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Saturday, February 26, 2011

I must not be crazy enough.

I am often looking for more and more evidence of the crazy New Age crap that people think of as some kind of "correct Universal spiritual awareness."  It amazes me there are so many examples and people who are willing to eat this stuff up.  Here is another example:


This is an except from Building New Earth

I awakened to Shayla golden crystal city in late 2001. It was already there and was created the very moment i conceived. It is situated in south east ireland in the tranquil comeragh mountains and it's centre point is the great mountain Cruachan. It has a sister city in tralee which is in the southwest of ireland known as Alasia. It's keeper is my good friend and companion Sansia who works from the fifth dimension.

Shayla is home to the galactic and star fleets. It is also home to the faerie folk, the atlanteans, lemurians, dragons, pixies, gnomes and unicorns. The city is constantly expanding. It now reaches the full expanse of the comeragh mountains and it is strenthens all the time through human interfacing.

It boasts a wonderful idea of my good friend Daniel Jacob. http://www.reconnections.net Daniel has another sister city known as Chehala in the Olympic ranges of the usa. You can read more about it on his site. Anyway the idea is brighter days. A galactic space cafe that spans four floors and it has the appearence of an old cathedral. I

Entering it is a revolving door. My good friends Chyna and Vishna are among some of the staff. Vishna is famous for her amazing galactic lattes and steaming butter scones. The cafe also has guest quarters for those who wish to stay there. The cafe contains a jukebox of velourian design that contains every known song in the multiverse.

Favourite tunes always playing are the corrs and Krishna Das. So dream with me or meditate and take your awareness to Shayla and meet Sananda and Ashtar and many other good friends for a traditional evening of good wine and food. All the enjoyment is unforgettable. 


I guess my blogs would have more followers if I contributed even more bizarre stuff than this crackpot has posted (Galactic Lattes,yummy!).  Believe what you want; there are consequences.  These people are NOT my friends!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

What he wrote, spoke to me today

I am currently reading a book of poetry that I have put off reading for some time.  I have several other works to share, still tumbling around in my head, but I thought reading some great works before I did that would be a good idea.  One I just read spoke to me in a very clear voice.  Across the centuries it seems this particular work rang true about me and expresses some of what I am feeling these days.

My Picture Left in Scotland by Ben Jonson

I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,
For else it could not be,
That she,
Whom I adore so much, should so slight me,
And cast my love behind:
I'm sure my language was as sweet,
And every close did meet
In sentence of as subtle feet
As hath the youngest he,
That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.

Oh, but my conscious fears,
That fly my thoughts between,
Tell me that she hath seen
My hundreds of gray hairs,
Told seven and forty years,
Read so much waist, as she cannot embrace
My mountain belly and my rock face,
As all these, through her eyes, have stopt her ears. 


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Free Burma Design Submissions

Facebook page with Free Burma Design Submissions

Mine is the eleventh one on the page.  You don't have to vote for mine, but...

More importantly, please donate what you can to this campaign.  Burma has been a human rights disaster for over twenty years.  The political prisoners and the the population as a whole needs your help.

Thank you in advance for your interest.

Monday, February 21, 2011

A Must Read! Chinese Security Officials Respond to Call for Protests - NYTimes.com


The article speaks for itself.  There are many people who have legitimate grievances with their government; we in the Western world often take it for granted that we have guaranteed rights to express these complaints.  In many other countries the message from above is clear, "Not happening!"

Friday, February 18, 2011

Don't Tell Anybody

Admittedly, this is going to be a strange post.  My life has been very strange, like a surreal nightmare.  Something has happened lately and as I have been going over it in my mind I decided it was time to share some thoughts about it in this blog.

A few days ago I took a nap in the afternoon to catch up on some sleep because my sleep pattern has become irregular again.  I will not go over what was in this dream but suffice it to say I revisited with some people I am still furious with and cannot ever really come to terms with.  At the end of this dream I see the lower end of Manhattan.  I realized soon after I awoke that I had some similar dreams in the last few years and these dreams take me to the island of Manhattan in all of them.  I have this unusual feeling that I belong there, that I am a resident, or I am supposed to be there instead of where I am at the time.

As I have gone over that last dream in my head I realized that going to Manhattan takes me to my Dad and sorting out all that transpired between us over the years.  In case you missed it in this blog, my Dad passed away on September 11, 2009.  He called me September 11, 2001 to tell me about the plane crashes while I was still asleep.  Lately, my thoughts have focused on many of the events we went through together.  Despite the negative things I have mentioned about him in this continuing blog of my life there is the inescapable fact that my life and my Dad's have always been closely intertwined even though he really had no idea who I really am.

By now my exact recollection of what really spelled the demise of our relationship is not as clear as I would like it to be, but I realize what happened should be shared even if a small number of people read it and learn from it.

After the phone call of June 30, 2006 took place I knew that my life would be going in a very bizarre direction.  My relationship with my Dad, who was a shape-shifter of some variety that I still cannot completely explain, would be forever damaged.  All of the things I had managed to ignore about him in the past would eventually accumulate into an unavoidable confrontation.  How and when that would happen was unknown.

However, I could not completely sever my ties with him as he was still my closest confidant and we depended on each other for so many things. I knew I would not get very far without letting him know at least part of what was going on.  The trip down the gauntlet I took from Las Vegas to Houston via Tuscon and El Paso would remain mostly a mystery to him.  He really didn't need to know much about that.

By the time I took the trip to San Diego to see what would happen I had begun to let him in on more of the details.  There was so much to tell him and remind him of, and since he was the one person I turned to when things got beyond my ability to handle alone, it made sense that he should know the most of what was going on.  After the two women switched places and the BMW drove off I had called him to let him know that I wasn't going to chase much more and that "you know who" was losing me more and more with these Charades.  I remember him telling me in so many words, that I had given it "another try" but it seemed like a good decision to return home right after that.  

I don't remember what day it was but about a month later I had called him again, as I still was doing on a regular basis, to let him know as much as I was letting him know.  This is perhaps where our relationship really started to disintegrate because so much that was wrong was revealed.  I have often avoided the subject of why my Dad did or did not do certain things; it's very painful to me to reveal he was as selfish as he was, despite the many things I had done as his only really loyal child.

The conversation went something like this.  I called him.

Ted: Hello? (I can tell he is eating when I call.)

Me: Hey, Dad it's me.

Ted: Ben?

Me: Yeah.

Ted: Uh, I didn't expect to hear from you.

Me: Dad, what are you talking about?

Ted: I mean I'm glad!  I'm glad to hear from you!

Me: Dad?  What are you saying?  Did you think something had happened to me?

Roughly that is how that conversation started.  I immediately come to the conclusion that he thought or was told that I had died or had been killed at least two or three days before I had called.  That is obviously disturbing enough, even though as far as I know I never really indicated to him in any way that my life was at risk the way that it was.  What really bothered me is that he had done nothing and was "stuffing his face" as usual.  He had not called me to see if I was still there.  He had not gone by my place to see if my car or anything of mine was still where I lived.  He did not tell my sister, as far as I know, or call the police or anything like that.  He did nothing.  He just went about his normal routine.  I wondered for a moment what would it take for him to finally do something?  This was so extremely disturbing to me that I had to move on in the conversation right away because to follow that line of questioning would lead to the inevitable conclusion I reached just a few months later.

My Dad really didn't care.  He lived in his own little world and anything that didn't belong in it would be discounted or rejected.  

Including me.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tom Cruise - Slavedriver

Sure, it's really easy to make up a sensational blog title.

If you have not heard several sources have been poking holes in Scientology for a long time.  Lately, the story about how some people slave away at $50 a week at "Sea Org" for their more "enlightened" members like Tom Cruise.  Apparently Tom was not really behind this story, but the people who devote themselves to kissing the bunghole of this "false Messiah" were.

Here is the link to the PDF in case you wanted to read it:

Monday, February 14, 2011

Christina Fell A Long Time Ago by Jesus Krishna

Don't feel sorry for her.  She is a useless individual.  Her voice is great but she is incapable of doing anything else.  Stop supporting her!  She needs to get back to reality very soon before you are all finished.

No, it is not okay!

Grammy Red Carpet 2011: Worst-Dressed (PHOTOS, POLL)

Someone needs to tell Ricky he needs to go back into the closet and find some clothes and fit and match.
About Grammy Awards
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Grammy Red Carpet 2011: Best-Dressed (PHOTOS, POLL)

Selena is a very good looking young woman. Her dress looks like a condom.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Arianna the shifty

I have made reference to this woman's activities before.  I have even placed a photo of her into one of my videos.  The following article seems to me to be a very sober and even-handed treatment of her in light of the recent sale of Huffington Post.

Dana Milbank - Arianna Huffington's ideological transformation -Link Shared from NewsPush
Publish Post
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Sunday, February 6, 2011

I feel SO bad

My latest housemate moved out and he took his puppy with him, obviously.

It has been quite a tumultuous time the last few months.  It seems like the "other spot" has become like a revolving door.  I decided to switch rooms since my old room is smaller.  I am now using a desk and chair instead of computing from my bed.

With all the upheaval, and helping my landlady clean up around the house, I didn't turn on the Super Bowl until about a half an hour after it started.

I didn't miss anything, did I?

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Bills Gates and the Pansexual Agenda - Magazine - GAIA SOULS

Bills Gates and the Pansexual Agenda - Magazine - GAIA SOULS

A blog posting I found interesting.  I cannot vouch for its accuracy and I am interested in researching the points mentioned here further, but before you dismiss it, consider that it just might have more than a kernel of truth.  I am more than willing to consider it accurate over what the mainstream media feeds us.  I have had my doubts about mainstream media for a long time.  And of course the irony for me was the unexpected reference to Madonna, Britney, and C*ntina.

Have a great day!

Friday, February 4, 2011

My newest image



I got a little bored with my desktop image and made this one. It is based on another artist's depiction of a fictional character.  I tried to capture how I feel these days as I look to the future.  Let me know what you think.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011

From Last Night

This a dream I had last night that I decided to share with all of you.

Those of you who are familiar with my story know there is a killer inside me.  None of you would be here if there was not a killer inside me.  It would not be the first time if I had a dream about eliminating beings and it actually happening somewhere else.  After saving my life so many times God can do what He wants with me while I sleep.

I was hunting my sister down.  I was in some place where there seemed to be a party going on with many people of all types around.  I saw Leora and went after her.  I was going to knock her down but she avoided me.  Instead of hitting her I collided with another woman and this woman went over a railing on a bridge and fell to her death.  I looked around and my sister was nowhere to be seen.  I left that place, upset that my sister was not dead and not at all concerned that the other woman died.

What do you think it means?