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Showing posts with label unconscious. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Skinwalker Ranch Dire Wolf Synchronicity

image source here

Reading Whitley Strieber's fictional work, Beyond 2012, the Omega Point. Just read the part where a character is writing in his journal about events and "time movement." He mentions the Skinwalker ranch in Utah, specifically, the wolf like creature that was seen there:

"...I recognized the animal to be a dire wolf. .. the dire world was rendered extinct by... the last Ice Age. And yet, here it was on this ranch. I think that this animal had moved through time...there was something about the place... in its own time, this animal was experiencing incredible fear. Its world was collapsing... most of Utah was flooded along with the rest of the United States by rapid glacial melt. .. given pressure extreme enough and the right conditions, actual physical movement through time must be possible." (Strieber pp83-84)

Last night, listening to Coast to Coast, a female caller recommend reading Vallee, and said that the events at the Skinwalker ranch (among other unexplained encounters) was due to our imagination. Not in the sense we are making things up, but that there is another dimension, or place, where all these things exist. Opening ourselves up via imagination causes us to see these things. (That's what I got from her anyway.)

Two different takes; Strieber, via his character, suggests that time lines exist concurrently and, due to events in one time line, another time can abruptly appear. The other; that our minds somehow allow us to see these other realities, for whatever reasons, being open to the possibility among them.




Sunday, April 10, 2011

Found Poem: 'It's OK to be a woman'

“It’s OK to be a woman!”
found poem, by Regan Lee, April 2011
inspired by the ravings of Henry Makow’s It’s OK to be a woman: April 1st, 2008


















It's OK to be a woman!
pretty daffodils poking their heads
above matted leaves,
alone
strike me as confused.

You have been betrayed by society.
poison for women.
the things you most need
courtship and marriage.

No more dates.
No more flowers, dinners, dances
and movies.

behavior modification

Watch this video.

dynamiting the four legs of our human identity

You are in the Springtime of your life.
you are
at the height
of your fertility

we can't get a raincheck from nature.

Consecrate yourself
Don't waste your time
on boys
or
nomads.

Let the sluts
have the sex.
sacrifice
for the right man. (This will make him love you.)


















the dynamics of heterosexuality

SEX IS THE SECRET RELIGION OF SECULAR SOCIETY

hunger for food or love.
Our neo-pagan society
a mystical religious experience
achieving
salvation.

society is secretly run
by a sex cult,

obelisks

illustrated sex
our religion.


















goddesses. 

as ordinary as men.

Hollywood nonsense

flawed

you have been betrayed by society.
social engineering.

participate.



Tuesday, August 10, 2010

New Posts at The C Influence

New posts up at The 'C'-Influence blog, Rick Phillips and Bruce Duensing's blog/experiment in esoteric and philosophic thought. Lesley and I are both contributors over there. Current discussion is on harmonics.

TCI - SP3 - Lee Actualizes Discussion on Harmonics. My piece is inspired and generated from Bruce Duensing's work on harmonics, energy, cetacean intelligence. . . as usual, when it comes to Bruce, it's difficult to do his work justice. So go over there and read it already!

I've also added my Amazon book suggestions and my "Terrence McKenna" clip of the moment.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Antediluvian Dreams and the Collective Unconscious: An essay on the late, great Alexander McQueen


I have a confession to make: I am passionate about fashion design's occasional ability to tap into the zeitgeist. Not every designer can do this-- it is relegated to only a rare few at any given point and time in my humble opinion. True, it seems strange that a practicing psychic such as myself would be so focused on an industry so seemingly absorbed on the "surface" "frivolous" and "irreverent" as fashion, and indeed, it can be that to a large extent. But when fabric is molded and shaped in the hands of someone such as Alexander McQueen, all bets are off. Indeed, truly great designers give birth to realities by a combination of fixation, symbolic transference, and forecasting, not entirely unlike what good psychics do.

The genius of Mr. McQueen's approach that was so different than his peers was that he frequently mined the subterranean depths of his own dreams and nightmares and came out with something that Jungian psychoanalysts could only refer to as a byproduct of the "anima"-- that of the feminine unconscious of the male, the shadow self, the primitive feminine, the Hindu goddess Kali the Destroyer compassionately rebuilding the lover she has thoughtlessly trampled in her blind dance of ecstasy, the witch, the Cassandra, the reptilian part of our gene code, the canary in a coal mine laying in wait in all of us, waiting to reveal the message.

Forecasting indeed.

Many of his designs and fashion shows featured a curious combination of vestigial tails, strange bumps and lumps on clothing that gave the effect of genetic mutations growing on the person wearing the outfit, fins on heads, and a primordial stew revivified in a swirling kaleidoscope of a very future-long-past gene pool of which McQueen was taking a snapshot just before waking. There was also a "cyborg" undercurrent mingling with this liminal state that always seemed to encapsulate the pervasive, almost symbiotic role technology has become in the lives of many in the industrialized world.



It was with great interest that his second to last collection of clothing came to my attention, but through most unfortunate means: on February 11th, 2010, Alexander, or "Lee" as he was known to friends and family, distraught over the recent death of his mother not a week prior, took his own life. The shock of his passing was only barely surpassed by my shock in finding how accurate he had been in unearthing a memory of our galactic history.

The Spring 2010 collection:







Many fashion editors and fans refer to the shoes as "alien", and upon further viewing of the appearances of the models, many associations were made with depictions of the facial structures and builds not unlike tall blonde human extraterrestrials/"middle earth inhabitants" whom abductees and experiencers see and occasionally "speak" with telepathically. There is a referencing to technology in all of this as well, but of one ancient and lost; seemingly inseparable from the fantastic and physical. Holographic and pixelated fabrics mingle with the morphing of the reptilian/amphibious/hybrid human theme.

Life will find a way to reinvent itself to somehow evolve and then crash from its own arrogance, the designer seems to be saying. Just like ancient Atlantis.

Indeed, he was influenced by Plato's depiction of the lost civilization; if only from the Wikipedia version. Nonetheless he ran with it and succeeded wildly:

"... while the silhouettes and accessories presented were futuristic (ask yourself: what in fashion history can you really compare them with?), they were also strangely familiar, but in a time-dilated way...like a long-buried memory of a future life.

Plato's Atlantis was initially inspired by the Wikipedia version of the philosopher's vision of the lost continent, a former naval power which "sank into the ocean 'in a single day and night of misfortune'" and receded into the mists of time, only to end up "a byword for any and all supposed advanced prehistoric lost civilizations." But whether it actually existed wasn't the point for the designer. "Atlantis is like, to me, a metaphor for Neverland. It can be anywhere in your mind, anywhere where people find sanctuary in bad times."


The article goes on to add:

"According to Plato, the residents of Atlantis began valuing money over spirituality, and became "faint and weak." Though blessed, they "were filled with lawless ambition and power." Are we any different?"

It is a sad farewell to a man who was just beginning to grasp that which is potentially a breakthrough in how we evaluate and look at, well, the superficial. He will be greatly missed.


SOURCES:

"What Alexander McQueen Knew (aka Why You're Beyond Bored with New York Fashion Week)", Lesley Scott auth., FashionTribes.com

Images: Alexander McQueen Spring 2010 via style.com

About the author:

Anya Briggs is a practicing Psychic, Medium, and Channel.
She also really, really likes fashion, interior design, and afternoon tea.
She can be contacted for readings at: http://www.bestamericanpsychics.com/anya-briggs/
For all other inquiries email her at: anyaisachannel@gmail.com