Notes from the bus - 2a

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Yes, go with the harmony.

My whole act is about that.

You can hear it everywhere and anywhere.

When you feel it, you DANCE!

I don’t agree with foot or Dan per se or really disagree.

I simply don’t care what they are doing.

DANCE

That’s how the cosmos rolls.

They are self appointed.

As I self appointed myself.

I am a tautology!

That isn’t a fault.

Let me tell you something, if god is here in us or another hidden way, it’s dancing.

But I need nothing to go with the harmony.

I need to know nothing or do anything.

The harmony takes it all in and sings it back.

Sing back!

Dance!

It is no more that this.

And if you think it’s more than this, I’m sorry, you are lying to yourself

Screw that, I’m DANCING!

People don’t care about you, don’t take it personal.

They are doing what they think is best for them.

It’s natural.

Can we be authentic?

Can we be honest?

Can we disagree?

If we can’t, no one can.

You nor I nor ack nor Cy are right or wrong.

It doesn’t make muppet sense and never will.

Our conversation yesterday included significantly the continuity of life.  

I see only continuity, while Eric chooses to focus on the readily apparent discontinuity.

Both of us see life as a tremendous opportunity for rejoicing....... and learning, by focusing on the immediacy of life...... as if we can never get enough of it.  

We only go around once, so let’s go with gusto.  

I think I get that....... from the beer commercial.  

My critique is that all this gusto may lead to a superficial dabbling.

Life may be something for us to dive deeply into...... as if we had all the time in the world to smell this one flower.

This requires a sense of cosmic leisure. Cosmic leisure can lead to cosmic love....... uh, oh.



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Speaking of me being a thorn to Dan...

My thorn is greater than the Queen of Roses

My heresy is the essence of true spirituality

The owl of this world lives in the ruins of love

My dark night was simply the moment I met my self here on Earth.

I speak to myself in you.

I call you to dance with harmony.

My deadly tango...

For starters, I'm not a ufologist.

Semi-Sentient Animal, Sentient Terrestrial and/or Ensouled Terrestrial,
Ensouled or non-Ensouled ET, post-Ensouled ot advanced-ensouled UT, and All Being are all just stages of development

Meaning grade Kindergarten to Post Graduate.

I've said this many many times but it always seemed to go over everyone's head and out the door.

I agree with Dan's statement above about Source.

What Dan often does not understand is the associated-learning curve...where certain events and pieces of knowledge facilitate association to the various syllabus in each grade level.

Disclosure is necessary to correct certain deficiencies currently in play. But there are out there competing interests and different narratives by those competing interests being bandied about, muddying the water.

Discourse and Disclosure are the pathways best available. National Security where many hands have variants of the paradigm, levels of comprehension in the paradigm, and severe restrictions causing additional confusion and muddying of the paradigm...preventing those with pieces of the big picture from speaking their truths....

Now you know why I believe we should have a broad moratorium on National Security for 7-10 years for it has been so abused that it is threatening to contribute to the 95% planetary depopulation of Earth. We are running out of time to repair the Universes's Wild Card World.

The Gael Drui cousins to the Danann Drui, clannod who first came to Ireland from Spain so many centuries ago was led by Amergin

He said:

Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth* wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples

Today you only have the so-called, "Last Danann" a half-trained Banais Righi to give you the path, the periods of the moon, and the order of the mountains, rivers, and peoples.

The story of this journey I've had the courage to sing and I challenge Ron to sing his journey despite the destructive wave national security has become...not thru another but clean and clear thru himself!

And what greets us?

Crickets.

Then shall I call down the stars and encourage the Guardians to Rise and replace all the NWO that was? No one will miss it for its harbingers cannot or will not sing.

The colonists and their proxies are released from service. They are no longer required.

Banais Righi.

dan wrote:Our conversation yesterday included significantly the continuity of life.  

I see only continuity, while Eric chooses to focus on the readily apparent discontinuity.

Both of us see life as a tremendous opportunity for rejoicing....... and learning, by focusing on the immediacy of life...... as if we can never get enough of it.  

We only go around once, so let’s go with gusto.  

I think I get that....... from the beer commercial.  

My critique is that all this gusto may lead to a superficial dabbling.  

Life may be something for us to dive deeply into...... as if we had all the time in the world to smell this one flower.  

This requires a sense of cosmic leisure.  Cosmic leisure can lead to cosmic love....... uh, oh.  




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Dan, I am not superficial.

I go deep...

Hahaha

But you heard me a little and I heard you little and we both took a step closer to the still point.

Cy, can you take a step towards us?

We can step towards you.

Round and round we go.

Don’t be glum Danny boy.

I’m with you Dan.

I’m with all of us.

I call any I meet into the depths.

I meet all as friends.

Even the assholes.

I have to walk backwards Dan.

Doesn’t always make sense.

But my hoof is in the right place, my heart.



Sometimes I dunk them if the ask me too.

May the goat fart always be with you all.

I think we can see what’s going on here........

smelly is just looking at life backwards or upside down from the normal person.

Pecking order? (Cracked egg ^ spilled yoke) < (little chicken ^ falling sky)?

My OATH is to the Constitution and the People....not to a national security which serves NEITHER!


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Speaking of humanized mice in Montana, the 1970s to present Profiteering on Human biological products from Abortion Clinics run by the Globalists, purchasing open market available human products from those clinics to stop a pandemic, and employing members of the other side to intervene for the Universal Wild Card World and the Universe beyond...


Cyrellys Geibhendach
11:51 AM (3 minutes ago)
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A quote from the globalist book my grandmother left for me, "Road to Survival" by William Vogt, Introduction by Bernard M Baruch:

p. 12 Joe Spencer's hand trembled as he moved the slide back and forth under the microscope's objective.  Over and over again he checked the blood smear.  There was no trace of plasmodium...

p. 13-14 Then he had spent two weeks in Puerto Rico, where the miracles of American medicine had been worked, with the chief result that more people were kept alive to live more miserably.  He knew India had grown by some fifty millions in ten years, and even before the first of those fifty millions was born there was not enough food to go around.  Was there any kindness in keeping people from dying of malaria so that they could die more slowly of starvation?  Could there be any end of wars, and rumors of wars, while such people as the prosperous Americans had far more than they needed and the millions of India and China  and Java and Western Europe--and perhaps Russia--did not have enough?  Few men of his day, Joe knew, had had the power to shake so profoundly the future of the world.


"WE BE OF ONE BLOOD---"


NONE OF THESE HUMAN BEINGS, SHARING SIMILAR HOPES AND DESPAIR ACCORDING TO HIS INDIVIDUAL LOT, IS AWARE OF THE THE OTHERS.  None of them, except the scientist, sees himself as part of a great world drama in which each plays his part as both cause and effect.  This gallery of portraits of people today, of the troubled or contented, could be multiplied millions of times.  They are not all of humanity, but they are a sample of all of humanity.  They are fictional, but it would not be difficult to find living equivalents.

All of them have one thing in common.  The lot of each, from Australian sea captain to biochemist, is completely dependent on his or her global environment, and each one of them in greater or lessor degree influences that environment.  One common denominator controls their lives:  the ratio between human populations and the supply of natural resources, with which they live, such as soil, water, plants, and animals.  This is a highly unstable relationship, changing from moment to moment, continually conditioned anew by human acts.


Note the one-line "handshake" of the Aes Dana and the Ancients (those in the know) between paragraphs....Who was the author speaking to, hmmm?  Cy

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Who is a "Australian Sea Capain"?  Celt?
Who in 1943 circa of the book was a scientist? ethnic proxy or Spencer?  What is the name provenance wrt paradigm?

Read between the lines.

Why would a Grandmother dying of cancer, who was last Ollamh Mor leave two books examples of either side of the "choice of Nature" aka "choice of planetary character" argument for a apprentice to Synchronicity to inherit more than 20 years after an incomplete Banais Righi training?

What is Banais Righi?  A tanist trained in Sovereignty Brehon Law.

Implications in a 10K year old culture war over a world destined to be a universal wild card?  And left to fend for itself with two different character groups for 5000 years post cosmic treaty to sort out its own choices?

Implications long-term?  Just how long term are we cosmically speaking here?

Get it now?

Cy

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Let’s be friends Cy.

I raz the ones I like.

A little spilled yolk never killed anyone.

No one has to be sore at smelly goat

If you can get past my smelly act, I do good 1 on 1 up close magick.

I can touch your heart.

But if you are wrinkling your nose at my smell, yolks on you

Dan, look into the Native American warriors that walk backwards.

You will learn something maybe.

That the world doesn’t always go the way you want it to.

And sometimes it spins you round and you have to walk blind...backwards.

Now imagine if I turned around!

Straight on.

Really Cy, let’s all be friendz.

Super friends!

smelly speaks of meeting himself in his Earth form........

It is this form that dies, while his higher self moves on.  This is looking at death from the side of the immortal self, whilst most of us view death from the perspective of mortality.  There is no reason for you to concern yourself with the question of continuity, since it is implicit in the larger perspective that you inhabit.


Cy’s perspective is more familiar to most of us.  It places us within the Metanarrative, which smelly so loves to disdain....... he finding his Olympian perspective so much more, well....... Olympian

smelly does not disdain his Earthly form. At the very least, he finds his mortal coil to be a source amusement...... something that is not to be taken seriously.



(cont........)

A magic trick:



May the goat fart always be with you all.

Sometimes I dunk them if they ask me too.

But my hoof is in the right place, my heart.

Doesn’t always make sense.

I have to walk backwards Dan.

Even the assholes.

I meet all as friends.

I call any I meet into the depths.

I’m with all of us.

I’m with you Dan.

Don’t be glum Danny boy.

Round and round we go.

We can step towards you.

Cy, can you take a step towards us?

But you heard me a little and I heard you little and we both took a step closer to the still point.

Hahaha

I go deep...

Dan, I am not superficial.

I’ll get to you in a minute ack...

The smelly goat must sigh today........

Damn Dan, you and I might ever be super friends!

At long last, I am seen, if only in a glimpse.

That glimpse is eternal.

One can hardly believe it could be true.

But it is.

This is the way it is.

I knew Dan could get there and knew smelly would stumble into him.

It’s all a big crash up huh?!

Glorious!

Golden!

The darkness can’t kill the gold, only cover it.

An Oracle...

If I give away all my secrets in my crazy bag...I might disappear.



...and that would be just fine.

Then I can leave this dusty place.

And what is it the Smelly Goat seeks from me?
I never said anything to you.

"The seed of the prophet shall sit the throne, and drown in flame the mountains of man."





I will overthrow the throne of kingdoms, Hag. 2:22.

Everything we have built has crumbled and God is dead.

How quaint.

Bwahahahaha!

I want nothing Cy, but to share a poem...

92

Today I sat before the cliff,
Sat a long time till mists had cleared.
A single thread, the clear stream runs cold;
A thousand yards the green peaks lift their heads.
White clouds--the morning light is still;
Moonrise--the lamp of night drifts upward;
Body free from dust and stain,
What cares could trouble my mind?

Ack said something about opening a portal.  

And then Scott and I had a five hour conversation.

Team OM? Just wondering.......

I don’t know what’s happening but everything is coming together nicely.



I live a stranger in a strange land doing not-doing.

I only know myself as a flowing river of limitless potentiality.

I move without rhyme or reason, only a beat and a dancing rhythm.

Yes Dan, the lotus opens here as this.

The trick is driving with no hands.

That’s when all the Magick happens.



I’ve got a Black Magic Woman.



Do you?

The moment just felt like:::::::;;;/&/$:&@92’!

When you meet me, it’s death callin

I’m the Grim Reaper baby

You ain’t neva gonna escape my embrace

When we wrestle

We are going deep

It’ll be a death roll baby

I play for keeps

There ain’t nuthin you gonna keep

It’s all goin to the bottom of the

Deep Deep Deep

It’s my 2nd anniversary tonight and Ack posted this.

The kid has the stuff.

What can I say.

He’s a good study.

But always a pretender or me...

Bahahahaha

He hates that.

The smelly goat will press on what you hate.

Until you take my bait.



That’s how you open a god damn portal.

I called down a big worm.

“Usul we have worm sign the likes of which even god has never seen.”

Ya

True

92

That’s my crew.

Light one up for me and you.

Load it up.

We got the lights.

This shit right here has found new heights.

The black Magic Woman blindfolded me.

She wants to have some fun I see.

Snoop D. O. Double G.

Feels good to be free.

Unless you know the backward tweet

You and I will neva meet