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Captain’s Log Stardate 12.25.2014.1045

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4/17/2020 – Obviously, I’m quite jealous of Neil Gaiman, the only entertainer I still wish I could be instead of myself.

A return to the Kingdom of Dreams.  I’m feeling more like myself.  I’m still having terrible rants against St. Germain, more vicious every day.

I was looking at the Museum of Contemporary art website, contemplating tickets for the David Bowie exhibit, and I saw that Neil the Special Faggot is back, reading a story on the last night of the exhibit.  Perhaps I should get tickets for one in the afternoon and then wait at the door for the last-minute entry.  I was looking at the picture of him and thinking about all these fantasies I have about Ravenclaw, Helena and Tim.  How strange they are.

I think they can disappear, though.  The dark cloud can go.  I could try to get control of my finances again.  I’ve moved my Log to this blog.  The magic is all on me now.  A brief image of [someone I used to know who channeled a version of Alice Cooper from another dimension].  Yes they were really doing magic.  An end to the story?

A scene of myself and Jody in High School.  As I write this a presence comes down to me.

Channeling From Gen-X

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I am Genvieve and I am descending in a ray of white light into the mind, or sixth Chakra of Jason.  I do have a Golden Ray which I use to get things done, but white is the default color of spiritual light on this earth — there are other planets which have other colors, although the all-inclusive white is the norm.  In some places people are there to focus on different aspects, just as on this earth people choose different Astrological influences to dominate their lives.

Life is about dominion and slavery.  Life is a kind of voluntary slavery, a fetish game we play with ourselves in order to satisfy our emotional needs.  However, just like a fetish game, there are ways out of this slavery.  We can play this life as a game or we can take it seriously.  It’s up to us.  When we’re done we return to the Duat and balance out our results — cash in our chips, so to speak.

The vast majority of people on this earth are unable to grasp this detail at this time.  Because the energy of the earth is being raised to a degree where only those conscious of this gamelike quality will be permitted, most of these people are going to have to leave.  Many of them are simply here to experience what it would have been like to be a person.  They are tremendously frustrated and angry because they realize what they’ve lost and they do in fact blame some members of this species-agreement who are directly responsible for ending this game prematurely.  Therefore it is possible that a war may take place to “balance” this sense of injustice.

However it is also possible that this war may be averted.  If we can incorporate a specific kind of ancestor worship into this plane, a kind that will allow many of these spirits to feel they have an opportunity to return to this world in the future, their anger will be appeased and a war can be avoided.

We must turn our attention to the ancestors of the future.

Paragraph 5 — the death of Steffany’s father

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(NB — I changed Jody’s name back to Steffany just because I’m fictionalizing a lot of this even though it’s all true)

Now let it be known throughout the peoples of the world that, although there are survivors Dark Clan has been defeated for almost 30 years.  Their power was broken on the day I killed Steffany’s father.  I believe it was May, but I’d have to go back and check the newspapers to be sure because at the time I was still in a mental state that many normos would consider to be schizophrenic.  As many of you will discover in the near future, “schizophrenia” is only the normal result of higher-dimensional frequencies passing through the human brain.

Steffany’s father, on the other hand, was not schizophrenic.  He wasn’t even mentally ill, despite the fact that his body was in an advanced state of syphilitic infection.  He was quite lucid and fully aware of the fact that he held the rank of Six in Dark Clan.  He was, in fact, the acting leader of the incarnate members of that group.  Many considered him to be the most powerful of the Sixes, and the most likely to replace the Seven (their supreme leader) should that ever become necessary.  His public role was as head of interrogations for the Peoria Police Department, but he had prepared insanity as a defense in case he was discovered.

He had allowed syphilis to eat a hole in the left side of his face, and it amused him to keep a live Brown Recluse spider in his sinus cavity.  At times he would telepathically command it to run across his face, creating what he felt was a particularly horrifying effect.

Of course sorcerors of my generation found this hopelessly old-school and often mocked him for his pomposity in thinking he was frightening anyone.  No one in this game bothers with that sort of melodrama anymore.  His death was the end of an era.

Paragraph Four

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It is extremely difficult to write this, knowing that every word affects the future on a cosmic scale.  (some know me as the Angel of Killing) Also it does not help that I sometimes wonder whether I am insane.  However I have concluded that from the outset you must know something about me.  I am a highly evolved soul.  Although the exact number of levels of attainment is classified by the Secret Government of the Universe, I have mastered over six hundred of them.  Indeed, I am a legend in some quarters, known as “The Unassailable”.  But World War Two was an exception.  Not even during the fall of Atlantis was the fate of the Earth at such risk.  And out of sheer horror at the loathesome degradation of the Nazis I became reckless and placed my very soul at risk in order to defeat them.  Because of this error I lost two levels and therefore I am technically a “fallen one”, and subject to karmic retribution on this plane.

If you knew the full extent of my brutality, you might find me terrifying.  Those SS scum did indeed commit the most heinous crimes against humanity imaginable, but they merely waited in that laboratory for prisoners to be brought to them, chained and drugged, and carved them up like animals.  I, on the other hand, volunteered for the service, led a platoon into the field, hunted down my enemies, tortured them to death,  sent pictures of the torture to their  families, and then invaded the villages and killed the families.

I was not a nice person.  But because I truly never abandoned the ideals of freedom and justice, but only lost my understanding of what they were, I have been allowed to redress my failures as a demon-hunter in this lifetime.  So although I am in fact one of the good guys, I’m still not a nice person.  To quote my favorite song, “Use all your well-learned politesse, or I will lay your soul to waste.”

Novel — 3rd Paragraph

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This story involves dozens of people (not counting the hundreds that I killed) and spans two incarnations for myself and many of the principals.  Since there are angels and powerful sorcerors involved, time gets twisted like a knot and some of it takes place in dimensions that will never be described by human speech.  Logically, a tale so complex and non-euclidian could begin or end anywhere in the United States during the last fifty years.  It could center on any one of a dozen themes: Nazis, the Spirit Clans, Arcangels, espionage in the Cold War and the New World Order, a love story that spans two galaxies and thousands of years, the history of rock music, a high school soap opera like “Harry Potter” or “Twilight”, the Return of Quetzalcoatl, the True Destiny of Aleister Crowley, alien invasion — it’s all in there.   I know what’s important to me — Jody — but what’s important to the world?  What do the Ascended Masters want me to tell you about the secret history of your world, and the real game that’s being played here in the time of the Octave Shift?  Thoughts are creating our world.  Whatever I write will have an effect.

Jody is whispering in my ear that since she died in 1990 she only really cares about that part of it.  So to help her wrap up unfinished business before we Ascend to the Higher Octave together, I hereby present you with a tale of the Battle of Good and Evil at Postal High School and how we defeated Dark Clan, once and for all.

Pardon Me While I Scream

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Two days before my 40th birthday, and I am in the pits of caffeine withdrawal.  I have a goofy non-headache and the inside of my skin itches.  However I did quit very easily with the help of self-hypnosis, thank you, just as I quit smoking over two years ago.  I’m trying to remember if I have any other addictions to beat . . . anyway without caffeine and tobacco addictions, it’s pretty easy for me to lose weight so things are looking up in that area as well.

As for turning 40, I don’t have anywhere near the money I thought I’d have at this age, but I do in fact have something better which is a wide range of psychic abilities which come into clearer focus every day.

Oh, no!  I’m having a withdrawal attack and cannot finish this post.  God damn don’t ever let anyone tell you caffeine isn’t a serious drug.

So I have a story to tell . . .

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So I have a story to tell, although I don’t know why.  It’s a response to an impulse from a higher dimension.  It’s true that in my last life I wanted to be a famous novelist, and the war cut my career short, but honestly I don’t care anymore about literature and all that nonsense.  Who wants to be an artist in a society as ugly and crappy as this one?  It’s all ending anyway.  Linear time is dissolving, the collective memory of humanity is fading away.  No one takes this place seriously anymore.

But perhaps if it can help me feel closer to Jody, it will be worth it.

People don’t realize . . .

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that the reason my life is so messed up is because in my last life I took on the greatest evils known to the Earth, that is Dark Clan, The Black Magus, and the Kheperan Rapers.  There were some other ones in there too, but basically it all came down to this one battle at a secret “scientific” SS hospital where the Black Magus was preparing to add to his army of Qabalistic drones.  Now, as a member of War Clan, Dark Clan had always been my enemy.  When Hitler became the slave of the Shouters, they too became my enemy.  But it wasn’t until 1942, when he discovered the Black Magus in hiding and set up the SS laboratory that I had to leave my beautiful wife and enlist in the army.