Sancho Panza wrote yesterday:

Subject: Angels and Demons

I am, as always, a stranger! There is no depth to anything or to me… just like one of those dolls made up of gathered things… that’s what I feel like!

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I replied:

Context?

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Sancho replied:

Sloan, you say that you get “corrections” by something…. angels, you say…. I say microbes.

Like you, I think I am being “guided” also by something that can affect my body/mind… I suppose that some would say that it is “just your conscience” but I don’t think so… I am not much into morality, besides, these are actual sensations associated with my interactions with people or resulting from those interactions… I want to know if this is the way that you perceive/sense people when you get close to them? What I mean is whether you get physical sensations… like when you say that you’ve been “poisoned”?

The phrase or insight I sent to you before, came from somewhere inside of me as a result a close interaction with a woman who was probing me to answer how I was feeling(about her, I suppose… women seem to always think it’s all about them, lol).

I know that you are busy with all the school stuff… so don’t give this too much effort!!!

Sancho

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I replied:

Hi, Sancho -

I often get sensations, in the moment, when conversing with someone else. Not ongoing sensations. It won’t be there, then it’s there. The sensations can be pleasant, but most often they are more like warnings, or reads, on either how I am doing in the conversation, or on the other person. Perhaps radar, sonar, tuning fork analogies work fairly well. Sometimes I hear something telepathically, not from another person, but seemingly from outside me, but it relates to the other person. Sometimes I simply know something which I did not know, which pertains to a person with whom I am conversing, or have conversed recently. None of it feels like it comes from my conscious self, nor from my mind. It seems to come either from other, or from/through a second set of senses which were installed or awakened in me. In the latter case, it is part of me, but there seems to be a dialogue between that part of me and other. Again, none of it is steady, continuous, but it is always ready to come on line, so to speak, when I am awake, as opposed to when I am sleeping.

All of that is very different from feeling poisoned, which is how I feel most of the time. It waxes and wanes in intensity, and the flavor of the poisons varies from bad, to rough, to horrible, to perceived terminal. A part of that seems like a constant base note, which I associate with karma at this stage of my understanding, rooted in my having molested my younger sister when she was 5 and I was 15. That part is the bowel dysfunction. The other part of it, which is in addition, is mostly the poison variations and additional bowel discomfort, even to extreme discomfort. That, I associate with spirit garbage moving into me from situations coming toward me to be engaged by me. It’s like bad weather coming in, which I feel before I see it and know what it relates to and get a measure of just how rough and dirty is the spirit component. As I engage its human proxy/situation on this world and move into that, the poison and pain often increase until I have penetrated it all the way, and then it begins to recede. The human proxy situation can be one other person, several other people, a community of other people, a city, a county, a state, a country, usually USA, a religion, usually some or a lot of Christendom, and even the human species. Usually these days, I seem to be dealing with multiple bad weather fronts at various stages of engagement inside of me. I view that as shaman work, for want of a better label. I view the external part of the engagement, speaking to other people, writing to them, publishing about it, as priest work, for want of a better label.

The external part of engagements is monitored, guided, corrected by internal sensations such as I tried to explain in the first paragraph above. Sometimes I go off on tangents and misread the internal sensations, get carried away with my thoughts, drives, etc. perhaps helps explain it better. That’s where dreams come in. I dream about everything I am engaging, often before I even know it’s there to engage. Dreams are the core guidance system. They are designed just for me, and probably would be gibberish to anyone else who had them. They are created/designed/choreographed to relate to my own individual experiences throughout my life in this incarnation. They are mostly symbolic, encoded, and the meaning sometimes is clear on waking, but often the meaning only becomes clear as a waking episode progresses and realizations come, or something happens and I know that was what a dream was about. Sometimes, I never understand what a dream was about. The dreams seem to be produced from outside of my psyche, although I suppose a part of my pysche is involved in the production and the rest of what I am trying to describe here.

I suppose at some level there is some sort of agreement in my psyche with other, for me, the human, to be having the suprahuman and superhuman experiences, which are ongoing parallel to the ordinary human engagements and sensations. Of course, I was not always like this, but I am like this now. Of course, it is mostly awful, but it was awful before it started to be like this, and back then I was clueless about the suprahuman and superhuman aspects which may have been in play all along out of my conscious understanding, or may have been “turned on” and then I was moved into learning how to engage them and cope and live with them, all in addition to the karma, of which I was clueless, and probably there is still plenty of karma of which I am clueless, and plenty of other stuff of which I am clueless. The unconscious/subconscious is huge compared to the conscious.

My core perspective of all of it is this is my journey, my evolution, acceleration; it has nothing to do with anyone else, and I need to keep ever aware of that. Even so, I am pretty sure it is not original with me, although some of the variations may be unique to me. There is considerable literature and lore of humans being singled out by spirit elements to be taken into something entirely different from the people around them. In that literature and lore, these cut out of the herd people are put into life experiences which are fuel/fodder/grist for their spirit development, if the experiences are engaged in a spirit/alchemical/out of the box way, and not in a familiar ego, knee-jerk, mainstream way. Or, if not engaged in a human way, but in what humans would view as an inhuman, or an unhuman, way. All of which, of course, creates much sense of isolation and loneliness in the cut out of the herd pilgrim, often hapless tortured victim seems a better label to the pilgrim.

Since early 2005, I have been alone in this experience. Before that, there usually was a woman in the experience with me. Nothing like a woman around for the angels to use her to grind me up even more than I otherwise am ground up. It becomes two separate bodies of spiritual alchemy, when there is a woman around, especially when we are together physically. Some of the sensations we experience together simply have no human counterpart and cannot be explained in a way anyone not having the experiences could comprehend or appreciate.

I used to call that “paradise mating”, but it so often seemed like a plunge into abject hell and pain (perhaps euphemistically called ‘holy purifying fire”), that I wondered why it was given to me to call it “paradise mating”? It overall was no fun, period, for the women, who tended to be less able to cope with/understand/accept being captured/cut out the herd. I am pretty sure that was due to (a) the extreme prejudice against the feminine in this species, and (2) women being fundamentally “earth” in makeup, and men being fundamentally “spirit” in makeup – mirror opposites, as the human plumbing components seem to indicate. I bring paradise mating up because perhaps that is what is lurking for you. This is the second time you have mentioned a woman to me, who was affecting you. The other time, mariposa was a label you, or she, used. Maybe in 2003 or 2004.

I found myself thinking yesterday, I think it from time to time, that the seven women I had as wives, and some girlfriends, all very different, opened up different parts of me, and, I suppose, I opened up different parts of them. For better and, I suppose, for worse, depending on whose point of view is engaged; which, of course, might be a really limited point of view compared to the suprahuman and superhuman points of view. It was when I was with wife 3, 1988-1995, that the suprahuman and superhuman really came online, although it actually began nine months before I met her, and, yep, a woman was in on that, too. She was sleeping beside me in her bed in her home in Los Alamos, when it visibly and viscerally began for me in the wee hours, which first conscious “visitation” from angels I have described many times.

I imagine it doesn’t start the same way for any two people, and I imagine there are uncountable ways it can proceed. I have known a few people for whom it proceeded somewhat like it proceeded for me. People with whom I was, or became, very close. I frankly cannot relate to your microbe talk, and I wonder if you would be better served by dispensing with the biological assignment of cause and simply call it other, since you do seem to feel/think it is coming from beyond your consciousness/intellect, which it always does when it begins and proceeds.

I see I got long-winded, but I came out of nap dreams which indicated I was to let it all hang out, but I knew not in what all situations. I came out of the grog, finally, dragged myself out of bed and went to my laptop and there you were, with your questions. I suppose there are other situations coming, to which the dreams apply as well. I’m pretty sure school district stuff is one, as I recall dreaming of that fun arena during the nap. It’s all a big unfolding mystery, like watching a love horror action adventure movie for the first time, without reading any of the reviews or seeing any previews. I wish I could recommend it to others, but the best I suppose I can offer is what it looks like to me and commiseration. And, yes, there are angels and there are demons, and getting used to that and coming to discern between is an ongoing adventure, to give it as nice a label as I presently can conjure.

Sloan

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Sancho replied:

Thank you, Sloan!

I am always amazed at you and at your memory! Much of what you say here is pretty scary to me… I definitely did not ask for or want any part of becoming a conduit for spiritual forces to advance the species or serve as exorcist priest or shaman. I believe that moments of intimacy can open up these portals of alternate perception… but actually, this is the first time that I’ve heard you mention that you were in bed with a woman when that first angelic visitation occurred… it makes sense!

You also say that you have found that once something is presented to you as a task (not of your own choice but rather placed on your way by spirit forces), the only way to clear it is too fully engage it until you exhaust its karmic power over you and the pain stops. I am sorry, but either I don’t have your sense of total confidence in your protectors/guides or I am just a natural coward and will rather go alone with the initial doom/gloom sensations that warn me before I engage myself further in a situation, that this fight is not one I can win… or better yet, one that is not worth fighting for.

But we do share the same sense of alienation… I think! It would be so nice to be with the perfect woman to share life and to be able to rest knowing that we are not alone….. and perhaps that vision is but a dream… and like all dreams, vanishes when we awake.

Sancho Plugging alone

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I replied:

Maybe not entirely alone, but your scientist mind doesn’t want to admit it.

I thought to myself after writing back to you, that I much prefer this sort of discussion, which takes me back into the heart of my training and experiences, than I like talking and writing about school stuff, or most of what else which has to do with politics.

You really should be really scared of what I described, for it is really scary. It still scares me, because of places I have been with it, which were awful and terrifying and really dangerous beyond human comprehension. I have no choice now but to trust the angels who “adopted me”, as I have no clue how to go further without them, even as I bitch and moan plenty about how they treat me. The past two weeks have been terrible, and when they woke me up at 2:30 a.m. this morning with a dream about my needing to write today about No Name Key, which became half of today’s double header post, I shot them a bird and called them mother fuckers. Leading up to the Winter Solstice, I seemed to be mending physically, but that all went far south of south when the Solstice arrived, and it’s been awful-squared ever since.

I should have included in what I wrote to you earlier, you have heard it before, that I was at the end of my rope, and knew it, when I prayed to God for help in early 1987, and offered my life to human service. The prayer was answered about ten days later by two angels (Jesus and Archangel Michael. I much later realized) coming to me in the wee hours and waking me up, as my girlfriend slept beside me in her bed in her home in Los Alamos, of all places. A biologist, she worked in one of the labs up there, and was experimenting with using vegetation to soak up the toxic chemicals the other labs up there were pouring into the ground and water table. She was also a mystic. As were the women I was put with after her. All of them were able to and did hear from angels.

What I observed over the years since that night Jesus and Michael came and told me, “This will push you to your limits, but you asked for it and we are going to give it to you,” and then they zapped me with three successive bolts of spiritual lightning, is the kind of treatment I would receive and still am getting does not work for people who do not, as I did, come to the end of their rope, and know they are at the end of their rope, and they beg God for help, with or without offering their lives to human service.

Only one person I met was at that same desperate place, and she would become wife 6. Of the people I knew who were offered what I was being given, she alone seemed to actually want it, and she alone seemed to really move into it. It was super volatile for her, and thus for us; not only because of her internal psycho-spiritual process, but also because I was being burned alive, too.

The Fall from Paradise was a real event for this species on this planet. In the spirit, it was the rejection of the feminine by this species. The recovery of that is beyond human comprehension, as that 6th wife and I both were to see in hearts and in spades. The other paradise mating partners given to me felt it far more than they actually saw and accepted it. Only to a point were they able, or willing, to go. The recovery of the feminine is not, in my opinion, going to happen in this species, unless it is simply given to the species in some form of supernatural intervention.

Eventually, it became more than wife 6 and I could bear, and when we parted in late November 2000, on Maui, I was told to go to Big Pine Key. I had no money, but things happened and I made it to Big Pine Key on a Greyhound bus about two weeks later. I was told to stay on the bus and go on down to Key West, I suppose because that was an easier place to be homeless than was Big Pine Key. In the spring of 2006, as I wrote in today’s the pro-grid homeowners on No Name Key slaughtered themselves, and that’s who they really ought to sue post, I was moved to Little Torch Key, one key down US 1 from Big Pine Key.

A somewhat wacko humorous aside, over a piece of really good homemade key lime pie tonight at Coco’s Kitchen on Big Pine Key, an older fellow, who had been a lawyer in the US Department of Justice in Washington, D.C., and had met and married his wife there, she was a D.C. native, kept saying Warshington. I often had heard people from around there say Warshington, when they meant Washintgon, and out of the blue, over that delicious pie, I had a mystical revelation. They call it WARshington because it is the capitol of the Military-Industrial Complex. WARshington is where America decides to go to war.

Sloan

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My impression of Sancho over the years is he takes on various causes, engagements, until, as he wrote, he sees there is no point in going further. So far, he has not reached that point with me. For me, it is pretty much the opposite. I go into each arranged engagement with a core view that it’s a hopeless cause and the only reason I am given it to do is to be further purified, and to further accelerate and deepen and widen my own spirit vibration. If something changes externally as the result of my efforts, wonderful; but I do not hold my breath wating for any external change to occur.

My impression of reading about Jesus in the New Testament is that was how he went about things. He was in communion with angels. He engaged what was given to him to engage. He did his best. Then, he moved on. Archangel Michael told wife 6 and me that is how angels live: they receive engagements; they engage. Michael told us we were being taught to live like angels. Easier said than done, of course. Maybe it would be easier if I could see what Michael and Jesus see, but I don’t see what they see, because mystery is a core ingredient of this journey.

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Rosa Mystica

Sweet Mystery

Blood of Christ

Living water

without which

there are no Rainbows

and God is dead.

(transmission in March 1994, in Boulder, Colorado)

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Jesus’ muse, his Rosa Mystica, was Mary Magdalene. That is crystal clear in the  Gospels, for those with a functioning internal feminine.

Anyone with only a half-way functioning internal feminine knew it was a terrible idea to send American troops to war in Iraq, and then in Afghanistan.

Anyone with only a half-way functioning internal feminine can see the cure for what all ails America is a massive Estrogen injection. Fat chance of that view prevailing in a testostrone-driven, sort of rhymes with T-Rex-driven, country.

Sloan Bashinsky

sloanbashinsky@hotmail.com

This floated in on a rising tide yesterday, and led to some back and forth tides:

From: Rising Tide

rtflkeys@gmail.com To: RTFLKEYS@gmail.com Subject: Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 07:00:11 -0500

If you care about our Keys environment read on. If not, delete this message.

Are you fed up?

· Sick of the county and the cities continually changing their comprehensive plans to suit developers?

· Tired of the utilities being more interested in selling water and kilowatts than helping the Keys make a serious and rapid transition to alternate energy?

· Stupefied that Key West would dredge a channel to bring in even bigger cruise ships, that Crane Point in Marathon would be allowed to build a zip line in a protected area to entice even more tourists, that county planners would push for a shopping mall on Rockland Key, or that an electric utility would build on a protected coastal area?

· Stymied by local environmental groups that still hope for voluntary action? Or convene endless meetings and then issue un-acted upon reports?

· Or fed up by the greenwashing by local governments and businesses that think that if we just recycled more we’d stop the ravages of global warming?

Meanwhile, the oceans are rising, the reef is dying, fishing stocks are depleted, and calamitous weather is striking all over the globe.

If you’re not fed up by any of this then delete this message and you’ll never hear from us again.

But if you are disgusted by the continual erosion of our environment while developers, government and the chambers only want more, then join us now.

We’re Rising Tide of the Florida Keys.

Rising Tide is an international, all-volunteer, grassroots network of groups and individuals who

· Organize locally

· Promote community-based solutions to the climate crisis and

· Take direct action to confront the root causes of climate change.

We do not believe that the dominant, business-friendly means of addressing climate change will have any significant impact on preventing catastrophic global warming. Nor do we accept the idea that environmental groups must cozy up to governmental organizations in order to effect change. That has not worked.

Want to hear more? If you’re interested in helping us form an active and aggressive Rising Tide chapter here in the Keys, one of the most vulnerable areas to global warming, then respond to this email and we’ll be in touch.

It’s time we took action to stop business as usual.

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I replied:

From: sloan bashinsky [mailto:keysmyhome@hotmail.com] Sent: Monday, January 28, 2013 8:38 AM To: rtflkeys@gmail.com Subject: RE: climate change

How about sending me a list of all of your Florida Keys members, so I will know who you are.

And, how about also sending me a list of changes you say need to happen in the Florida Keys, to slow down climate change.

And, if you have a website, send me a link so I can look it over.

Thanks,

Sloan Bashinsky

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Rising Tide replied:

From: rtflkeys@gmail.com To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com Subject: RE: climate change Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 09:22:05 -0500

http://risingtidenorthamerica.org/gtide

We don’t have Keys members Sloan because we are just organizing, as the email said. We’ll be developing what needs to happen in the Keys but it’s no mystery. I don’t think you’d be a good fit Sloan.

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I replied to Rising Tide:

From: sloan bashinsky [mailto:keysmyhome@hotmail.com] Sent: Monday, January 28, 2013 10:47 AM To: rtflkeys@gmail.com Subject: RE: climate change

My requests were reasonable, your knee-jerk reaction was not.

I wonder if my response had been to swallow hook, line and sinker what you cast my way, you next would have requested a donation?

So far, I don’t see anything about you into which to fit.

In case you haven’t looked around, there are plenty of blogs and outfits loudly promoting online much the same you are promoting, some do it just because, some to get donations.

I don’t see them giving up their automobiles, though, and walking and riding bicycles and taking public transportation, or at the very least down-sizing to motorcycles. I don’t see them in houses or apartments covered with solar panels. I don’t see them growing their own food using the old methods which do not require oil or natural gas to produce.

I can’t see anyone living in the Keys not seeing the most environmentally friendly thing they can do for the Keys and the planet is to move to the mainland. But we down here, who claim to be environmentalists, don’t move to the mainland for that reason.

More down to earth, a recent Facebook exchange with a climate change amiga in Key West, who has lots of stop climate change friends down here and in Europe, which is her origin:

Erika Biddleshared a link.

January 22

Marcy Murninghan

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The Myth of Human Progress

www.alternet.org

The technical and scientific forces that created a life of unparalleled luxury—as well as unrivaled military and economic power—for the industrial elites are the forces that now doom us.

Sloan Bashinsky my scruffy opinion – This species is too numerous, too diverse, and too mixed up to be changed by human methods. A global cataclysm might bring about species change. A jolting supernatural intervention in plain view might bring about species change. A supernatural intervention into the soul of individual members of this species might bring about change in them, and might bring about change in the species, if it happens across the board in individual members. Otherwise, I think things on this world are going to continue to decline. Hope I’m proven wrong.

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Chris Hedges’ article in the link Erika provided was about as cheery, although longer, as my reply to Erika.

More to the point, Rising Tide.

Looks to me that the only way people can avert what part of climate change is human caused, and not nature caused (the planet has warmed in the past without human help), is to exterminate about 90 percent of the invasive species, ie. people. Hopefully, that can be achieved in a non-environmentally destructive way, which the native buzzards and other native carrion feeders and the planet will appreciate. May I suggest mass suicide outdoors, using guns and knives?

Sloan

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Rising Tide replied:

From: rtflkeys@gmail.com To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com Subject: RE: climate change Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 10:51:20 -0500

You have magnificently and brilliantly proven my point. No need to write back.

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I replied:

From: keysmyhome@hotmail.com To: rtflkeys@gmail.com Subject: RE: climate change Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 10:53:00 -0500

Because you went outside and eliminated your contribution to the problem?

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In one part of their website, Rising Tide says they put their bodies in front of bulldozers to stop the building of new dams to create hydroelectric power.

Perhaps Rising Tide should rent and watch “The Emerald Forest”, about stopping bulldozers tearing down ancient Amazon forests and building a huge dam across a wild natural river.  The movie demonstrates in perhaps Hollywood fashion, perhaps there was some real truth, how a white teenager, stolen in his very early years by a wild Amazon tribe, used shamanic gifts the tribe had taught him to summon nature and all of its creatures and a huge rain storm to flood the river above the dam his own white father had engineered and supervised its building, to knock the dam down. By that time his father had found him and was being initiated into the aboriginal tribe and was working in league with them to defeat the bulldozers and the dam.

There is a great deal aboriginal shamen can do, which modern people cannot fathom or believe, but the training is long and intense, and I have yet to meet or hear of any modern white shamen, including myself, who seemed able to do that kind of shaman work. I would do it if I knew how.

I would call in a Category 5 hurricane to landfall Key West and run the entire length of the Florida Keys. I bet the Rising Tide folks would love that, but I doubt they would love being run over by bulldozers and ground into little pieces mixed with dirt and vegetation, and biologically returned to nature. And I don’t see them killing themselves, and in that way encouraging other members of the invasive species to follow suit.

Another way to reduce carbon emissions, which people, including Bible thumpers who claim all things with God are possible, keep telling me is impossible, while the angels who drive me nuts say is possible, is to invent an engine that runs on water and uses the hydrogen for fuel and releases the oxygen into the atmosphere.

Another way to reduce carbon emissions is to ban tobacco smoking. I suppose, pound for pound, a person who smokes one pack of cigarettes a day puts out as much air pollution as an 18-wheel tractor trailer, a jet air plane, a cruise ship, a sugarcane factory, a coal-fired power plant, etc.

I read some time ago that Boulder, Colorado, where I once lived, outlawed tobacco smoking in all public establishments except saloons, and then that city outlawed smoking outside. Zero-minus of chance of Key West, or anywhere else in the Florida Keys, following suit.

It is the height of hypocrisy to smoke tobacco and be against global warming.

Ditto for using wood-burning stoves for heat and being against global warming.

Ditto for using air conditioning, or gas, oil or electricity for heating, and be against global warming.

I suppose the same argument can be made against smoking marijuana, although most marijuana smokers don’t smoke nearly as many joints a day as your average cigarette smoker.

Which brings me back to the resolution the invasive species has the ability to achieve, which I don’t imagine the Rising Tide folks will use. Mass suicide outdoors.

Perhaps if the Rising Tide folks had done their homework, they would have known the only person who ever ran for public office down here in the Keys, who met and actually exceeded their standards, was me. If The Rising Tide folks had seen the clobbering I got at the polls, they would have known they were wasting their breath trying to recruit Keys environmentalists to stand in front of bulldozers.

I know maybe a dozen Keys people who regularly stand in front of their local elected officials and tell them they are operating the bulldozers and cruise ships, and polluting the ocean. I never saw, or heard, any of those maybe 12 publicly campaign for me.

Back to the Category 5 resolution, which would return the Florida Keys to the equivalent of the Ice Age and put an extreme chill on development.

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

Sloan Bashinsky Hi, Jim. Watched the video, dozed off a few times when the ACLU lawyer was speaking. The International Law lawyer seemed more on top of it. The issue was whether the President should be able to order execution of Americans overseas, who were determined to be traitors working for the enemy, without American Judicial or Congressional oversight or review, was my lay/lawyer take on it. Lots of gray areas. Wonder, will that some day be extended to Americans on America soil? I didn’t see anything resolved during the discussion at the War College. My ornery/pessimistic view, expressed in today’s post, is unchanged. It has been my view for a while. The US died, and these are the death throes. Might have gone differently if karma was generally understood and accepted.

I also wondered, wonder, if I and other Americans will be targeted for death, for “unpatriotic” writing and speaking? The First Amendment was passed to protect and encourage such expression, which I imagine the ACLU lawyer and the International lawyer both would say. But who knows how it will go down for people who speak out loudly against the leadership of America and the military-industrial complex General Eisenhower warned Americans about when he was leaving this 2nd Presidential term?

Jim Brooks Sloan, my take is first consider the context.  If you’re within U.S. borders, you fall under U.S. laws and jurisdiction.  When you’re outside the U.S., the jurisdiction is international law and something I think most Americans know little about as we think our law trumps all others.  Regardless of what one thinks, their is a legal process being undertaken in drone strikes.  Obviously, there is a debate about due process but most agree that our actions conform with international law.  I’m far from being a lawyer but who is jumping up and down saying the U.S. is wrong?  For one thing, they are being quoted by Al Jazeera which is about as balanced as Fox News or MSNBC (pick your poison).  But at the end of the day, I think this administration welcomes the challenges and until someone is tried for international war crimes (Sorry, I don’t think we don’t fit that category) it’s going to be a “take no prisoners” mentality.

Sloan Bashinsky Hi again, Jim My impression, still, is the debate in the video you provided was about kill orders issued by the President, without US Judicial or Congressional oversight, approval or review, against US Citizens abroad determined by the US Government intelligence agencies to be making war against the US, in league with foreign countries or terrorists organizations making war against the US. That is what I see may very well might end up being applied to Americans inside of America.

The drone strikes seem to be another issue altogether, which the International lawyer discussed some, but the ACLU lawyer seemed focused only on Presidential kill orders against Americans overseas deemed to be making war against the US.

My redneck view is, if you are an American and you go overseas and join al Qaeda, Hamas, etc. and work with them against the US, you are fair game for targeted killing. You are no different from Osama bin Laden and have no due process rights. Alas, who reviews the executioners in such situations? Like, who reviewed G.W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, Condoleezza Rice, after it was learned there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq – not to mention Iraq had never attacked the US.

It’s not much different from watching spy-terrorist movies, except nobody really gets killed in the movies. And, there is no sequel in the movies showing the karma, which really does take no prisoners.

Sloan

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On Key West’s Tree Commission RICO operation, Nashville replied to the day before yesterday’s more Pearl Harbor lookout news from Key West, and a Hurricane Sandy landfall there post:

Sloan

I would love to know what was said in the phone conversation mentioned here:

“Rebecca said that didn’t sound like the Shawn Smith she knew, and she was going to call him right then and there. “Sandy said, not long afterward she saw Asplundh and Keys Energy Services tree crews running around Old Town Key West chopping tree limbs in power lines back to the trunk. Butchering trees. The kind of limb cutting the Tree Commission would have buried Sandy’s tree company for doing.”

What was the “magic” words that Rebecca used?? The City has previously stonewalled and failed to cut the limbs when brought up in the past. I would like to think that someone would keep up the fight against the Tree Nazi’s but certainly understand why Sandy would be tired of fighting it. Have a good weekend on the reef!

J

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I replied:

Hi, J – Not only would I have liked to have been a fly on the wall in Shawn Smith’s office when Rebecca Jetton called him, I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when Shawn met with Ronald Ramsingh and perhaps other city employees about his phone call from Rebecca, and perhaps from the fellow at the Public Service Commission, and perhaps from other Florida and US agencies.

I spaced out including in what I wrote today, that it was looking to Sandy and me, and to a local tree company fellow, that the City was gouging the public out of several million US dollars a year. After I published that, Sean Kinney, who write for the Keynoter and I both made Public Information Records requests to the City re its revenues via the Tree Commission. I wanted all the way back to its inception, but what they furnished was back about 10 years, as I recall. It was a paltry take, but names of people who paid the Tree Commission/City, and the amounts they paid, were on the spreadsheet.

One person was former City Mayor, then City Commissioner Jimmy Weekley. Sandy asked Jimmy about it and he said he’d never had personal dealings with the Tree Commission, nor had he paid any money to it/the City. Sandy made the same inquiry of several other people in the spreadsheet and got the same response Jimmy had provided. Sandy and I concluded the spreadsheet was bogus.

As for recovering what really was gouged out of the private property owners by the Tree Commission/City, I think that will take either a criminal prosecution by the new State Attorney Cathy Vogel, or a civil RICO lawsuit filed by Key West private property owners who were gouged by the Tree Commission/City. The plaintiff/s have to have personal standing, have to have been personally gouged, to bring such a civil lawsuit. Sandy could bring a lawsuit, but only for her tree company, is how it looks to me. I don’t think that’s her job.

Of course, whether or not private property owners who were gouged by the Tree Commission/City will step up to the plate and bring a civil RICO or other kind of damage suit against the City, I suppose I won’t hold my breath on that, given the very strong likelihood of rough retaliation in a variety of ways the City Government can dream up, not to mention what Conchs can dream up on their own. Which, of course, leads back to new State Attorney Cathy Vogel.

I cornered her and her feel good Republican opponent at a Key Largo candidate forum not long before the general election last fall, and told them that Key West’s Tree Commission was a RICO enterprise, and I hoped whichever one of them got elected would go after it. The looks on their faces, and the quick dismissal of me from their conversation I had interrupted, did not give me high hope that either of them would take on the Key West Government, or the Conchs, in that way. Which prosecution literally could put the City out of business if the gouging was as bad as it looked to Sandy and me; not to mention maybe several prominent City officials/employees being indicted, convicted and sent to prison.

Perhaps with a rare exception here and there, most people who run for office tend to say whatever they hope will get them votes; but when they get into office, amnesia quickly sets in, along with heartlessness, gutlessness, spinelessness, and it is obvious their assholes and mouths are interchangeable.

Something I also spaced out in today’s post, on what I think a new mayor should try to do, is conduct his/her own RICO investigation into the Tree Commission/City. And, to try to make required that all new development and all redevelopment have maximum solar panels to produce electricity the development can use and/or sell back to the local electric company. Maybe more will float into my thoughts later.

Sloan

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Both enterprises (Drone Nation and Key West) look to me like they could stand a huge infusion of the Divine Feminine. I seriously doubt, though, that there would be enough hospitals in America or in Key West to receive and keep on life support the patients she created, were she to make such a grande entrance. Sloan Bashinsky

Alabama Crimson Tide super-star Junior quarterback A.J. McCarron behind several 1st-round pro football draft picks

From a childhood friend in Birmingham, Alabama, just after the BSC Championship game ended last night:

Pawn: “The harder I work, the sooner I become a King!”

King: “The harder He works, the longer I will be a King!

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That yesterday, and this from Erika Biddle of Key West, vacationing in Columbia, South America:

Erika Biddle hola Sloan – a little something to share XOE Sloan Bashinsky reminds me of me and the winged ones, they being the larger chess piece; maybe I should apply for disability

Erika Biddle

ha-ha-ha…yesterday I found something very funny in an “shamanic pharmacia” I’ll send you the photo via e-mail when I have steadier internet access hasta tarde XOE

Sloan Bashinsky

I have plenty enough trouble without the pharmicia, which might be most of tomorrow’s batshit crazy production, vis a vie the lady shaman in Brazil’s report on her journey re moi. God only knows what would happen if I took drug-assisted trips. I might not ever come back! Maybe that’s why the angels didn’t take me down that road, they knew I would just keep going!

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Email dialogue with the woman shaman living in Brazil, following up on recent email dialogue reported in the forest for the trees – American and human pasttime, two shamen bat that and a Divine Intervention of the feminine around post. It all makes up a tapestry being woven.

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Sloan,

It feels like tonight will be the night I will journey for you…. this morning, I felt drawn to having a ceremony, and a few hours later, I was feeling into the possible interconnectedness between what happened to you at 5 y.o with your mum and her friend, what you did to your sister at about 15 y.o. and what your brother’s passing was all about…. it feels like I will be moving around sex tonight… sex is in my opinion the one topic with the most denials to heal and the most potential for growth and enlightenment.  I should be in touch by phone next week some time, if not, by email at least.

For the record, I am 2 hrs ahead of you, and I will start my journey between 11 and midnight my time tonight, but I should hit the cosmos an hour later or so… I thought you should know…

About Kali:  She is not “mine”, but I have been struggling with my connection to her for a long time, unconsciously at first and consciously as off lately.  I feel her inside of me, and I feel myself to be a part of her…. that’s all.

USA karma: I have yet to find and feel a definition of karma that feels true… but for some time now, I have been feeling and moving around “time to pay your dues America”… so I agree with your take on Sandy, among others….

Brazil: I am alone here, Joe is in the USA keeping us going financially, while I work for his company here, and take care of my projects and our home….I can make Joe money, but I am still “blocked” there with my own initiatives..however I am finally evolving pass the point of taking this money block personally, as if I were a failure….

Ecuador: I was initiated in Amazonian shamanism there… Brazil is “only” a home, and where I hope/plan/work at having healing retreats.  For now, and as in the past, the people who have come here, have taken from me, and only some have recognized me a bit…  today, I am increasingly demanding rightful exchange at the risk of not having any “clients” but it is looking promising for the near future. Here is my healer website in-the-works still: http://www.healingstoryteller.com/

I have many more articles to upload but it will give you an idea. BTW, the writing is search engine optimized since I am trying to draw traffic… my personal writing is different, but I have to start connecting to others… I cannot continue to live on my own “planet”… that is not why I came here…

In talking about why I came here, both of my feature-length films are up online for different film festivals… http://www.cultureunplugged.com/storyteller/Donia_Mili

scroll down and you’ll find both under films

my number (no need to post my number on your blog!) which is a US number despite my being in Brazil: 973-___________

How can I follow your blog? I don’t see a way to follow it automatically….

Be well Sloan….

Your friend,

Donia

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Hi, Donia – while you are on the sex topic, there is my mother molesting me in my crib, and my mother entering me in a potty-training contest with her friends and their young children. She often boasted that her claim to fame as a mother was she had me potty-trained by the time I was one-year old. She would go berserk and beat me up pretty regularly, until, at age 5, I beat the living shit out of the son of one of her good friends, who had often bullyed me, until I exploded. I was exhilarated, liberated. We fought over my next door neighbor, a young raven-haired beauty.

The boy’s mother brought her innocent sweet little angel back to our home to show my mother what her little monster had done, which my mother had long egged me on to do. His face looked like it had been stuck in a bee hive I thought it looked great. My mother looked at me like she was going to throw up and fled to her bedroom. I think she saw in that boy’s face the rage she had beaten into me. After that, I always pulled my punches in fist fights, and missed out on that part of growing up. I was very late reaching puberty, almost 17, and that ended my participation in normal sports activities American boys engage in, since no way I was going into a locker room and undress.

Again, my sense was, still is, my spirit handlers invited you to journey to them and converse with them about me. I do not see that travel itinerary in this email from you. Who knows what all that encounter might cover, but I still feel your meeting with my spirit handlers is the starting point, and all else follows. If it were me doing the journey, I would set aside all thoughts, agendas, and travel with a blank travel itinerary, other than trying to meet my spirit handlers.

Looks to me karma is part of the spirit physics of the Creation, and it can have peculiar ways of playing out, so peculiar the dots are though to connect. It was only in the past few years that I understood a chunk of my physical distress (G.I. tract) and perhaps other troubles experienced in this life were rooted in what I did to my sister. I had always assumed it was what my mother had done to me. It also is my understanding that no one can lift or obliterate their own karma; that can only be done from a spirit intervention in behalf of the person with the karma, which has been approved from “on high” – The Lords of Karma, if you wish.

In the early 1990s, I realized my inability to make money through what I was trained to do, was good at, was a spirit block and there was nothing I myself could do to overcome it. I was taught, the hard way, that I was not to commerce in spirit/healing work I did directly with/for other people. I was simply to do it, as it presented itself. Great fun, especially if you are living on the street, which I might be doing again, the way the money supply is looking, unless something happens pretty soon.

Have you read The Night of the Jaguar, by Michael Gruber? In it is an indigenous shaman from the rain forest of Columbia, who via some plant remedy he ingests becomes a 450 pound jaguar, a projection of the Jaguar Spirit into human form, to do some pretty rough work among Norte Americanos who want to cut down the rain forest where the shaman lives. Gruber is a very interesting author. He wanders into the other realms pretty well, in the four novels I have read. Jaguar is the third novel in a trilogy, and another novel is The Good Son, which is about Islam and Jungian Analysis and Sufism,  mostly set in the Kashmir area. I don’t know how Gruber came to know so much about so many different facets of human spiritual practices and psyche workings.

The easiest way I know for you to keep up with what I write daily is for me to send it to you by email, but it’s easy to go to www.goodmorningfloridakeys.com each morning and see what new is there, and perhaps more new at two other websites, with links provided to the other sites: www.goodmorningkeywest.com and www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. I don’t know how to set up an automatic feed to your email address from my websites, but I think some of my readers do that. I will try to remember to copy you with the daily missive, with links when the full text is not provided in the email, as was the case today, sent to about 350 people, daily.

Your phone number is not my readers’ business. If they wish to contact you, and you are okay with that, I will provide them with your email address. If I publish this back and forth tomorrow, I will remove your email address, but will leave in the links to your work.

Today was a seriously no good terrible bad day physically, worse even than Christmas Day, which was awful-cubed, but finally lifted in mid-afternoon. Nothing lifted so far today. I suppose I can lay some of that on your impending journey, and some of it on what I published today, link below, and might follow up on tomorrow.

Ciaosky

the work of the Devil in America

Next morning P.S.

If you journeyed last night, welcome back safe and well, I hope. I’m curious what transpired during your journey.

I should have included in what I wrote to you last night, that the reason my brother killed himself and tried to make it look like murder was he was a closet bi-sexual living in his hometown and its high society, he had a second wife and children by her, as well as children by his first wife, and somebody who knew he was bi-sexual and had it in for him was going to out him in public. His image was more important to him than anything, and he made an attempt to throw everyone off the scent by staging his death to look like other people killed him. That’s what I published many times and caught serious flack for. I had known since around 1970 that he was bisexual. My wives knew it, too. Was no big deal to me, or to my wives. But it was a big deal to my brother, who tried to persuade me that he was not bi-sexual in 1998, and when he saw he was not making progress, he discontinued the dialogue. Maybe if I had known what was going on with him, I could have helped him work through it, but we were estranged and there was no opportunity. Here below is the link to today’s raving at www.goodmorningfloridakeys.com. The local school board rot, which leads off and takes a while to wade through, you might wish to skip over. The rest of it is follow up on yesterday’s post, the link to which is provided somewhere in the text. Or, you can read today’s, and then scroll down to yesterday’s.

Sloan

plenty more blackboard and other alien nation jungle rot, and a few rays of sunshine – Florida Keys and way beyond

Donia’s report crossed my P.S. in time.

Good morning Sloan,

I decided to write you this morning about my shamanic journey, which I made for you, for it is still fresh and ready to be processed by you…I have done my part, and I feel whole with the understandings, and with the Message…

In my shamanic practice and in my emotional movement, I generally work with the Divine Feminine since it is my point of origin, and because it is what is needed today… Her Way, Her Will, Her Essence has to be reintegrated in our world, never to be ousted or disappear again.

The beginning of the ceremony was more challenging than usual, and believe you me I have encountered some difficulties.  One of the big issues, which is also a blessing I have been praying, is that the rain season finally kicked in and the soil and environment are humid—I live in a tropical desert. The bugs attacking me, the bats flying right above my head, my body sweating uncomfortably were all discomforts I had to face as I drank the sacred medicine and attempted to make a fire.  Feeling nauseous almost immediately, a feeling that pursued me for quite some time that night and again my body is very used to the brew, I noticed that the white light from the neighbor’s on the other side of my property had expanded and there seemed to be a meeting of people far away from me, and yet too close to comfort.  I did my best to remain focused, which is not easy for me, on the purpose of the journey: to meet and talk with your spirit handlers, Jesus, Melchizedek and Michael.

For the record: I had read your last email just before logging off in which you repeated for the 4^th or 5^thtime that you had been asked by your spirit handlers for me to journey to them and converse with them about you.  I heard you the first time Sloan, and I let you know that during the ceremony when I talked to your spirit as well.  Notwithstanding, I also read that you wanted me to have an open mind, start the journey with a clean slate, and not assume that I would move around your sexual patterns because it had come up during the day in my conscious energy flow.  I went about making the fire, which took me forever, and after a few failed attempts while I was releasing my judgments about you and your spirit handlers…. I was finally able to lay down in my hammock, outside of course, and let ayahuasca make its way through my body.

Rigidity:

Rigidity is the first thing that came up about you…in fact, I was told that if you were not a transparent/honest man by nature, your rigidity would lead you to enclose yourself in static religious dogma.  In the for instance category: you did not take anything, meaning any feedback or reflection, that came up in me about you, until I could talk to your spirit handlers, and your spirit handlers are Jesus, Melchizedek and Michael.   Your energy is frozen there, and it needs to move… the only certainty we have is that everything moves, not to mention the Feminine is about movement, flexibility and adaptability.  Men have built churches and nominated other men to represent God on earth, and only through them in their churches, could we communicate with God… that is not Loving Light’s Way….that is not truth… That is being rigid, trying to control the outcome and projecting our minds and unbalanced ego into the unknown.   The indigenous have known since time immemorial that one can build his/her church where one is…right space + right energy + right intent is the combination.   Jesus and the original Christians also had the same belief about sacred space not needing to be confined within the walls of a cathedral forever and always.  You cannot restrain God’s Consciousness… and as you may know, women in the time of Jesus, the Galilean, could be priests within the church as well…but that is another story!

Attach yourself to the essence, the message, not the form/vessel:

What’s more you are TOO attached to the message coming from Jesus, Melchizedek and/or Michael.I was told that the vessel did NOT matter, what matters is the message. If the message is loving, thereby coming from a loving spirit, it could be Jesus, Melchizedek, Michael or the Mother, it would not matter… Be aware of your ego’s tricks in trying to aggrandize an image of you and your spirit handlers.What is important is the message, period.Again, what happened in the 80s when your spirit handlers introduced themselves to you for the first time is just that, an event that happened in the 80s. We are in 2013 today, and as much as our concept of time is artificial, and the truth is timelessness, and eternal present… life has nevertheless moved “since then”,you have changed “since then”, and in order to evolve, you need to open up to the new.After all, the source of matter, the very origin of our pillars/belief system is pure energy AKA in my world as the texture of the universe. Let us go back to the source then in order to understand what is happening today.

The gist of the message is that you need to FORGIVE YOURSELF, and this needs to felt and processed emotionally in your Heart…and for some time.You are important in the healing of the planet, in that you have your place, but you cannot continue to help without HEALING THYSELF.

It is even more important and timely today to heal ourselves as “what is NOT love” has spread dangerously into everything we hold dear, including and especially our hearts, consciousness, bodies and DNA.Only through self-healing, can be begin to FEEL the Truth, and See through the form manipulation, deceit, disinformation and deceit.

seeing is believing: how the Master of Form/the Puppet Masters and consort fuck with us:

A big theme of the night was around evil/unlovingness/zionism and manipulating humanity to bring into oblivion, and extermination… so that we become clones of ourselves, only there to serve as food and slaves for “what is NOT love”.

I feel like explaining to you, again, and at this time, that no journey is LINEAR, but rather circular.One starts with their intent and focus, in this case connecting to your spirit handlers Jesus, Melchizedek and Michael, and then the stream of consciousness goes where it needs to go…and it comes back “officially” to you, but since everything is interconnected, it makes its way through the web of the moment.

Sloan, self-healing means accepting that we don’t know the script ahead of time, it is written as we move along, but we chose/know our destination…. That is the nature of the Life Force, the nature of the Mother, the nature of the Real Goddess.

What is evil does not have the form of an hideous beast, but the form of your brother, your mother… “they” walk among us in human form, but they are not human. We all have part of that “unlovingness” inside of us, and it is also embodied in many people out there in the world.After all and as you know, we all come from the same source, but then we made different choices. The Mother, for instance, chose self-denial as she unwillingly and by extension created denial of the other. The Father manifest this denial, and Spirit gave it a name… it was the only way to understand what is Love, and create real Heart.

I have not talked to my brother since 1999, for he walked all over me out of greed and selfishness too many times.  My brother would sell his own mother, who spoiled him while pushing me down and under with my father’s perpetrating physically and otherwise against me as a child, for money.  The few who know us and have met us, would tell you that I manifested the good in my parents, while my brother has manifested their denials.  Yet, if you were to meet him, you would see the same face, the same big eyes, the same voice as I have… if he were to have a long-haired wig, you would see me!

For the moment, one of our big challenges, esp. people like you and me, targeted as we are, is to be able to DISCERN Truth and Real Essence and Intent under the mask.

The one spiritual circle I let in my life for some time used to call the devil, the Master of Form.

Last night, an hour or before logging off, I was feeling concern about Syria’s plight and I ended up “drawing” an article to myself about Angelina Jolie. She has come up from time to time lately since she embodies what I am healing about myself: the scripted and heartless side of me, only interested in hearing myself talk while others sit and admire me… I have involvement there, and a lot of misplaced pride. Fortunately I do have more to say politically and otherwise than she does, and more to the point I have a heart, but still if you were to watch certain moments when I was interviewed or hosted a show on TV, you would see/feel the bullshit/unbalanced ego moments.Me, Me, Me… look at me, how great I sound, how holy I sound, how good I look… Look, look… she reflects a big part of my denials.

Anyway, I was reading this article on the following site: http://empirestrikesblack.com/2012/02/angelina-jolie-conscripted-to-sell-genocidal-humanitarian-intervention-war-doctrine/

And a couple of hours later, as I was journeying and feeling the Divine Insights, Angelina Jolie’s deceitful manipulation came up… she looks and “acts” as if she is a humanitarian envoy, but she is opening the way for more bloodshed. One does not need to know what the United Nations or the Council on Foreign Relations is all about to feel through her presentation.

Stanislavski’s Method, how to act, came up strongly… this is the other side’s answer to their outlawing and denying our birthright to Free Will.

Presentation is a big block in self-healing…we all have one… and it too needs to be unturned… no stone shall be left unturned.

I’m starting to run out of steam Sloan….

http://truthseeker-archive.blogspot.com.br/2008/11/yahshua-aka-jesus-was-not-jew.html

JESUS WAS NOT A Jew

Benjamin H. Freedman, Jewish Historian – Researcher – Scholar. From “Common Sense”, p. 2-1-53 and 5-1-59

Many denominational Christians and even church leaders are under the mistaken belief that Jesus was a Jew. But nothing could be further from the truth.

Judea and Galilee were two separate states and political entities, as illustrated on the map of Palestine in the time of our Saviour in your Bible. Jesus Himself was not a Jew (Judean) or resident of Judea, He was a Galilean or resident of Galilee (Matthew 26:69; John 7:41), and a Judahite or descendent of the Tribe of Judah. The Judeans of prominence were not of the Tribe of Judah, but of Edomites. Pilate was being ironic when he wrote the sign “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Judeans” for the Cross (John 19:19). That is, “the Galilean who was King of the Judeans,” as in “Queen Victoria of England, Empress of India.” Jesus grew up in Nazareth in Galilee. His disciples were fishermen from the Sea of Galilee. And although He visited Jerusalem, he spent most of His life in his home country of Galilee. John 7:1, “After this Jesus stayed in Galilee; for He could not walk in Judea, because the Jews sought to kill him.” His followers were constrained “for fear of the Jews” (John 7:13, 19:38, 20:19).

 

How the journey looked like to me:

I will unfortunately not have enough energy to describe the visuals in the sky and in nature  last night…. I’m too tired… suffice to say that your spirit handlers spoke to me in One Voice, the Voice of Love.

My body cleansing, including vomiting, was intense…I felt nauseous throughout the night…not just because of my vibrating in “higher realms” but because of where you are at today… I was journeying for you.

I finished my ceremony at 4:30am, and finally fell asleep a little after 5pm to wake up at 9am energized as I usually am after an ayahuasca journey.  I am still however feeling nauseous, only slightly this time, my head feels heavy and I am still releasing in the bathroom… that is very rare for me esp. after the ceremony.  I don’t share this with you in order to guilt-trip, but simply to reflect to you the density I had to process in order to do this journey.  This is what I do best, feel and move… this is in part what I am called to do by what I have free of my will, and by the Divine Will.

I hope this makes sense… I do not have the energy to reread myself

I have real affection for you Sloan…

Donia

PS: When I read/hear you and your friends in the Keys, I am reminded that there is more going on there than I experienced and judged.  It is still surreal to me how much I hated being in the Keys, beyond the problems I encountered, including the Key West bed bugs whose bites took my body 4 months to cleanse naturally… they just kept on reappearing on my skin, over and over again…reminiscent of my allergy to Key West and the Keys in general.

 

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I thought I told her in my previous email the journey is a mystery. Maybe I need to write more clearly. She told me in late 2011 that she came to Key West to find a bartending job so she could make some money. I told her that a shaman should not be dispensing soul-and-body-killing drugs, and the reason she came to the Keys twice that fall and early winter was because that’s where I was. When I told her in 2011 that I had been told in a dream that I had married Kali, Donia got really upset; said that wasn’t possible, Kali was her goddess. Most of our interaction back then was rooted in her disagreement with just about everything I told her about myself and my seriously peculiar spirit transit on this world. That seemed to me to be why my angel handlers told me to invite her to journey to them, they wished to speak with her. It doesn’t seem in what she sent that she spent much time speaking with them.

 

I replied to her report:

Hi, Donia – thanks for making the journey and for your report. If you had made the first journey by starting with my spirit controllers, as I was told to tell you, I would not have kept saying to do that when you made the second journey. They are the gatekeepers, you had to go through them.

If you had asked them, they would have told you that they trained me to be dead honest about myself and in my dealings with other people, which you learned is the case when you and Joe visited with me the two times around Christmas 2011. All who know me know I am honest to a fault, by some people’s perspective.

I am always in a shamanic journey, it never stops. But I do not go away, it comes to me. It is brought to me, I have no conscious part in designing the mysterious itinerary, although I suppose my spirit does know outside of my intellectual awareness.

There is no drug assist, it just happens. It keeps me in a constant state of physical dis-ease, which increases as something new comes in, and decreases as it is processed inside of me, as I write or speak into it, as guided by my spirit handlers who frequently have to correct me, as I am not always able to stay on the best course through my own volition and wits.

Sometimes, something really super nasty comes into me, which leaves me near death for a while. I was like that for a month after President Obama accepted the Nobel Peace Prize. My bowel hardly moved all during that time. It finally cleared when some really rough poetry about him and what he had done burst out of me, which I recited off the top of my head at two Key West Poetry Guild functions, to the clear discomfort of the other poets, and published on my websites.

I have not been given Syria, and I’m glad I have not been given it, for I would hate to have that EVIL processed through me. I would love to see Angelina Jolie take up an assault rifle and hasten herself to the front lines there, and fight with the Resistance against the Dictator Regime. Fat chance that will happen.

Friday about mid-day, I felt a very bad poison coming into me, and Saturday (yesterday) I felt like I was going to die. I awoke that morning nauseous, which is not something I usually feel during a journey. It kept coming on, and finally I stopped writing and went into the bathroom and did two really big dry heaves over the toilet. I had never done that before. I had not had breakfast, so only a little came up. The acute nausea subsided, but for the rest of Saturday I felt my stomach, liver, gall bladder and intestines were nearly destroyed. It is some better today. But not a lot better, yet.

I had thought the cause was what I had posted yesterday about American Christendom being the cause of the downfall of America, and that was at least part of it. Another part of it was revealed in your email last night, saying you were going to journey for me in a few hours. Much of the resistance nausea you experienced to making your journey was inside of you and had nothing to do with me, other than I was the catalyst who was journeying for you without my even knowing it until I read your report of your journey. We journeyed for each other, no surprise to me, as that has been the give-and-take pattern whenever I was involved in healing work with another spiritual healer.

How can I forgive myself for sexually molesting my younger sister and ruining her life? It was an act of pure EVIL. To pretend I can forgive myself would be egotistical and would compound the EVIL. To pretend I can lift my own karma for doing such EVIL would be insane. What I can do, and have done, is be open about what I did and not lay it off on anyone or anything else. I wish it had not happened, I wish I could undo it, but it happened and I cannot undo it. I have tried many times to persuade my sister to seek help, and as far as I know she has not done that. I did plenty of other bad things in my life, but what I did to her dwarfed all the other.

In March 1988, I learned about the Right Use of Will books, which you asked me about when you and Joe were at my place in December 2011. The same week, I had a volatile vision, in which an old Chinese man came to me and identified himself as Chang, and said he was my teacher. That was during a craniosacral training session at the Upledger Institute in West Palm Beach. The other students were unable to deal with it, and John Upledger took over. Chang said I had been injured in my will. John asked Chang what they could do to help me? Chang said I had been given the teachings and knew what to do. John asked what they could do to help me? Chang said they could love me … and my life would be a very lonely one. I exploded, it took John and three other people to hold me on the massage table. I carried on maybe five minutes, writhing, screaming and bawling.

Later, to the side, I asked John if he thought the experience was real. He said, yes, but I didn’t have to go with it. I was dumbstruck, for he taught all of his students that they had to honor their clients’ inner teacher. I knew I was finished training under him. Later, I would have opportunities to try to help John with stuff he needed help with, but he was not open to it.

I indeed was injured in my will by my mother, and over that I had no control, until I refused to become an Acolyte. Later, I was injured in my will by my father, and I had no control over that at first. As I grew older, I could have stood up to him but did not, and that further injured my will. Same happened between me and his father. [Here, I should have written that the Evil I did to my sister and to others also injured my will.] What I came to see for me, the right use of will was to surrender my will to the will of God, as it was shown to me. I was not to get what I wanted. I was not to control other people. I was simply to engage what came my way in the way I was being taught to engage it, and as corrected when I got mixed up, egotistical, or worse, which still happens and the corrections are still needed.

You and I seem to be on very different transits, for I know in my bones and in my soul that I cannot do this on my own; I require constant input from something a lot smarter than I am, to get along. As I often write in posts, quoting Jesus in Gethsemane, Thy will, not mine, be done, O Lord.

As for Jesus not being a Jew, that’s a really narrow and shallow commentary that fellow came up with. The Israelites were scattered all around. They were not just in Judea. The Jews today do not claim to be descended from Judea, but from Abraham, from whom Muslims also claim to be descended.

Many times have my spirit handlers told me America needs to clear out of the Middle East altogether, and stop supporting Israel altogether, and let Israel and Islam work it out or fight it out. Many times my spirit handlers have told me America needs to bring all of its military personnel out of foreign countries, back to America. But that was not given to me to turn into a crusade. Nor was saving the planet from humans, nor saving humans from each other.

All given to me is for me to say what I hear and see and let that be enough for me. The outcome of whatever I get involved in is not on me, and is not relevant to my own spirit transit. Apparently, all that is relevant to my spirit transit is I engage what I am given to engage, in the way I was trained, aided by the ongoing corrections.

A Rumi poem comes to mind, about love. I have for some time felt it was said to Rumi by God.

What you call love

is but subtle degrees of domination.

Love is like the moon in the window,

It’s just there.

Sloan

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In my last dreams before dawn this morning, Monday, January 7, taking ayahuasca to journey was likened to taking steroids, and to throwing away organic food and eating grocery store processed food. I awoke thinking maybe my spirit handlers wished tell Donia that they could teach her how to journey without taking anything, although I imagine it would entail her getting on their leash. It has long been my understanding that the feminine way is surrender.

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Saw this From the Right medical report on bigpinekey.com’s Coconut Telegraph yesterday. I highlighted the dead give away.

Part 2. Deer Friends, Thanks for the kind words. Here’s the facts. In late November a wisdom tooth became infected. I began a course of antibiotics that didn’t work. I started a second course and then had the tooth removed. Three days after the tooth removal I had complete knee replacement surgery. The replacement was a total success, very little pain, up and walking without a walker or cane in about three days. Then the crap hit the conveyor. I developed a “raging” internal infection (Dr’s words). To save you all the drama, I’ve still got it, and I think that I’ve run out the rope here in the Keys. It’s possible that as you read this I will be in the specialist’s office in Ft.Laud. I’ve missed posting, but I’ve simply not had the interest until today. Your kind words lit a fire, thanks. Respectfully submitted FTR

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In the Old Testament, wisdom is assigned the feminine gender.

Beside the glaring fact that the orthopedic surgeon seriously screwed up by doing the knee surgery while the infection was raging … Deer Ed declined to publish my previous “diagonsis” of what caused FTR’s difficulty, too many right-hand turns. The infection sort of sounds like an internal Staph/MRSA infection, but perhaps it’s another kind of infection.

I know FTR somewhat, had dinner with him and his wife and Deer Ed at a Big Pine Key restaurant after FTR told Deer Ed he would like to meet me, if I was amenable. FTR seemed like an ordinary likeable guy to me, his wife seemed like an ordinary likeable woman. They did not seem like religious fanatics. I don’t spend time around religious fanatics, and they quickly find they don’t like spending time around me. Maybe if FTR stops writing his column for the Coconut Telegraph, his doctors can deal with the raging internal infection.

I used to know pretty well a fellow with joint residencies in internal medicine and psychiatry, who was in a hospital and called me in to help him deal with a raging infection in his kidneys, which his doctors could not stop. I drove 400 miles to be with him. After two visits in his hosptial room, we got down to the bottom of it, which he had not wanted to deal with, and his doctors’ medicine then kicked in and got rid of the infection. The same thing that caused his infection also had caused multiple sclerosis, which had crippled his left side. Acute injury to his feminine. There was no physical help for that, it was too far advanced.

Ciaosky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

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This came in from Donia after the above was posted.

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Sloan,

I meant to thank you for such a lovely poem about love written by Rumi…

and, I thought you had understood when we met that the foundation of my movement and journeying is emotional healing… feeling my pain emotionally, and physically consciously and soberly….

and, I thought you knew that part of the shamanic healing traditions in the world, is the usage of certain plants, Pachamama consciousness if you will, to see and get visions of the work we need to do.  One great Kichwa shaman once said to me that “Ayahuasca for shamans is like an X-ray for a doctor”

I assumed wrongly you had understood that indeed an instrument, not the basis of my healing path, of my self-healing, is ayahuasca, the vine of the soul as they call it… and that it is not what you call a “drug”

You wrote:

In my last dreams before dawn this morning, Monday, January 7, taking ayahuasca to journey was likened to taking steroids, and to throwing away organic food and eating grocery store processed food. I awoke thinking maybe my spirit handlers wished tell Donia that they could teach her how to journey without taking anything, although I imagine it would entail her getting on their leash. It has long been my understanding that the feminine way is surrender.

I reply:

I pick up that you are threatened by ayahuasca, instead of reacting to my journey’s message about you, you keep on wanting to attack ayahuasca.. reread your response to me and your couple “soundbites” of “Sloan light” littered here and there on your blog

It has long been my understanding that the Feminine way is about receiving… and receiving your light Sloan is like little consciousness bonding moments scattered here and there, some laughter, a lot of honesty, but then you all too often need to “reduce”, “cut” edit” and “judge” my way in a tainted way… I don’t like it.. you turn me off early on, and I hope there will not be a third encounter or discussion/exchange between us… I hope 2 is the charm!

Your “explanation” as to why you can’t forgive urself for what you did to your little sister almost sounds like that is exactly what an egotistical/self-important decision looks like you! You are keeping the “evil sex act” frozen instead of letting it dissolve consciously.

In my not so humble opinion, you make too much of your “sacrifice” and “spirit handlers”, the latter I already told you about… I call you on self-aggrandizement, with a floating of meanness… heartburn I feel, gracas a Deus, only for now

and I don’t need to get on the leash of ANY spirit handler in order to feel some of the dreams and nightmares I have known… I only need me to heal, and first and foremost

You are the one who chooses to see my movement/journeying as a drug-assisted trip… you are the one who asked me to journey, I would not have applied for the the job, and just like you did when I shared some of my emotional healing victories Xmas 2011, you need to spit and judge on my insights, on my greatness.  My light and my healing work is good for me, and others I love, and causes I feel…. you’re a closet misogynist  and a scoffer with a decent heart. You think you figured out women because you can see aspects of our obscurity/darkness, but God forbid one woman really has something to teach you… besides calling herself on her shit…

That seemed to me to be why my angel handlers told me to invite her to journey to them, they wished to speak with her. It doesn’t seem in what she sent that she spent much time speaking with them.

and, the last point, I find your way too sneaky, too disingenuous  for my taste… I let my defense down and I assumed that your ego could handle my journey report as it should be handled… a valuable report and focused inner talk with your spirit handlers and the life force…suffice to say I just “knew” you would not like it, but I refused to apologize for it. I did my best.

Sloan, part of me is sorry to say this, but just like it happened the first time we met, I prefer to cut you out of my life again… until next year, at best and soonest… you pollute more…much more than you teach me, and your transparency is not sufficient to draw me in further into your cave in the keys.

Donia

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Donia approached me three times. I never approached her, nor tried to draw her into anything. I simply told her what my experience was. It was my spirit handlers who made the dreams comparing the vine she uses to make her journeys, to steroids and eating grocery store processed food. She has no clue how much emotion was moved in me since Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek took me under their wing. Oceans of tears, legions of convulsings, terrors, rages. Nearly all of which they triggered in me, or let one of their spirit confederates trigger, or used a human being to trigger. And I hardly think it’s even close to being done with. I have seen those three and their spirit confederates do the same to other people, who were stunned by what came up out of them, which they did not even know was there. These people thought they had done emotional healing, but they learned they had not even gotten started. I don’t recommend to anyone what I am experiencing, and have seen a few other people experience, some more deeply than others. I simply tell about it. And, I often am used to trigger deep emotions in other people.

Sloan

 

From mi Lower Keys amiga Jan: