October 10, 2005

• 11:11, exopolitics, remote viewing, and all that jazz

  My husband has referred to me as a “professional weird person.” 
  He oughta know.  I know that by some standard definitions, I’m
  nuts.  I diagnosed my own obsessive/compulsive disorder after
  I had transcended it.  By that, I mean that in childhood and early
  adulthood I exhibited many signs of OCD but nobody else ever pointed
  them out to me.  Those behaviors fell away while I was in my
  thirties, and in my fifties my study of psychology revealed to me that
  my earlier patterns of behavior had fit that diagnostic niche.  I
  then had a label for it, and have subsequently come to understand the
  trauma and environmental stressors that precipitated it, as well as
  some of the brain chemistry involved.

  Likewise with my Type II Bipolar Disorder.  Through adolescence
  and up to menopause I was frequently depressed and on rare occasions
  manic.   Early on, I recognized the depression and learned to
  self-medicate for it with amphetamines.  Then I learned NOT to
  self-medicate with amphetamines — baaaad stuff!  It was only
  relatively late that I learned to recognize my own mania.  That
  seems natural enough.  Being manic can be fun.  While one is
  in mania, it is difficult to think of it as pathological.  It is only
  later, while trying to pick up the pieces left in the wake of one’s
  manic episodes, that one might gain some perspective on it.  Here,
  too, I now have a perspective on the brain chemistry involved, a
  perspective that lies somewhere between that of a lay person and that
  of a neurobioelectrochemist.

  Those are the flavors of madness that I own and acknowledge.  Then
  there are the dubious and/or spurious labels that have been applied to
  me by psychometric technicians whose clever little test questions often
  require me to choose one option out of two or more, none of which
  really fits.  These self-deluded, self-important, self-appointed
  experts have said that I am borderline paranoiac (nonsense–I can tell who
  is out to get me and who isn’t) with schizotypal characteristics. 
  That latter bit, “schizotypal,” is applied to me because I admit that I
  have been labeled “psychic” by people who don’t believe that I have any
  “normal” means for knowing what I know.  The only response I hear
  from the voices in my head, to that “diagnosis”, is laughter.

  The foregoing is preface to the following.  Some of you know that
  I hardly ever just jump into a topic without providing
  background.  This time, it is intended to filter out some of the
  inevitable comments.  Nobody needs to drop any propz here just to
  tell me that I’m nuts.  In my opinion the self-styled “skeptics”,
  who choose to disbelieve everything that lies outside their tiny little
  reality bubbles, are the crazy ones.  I have chosen not to be a
  True Believer in anything.  I will accept as a working hypothesis
  anything that appears to work.  “Effectiveness is the measure of
  truth.” (the seventh Huna Principle) 
  My only prejudice is against those who prejudge.  In the mood I’m
  in right now (pre-emptive defensiveness), I’m likely to delete, and
  block the authors of, any and all scoffing comments I receive on this
  entry.  Now, to get to the point of all this….

  It started five weeks ago.  I was doing web searches for certain
  passages from the Urantia Book I wanted to send to someone I was
  counseling.  I don’t recall the chronology of events here… in my
  mind it all seems to have come simultaneously.  I found the
  passages I wanted; I found references to some names I recognized (Vern
  Grimsley and Emma “Christy” Christensen); I found references to a
  “Teaching Mission” and “Correcting Time” that came as news to me; I
  found sites where the Teaching Mission and Correcting Time were
  associated with 11:11; and my Spirit Guide spoke to me and said I need
  to get back into doing more channeling.

  The 11:11 references triggered some negative associations.  While
  Greyfox and I were publishing the Shaman Papers, we had received for
  review some books by Solara about 11:11.  Greyfox judged them to
  be total airy-fairy, woo-woo New Age metafizzling nonsense (he was at
  the time a staunch believer in the Archaic Revival, dragging his feet
  over being forced into the Aquarian Age).  Even though I had
  noticed inordinately numerous instances of 11:11 showing up on my clock
  and elsewhere, I wasn’t favorably impressed by Solara’s interpretation
  of the phenomena.  I don’t think we ever reviewed her books in the newsletter, both
  of us having been unable to figuratively choke down one in its entirety.

  I knew Vern Grimsley to have been unpopular with the founders and
  leaders of a Urantia Book study group I had attended in Anchorage in
  the 1970s.  In contravention of the Book’s strictures against
  priesthoods, gurus, and “pastors” interpreting spiritual texts and
  interceding between Spirit and individual mortals, he had set himself
  up as head guru of the Family of God.  That was all I knew about
  him.

  I had met Christy, the last surviving member of the Urantia Book
  Contact Commission, the people responsible for channeling and
  publishing those materials.  She and another blue-haired old lady
  from that circle had traveled up here and visited our study group
  during a retreat we held in ’79 or thenabouts.  She struck me as a
  sweet but rather vacuous old bird, so some of the things revealed by my
  subsequent web searches came as quite a surprise.  That old bird
  had a lot of clout.

  That was just the start of a big intellectual, psychic and spiritual
  adventure, from which I have taken a little time off now and then to
  blog here.  I just wasn’t ready, I suppose, to integrate this
  blogging part of my life and that new branch of the reality tunnel that
  had just opened up for me.  From time to time my life does get
  somewhat compartmentalized, but in the long run Integrity R Us,
  folks.  Welcome to my world, v.2005.10.

  Solara still doesn’t make total sense to me, despite having spent a few
  hours reading her stuff online.  The version of the 11:11
  phenomena that does make sense to me is here. 
  The difficulty I have making sense of Solara, and the ease with which I
  joined the 11:11progress group, could be a simple matter of
  language.  Having read the Urantia Book and gained a high degree
  of respect for it, I had the vocabulary already and was predisposed to
  think in those terms. 

  The U Book and this group speak of Midwayers, Angels and
  Celestials.  I have seen parallels between these ideas and those
  of others who speak of their “sources” in terms of faeries, dragons,
  UFOs, vibrations, planetary energies and ancient gods.  Each of
  those groups to some extent rejects the messages of the others, but I
  am more inclined to look for similarities and find
  correspondences.  However, regardless of the vocabularies used by
  others and how closely their ideas parallel mine, my vocabulary and my
  mind remain firmly and comfortably in the camp of the Angels.

  This does not keep me from exploring concepts expressed in a different
  lexicon.  I am determined to transcend as many language barriers
  as I can.  For example, there’s the UFO model of reality
  exemplified by Exopolitics:

  …the Asian Tsunami of December 26,
  2004 (Boxing Day) may have been caused by gravity waves  which
  accompanied a gamma ray burst caused by the explosion of a Neutron Star
  in the Constellation Saggitarius, some 45,000 light years from Earth. 
  The article also summarizes analysis of whether the December 26, 2004
  event may be an indicator that a cyclical Galactic Superwave event,
  recurrent every 13,000 and 26,000 years, is overdue and may occur
  precipitously in the near term future.  The Mayan Calendar’s current
  TUN, or organic unit of Galactic time, ends on December 21, 2012.

  BTW, as has been pointed out several times on the 1111angels board,
  since calendrical confusions and revisions have “rearranged” time so
  that the birth of Jesus Christ actually occurred in what we now call
  the year 7BC, this year is really 2012.  Since the Mayans probably
  hadn’t been influenced by “our” calendrical reforms, and since
  presumably whatever beings were speaking to Terence McKenna when he was
  inspired to create the Timewave Zero software knew about those
  discrepancies, any worries that the world will end this December might
  be premature.

  I do go on and on, until my readers’ eyes glaze over, and on beyond,
  don’t I?  I shall probably go on and on and on some more. 
  Stay tuned… or not, your choice.  Choose to believe that you
  choose your own beliefs.  But reality??? Now that’s another matter.
  

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