emotion in that glitch of so-called-Time, I can profess to you that I was acutely confused and distressed, but, too, focused, as if I knew I was about to be displayed something with severity.
I am going to recall to you the sounds of what I had heard going on in the background, as I was leering out ahead into Outer Space.
It was almost certain that I was in a room by myself – as there were multiple voices muffled and chatty, seeming to be in a room behind where I was affixed.
These mysterious voices conjured up a frequency in the room, and I will explain how the tune was transcended:
It felt, in me in that moment, as though these others were scientists inspecting my being and my feelings. I was not saying anything aloud, but I could feel that they were tuning into me.
UNDERSTANDING THEIR LANGUAGE:
I could not understand any of their words, as they were muffled and fuzzy and seemed to all be communicating at once – but I had noticed that there were many questions, in regards to their energetic tones – which is why the Scientist/Lab Rat vibration was manifested and humming in my Psychic-Toner, via that glitch in So-Called-Time.
But, there is something else that is crucial, that I have not yet revealed.
The frequencies of these many voices produced the noises of my Family Members & Friend’s tones, which I knew of from Life. However, I understood in pure-fact, whilst on board that ship, that these inspectors were creating a Symbol. Of course, my Earth Friends & Family Members were not all aboard that ship.
But, my Space Friends & Family Members, were, in regards to:
And this subtly comforted me, in that moment – though my energy was still acutely confused & distressed.
[NOTE1: That bit of Symbolic Symmetry introduced me to the Language of Symbolism from thence, forward. It was one key point of this trip.
NOTE2: I did not even have to learn that it was a Symbol, I just had known, like one knows a puzzle piece fits when he sees one.]
Then, my eyes were high-jacked & yanked tighter to the night-space outside of the elongated curvature window, and I had begun to feel something arise in the atmosphere’s gravity.
I will attempt to explain this happening as simplistic as I know how:
The gravity in the room, from SOUTH to NORTH/WEST, began to pull up.
I recall that I clutched tightly onto a silver rail in front of me, and was concentrated hard on Outer Space – whilst being more acutely confused & distressed, than I had already been.
There is a subtle matrix here that I think is necessary to mention. When gravity arose, and I clutched onto the silver rail, it was not my hands nor my muscles that were in strain – but my MIND – as the Focus of The Mind was the component of Order, in order to remain my feet planted on the ship’s floor.
I knew to do this, but know not how I knew.
The comprehension was organic in me, to use my Mind over my Body, in order to remain put from the heavy gravity-pull. And it was a sweat, and a battle, and a strain.
I have felt, as though, part of this procedure was to test the limit of my Mind, so that the captain & inspectors of the ship could inspect how I performed, mentally.
It is nay a fact, but only a ponder.
So, the gravity, manifesting slow, came to high-peak with me clutching with All Power to the rail of my Mind; and up birthed a Blue Planet in the Outer Space, that came up from S. to N.W, with the gravity-pull.
And the chaos had halted, and gravity was relaxed as I leered at the Blue Planet.
Soon again, the chaos occurred, and I clutched onto the rail of my Mind with All Power, and then, at high-peak, whilst my Mind was most flexed, a Red Planet had birthed.
And the chaos had halted, and gravity was relaxed as I leered at the Red Planet.
Soon again, the chaos occurred, and I clutched onto the rail of my Mind with All Power, and then, at high-peak, whilst my Mind was most flexed again, a Purple Planet had birthed.
And the chaos had halted, and gravity was relaxed as I leered at the Purple Planet, and the other 2 above it.
THE SYMBOLIC MESSAGE:
A SHIFT was coming.
An Evolution of Energy.
A Change in The Game of The World,
and of The Universe,
and of myself –
which later had resulted into pure Golden Fact.
THE RETURN HOME:
The Return Home was overtly strange.
On the ship, the gravity picked up again, but began to pull SOUTH, and it faded into black where I was up there; and I was sat up cross-legged on the edge of my bed – and my eyes bulged wide like 2 boulders. And then I rushed rapidly to check my body, as it felt that I had been utterly drenched in lukewarm water – but was, in fact, Sahara-dry.
It was my Soul slipping back into the warm & wet insides of my biology, I thought.
And then I had rushed to my desk to draw but 3 lousy planets.
The Return intrigued me, because it caused some kind of schism – and I enjoy schisms. You see, whilst I was up in that ship, I recall noticing my physical body and my clutching hands. But, it appears that my Soul – which we can call “Ones Purest Aspect” was what had been taken for travel.
It is as if I had possessed my material-body up there – but needed it not. And, in the end, came to realize that it never was up there.
Though, I am not, so, sure, that it wasn’t.
It could have been, it could have been not.
It is The Schism.
And it abducts my mind all of the time.