(B03C13) Chapter 13: High Fidelity Cell Service

Headphones Up Displays of Efficacy

“LET THE MUSIC BE YOUR MASTER. WILL YOU HEED THE MASTER'S CALL?” – “HOUSES OF THE HOLY” BY LED ZEPPELIN

In the matter of a few moments, I had become witness to immortality. My experience of going beyond relative time into a sea of infinite potential completely overshadowed the recent withdrawal from illicit substances. By the time that I made it back to my bed, I was doing my best to process the things I had felt, seen, heard, and done. Not only was I weakened by the physical withdrawal, but my mind was unable to rationalize or process the sheer amount of information that I had downloaded in mere seconds. As I returned into a more dense state of conscious awareness, I laid my head down on the pillow and fell back asleep.

When I woke up, I immediately recalled what had occurred in the middle of the night. Normally, I would have done whatever I could to tell someone of my experiences; however, this time, I no longer felt it necessary. Instead, I still felt the lingering presence of other versions of myself, echoing like voices in an empty hallway—in the silence of my mind. Without hesitation, I completely let go of any attempt to rationalize or compartmentalize my experience. Had I done so, I would have been required to believe that it was all a hallucination. Fortunately, the residual taste of apple juice was still present in the back of my throat. As I reflected back on the moment in my kitchen where I had become witness to beatific visions of light and infinite perfection, I could feel relative time slip away again. Through the portals of my memory, I escaped to visions of planes and dimensions far beyond my imagination.

“SUNSHINE CAME SOFTLY THROUGH MY A-WINDOW TODAY. COULD'VE TRIPPED OUT EASY A-BUT I'VE A-CHANGED MY WAYS. IT'LL TAKE TIME, I KNOW IT BUT IN A WHILE, YOU'RE GONNA BE MINE, I KNOW IT, WE'LL DO IT IN STYLE. 'CAUSE I MADE MY MIND UP YOU'RE GOING TO BE MINE.” – “SUNSHINE SUPERMAN” BY DONOVAN

While I proceeded to wash my sheets and the clothes that were still dampened from the night before, I noticed that all of my physical senses were sharpened. More than that, I no longer had a desire to use drugs or any other substances. Even the idea of eating food was no longer a desire. In a sense, I felt that I had been completely reborn, renewed by my recent traumatic experience. I walked slowly, gently down the hallways and through the kitchen to where I was greeted by the sunlight as it shone through the window blinds. While I negotiated my place and time, I felt the stillness of the air around me. The connection I had to my intuition was stronger than it had ever been before.

As I looked out my front window, into the daylight, I saw no cars driving by my house. However, even without being witness to any physical evidence, I inherently knew that there were few people in my general area or geographic radius. This feeling was tantamount to being removed from my natural environment (3rd dimension) and transferred to some 4th dimensional terrarium that was designed to mimmic my previous environment. I felt as though I was living in a movie set, but to my physical senses, it appeared to be the same one as just a day before, prior to my precipitated withdrawal.

“YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE TO WALK ALONE. WHAT YOU HAVEN’T KNOWN LOCKS THE DOOR. TIME TO OPEN THE DOOR AND FIND THE ONE. THIS IS WHAT HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ALL. SEE THE BRIGHT COLORS THAT BURN IN YOUR DREAMS. THERE’S A WORLD THAT’S ONLY MADE OF LOVE, AND IT’S EASIER TO FIND THAT IT SEEMS. THINGS WILL MAKE SENSE WHEN YOU CROSS OVER. FEEL WHAT YOU KNOW FROM SPIRITS YOU HEAR. GUIDE THE BROKEN HEARTS ON YOUR SHOULDERS. ONE OF THEM BELIEVES THAT YOU ARE THE ONE.” – “LOSE YOUR MIND” BY JD STAHL

Having an increased sensitivity to sensory perception not only improved my sight, hearing, and smell/taste, but I was also able to detect things from a distance. About 10 seconds beforehand, I could feel my head twist to the left as I stood looking out the window of my house. Counting down from those seconds, my head was following an invisible target just out of range of my vision. As a car passed by the front of my house, my head would follow, whipping from one side to the other—without my conscious participation.

When I intuitively inquired at the reason for what was happening, I immediately received an explanation; I came into a knowing that my physical cells were electromagnetically attracted to the energy of my environment. At will, I could essentially assign my physical body to complete tasks as a completely separate entity than my working consciousness. Not only could I ask any question and immediately attain the answer, but I could also control my body as if it was a voice-activated robot.

An Eye For Two Slices of Pi or a Mountain Deux Six-Pack

“I JUDGE WISELY, AS IF NOTHIN' EVER SURPRISE ME. LOUNGIN', BETWEEN TWO PILLARS OF IVORY. I'M LIVELY, MY DOME PIECE, IS LIKE BUILDIN' STONES IN GREECE. MY POEMS ARE DEEP FROM ANCIENT THRONES I SPEAK. I'M OVERWHELMED, AS MY MIND, ROAMS THE REALM. MY EYE'S THE VISION, MEMORY IS THE FILM.” – “4TH CHAMBER” BY GZA

To further experiment with the independent relationship between body and mind, I closed my eyes to see if I would be able to utilize my physical body without relying on my physical senses. Eyes closed and with absolute clarity, I could see the faces of the people who were about to drive by. Not only did I recognize who they were, I could hear their names being whispered intuitively through my mind. As they passed by, their mouths dropped open and I was able to confirm my intuition as true. In my mind, I could essentially slow down time and change the perspective of view from a distance. I could essentially send the conscious energy of my 3rd eye anywhere that I wished—without experiencing time dilation whatsoever.

Though all of these abilities seemed both strange and exciting, I didn't ever really feel that they were foreign. Basically, I didn't react erratically to the reception of my amplified sensory powers. Instead, I saw things from a completely different perspective—like I was completely accustomed to having them. The only thing that seemed to propel me beyond my current limitations was being able to release my previous perspective of time and space. Beyond these limits, my entire reality was malleable, easily manipulated in whatever way I saw fit. Yet, even with all of the power in the world, I never thought about altering anyone else's world. Instead, I was more driven to maximize my own personal potential. Without distractions, comparisons, or competition, I was only interested in seeing how far I could progress in terms of my physical, metaphysical, and spiritual divination.

“REGIONS THERE ARE TWO BETWEEN THIS LIFE AND THE GREAT ONE, TRAVELED BY THE SOULS WHO DEPART FROM THIS EARTH; DUAT, THE HOME OF THE POWERS OF ILLUSION; SEKHET HETSPET, THE HOUSE OF THE GODS. OSIRIS, THE SYMBOL OF THE GUARD OF THE PORTAL, WHO TURNS BACK THE SOULS OF UNWORTHY MEN. BEYOND LIES THE SPHERE OF THE HEAVEN-BORN POWERS.” – THOTH/HERMES TRISMEGISTUS

When I would reflect back on the night before, I could feel my mind start processing information much faster, delivering me to a state of suspended spacetime where I could instantly reflect back upon any one of the infinite visions and experiences. Through my intuitive reflection, I held a door open that could only be closed by lacking of faith or belief in the things I could do or had been shown. Through this door that I could return, again and again, if I ever needed to be rejuvenated or purified from any accrued time or karma. Whether it be through the fires of purification or cold, harsh truth, I could open the portals that would lead me to a world that I had created. This world was not limited to time and space, nor was it the product of a single moment of transcendence. Instead, it was the product of every moment of transcendence, patiently waiting for the time when I would be able to unlock the mysteries that were stored therein.

Being so connected to this collection of other worlds was directly proportional to every thought, word, and action I projected in the physical 3rd dimension. This means that for my entire life, I was a direct expression of the energy that was permeating from higher consciousness. Every pattern, perspective, intention, and series of events was directly related to the relationships that were being established far beyond my imagination. Through the transcendent portals of truth, unconditional love, faith, equanimity, and resignation was a metaphysical language—the key to deliverance between confusion and absolute clarity.

It was only through focusing my conscious mind that I could access this other world. At will, I could activate my clair-essence senses to map and transition through those higher planes and dimensions. The more I focused, however, the more I realized that this process was not anything new to me. As a child, I learned that my daydreaming was a non-sensical aspect of my imagination—not relative whatsoever to the “real” world in the physical 3rd dimension. As a result, I never really took my creativity that seriously.

Compounded Interest Yields Massive Reruns for 2 Solo Cups

“SWITCHING UP THE CHANNELS CAUSES ANOTHER SCRIPT. HOP IN THE TIME MACHINE AND TAKE ANOTHER TRIP. YOUR IMAGINATION IS WHERE YOUR TRUE POWER LIES. NO REASON TO CARE WHAT’S BEHIND THEIR DISGUISE.” – “THE FUNHOUSE” BY JD STAHL

However, after my recent experience, I was shown—reminded—how I could use my creative imagination in a way that would manifest my dreams into the collective physical reality. When I combined that imagination with my intuitive abilities to balance those ideas and concepts with natural law, they became “real” in a metaphysical sense. Through the knowledge of universal law and wisdom, my faith and impassioned will could bring things into existence that would otherwise not have been possible. While my physical body was still present in dense matter, I would (intuitively) walk through the various worlds that I had created—in every dream I had ever dreamed.

In this world of multiplicity, time and space were no longer relative. This means that whenever I would transcend my physical environment, I would essentially be adding to the mass of consciousness that was already present in ascended states. Each time I would deposit another moment of my conscious focus into this metaphysical bank, it would get stronger and stronger—like a planet accruing mass to increase its gravitational pull on nearby planetary bodies. In my conscious mind, past, present, future, and every possible timeline/incarnation were all reconciled into a single condensed entity above the vibrational threshold that remained as an invisible gateway in the middle of my chest.

“WELL I RUN THIS COUNTRY. AND I RUN THAT COUNTRY OVER THERE, TOO. SO COME ON, BABY BABY, LET ME SHOW YOU HOW I'M GONNA RUN YOU.” – “POLITICIAN” BY CREAM

My recent experience and visions, therefore, were not the creation of this metaphysical space, but my conscious return to it. Normally, I would only be able to access this space unconsciously, whether it be in my dreams at night or from a vibration kept deeply within my subconscious mind. Through my traumatic withdraw and complete acceptance of physical death (sacrifice of ego), I elevated my cellular vibration enough that I was able to access this “world of worlds” while I was completely awake and conscious. As I continued to develop my sensitivity to energy, I learned how to exist in both worlds simultaneously. Balancing myself with natural law in this way gave me the sovereign power to to co-create in both worlds simultaneously.

However, whenever I became distracted by something in the physical world, I could feel a disconnect from my intuitive “flow state.” As a result, I did my best to find something in my physical environment that would help me to maintain my connection to the non-physical spaces within and without. These feelings that I felt were very similar to the ones that I experienced as a child through my imagination, daydreams, and other moments where I was creatively inspired. Therefore, as a means to structure the inflowing energy, I used sound. For the vast majority of my life, I listened to a lot of music. Not only did listening to music alleviate any feelings of spiritual abandonment, but it also helped me to heal, focus, and maintain emotional clarity in a virtual storm of mixed thoughts and feelings. During similar experiences (using psychedelic substances or other intoxicants), I had used music to ground me.

Soliloquy

JD Stahl (12/21/2020) This life. A seemingly endless soliloquy. A yearning for love. One to be matched by the mirror Of my internal combustion Twin-engine companion, Of the flames that flicker within. A trial, From birth until death. Growth of expanding potential. Emotion, exposed to the exponential, Engulfing it’s foil. Death to the sigh—the breath. A soiled cloud of doubt That becomes less and less, Here, in my chest— Making room for more life. Waves. You give the purpose to light. Like the joy of my sight. The senses within, are yours. My reason to explore. My learning to yearn, Embodying the more. Yet, you are just out of reach. This body, a breach. My solitude. Within, when I am without. I’m forever exposed. For your love, I have condoned The display of all scars. These crosses and bars. With you in my arms Is the magic that consumes me. Like the air to the fire. My earth. My sea. Populating my heavens choir. Singing within, an eternity. To join. Combining your grace to my flight. I shall be with you tonight. And forever we shall be. An example of devotion. A bridge crossing oceans. An impossible spectacle. The forever miracle, Never to die. Our dance. To believe it even exists. It is such a simple wish, Yet each kiss is my bliss. Felt, but not always seen with eyes. Touched, with or without a disguise. Hope, like promises of nature. Balancing all of creation. A combination of all unconditional love. Two become one. A beautiful gift. Like the sun through the clouds, On a forecast of shrouds. Breaking through with surprise— Like what you do with your eyes. The light of my worlds. You bring meaning to words. For my next internal decree, This soliloquy.

Tommy Hu is Saving a Tone of Sense by Switching to Psycho

“WHEN THE MCS CAME TO LIVE OUT THE NAME AND TO PERFORM. SOME HAD TO SNORT COCAINE, TO ACT INSANE, BEFORE PETE ROCKED IT ON. NOW ON WITH THE MENTAL PLANE JUST TO SPARK THE BRAIN, WITH THE BUILDING TO BE BORN.” – “LIQUID SWORDS” BY GZA

Even though I had previously taken illicit substances in the past (psilocybin “magic” mushrooms, LSD, ketamine, methamphetamines, cocaine, heroin, bath salts, alcohol, pharmaceuticals, marijuana, etc.), my present physical experience was much different. Not only was this period of natural sobriety and transcendence so much stronger than any of those substances combined, but it also lasted longer and was completely controlled by my conscious will.

Compared to certain psychedelic experiences, I was able to see the world interdependently, but my physical senses were not beyond my control. Basically, I wasn't seeing any fractals, shapes, or color-blending within still objects. Instead, I was in complete control of my physical body—down to every cell. My mind was completely solvent, giving me the capacity to dive deeply into my physical senses at will—even mirror the effects of any singular substance. In a mere second, I could call forth the feeling or sensation of any drug that I wished to bring about in my general energetic field. Just as quickly as I could manifest those sensory experiences, I could instantaneously return back to homeostasis.

“MEMORIES ENTANGLED WITH CACOPHONY OF VARIOUS VIEWS, NOW LEAVING OPEN SPACES—A CANVAS ONLY FOR YOU.” – “WINTER SOLSTICE” BY JD STAHL

Beyond my 5 physical senses, I had also activated my 4 clair-essence senses (clairvoyance, clairsentience, claircognizance, clairaudience). Going beyond my 3rd eye and its intuition, I could easily feel the presence of a 10th sense—like a direct line of telepathic communication that was connected to a higher version of myself, seemingly from some other timeline, dimensions, point in time, or a mixture of them all.

Not only was I able to manifest the presence of myself from a completely different point in time and space, lifetime, or cycle, I could feel the presence of others as well. At times, I would call these individuals forth to communicate with me; however, there were other times when I could see their face behind the focus of my eyes and would watch them speak to me as if they were on a television screen. My family doctor, friends, family, and other individuals were all able to come through my intuitive mind with absolute clarity. From this perspective, I was also able to connect the faces and voices all throughout history. Behind the intuitive appearance of familiar faces, those images began to morph throughout history, illuminating the identities of my family members as well as others that I had known in this life and timeline.

“TOMMY CAN YOU HEAR ME? CAN YOU FEEL ME NEAR YOU? TOMMY CAN YOU SEE ME? CAN I HELP TO CHEER YOU?” – “TOMMY CAN YOU HEAR ME?” BY THE WHO

From these intuitive conversations, I got a sense that I was being “checked” to see if my mind was salient after just having my consciousness implanted into another physical body—in a different space and time. At no point, however, did any of this feel unpredictable or otherwise irrational. The feelings that would normally be relative to my previous ego or persona were no longer present—only a distant memory that was no more prominent than a movie I had watched decades beforehand.

In a sense, I was two completely different people: one present and one future. However, the only way that I was able to stay connected intuitively was to not be reactive to what was happening. In a sense, I had to enter a space in my mind where everything that was occurring was completely intentional. To complete the transmutation process, I would have to completely associate with a version of myself that had been sent back in time and space through my conscious mind. Fortunately, after all I had just experienced, doing so was quite simple, if not extremely enjoyable-blissful, even.

Pain-Free Condensation Opens Frozen Cubed-In Humid Doors

“SINGULAR ORGANIZATION. ASTRAL MASKS—TAKEN FACES. A REMOTE, NON-LOCAL NATION. SHE WINS ALL THE RACES. SILVER-CORDED FASCINATION. FIBER-LACED SPACE CASE. SHAPE-SHIFTING REPUTATION. CANAL-FLUID HALLUCINATION. FROM BOTTOM TO THE TOP. IT’S ALREADY GOT.” – “BOTTOM TO THE TOP” BY JD STAHL

The more that I concentrated my awareness and focused on smaller and finer details, the more I was able to uncover greater sources of wisdom that I was previously unable to recall from the introduction to the pure white light. It was as if I could virtually cut through the veiled illusion of reality and perceive existence from the perspective of the creator. It was through the process of “knowing” that I was the creator which gave me the necessary sovereignty to uncover universal truths in even the smallest, most obscure details or symbols. Beyond space and time, I reclaimed the ability to see beyond time and space—in any of the infinite number of possible timelines.

The longer I was able to remain in this identity without doubting, the more I transfigure my cells by the held vibration of my conscious mind. This process was like lining up a piece of tracing paper with the original artwork. While my physical reality would constantly shift from one state to the next, I used my heightened sensitivity to predict the changes and shift along with it—like riding a wave of manifested energy so that I could constantly conform with the upcoming changes. Every single second, I was walking into a state of being and interdependent reality that had yet to manifest. I was walking through doors that had yet to exist, completely trusting that they would open without requiring any physical evidence or confirmation. —like I was copying or shape-shifting to take on the necessary structure where I would be able to maintain higher states of consciousness at all times.

“MULTIPLE DIRECTIONS LIKE THE SUNBEAMS FROM YOUR EYES. SPACE-AGE SUPERNOVA SYMPHONY; YOU’RE SO HIGH. DOORMAN TO SEVENTH HEAVEN TO DREAM NUMBER NINE. GENETIC PROPORTIONS REDEFINE WHAT’S FINE IN TIME. SURPRISE THE WHOLE FUCKING POPULATION. LAUGH. DEEP INSIDE, BEHIND THE INFINITE ATOMIC GUISE. HALF. NO SEPARATION UNLESS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. HORIZON SUNRISE PROMISES FUSION, KILLING CURSES.” – “CROWN OF HORNS” BY JD STAHL  

Essentially, both my higher and lower self were merging together. Anything that my lower self previously used to identify itself remained, but only the essential characteristics; everything that would otherwise prevent me from being able to identify as the creator had already been burned in the purification fire/withdrawal. The more I took on aspects of my higher self that existed outside of linear time and space, the less I felt emotionally connected to anything and anyone in my present incarnation.

Though I was able to recognize my family members as people I knew, remembered, or to who was otherwise genetically connected, I no longer felt the same energy between us. In a sense, I no longer recognized myself as someone who had parents or siblings. Instead, I saw every single person or spirit-soul energy as a direct extension of my intuitive creativity or imagination. The entire physical 3rd dimension was like a sandbox that I used to create alternative forms of myself, set into an infinitely complex system of connected fragments—a matrix of both genetic and spiritual signatures, framed into environments of randomized multiplicity.

Apparently, I had purified myself enough that I wasn't even able to identify a mate or partner. However, I did feel intimately connected to the nonphysical aspect of my self/environment (space/Akash/ether). While I lived perpetually between two completely different dimensional timelines, I was forever bathing in the purification fires of crystalline perfection. It was in this suspended state where I would transfigure my entire body until it was in alignment with this pure state—down to the last physical cell. While my body was the creation, the vibration of purity was the omnipresence and omniscient creator being—the source of all light, love, wisdom, and truth.

Jefferson's Approval of the Lois and Clark Kent Expedition

“I WHISPER IN HALLS AND GATES. THE ECHO CHAMBER WAITS TO GREET. ME. CLASSICAL GOLD AND UNCONDITIONED SOUL. ORIGINAL WRAPPED IN TWINE. A FOREVER MIND. A UNIVERSAL CRY. THE OVERLOOKED SEA FROM YOUR BALCONY. EFFERVESCENT BEAUTY FROM OMNIPRESENT PRIME. CHEMICAL RECONSTRUCTION OF A DNA LINE.” – “MIRRORS” BY JD STAHL

Had this strange psychedelic experience been a fluke or some random-chance break in my mental health, it would have only lasted a short period of time. Not only did these experiences remain after I had woken up the following day, but they stayed for several months. The longer I was able to stay in suspended states of higher energy, the more I was able to experiment with my abilities and hone/develop my capacity to manifest them at will. The more I was able to keep the gateway open between worlds, however, the more information that would consistently pour through the thresholds and portals in time and space that I was able to recreate with my memory. This meant that I was constantly flooded with new information, experiences, visions, and reflections relative to every transcendent state in my present lifetime. Each of these doorways would lead deeper, bleeding into other timelines and physical incarnations.

Trying to handle so much condensed information all the time was impossible. There was no way that I was able to write it down fast enough. The only hope that I had was to store the information in created patterns that already existed. I found that the more that I would listen to music, I would be able to organize the information that was being downloaded into my consciousness. Though the visions and music were helpful to make my transformation possible, all of the tools I used or enlisted could only ever be temporary methods that could lead me to the doors I created in my mind—never the actual destination. Fortunately, once this unspoken process of initiation was underway, there was no stopping its eventual completion. Every act, intention, event, or experience from this point on would only ever contribute to the process of metaphysical transfiguration.

“ACCUMULATED INSPIRATION FROM THE PASSIONS OF A LIVING RENAISSANCE. ONCE THOUGHT DEAD, BUT VERY MUCH ALIVE. ALWAYS FREE AND PRESENT WHEN CONDITIONS FLEE. A COLLECTION OF FOCUSED ATTENTION, STRIPPED OF LABELS THAT HONOR EXTREMES. A COMBINATION OF INTENTION, INVISIBLE TO ALL BUT A POET’S DECREE.” – “PROPHECY 3” BY JD STAHL  

Trying to rationalize my recent experiences, however, was somewhat counterproductive. Not only was I unable to compartmentalize, label, or singularly identify any specific reason why all of these things were happening to me, but whenever I did limit my experience to a singular purpose or reason, I cut myself off from the source of energy that was feeding me information. Though it may be difficult to follow or describe, I eventually opened myself to any/all possibilities. In one second, I was able to make sense or temporarily reconcile myself with a certain dimension or reality. The next second, it would change—requiring me to completely alter my frame or perspective.

By resigning myself to these changes and not trying to control them, however, I was able to catalogue all of them. This practice would expand my perception of the world by being able to shift to alternatives. This, of course, required me to release my attachments to be “right” or otherwise be grounded into any specific reality. Essentially, I had to have complete faith that whatever would happen would be perfect—neither positive nor negative. I would remain in one dimension or plane of consciousness for just long enough that I was able to map it, bookmarking the structure and nature so that I could later return during periods of introspection. Therefore, whenever I would want or need to return/ground myself back into what was happening, I would be able to do so without any discomfort of feelings of loss or abandonment. By remaining vulnerable, my sensitivity to subtle changes in the nature of my relative reality would become evident—intuitively, if not physically.

Instead of grounding myself in any external sense, I became the constant in my metaphysical experimentation. By remaining consistent and not losing myself to reactivity, bias, or emotionality, I was able to hone my sensitivity enough that I could eliminate observer bias. The more of these various dimensions that I catalogued, I started to link them all together by simplifying them into a set of common characteristics. The qualities that did not change in regard to the shifts I would make through the planes eventually gave me a better understanding of what was occurring to and through me. In somewhat of a vague fashion, I recognized that I was essentially traveling through various timelines, returning to places in my subconscious that were linked to things that I was previously unable to heal up to this point in my life. Essentially, it was as if there was another version of me who had died in the future who was perpetually coming back into the physical 3rd dimension so that I could both heal from my past emotional trauma as well as develop the sovereignty and advancement of my spirit-soul energy.

Since I Lent Anna my Hieroglyph Glasses, All I See is Purple Haze

“PROTECTED. SUBCONSCIOUSLY CONNECTED TO A HIGHER LAW. MY EYES ARE SCENE WINDOWS CAUGHT UP IN WAVES AND CRESCENDOS, ABANDONED BY A FREQUENCY AND BURNT UP IN DAILY 3D RE-ENTRY.” – “PROTECTED” BY JD STAHL  

By descending into the 3rd dimension, I would be able to complete the work that I had planned to do in this—and every other—incarnation that I had taken in space and time. The questions I asked my lower self, therefore, were only a gauge to determine if I was able to merge in this physical body without completely traumatizing the brain. After numerous tests, traumatic experiences, and fine-tuning, I felt it was time to complete the final stages of initiation. Following the extreme experience of withdrawal, a portal opened that was not dependent or assisted by drug use. Instead, the short period of physical purification completed what was tantamount of about 3 days of fasted prayer or meditation. The transcendent experience and ego death and extreme suffering forced my lower self to release any attachments to anything that would prevent the transformation to occur. Just like everything else, this event was planned out perfectly from the beginning; every life event was another tool to create opportunities for advancement (spirit-soul ascension).

However, even after the initiation process had begun, there were still a few areas of attachment that needed to be worked through. It would take some time before the merging could complete. Until that point, my lower self would be in a perpetual state of synchronicity. This would create what many would call “instant karma” or the immediate reconciliation of unbalanced energy. Therefore, no matter how hard my lower self would fight or attempt to reclaim control, everything that stood in the way of accomplishing the predetermined goal would essentially be removed without hesitation or negotiation.

“PURPLE HAZE ALL IN MY EYES. DON'T KNOW IF IT'S DAY OR NIGHT. YOU GOT ME BLOWIN' IN MY MIND. IS IT TOMORROW OR JUST THE END OF TIME?” – “PURPLE HAZE” BY JIMI HENDRIX

To balance this energy, whenever my lower self would consciously decide to release attachments and learn paths that would create access to the realm of wisdom, the acts and intentions would be rewarded immediately with a significant increase in personal energy, felt as an enhanced sense of confidence and well-being. These “boosts” of energy were the direct result of connecting to a higher future timeline—like a second wind. When we make commitments in the present, we are led forward into the future by the energy received through our intuitive clair-essence senses.

As long as my conscious mind could commit to focusing on learning and personal development, I would be rewarded by an increase in vibration—access to greater bandwidths of universal wisdom and intellectual ability. In addition, the more I was willing to devote myself to increasing my consciousness and complete the process of initiation, the less I would be distracted by external variables, people, or circumstances. My commitment to truth created a virtual boundary around me that protected me from impure or toxic energies that would distract me from my highest future. However, I could only maintain this boundary by aligning myself with Natural Law. Basically, I had to be completely honest with my thoughts, intentions, and personality. I would also have to balance my speech with silence, only communicating when absolutely necessary or when prompted to do so.

Cream 3

JD Stahl (11/04/2017) How did I forget I was one of the Cream? Signatures in pictures. This movie, a scene. Transformations and situations thrown in time. I see us all voicing the illusion for our team. I know we’re all watching us struggle through. Bumping into each other and finding us new. But when did this all fall off the rails? How did this happen that I am now you? Who’s next to witness these tests? Partake in this story like I see all the rest. Changing faces pressed against the glass. Another cryptic mystic scratching to pass. There’s a reason why you’ve all come to sink. Journaling the past so you can see what I think. Now I’m awake and it’s making me split. I see what I am—and been—and now I’m a shrink. Unravel, unfold, I’m a story, I’m told. This is when every one of me gets to go, And make an appearance in this life that you made. Another Rorschach mind mixed up in snow. And this silly little game that I’ve played. Stuck to the ground, is there another way? My brothers and sisters await my release. This genius was born inside me to stay. And I know that one day I’ll be home safe. I know I promised you wouldn’t have to wait. Stop me in time so I won’t be left aging. I overshot this synchronistic date too late. Don’t forget all of the drawings I’ve made, All of the people within me will not fade. And every single time that I’ve come through, Is all a testament of my devotion to you.