Sounds Familiar

Cuban Acoustic Attack

I was wondering when this sort of thing was going to make it to the mainstream headlines. I guess if you wait long enough all things will make their way into the mainstream, even for just a moment.

State Department spokeswoman Heather Nauert on Wednesday said that "some US government personnel" working at the US embassy in Havana, Cuba on official duty reported some incidents that were causing "physical symptoms." But she could not elaborate on the nature or cause of the incidents.

I feel a bit of relief when I read this article. Although they refuse to elaborate on the character of the "physical symptoms" there are a lot of on-line sources that can better describe the symptoms of these acoustic and electromagnetic weapons.

Since I have been a target (and continue to be a target), I am all to familiar with the physical symptoms from both acoustic and electromagnetic attacks. But, the physical symptoms are not actually the purpose of the use of these weapons, they are primarily designed to disrupt the energy flow of the human body. Most of the energy centers, or meridians, used in Chinese medicine are targeted and changed somewhat like acupuncture can change energy flow in the body. Targeting these energy centers and disrupting the flow of energy to specific areas of the body has the ability to induce illness.

In my case they often target the heart chakra or heart meridian in order to induce a heart attack or stroke. I have recently observed a cell phone used to produce a frequency that could disrupt my heart meridian energy flow. The perpetrator was standing directly behind me holding a cell phone level with my heart. I could feel the effects, but it was not strong enough to cause any significant damage. I just moved away from the perpetrator and the effects subsided. I have also mentioned attacks that I speculate are psychic in nature, but I cannot be certain (that's what makes these covert attacks impossible to prove).

The kind of attacks that I continue to endure are while I am sleeping. There seems to be a specific purpose to interfere with the nature or content of my unconscious dreams. I am finding ways to prevent this from occurring.

Update - Washington Post Article: U.S. investigating whether American diplomats were victims of sonic attack in Cuba

The Others

I am wondering how this Cuban attack made into the media. This seems to be a rather uncharacteristic exposure and use of what has been a stealth weapon to control and influence targeted individuals. I think that these technologies have made it into the hands of perpetrators that are more like common criminals than intelligent operators.

The landscape of these beings I nave referred to as 'the others' has changed significantly. I have gone to certain cities where there were higher concentrations of these people and now I see a lot of empty stores and a lot of homes for sale. Any time I take a relative to the hospital the character of the personnel has changed significantly. I just do not come across them as much as I have in the past. It looks to me that they have left and left behind a tattered organization of incompetent subordinates.

So, where did they go? I have a feeling that they are still 'here'. As I continue to influence this shared dream within the confines of my own conscious environment and continue to move throughout various levels of consciousness there will not be any level left to hide.

I still often speculate as to why they are afraid of me. It seems to have something more to do with the unconscious than the conscious dreamworld. As I continue to evolve, and disrupt the technologies used against me while I enter the unconscious dreamworld, my dreams have evolved in directions that still seem impossible. My greatest challenge is understanding and interpreting what I experience. The only pitfall of mastering consciousness is that it can be very overwhelming at times. I am grateful that my guides are still patient. It's somewhat like being a primitive alien in an advanced civilization where everything you know no longer applies.

I am building a new frame of reference and it is interfering with my current one...

I am thankful that it is moving along slowly.



 

Journal: Shaman

If there was one thing that fascinated me for most of my life, it would have to be magic. Not necessarily the art of magic, mostly the seemingly magical and mysterious aspects of life. Usually, that which we do not understand we often call magic or acts of God. Thats also unfortunately true about how we view ourselves in the framework of consciousness.

Scientists sometimes refer to the unexplained as spooky actions at a distance. Or possibly, erroneous interpretations of normal daily experiences. It is easier when all we know fits into understandable blocks of information. I have always gravitated toward the bits that do not fit. Breadcrumbs left by those that came before me falling through the cracks of this reality.

I used to sit between two mirrors and meditate. Staring into the background of infinite reflections hoping to see something that did not belong. i wanted to become a Shaman, but not in the traditional sense. I want to master consciousness, to become lucid in this shared dream.

Science focuses upon the physical realm of this reality. Their institution depends upon the fortification and expansion of scientific information. Their history began as an experiment to challenge and understand the material properties expanding our conscious understanding. But I wonder (consider) that observation is the fundamental conscious transaction upon which expansion thrives. The smallest particle will never be found nor the limits of this universe will ever be breached. Hidden within the infinite consciousness is simultaneous crration and perception.

I want to transcend this physical simulation. I use the same method of science, observation. Observation stimulates thoughts that guides your point of focus and consciousness expands in kind, in time.

Abraham us right. As much as I have tried to deny it. That singular law to which consciousness abides does not waver to provide that which you hold with your attention. I have waited for that door to open and now I find that there was no door. I was and will always be exactly where I need to be.

I am that concept of what a Shaman is for now. I have cultivated relationships with the spirit world and consciousness itself. I recognise my place in that otherworldly existence as well as this one. Much like looking for that door those relationships were probably already there, I just needed to realize it again.

Thank you once again my dear friends...

Journal: Outer Limits

I'm on the fence. I used to be at a point where I was testing the limits of the boundaries; running into walls, trying to navigate over, under or through. Sometimes I found self on the other side, then the next day I would be back. I stated in an earlier post that once you incorporate experiences it changes your conscious environment, your perceptions and your frame of reference. You can't experience something without it changing you.

I found a way through that barrier. I guess I finally realized that there is no physical electronic fence that keeps me here. Those that act as antagonists do so because I allow then to. I have the ability to tear down all barriers, simply by changing how I respond to them. 

"If thou art pained by any external thing, it is not this thing that disturbs thee, but thy own judgement about it..."

I'm on the fence. The fence is crackling with electrical energy. I feel the sensation of that energy upon my skin. I am accustomed to this sensation. What once was a barrier has now become a way point and soon to become a point of departure.

I sit on the fence looking out towards future destinations. My bags are packed and I am comfortable waiting for whatever may come my way. Comfortable in the flow.

Those outer limits never really existed. Thats the game that is being played. Now it is time to put all that I have said to the test, comfortable knowing that we are all just tourists, passing through time and space within this grand dream.

Last night I saw a butterfly in my dream, prominent point of focus. Beautiful orange and black wings flying among the trees.

There is no spoon...

Journal: Conscious Contraction

I am back here again. I am able to recognize this level of consciousness, it is one I have spent too much time trying to escape. The all to familiar annoyances have been waiting for my arrival. So much has changed and so much remains the same. Same old story with different faces. 

I spend a good deal of time ascending and expanding consciousness, I am getting pretty good at it, but then I wake up and here I am again, forced to begin again. I should know better when I notice that my conscious environment improves and I am in the flow of consciousness someone or something notices that I do not belong and expect that they will send me back, here.

At times I feel a bit like Dorothy, but unlike Dorothy I kind of prefer Oz to home. This multidimensional dream world is a bit confusing at times, but now that I am aware of what I am experiencing I could never settle for that which is called normal. 

One thing that I am noticing as I wake up in this contracted consciousness, I carry with me that which I have gained. I know how to get back and I have discovered that even though not much has changed here (wherever here is), I have changed, significantly and I can effect change wherever I end up. 

With each cycle I push farther than the previous. I cannot enter a level of consciousness without changing it in some way. What chaos do I provoke in places I do not belong? What order do I invoke? I sense purpose in my travels. I am seeing as a catalyst to further the expansion of consciousness. 

Conscious expansion may be forced to contract, but conscious evolution is permanent and infinite. It is mine for all times. Like I have stated many times in previous posts to my antagonists, see you soon...

The cycle continues and time is irrelevant. Ready or not, here I come, again. 

Journal: Notta Care in...

I don't have a care in the world. This new state of being has been slowly invading my consciousness. I welcome it, but it is a bit unsettling at times.

I have been conditioned to work for what I want so I am a bit beside myself at times. I have to admit that it is difficult to drift in the flow of consciousness in the midst of those that view this conscious reality as finite and physical. 

I seem to spend more time waiting for consciousness to respond than taking actions that seem to complicate the process. All things come to those that wait (didn't mean much before).

Journal: On The Edge

I am now realizing that consciousness is unfolding before me. Everything is happening on the edge of conscious thought. With each step I take conscious expansion accommodates my actions. My interaction is directly related to the choices provided by my conscious experience. 

I now see that my current environment was manifested from previous and current thoughts. I can begin to interpret my conscious environment,and those characters within. If there is any question why something has happened, I can reference a particular previous thought or action responsible for that experience. 

That which I focus upon is at the edge of my experiences. I am witnessing the whole of consciousness accommodating my thoughts and manifesting them in real time.  

I am not good at directing my thoughts to obtain a certain outcome. I have a habit of focusing on undesirable outcomes. That is changing. Once you are able to observe this reality on the edge of thought everything begins to fall into place. 

What has caught my attention, again, is the manner in which consciousness is able to accommodate everyone within my conscious reality. I am noticing how a family member can alter my conscious reality; in a way infecting it with their temperament, thoughts and perceptions.  It is overtly fascinating. 

Journal: Monday

Today is Monday. I live a simple life without fear and with content expectations of what is to come. 

I am still being watched by an organized group of people for reasons I do not fully understand. The people with higher energy levels I rarely see and that is possibly due to the surveillance mentioned above. Those that watch me have descended into the murky waters of my conscious background feeding upon the bottom where they belong content in their reality. 

I still do not understand what they have to fear. Aside from my vengeful momentary thoughts for those that have aided in my own destruction, I now spend very little time in that state of mind. It is no longer my concern (nor should it be) the fate of those that willingly participate in abominable acts, for it is those acts that will define their experiences within the confines of consciousness. Where it was once a delight to bear witness to karmic retribution, I have lost interest. It is difficult to be concerned with the consequences of others when focused upon the manifestation of the now.

What has occurred in the past was manifested by thoughts and actions of a confused and benighted stated of mind. It is not necessary to remember the past when you follow that knowing within. 

So, again, it is Monday. Another day within a cycle of time that no longer seems like any other day of the same name. It is quite a gift when the veil of sameness no longer obscures the expansion of consciousness. 

Thank you...

Journal: Blacklisted

I was unable to access this site from public wifi at an American military facility's waiting room. Reason given is that the site is blacklisted. 

This is kind of interesting since Google provides blacklisted data to ISPs and this is a google blog. So I suspect that this might be limited. 

I'll see what I can do to correct this. I am well aware that my material concerning ascencion was being watched by other nefarious organizations, but not at the level of the military and federal agencies. 

I was content with the level of dissemination from this blog. Let's see what happens when I take it to another level...

Update: Apparently this blog is possibly an adult site or purveyor of pornography. This might not have been as nefarious as I suspected. Still need to step up my dissemination of this info.

This reality is such a kick in the ass.

Journal: Row, Row, Row Your Boat

I have mentioned that I surf waves of consciousness. I am getting better at this, now. I remember surfing in Hawaii, the old guys would arrive at the break and I would notice that everyone was watching them. The old guys could anticipate the sets well before anyone else. They would move into position and everyone would follow. 

One time the old guys took off heading off to the side where the water was deeper. Worried that I was missing something, I looked around and couldn't see anything and stayed put. I looked back toward the beach and then to the ocean and saw what they were avoiding. I did not have enough time to get to deeper water between the breaks. A set of three 15 foot waves worked me to near exhaustion. I learned that the best thing to do at that time was to ride it out, don't fight it. The old guys were tapped into the flow of the ocean and probably much more. I see why they had the respect of the other surfers. 

Consciousness is very much like an ocean. There are waves, currents, and streams flowing back to the source. Most of us spend a lifetime going against this force, going against the flow of consciousness and end up getting worked, pounded and lost. 

I spent a good part of my life looking for someone to teach me about life and show me how to navigate and avoid rough waters. I have come to realize that the teachers are all around me. They always have been and always will be.

The greatest and most important teacher is life itself. Consciousness is an ever expanding dream we call life. But, as with everything, you need experience in order to interpret and navigate this ever changing conscious environment. 

My dreams have taught me the true nature of my conscious environment. Many of my unconscious dreams take place on or near a beach of an endless body of water (on the shores of consciousness). 

Within the vast expanse of consciousness and the infinite waves of possibilities it is easy to get distracted. There are bread crumbs to help you find your way back on point. Seemingly silly songs become beacons of truth and usher in waves of contentment. When I get off track I remember this song, Row, row, row your boat (do the work) gently (be attentive and respectful) down the stream (go with the flow of consciousness) merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily (be joyful and content) life is but a dream (remember life's true nature). 

And just one more thing, don't be afraid to get wet.

Journal: Never Say Never

As I think about the latest and ongoing attempts at ascension, I am reminded of the one person that shouted at me as he rode by on his bicycle, "you will 'never' make it", as I cycled up Mt. Hamilton. I have come a long way from that moment (when I did not realize the true nature of this reality).

Much has changed since that moment. I have changed. With experiences gained comes the inevitable expansion of consciousness. Once this expansion has occurred there cannot be a return or compression. There is profound truth when someone states that there is value in the journey of life and the experiences gained than the accomplishments. 

I have noticed a recent change in my unconscious and conscious dreams. I also know that my recovery from whatever was done to change my level of consciousness will be swift. Experience has taught me that my time is relative to expanding conscious states and time is irrelevant within the whole of infinite consciousness. 

I have noticed a change in the kinds of people that I encounter in my conscious physical reality. What attracts my attention is the false, or artificial nature of it. Although it is a more sanitized version, it is unable to keep pace with my constant appetite for further expansion. The transient nature of this physical reality is overwhelming, change is everlasting. 

In the absence of time past, present, and future coalesce. My unconscious and subconscious constantly reminds me, it is not that I will 'never' make it, it is that I haven't yet realized that I already have. That is the true nature of enlightened ascension. This is now far easier to digest. 

To those that attempt to obstruct my eventual expansive ascension, if what I say is true then we have already met and if there is one thing to know about me is that I 'never' give up. See you soon...