The Ordinary Tribesman


Beseech the agencies of love standing tall along the roadways of weary travel. Drive the vehicle of unstoppable fortitude to the remote mountains and valleys which guard the treasures programmed to invoke the order of promise. Visit the tribes of mystic power which paint the design of transformation with dyes from long forgotten cities on faces with an eye open to a land of spirit fire. Strip the costume of worldly acclamation, remove the mask of material elitism, and dress in the uniform of equality. Bow down to the most ordinary tribesman of modern day life.

You have answered the summon of profound awakening, and emerged from the tomb of finite existence. You transcend the illusory solidity of a limited dimension and penetrate the networks of institutions, some of which impose the lies of deterioration and oppress the urge of life which ceaselessly fights to trigger the eternal chains of love interlinked to the sacred ground on which we stand.

You swim in wells of purity, carry the torch of brotherhood and light the path for all mankind, all animalkind. You scatter the golden dust of peace and offer mercy in the face of hate and evil. Your heart is a neverending stream of goodness which feeds the crops of human endeavor and transmutes the mangled pathway of every tired soul. Your luggage transports the light of wisdom and the might of power and knowledge which is freely given to the seeking, asking soul.


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A Journey to Riches


The journey is lived in the work we do. We kneel before the duties life presents us. We rest our mind on the beauty of forces unseen. We do not despair over the dull angles and corners of ordinary life. We drink from a well of inspiration to nourish the demands of a life which seems less than ordinary. Never do we dismay over a life other than our own which may seem greater and grander than ours. We have finally and deservedly acquired the lesson of divine gratitude for a life which toils on the avenues of secondhand possessions. In this place of creaky doors, rusted pipes, hardened seats, and intricate cobwebs have we discovered the glory of riches far removed from the gluttony of world power and the strife of war against our neighbor.

We see with eyes of light how the punches and stabs of life have pushed us to a place visited by few, yet a place profoundly, even if unconsciously, coveted by all. We now behold the realization that the arduous test of broken dreams which sliced our heart opened the invitation to travel on the express of transformation and remuneration. We have awakened from the desolate sleep which pulled us deep into the planes of Earthly life, and extricated us from our inherent right to truth and love.

In the fashion of perfect world order, every element and every heart answers the highest call to align the victory of this incarnation with the eternal glory of the ancient spirit which unfolds and manifests the triumph of peace, joy, and wisdom.

In every task of daily life exacting the force of every muscle and thought do we rejoice in the assurance of a reward of paradise emanating from a dimension far above the castles and fame snatched by too few for too long. A hand of mercy and power is held out to the soul awakened by the light of love, and quickly does the door slam in the face of usurpers of power and fabricators of lies. The crown of illumination has found a place on the head of the soul faithfully and joyfully serving the machine of typical and ordinary experience knowing full well that God has bestowed his and her heart with the power of love and the promise of masterhood.

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We are the soldiers of the order drafted by the galactic dimension resting on an orbit beyond the veil of terrestrial density among infinitesimal worlds of power and wisdom. We specialize in combat against towers of institutionalized spells of human damnation. We are trained in transporting declassified and accessible elements of potent auric energy suffused with transcendental power fitted to transfigure the fields of darkness latching to the latticework of life into promises and fulfillments of eternal joy and peace.

A call to this mission is initiated at the incarnation of the animated force meaningfully thrust upon the landscape of the noble blue planet. The draft selection motivated by the triumphs of successive lives intends for many souls to awaken from the illusory and cunningly deceptive sleep of lies which dogmatizes degeneration, deterioration, and death.

Those called to the boot camp of elevation and liberation from the chains of dense matter are implanted in a simulation of destitution, frailty, and dysfunction. As the order of light has determined, the implantation serves as the arduous but fruitful test to instigate a sagacious soul to seek and use the weapon of laborious service to probing and questioning humanity, and to wear the armor of peace meant to propel the latent forces of world change and evolution. A substantial fraction of the mission demands the soldier of the order to embody the truth of priesthood which represents a living testament of love, mercy, and compassion.

In the end, we are worshipers humbly kneeling before God, exercising the spark of divinity, imaging and ordaining the resurrection of perfection, and dismantling the throne of oppression which has suppressed for eons every soul’s right to walk in the light of truth, power, healing, and love. The soldiers of the order form the army of the light. Our conquest is mercy and compassion, and our victory is your defeat of the insidious slumber induced by the system of doctrines and science which strip us of the cognition that we are the true gods and goddesses.

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A World Without Truth


Truth drives the highest world order. It belongs to all of us, yet it is an individual choice to exercise it. It is our choice to shut the door to the portal of truth, or keep it open. Patience is the denominator of the acceptance of truth. Patience is a scarce resource in the mines of planet Earth. We utilize measures of speed to establish allure, and speed, in the context of modern Earthly life, depletes the mines of patience resting in the mountains of world change. To reiterate, to unlock the truth, we require patience.

Essentially, the need for speed stems from the fear produced by the lack of truth. The plague of fear propels the power of institutions to persuade the masses to buy in to poisonous, oppressive, and deadly ideas which ensure the wicked, crazy riches of few, very few. Distorted measures of speed caused by deficiencies in patience set the expectation of the pleasure principle. Fear induces pain and pleasure negates pain. To manifest pleasure in a world without truth, we acquire the need for speed.

The plague of fear creates a bodily condition of degeneration, imperfection, and disease. The token of choice encourages the majestic co-creation of one’s personal world, even if that world is a road to hell paved with good intentions. The choice of some is to shut the door to the portal of truth which consequently invites the plague of fear. The institutions of third dimensional power attain persuasive agility through the conscious or blind choice of the masses. Without the magic potion of patience we become sitting ducks in the insidious mass hypnosis by empires of monetary profit. We are enslaved by the perception of helplessness and powerlessness.


In our degeneration, imperfection, and disease, with our acquired need for speed and the pleasure principle, we become the perfect breeding ground for fibbing institutions. Turn on the television, and be convinced of the low velocity of life. Let the fear of illness instigate the dependence on pills of medicine. Crave the food they tell you to eat. Place your money in the pockets of the rich and povertize your personal power to heal and change. To the notions of the institutions, in no instance are you a co-creator, and in all instances a victim of the darkness and sadness of life. You are repeatedly fed spoons of the garbage of victimhood, and denied the glory of priesthood.

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Open the gates of truth and patiently await that through which personal choice and power you ordain. Close your eyes to the measures of speed of terrestrial life, and place faith in the manifestations of the eternal graces from places up high. Let the surety of the promise of heaven to make this world anew replace the artificial supports of the pleasure principle, and allow strength and courage to plaster the plague of fear and shut down the institutions.

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The Path of Communication


Life unravels delicately, demonstrating the vitality of ascension on Planet Earth. Here and now, one has acquired full comprehension of third dimensional context, of corporeal life. The mystical depiction of everyday events demonstrates the profound ties between humankind and cosmic forces of the Universe. Evidence portrayed in revolutionary constructs for a new way of life prove the occurrence of human transmutation and accelerated evolution. The virtues of peace, joy, love, wisdom, and compassion accompany the elaborations of this lofty transformation. You are the protagonist in this enigmatic play of consciousness elevation.

The solicitation is made to the downtrodden, imprisoned, oppressed, and forgotten. A message has been delivered from the higher forces of benevolence. It is dynamic and speaks to the experiences of your modern day. One has learned the actualities of observable life and their relation to the unobservable, infinite potencies which interplay, transform, and transmute. This is an ancient message incarnate in the contemporary precepts of what we call today. Every message clutches a unique nugget of truth, yet each is inexorably interlinked. Your heart is spoken to directly. The electromagnetic attraction is inevitable, calling out to you without the use of voice, words, or vision.


The diffusion of divine messages traveling on the paved frequencies and vibrations of intergalactic space toward Earth impact the mountains and valleys of intricate and complex human drama and tragedy. The messages profoundly stir spirit, mind, and emotion. Their motive is pure love and service. Their desire is to transport you to the realm of ultimate purpose. Your surrender and awareness drive the flow of messages which find expression in the masterpieces of hard labor and unending faith. This allows the Higher Self and angelic delegation to pour the waters of wisdom and knowledge into the portal of third eye receptivity. The purposeful nature of the message is always assured to you who sustains awareness of the vibrational energies not just of here, but of there.


Engaging in the labor of spirit invokes the channel to open and the message to arrive. This course of action belongs to the still, quiet mind and body. Be certain of a prominent, prophetic undertone. Your faith and desire propel the manifestation. The critical factor involves truth to oneself and sharing the heights, widths, and depths of one’s understanding. This prevents over-extension to unfamiliar dimensions. There is always identification to a personal store of knowledge, yet one realizes the message springs from the heavenly wells of guidance. This is the framework for reception and establishes a foundation for wondrous divine expression. In the midst of meditation, on intent focus on the voice of angels, beings of light, and the Higher Self, the message finds its destination in you.

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Beyond the Fiction of Fact


I defend impossible and absurd renditions of life’s mysteries on the basis of conquest of peace and joy. There was a time I awaited the literature of scientific research and sermons of religious doctrine to undertake the extraction of viruses and bacterias of misery and suffering. I enabled debilitated institutions by prolonged examination and irrelevant probing of principles which led me on a vicious circle of unanswered questions and unrelinquished pain. I coped with the agony of broken-heartedness to the point the threat of self-annihilation implored the universe the urgent care of a soul on the brink of flatlining.

Traditional creeds, hypothetical statements, ecclesiastical rituals, methodical experiments, and catechismal precepts proved fruitless in the recovery of a wretchedly disarranged heart, body, and mind. Far beneath the layers of defensive armory and grisly wounds lay a diminutive, unapparent seed of potent desire to express the infinite vastness of human existence. To this condition spoke the words, the books, and the people of unscientific magic, druids of faith, the music of rainbows, and the supreme idea I can also be the truth, the way, and the life.


Whatever anatomy of mind, body, and spirit lay dormant in the catacombs of terrestrial plight awakened to the invocations of extraterrestrial might. More than my mind, my heart has been eloquently literate in the library of what struggling minds label unreal, absurd, and impossible. Instead of establishing the direct link between the “spoofy” literature and remarkably undeniable and unforgettable transmutation of a disillusioned soul, the community slaps this cosmic truth with the political correctness of spontaneous remission.

Sound the alarm, blow the whistle, and clang the bell that here stands the culprit of folly, the thief of respectable institutions, and the destroyer of scientific facts. Let the joy of my heart, the peace of my mind, and the laughter in my life proclaim the insistence for the excavation and revelation of long forgotten truths to dispel long standing lies.

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Build and They Will Come


Build purity and service and they will come. Labor in the fields of gratitude and await the forces of inspiration. Accept the conditions of daily life and complete the tasks presented before you. Rest your mind on the certainty of vibrations of peace, joy, and harmony. Take the reigns of co-creation and tackle the puzzle of conflict and strife. Surrender the weapons of achievement and acquisition, and accompany the meekness of stillness, obscurity, and banality. Dive into the ocean of transformation and allow the energy of healing change to drag you into the depths of illumination. Breathe the water of wisdom and knowledge and willingly drown in the glory of peace and love. Build this and they will come.


They will come on fleets of light and power. They will restore our broken homes, rugged streets, and jagged nations. They will empower the pillars of Earthly evolution to invoke the mutations of elevated existence and soaring purpose. They will set foot on our cultivated ground and consume our harvest of service and humility. This angelic delegation will travel from the galactic dimension and uphold the debt to humanity owed for our constant and benevolent desire to ascend this planet from the pits of egoism, aggression, and avarice. We build with hands of kindness, minds of understanding, hearts of love, and bodies of light, and they will come.

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