Second-Guessing

Oh how dark is the lamp of reason when knowledge is taken for wisdom! All of the old blues and hillbilly songs told the tale, albeit in broken and twisted ways. When grace comes to us we rejoice! When tribulation comes we may falter at first, but then, if still we stand tall we may finally rejoice. When tragedy comes we weather it.

 

Of all the far off lands he once visited none could compare to a nice beach on a sun-drenched day. Palm trees and clear water made it all the more perfect. Ah, to relax in the sweet balm of sand and surf!

 

Harland Gasder could now say with confidence that he could do without the newsy chit-chat of current events. He would switch his mind over to more ethereal realms. Even if nuclear war were to descend from the skies or some other dastardly weapon ruined the day (for centuries into the future) he would not refrain from remembering those days on the beach and would look forward to the next one and the next one.

 

Escapist? Perhaps. But get drawn into the tempest of stupid stuff and become stupid—that was not for him. How much better to leave stupid to stupid, catch the next thing smokin’ and blow outta this town.

 

What was it about the beach that so intrigued him? For Harland it was a going to and being in beauty, rapturous beauty; the gentle, salty breeze, the hot sand between the toes, the sound of the waves lapping the shore, the soothing cool of the salt water—these simple pleasures made life worth living.

  

Now as to these online truthers, an old saying comes to mind (again). The following quote has to do with the forced interference, centuries ago, of the work of an esoteric group known as “Sufis.”

Three lines of defence were prepared against the interruption of Sufic activity which would result from the Mongol invasions:

 

1) Some Sufis emigrated.

2) Some remained behind and deliberately allowed themselves to be of assistance to the new regime.

3) Some remained and preserved their activity by disguising its outward form

 

—Ernest Scott, The People of the Secret (The Octagon Press: London, 1983), 262 

NOT that they are Sufis (by any stretch), but the couple who runs AIM4truth.org, Douglas and Tyla Gabriel, may fall into No. 2. That is, they may have embraced Trump and his "swamp-draining," etc., i.e., being "red pilled" when in fact it will be a neat way to re-ingratiate their esoteric, neo-anthroposophic selves into this new cadre who are about to oust The System. After all, the anonymous and not-so-anonymous patriots are bound to win the "2nd American Revolution" that the site never tires of speaking of.

 

What better way to gain acceptance in a world freshly cleansed of The Swamp, the Deep State, the Shadow Government, than to have been the online intel place swamp-fighters turned to and believed in during the struggle? With their “Conclave” in tow they micro-manage the site. Admittedly, they are doing good work. And yet is this their ultimate purpose: to place themselves and their neo-anthroposophy into a calculated high spot in the order-to-come? One wonders. Harland wonders.

Standing back and examining what he just wrote, Harland had to do a double-take. Remember that old Animals tune, Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood(?) That's more or less the state of my mind at the moment—that, or It's My Life, brooded Harland.

 

No good person, thought Harland, wants to get sucked into some Luciferian psychic mirror world. However, when you think of the "ancient mystery schools" (including Sufic teaching) there is esoteric knowledge that seekers seek for their betterment and the betterment of the world. This had led him to search for another hidden cabal; one that is on the side of the Good, instead of all this theosophic, NWO, Lucis Trust B.S.

 

So, not ALL dabbling in the occult, in esotericism is evil and negative. Even Carol Croft goes there in her personal earth-based paradigm of clairvoyance and healing work. And Harland has recognized the value of certain Sufi work, like that of Idries Shah, and other lifeways, such as Taoism, Zen Buddhism, or Native American spirituality. Therefore, decided Harland, I may need to flesh this thing out just a bit more.

 

When Harland mentioned and considered Secrets of the Invisible College, that Gabriel/Barnwell audio discussion, he had to wonder. Is what they are discussing there a positive take on processing oneself via the way of the ancient mystery school, but as a new bugaloo—with an updated, new consciousness sort-of-twist? That is, though he held some vague-though-well-founded suspicions about Gabriel, Barnwell had impressed him as someone who is sincere in his efforts, i.e., he appears to truthfully approach his subject matter, that of being an historian and “human potential avatar” (for lack of any other label). Still, Harland found that his quoting of Blavatsky was troubling, as were any references to “theosophy.”

 

What Harland wondered was whether Rudolf Steiner's anthroposophy, and Gabriel/Barnwell's recapitulation of it as neo-anthroposophy, could be a positive re-direction of Western "occult science." Let's face it, there have been lots of infiltrations and subversions by British/CIA mind control and Mossadomites (<=great word coined by Don Croft here).

 

The (real) Sufis were the original masters at stimulating esoteric human development. Zen and Taoist masters, too, would probably laugh at the West's comparatively silly attempts in that same direction. BUT, we are Christians by and large over here, which means we have a different socio-cultural paradigm, mused Harland. There IS a real Western esoteric tradition. Though it borrows heavily from the "East," it has its own flavor, e.g., alchemy, the grail mystery, the Holy Ghost, prayer, the Priory of Sion debate, etc.

 

SO, all this to say that Harland may have jumped the gun. Defining terms is always important and giving oneself time to consider and further study a matter is always wise. He concluded that he should not be so quick to write people off (e.g., as he did in a recent writing, re. Tyla<= she's probably as innocuous and well-meaning in her work as Carol is, thought Harland.) 

 

Finally, AIM4truth.org is more of a blog than a slick website. They do superb work at analyzing people and events, and with great intensity. I see their geo-political work as true investigative journalism. They get a little corny with their admonition to their "followers" to fight the “2nd American Revolution,” but so what—they're not perfect. So I do not think it wise to throw the baby out with the bath water and Harland is not quite comfortable dissing them, in retrospect. They do work hard and do good work.

 

As much as he is frustrated and stressed by keeping up on "current events," one cannot compartmentalize the spiritual from the mundane by just abandoning the world=>in a cloister or a desert, for example, or just self-insulating oneself from the "material world." There are exceptions of course. Certain (real) monks/ (real) self-realized spiritual masters are in their own worlds and can operate as the free spirits that they are. But for most of us schmoes we have to learn to deal with everyday B.S. while doing our best to evolve our human potential and to help our fellow travelers via doing more spiritual work. Harland tries to do just that by his writing and through his personal example and prayer.

 

It sort of boils down to who is more advanced in their understanding of the nature of the "Goo Trap." (That was Harland’s expression for the silly, mission impossible shenanigans forming a web that swallowed up the less-connected, the petty criminals and poor-dope heroes of the world alike, who knew no better, were still half-asleep, not having quite figured out the overarching scheme or design of the Grand Deception, and thus they were easy prey—prison fodder to keep the corporate slave labor going, whether they did their time inside or outside of those walls—or indeed, whether they just tried but did not quite succeed in figuring things out.)

 

On the other hand, Harland was a kind of meditato-potatohead. That did not bode well for him ever becoming much of an avatar. In any case, he’s not sure that's his destiny=>he’s too old, too weary; not psychic/clairvoyant<=but neither is he an armchair intellectual writing turgid prose.

 

Anyway, not trying to aggravate anyone, reflected Harland, only writing honestly about where I'm coming from and where I stand on “things.” Writing also helps me to sort things out. There's more on my mind but this is quite enough for now…Harland noticed that he was, more and more, feeling and sounding to himself like Bullwinkle the Moose. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtFE7k9pGHIrUqRLmzD8f4A 

 

Wanted: One Galvanized Pressure Cooker

The weather report indicated that today was the last cold day, at least for a small stretch of about one week. Harland was never so weary of winter. After all it was almost mid-April. It reminded him of his time in Glorieta living in a cabin a few miles up the Sangre de Cristo mountains just outside of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Even well into May the weather stayed cold and crummy there. Ah well, no need to fuss. Funny how we find fault with the weather even though we treasure being alive on this lovely (though troubled) planet.

 

It’s the same being among people: they can seem as fickle as the weather and we can never be quite sure where they’re coming from. Here's the point=>how do we know that the opinions we hold of others have not been "engineered" in slick ways so that we hold biases that may be completely wrong?—and if so, might that "put us off the scent" of otherwise solid and true allies in fighting the good fight? 

 

Someone may say or write something that is off-putting to you because it doesn’t comport with your beliefs. Yet you find, overall, that there is great worth in what the person otherwise says or writes and you feel that this outweighs what you considered to be one mistaken notion. Let’s explore this phenomenon, thought Harland. 

 

Groups we are biased against may have been infiltrated and subverted from within. Of course, "by their fruits you shall know them." Yet discerning the "them," particularly from afar in our digital-display, modernist world is fraught with difficulty. 

 

Degeneration tends to happen with every institution; a founder founds something and it starts out as a beautiful thing but people screw it up for their own personal agendas, egos, manias, or nefarious purposes. If you think about it, so-called spiritual and/or secret societies that are founded for worthy, altruistic purposes are particularly subject to being in the crosshairs for subversion by cabals of evil-doers. The last thing they want is for people to discover the truth about who we really are, e.g., our innate sovereignty, the divine potential of the human being and the mysteries of consciousness. They certainly don't want the gospel of Jesus to proliferate nor any real esoteric path that leads to enlightenment (as opposed to the occult path to Luciferianism).

 

But how do we determine the real, the Good? We can use our discernment. What's that? It's our accumulated knowledge and experience guided by intuition, right? So what if our knowledge, experience and perhaps even our intuition is or has been misguided, confounded? Then what? 

 

Douglas Gabriel and his wife Tyla run https://AIM4truth.org/  That's a news aggregator Harland tends to trust. Also, their in-depth analyses of past and current geo-political players and happenings that support the current events they present is superb. Additionally, it is a place where they make their neo-anthroposophy explicit to those “seekers of esoteric knowledge” who are interested. They are both adepts of Rudolf Steiner’s work, known as “anthroposophy,” and they recently put out an audio discussion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbNA3sOdh58&feature=youtu.be  It is entitled Secrets of the Invisible College. It features Douglas Gabriel in discussion with another Steiner adept, John Barnwell. Harland finds Gabriel to be quite the intellectual giant, albeit wordy and rather arid and annoyingly “left-brained.” He is able to warm up a bit more to his Steiner compatriot historian friend, Barnwell, who also comes across as a towering and informed intellect though more lovingly “right-brained” and personable.

 

Harland found this recent discussion between them to be quite fascinating and found himself wanting some feedback from like-minded folks. Why?—because he’s not sure he buys the Steiner anthroposophy, or at least their interpretation of it, which they call "neo-anthroposophy." When Barnwell speaks, Harland is inclined to like what he hears; when Gabriel starts bloviating he’s put off a bit. Harland does like what Jesus says about "the meek inheriting the Earth" and tends to agree with that wholeheartedly. He noticed, curiously, that Gabriel upturns this “meekness notion” in their discussion (but he qualified it, didn’t he?—might have to listen again).

 

One of his pet peeves is that he is suspect of anyone who has ventured into the Matrix and then proclaims essentially being “red pilled.” This is because of who Harland is. He never bought into the hissing lie of the normative. Instead, he dabbled a bit here and there in his bumbling way but never wanted to compromise his liberty as a "joiner"; though some might say we expand our liberty by the opportunities we encounter just by being a joiner and learning (with the right perception) what is to be found there. Still, Harland mused, those who are joiners, well, they're not like me and so I can't identify very easily with them. This arouses a natural suspicion in him. It could very well be a weakness of mine. I don't know. Maybe it has caused me to become an incurable romantic, a dilettante. I just don't know… 

 

Now in Gabriel's case, he claims to be clairvoyant and has advised people as an astrologer. Once upon a time he worked in the Army for the NSA doing intelligence work of some kind; then he became a Jesuit, assigned to infiltrate and find out as much as possible about Rudolf Steiner's work; this resulted in his mind being blown by what he discovered there and he "quit" the Jesuits to become a Waldorf teacher for the next 20-30 years. He loves to bloviate about how he consulted on the story line for Star Wars (a film Harland never liked, by the way). Gabriel has mentioned that he is a Freemason and a Rosicrucian. Now all of that sounds as tainted as can be to me. But then, to understand the world today such a background—if it has truly been re-directed to the Good—could be a definite force to be reckoned with.

 

Harland recalls too that Gabriel once mentioned his "friend," David Spangler. Now isn't he the guy who wrote: 

Lucifer comes to give to us the final gift of wholeness. If

we accept it, then he is free and we are free. This is the

Luciferic initiation. It is one that many people now, and

in the days ahead, will be facing, for it is an initiation

into the New Age…No one will enter the New World

Order unless he or she will make a pledge to worship

Lucifer. No one will enter the New Age unless they will

take a Luciferian initiation.

            —David Spangler, Reflections on the Christ

                (Forres,UK: Findhorn Press,1978), 44-45

These days you almost need an intelligence background in order to cull and parse the truth in current events; you definitely need to be a sleuth-hound, a real investigative journalist. Gabriel seems to be the real deal even though his persona doesn't resonate very well with old Harland. Tippecanoe and Tyla too, with her Sophia Goddess stuff and aw shucks populist-sounding rhetoric. There may be such a thing as a good "witch"—like Oz's Glinda, the Good Witch of the North—and maybe Tyla is such a one, but Harland has no way of knowing. Whatever...

 

The occult is a tricky thing. It can be used for good or for evil. Without proper caution and guidance a person can easily ​become duped, which I think is why the Church in the West has always steered away from occult practices, even something as seemingly innocuous and therapeutic as meditation. Instead, prayer is the way of Christianity and I've come to see that prayer really is a powerful thing.

 

So Harland is struggling in a bit of a paradox box here. How do we clean the doors of perception, purify ourselves in body, mind and soul, so as to plough the clouds toward making the world a better place? That's a big question for him—THE big question. We can hobo our way, approximating things with our discernment, always seeking to improve upon it. That's the point he’s at right now. Harland intends to gather up the many threads of his research (including the many strands of himself!) to explore this whole identity/trust/discernment conundrum.

 

Just as David Byrne takes on various personas, telling his interviewer, “maybe later,”  https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=dE-mxVxFXLg#  Harland too (with his own host of personas) finds himself in this limbo world that Byrne explores by improvs in his video.

 

If he remembers correctly, Gabriel might ascribe the identity conundrum to “not yet learning to control the desires of the astral body.” As the warmth of Spring envelopes him, Harland will need to bring such thoughts out into the natural world for airing and percolation. In this regard Harland will follow the charmingly blasphemous “Jack” in The Ruling Class (1972, starring Peter O’Toole), i.e., he will need to put these notions of his into his “galvanized pressure cooker.”



 

Sci-Fi or True?

Amid the sparkles and the rippling terrain, a dreaming Harland Gasder stood tall and firm. An almost superhuman effort was needed to do so. And as he turned round for a 360º survey, he reviewed the Dreamtime’s Cast of Characters that he knew to be "real"…   

Underground hives of the other Earth natives that thrive in many places around the globe, mostly reptoid. Other native races “live” here too, e.g., ancient Lemurians and Atlanteans, but they inhabit other dimensional realms tagged to the planet. Elementals guard and protect earth, air, fire and water. Sylphs. Star visitors such as Pleiadians and Andromedans offer friendly assistance. Venusians mostly take a wait and see attitude. But beware of the B-Sirians and Draconians. Gnomes, gremlins, fairies, and other wee folk pop in and out; Sasquatch, too, plays hide and seek deep in the woods.

There are celestials too: Angels, Saints—and ragtag collections of select folk, as are found among the Wingmakers.

And surely various demons lurk about. Consequently, all sorts of impersonators of all of the above abound.

A secret government of the world colludes with certain groups of aliens. They have their underground bases. They too have UFO and superior technology, varying in sophistication and inter-dimensionality degree.

Into this raging mixed bag of characters enters the entity called “Harland.” What a salmagundi, a gallimaufry, a smorgasbord of characters on this prison planet with its vast array of life and beauty,thought he. It’s all proliferating, inching, hiding, writhing, wriggling and blossoming where it can.

 

Suddenly, a gargoyley Mothman-type creature swooped down at him from up above. Harland ducked, instinctively. A hideous stink enveloped him in its wooosh as it thrust back upward.

 

Sci-fi or true? Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here—this was where his mind went just then...before it dawned on him: this is not a dream at all—he was standing in his back yard, just having a look around. 

Sublandia Bound

I wonder, I ponder, therefore I think, thought Harland.

 

In order to get to the real Cartesian “I think, therefore I am,” he figured he had to first get out from I think I think, therefore I am. Only then might he transition to “I think and intuit, therefore I am.”

 

Just like Bullwinkle, who collected boxtops, some people collect coupons and recipes. Harland collects certain somethings. In his ramblings on the web he seeks out truth tellers who have health tips, forbidden cures. It is obvious to any red piller that USA, Inc. has a depopulation agenda and he is intent upon not being one of its disabled populants. A step beyond this is another file folder he keeps entitled “Spirit,” where one finds little snippets, esoteric clues of spiritual proportions.

 

Harland believes that it is a strong body and mind that must support a clean and clear soul. Spirit can more easily manifest when all of the beacon generating capacities are working properly; clear reception is what he seeks. Doing battle with the geo-political beast and Luciferian acolytes necessitates some clearing to allow thought and intuition to coalesce properly.

 

Doing God’s work, living the gospel of Jesus, requires some purifying. That, too, begins with cleaning out the body/mind. The heart chakra is key and still emanates its etheric love aura regardless of its reckless keeper. But we’re talking maximum strength here; optimization of the Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower, as Dylan Thomas so wonderfully expressed the power of soul.

 

A recent tip-off was gotten via a file found on a favorite site he had dubbed the “Motherload.” He had gone to http://whale.to/b/croft_h.html and started a 500-page journey into The Adventures of Don & Carol Croft. This is essentially Don Croft’s journal of his experiences as an Orgonite Etheric Warrior tossing his holy hand grenades (HHg) and ChemBusters (CBs) hither and yon to clean up dead orgone and sick vortices. His life is the stuff of science fiction to the normie "pajama person" (blue piller), but he and his wife are apparently taken very seriously by the tri-letter agencies and their servitor psychics. It seems that Don has taken the work of Dr. Wilhelm Reich’s cloud buster and orgone generating to new heights—and he is not alone.

 

In typical serendipitous fashion, one find leads to other leads in rather short order. Old houndog that he is, it wasn’t long before Harland was onto the scent. As any red pill aficionado knows, one must unlearn before one can reboot oneself with the truth. Accordingly, one needs to detox before revivifying. Harland has thus embarked on a cleansing and rejuvenation program of his own.

 

His new regime will take until almost summer to complete. He’s excited and glad to broadcast his findings once they are found to be the remedial therapy he believes it to be. Until then, Harland is poking around here and there, generally making a nuisance of himself. He means well, but of course is slightly demented by his presumed, somewhat debilitated state.

 

The wind fills the sails. Tropics beckon. Other lands have secrets to decode. And Sublandia stays in perpetuity, distancing us from elementals, gnomes and fairies, inter-dimensional and starry helpmates. Wingmakers await to shove off the ship of recovering fools. Harland keeps reflecting upon brave Ulysses as he wades through the Dark Ages.