Forgive, but never forget. Keep the sword in one hand, and the paint brush in the other.


This is the first “astral-travel”, “alternate reality memory”, “past-present-future life recall” and so on that I’ll share on the internet, in a written form. For a few years, I’ve been logging some of my travels and memories from other lives, lifetimes, realms and whatever rlse, and this particular one that I want to talk about illustrates a number of things, including a very important message that everyone can learn from, and especially those of us who consider ourselves to be “awake” to what’s going within us, and in the world around us.

When people “wake up” from the proverbial slumber, but (as characters within the story world; i.e. your in-world persona, your ego-mind or ego) don’t remember what they (as souls) have experienced, they say they’ve had no dreams last night.

When the memory is vague or the person’s current conscience doesn’t really associate with it all that much, they say they’ve dreamt.

However, when we choose to remember, the memory is vivid and we recognize it as an aspect of ourselves as consciousness, and another life of our individual conscience, we recognize it as exactly that. Other realities, however far or close in resemblance to the ones we’ve the impression that we’re currently living in.

In these times of deceit and manipulation, and particularly as the slavery plantation system starts revealing its true colors and motives all the more blatantly, it may be very frustrating for those of us who are awake, seeing our brothers and sisters let themselves fooled and indoctrinated by the fear-mongering, refusing to even consider the idea that there may be a parasitic agenda taking place, and that each of us is responsible for both thwarting it and creating something better, as well as keeping it in place; or even recognizing that that is the case, but just refusing to do anything about it, out of apathy, laziness or just plain cowardice. They are letting themselves swayed by evil.

However, we are to be vigilant and aware, so that we do not fall for the same trap. I almost did. Some of you may have experienced something similar, but in the last while, I’ve seen that pretty much almost everyone around me and with whom I interact in my area, including my own family, with whom I’ve spoken about these things and about spiritual stuff… all they needed was a little propaganda and the impression of an immediate, temporary “danger” to fall right back into the pre-programmed, indoctrinated mindset and just blindly accept, or even cheer on for the draconian measures that the parasites and dark occultists are trying to normalize.

Imagine your mom, brother, or anyone else you hold dear, now pumping out heaps upon heaps of excuses for the evil that is going on, and quite a number of those who don’t, just let it happen without even lifting a finger. Even worse, they try to pull you down to their level of ignorance and deceit, seemingly throwing their honest feelings, reason and morality out the window, because of their cognitive dissonance. I’ve spoken about some of my current discernments about the scam-demic other articles, but that’s not what this one is about.

This article is not about “them”. While it is pertinent to acknowledge the differences of expressed consciousness, spirituality, intuition and intelligence, or whatever other traits that each individual manifests in their own unique and different ways, let’s not make this an “us” vs “them” thing. It’s very easy to do that, especially with the rage that may bubble up inside us from the frustration of seeing our loved ones falling for the evil and deceit.

In the past while, as the draconian bullshit attempted to implement itself more and more, seeing what people would let it get away with this time around, I’ve been becoming more and more resentful of my own friends and family. My anger at them, since it’s born of empathy and I use it consciously, channeling the energy creatively and for doing what is right, was never the problem. On the contrary, it’s always been useful, since I started acknowledging it and using it wisely.

There was, however, a problem. I was starting to be blinded by it, and it reached a peak when my own mother, despite all the conversations and attempts to make her not condone the evil anymore (even though she says she knows that there are hidden agendas behind it), she basically told me that this “evil” is “necessary”, that I supposedly “can’t” change the world, and that I should give up.

“NO!!! NEVER!!!” I screamed, enraged as my eyes started tearing up. “We are all infinite and unlimited consciousness!!! Each and every single one of us not only can change the world, but are always doing it!! What is this shared world you think we live in, but a reflection of what each and every one of us choose to bring forth into manifestation?! There is not a single breath, a single thought, feeling or action that doesn’t change reality!! You and all the cowards and all those who condone evil are “helping” the world, and our society become a worse place that it already is! Because you embody, or are starting to embody, the very mentality of the parasites behind the scenes, just on a less pronounced level.

In contrast, it’s always been those of us who are free spirited, conscious and alive, who are breaking the “rules” and refusing the “status quo”, brave, courageous and fearless enough to overcome our hurdles and obstacles, standing taller than we’ve ever stood before and always growing and evolving, no matter what. In other words, those of us who are “crazy” enough to think and know we can change the world for the better, we are always the ones who do so.

Someone who is weak sees a wall, and erroneously believes it to be a dead end.

Those of us who are conscious and strong, we see it as a challenge. We learn parkour, we climb, vault or jump over it, outright smash it to pieces, fly over it or whatever else. We rise above and move beyond, because we choose to.

Where there’s a will, there’s always a way; and even if it seems there isn’t any way, or in any other scenario, we always make it, ourselves.

If you think you “can’t”, you won’t.

If you think you’re “sort of” gonna do it, you’re “sort of” gonna do it.

When we know and comprehend that we always can, are and will, then we always can, are and will.

There is no such thing as “can” and “can’t”. There is will and will not. In other words, what we will to bring or not bring into our reality. We are the ones responsible for everything we choose. In order to manifest any change, we are to become the change, ourselves.

What we choose to manifest, is always a choice; and the choice is always ours.”

I said that and I meant every single word. I always do. In that moment though, I made a split in my conscience between me and my family, as I did not want to associate myself with those who condone evil.

After that, in every interaction with my family, I began to see a growing resentment or even hatred bubbling up inside me, towards them and the rest of the world. One akin to that which I’d been harboring during what I call the “dark age” of my life, where I was almost entirely (at least in some aspects) an emotionless psychopath, consumed by my rage and needing almost the entirety of what willpower I manifested at the time, to prevent myself from murdering my own family. My family, who have never once abused me, and are still helping me to this day (albeit still supporting the slavery system more or less, so it’s sketchy in that regard). I didn’t prevent myself from doing so because I might’ve been caught. Never gave a shit about that. I still don’t. It was, as I’d come to realize, because deep inside me, I knew it was wrong. It was but a trial and an obstacle I’d chosen to put in my own path, as an experience to overcome, learn from and rise above. As is all experience.

Frankly, I never did care if I died or not, and I still don’t, because I’ve always recognized death as an illusion, what with remembrance of beyond reality, other realities, lifetimes and all this stuff. However, I know I won’t die until I’ll have done what I came here to do. There is never anything to fear. Fear is an illusion, derived from an addiction to the forgetfulness of who we are as consciousness. What we need to do is remember ourselves, both within and beyond the story-realms we call “reality”.

So, even though I acknowledge that, my resentment was still bubbling up inside, because speaking to them on the “coronavirus” matter and about the agendas behind it, was almost like bashing my head against a wall. It was nowhere near the hatred I used to have in my “dark age”, but I felt the tendency (not yet the urge, though) to murder them again. This time, I smiled and played out different murder and torture scenarios in my head, but my smile was not one of sadistic satisfaction. It was one of conscience, knowing that it is good to acknowledge my own darkness and express my feelings, both the good and the bad, and channel the energy and turn it positive. Then, with a sigh of relief, I let it go and carried on.

Still, there was a slithering, hungering resentment within me that I wanted to overcome.

This is when I recalled another life-time of mine. Or created a reality precisely to experience this part of myself, as consciousness, or whatever else I did to witness and overcome this nascent hatred.

This is the particular “astral travel”, memory or whatever else, that I mentioned in the beginning of this article. Now that I teased you enough, let’s get into the actual story itself.


At once, I found myself within the realms of form, once more. I looked around, and as the memories of that life began to seep into my mind, I saw myself sitting in a damp alleyway, next to a run-down ghetto. As always, the world was shifting and contorting all around me, as I changed its shape through my own being. Energies and waves of light and darkness, brilliant and shadowy globes bursting and forming, entities doing their things and living their own lives.

As I walk through the alley, I am approached by a young, but feeble man dressed in rags, teeth decayed and worms eating away at his brain, intermingling as they slithered from one hole in his decrepit cranium to another.

I smiled at the man, and he welcomed me inside his home. Within, I saw him and his family members, all in various states of decay, going about their day, and every once in a while squirming and spasming from the worms that they let eat away at them. Some of them weren’t completely consumed, and something resembling a conversation was had, until I brought attention to the worms and their decrepit state, before I left their house.

Over time, over the years, I had a friendly-ish relationship with the man, with whom I’d hang out every now and again, and generally seeing people who gradually either let themselves consumed by the decay, as well as those who gradually overcame it.

Then, at once, the world was shook, and in the next moment, I recall seeing the world itself in utter decay, puss and grime bubbling and corroding both the man-made and natural alike, the world literally bleeding and infected.

I found that where there was once room for conversation, now the zombified threw stones and empty words at me, all of them – of course – failing to hit and disintegrating not just before reaching, but even before they even left their hands and mouths.

I looked to find others unaffected by the plague, and though I found a few, when we reached out towards each other, the now conjoined masses of decaying flesh and worms that overcame the cities seemed to be a barrier.

At once, I took flight and cut through the tumors effortlessly, but upon rising above into the air and looking at the world below, the world was falling into itself, barely managing to hold on as it had now become a literal gasping corpse.

Then, a young, dark skinned woman appeared beside me, grinning at me as if she thought she’d “won”. I immediately recognized her as an embodiment of the so-called “softer” side of evil, the negative feminine element of deceit, as opposed to the negative masculine element of overt violence. Both go hand in hand, but that was the form I saw in this particular world, as is also the case in the one in which the in-character awareness of the writer of this article perceives to be the so-called “current” one.

So, there I was, doing battle with this woman, the oceans rising up and boiling, as the mountains cracked and the skies broke apart like glass and splinterred wood, in the wake of our battle. Though none of her blows could even reach me, mine connected, but unlike the usual such lives and lifetimes, where I unmanifested evil with but a thought and a literal or proverbial snap of my fingers… my blows did no damage.

Angrily, I pressed on relentlessly, but the more enraged I got, the more delighted she seemed to become. I hurled her into mountains, drowned her in the boiling seas, impaled and burned her time and time again, but not once did she seem fazed.

Instead, she laughed at me, mocking and trying to tempt me towards evil.

“I create my own reality, and everything is always a choice. Neither you, nor anyone else has any sway or claim on me.” I said firmly, standing above her in the air and looking down at her, not single drop of sweat or damage on me.

She looked up, looking me straight in the eyes, as she rose to my level. “I know. You, as wise and conscious as you are, I cannot touch. You were never my target, though. Look around…”

We both gazed across the world, seeing what remained of the world, a whimpering mess of flesh and decay, with something resembling humans and other species wriggling around mindlessly and unfeelingly, wearing fake and empty smiles, as puss and blood filled drool seeped from the corners of their mouths, their eyes replaced by the now fat worms that ate away at their carcasses, as the woman’s clothes morph into that of a hooker, her body turning fat and slobby, resembling more of what the world had become.

“This world has fallen. This world is mine. You are aware of free will, yes? You change your reality, and so does everyone else change their own. You, yourself, recognize that just as you have chosen to be immune to my deceit, they have chosen to fall right in my trap.”

The world abruptly stopped. Time ceased to exist. There is no more illusion. There is I and We, as consciousness. It came from within, but not as words…

“Have I?” The question resonated all throughout me. “Have I really? Have I chosen, really, to be immune? If so, then why is evil still…”

And then I realized…

“No.” I said with utter calm, my body dissipating as I gradually became a white-blue, boundless flame, arcs of energy swirling both from and around me.

She looked at me, her initial confusion gradually turning to fear, as she froze up, no longer knowing that to say.

“I did not choose to be immune.” My words resounded all across reality. “Not this time. I chose to fall right into your trap.” I looked back at the masses of flesh and worms. “I am right in being angry, but in my condemnation of you and your supporters, I forgot to look within. I became blind to my own darkness, and have let my conscious arrogance veer towards ego-driven vanity. I was a fool; and this…” I wave my hand across the world. “… is an illusion.”

I start to laugh and laugh, and laugh again, tears of joy and revelation filling my eyes, as they vanished and became light.

“I forgive myself. I rise above another obstacle, as always.” The world was engulfed in my flames, the flesh and puss dispersing in cleansing light. “And you know what?” I come to her, looking into her crying eyes with a warm glance, taking her cheek within my palm and watching the flames spread to her. “I forgive you, as well; and I forgive everyone.”

“W-why?” She muttered, shaking as she didn’t know what to do.

“Heh. Like I said, neither you, nor anyone has any sway or claim on me. That also applies to everyone. Free will is never given, and free will is never taken. That’s why it’s free will. More so, free will is not just something we have. It’s something we are. I was the one who blinded myself; and I am the one who’s risen above the blindness, and see myself more clearly and profoundly, yet again.”

As I spoke, the world gradually began to fade away into the myriads of other memories and lifetimes, with those who were evil fading from the world and going into lower realms, and the good rising above and going into more advanced and conscious realities.

“Our choices are always our own to make. If you choose to rise above your own inner demons, go and make good, and be yourself. If you are a parasite still, then begone, but remember that there is always hope, and everyone can change, with but a choice. I choose freedom and what is right and conscious, of my own will and conscience, no matter what.

I and we are all and always free and freedom, imagination, will and intent… infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…

What we choose to manifest is always a choice; and the choice is always ours.”

With a smile, I raised my hand and snapped my ethereal fingers, unmanifesting that reality, and manifesting something else, rising above and moving on, as my in-character awareness shifted its attention to other realities, harmonizing more consciously with I/we as infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…


That is the message of this story, and while it’s aimed at everyone, it is especially aimed at those of us who are awake (to whatever extent) and may find frustration, anger and even hatred in these particular times, when it may seem like our families and friends abandon us, and maybe in some cases, they actually are.

Express that anger, sorrow, rage, sadness, resentment, hatred, fear of any other darker aspect of yourself, but don’t be blinded by it. Feel what you need to feel, shout your lungs out (I was screaming to the top of my lungs, both in the streets and in my home, crying and shouting in rage and sorrow), and feel everything thouroughly and fully… but remember who you are beyond it. It is an obstacle you’ve chosen to overcome, and in order to do so, you need but will it so; and you will find a way. Always.

Forgive yourself. Forgive those who wrong you and who are still asleep, but at the same time, be firm and defiant, refusing to accept the evil and being willing to unmanifest it, and retaliate against it. But not with hatred in your heart. Fighting hatred with hatred just breeds more of the same, which is part of why almost all revolutions in our history, while they may have been started for good reasons, long term we’re still in the same shitty type of society.

“Problems will not be solved, with the same level of consciousness that created them.”

When we change ourselves within, the world and what we experience will naturally change to reflect that evolution within ourselves. The so-called “inner world” creates the so-called “outer world”.

There are many practical solutions to overcoming and replacing this slavery system, which – as with all evil – does not manifest any ability to exist without people blindly consenting to it. A parasite always completely relies on its host. If the host repels the parasite, the parasite goes poof.

Though there may be many nowadays who are still asleep, we are the ones who need to show them by example what it’s like to express freedom consciously, doing whatever we might both individually and coming together with other freedom oriented ones, gradually building the society we want and eventually replacing the parasitic system with something freedom-oriented.

Aside from the spiritual and other esoteric stuff, from which the “story world” or “manifested reality” is manifested, as well as generally questioning everything and always creating, learning, growing, etcetera, there are also many in-world applications and practical solutions that anyone can try out regardless of where they’re at in their spiritual journey.

Things like agorism and counter-economics, contributionism (Michael Tellinger’s Ubuntu movement), permaculture, going off grid, growing your own food and producing your own water and electricity, intentional communities, naturopathic medicine, free energy technology, and many other things, aside from refusing to support the “state” and abolishing the belief in so-called “authority” of any kind (which is just a euphemism for slavery).

Always remember, among other things…

Nobody and nothing has a higher claim to our lives than we do.

There can be no “chosen ones”. Only we can save ourselves, and only we have the responsibility to do so.

Never obey, never rule. Never surrender, never impose. Never follow, never command.

Never serve, never be served. Never pray, never be prayed to. Never worship, never be worshipped. Never submit, never dominate.

Never a slave, never a master.

Never give up, never give in.

Never fear, and never be feared.


Always proud, strong and defiant. Playful, teasing and mysterious. Conscious, confident and fearless.

Bravery is not letting fear influence our choices and actions.

Courage is the process of overcoming fear.

Fearlessness is having risen above the very notion of fear.

I/we are all and always free and freedom, imagination, will and intent… infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…

What we choose to manifest is always a choice; and the choice is always ours to make.

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