The Real Origins of Halloween by Issac Bonewits. Read by clicking on this hyperlink.
This very early morning after going to sleep past 1:00 A.M. The dream was inside Pac Bell Park in San Francisco(now called AT&T Park). It was the 6th game of the 2002 World Series. I was Kenny Lofton batting for the S.F. Giants. I was the quickest base runner on the 2002 S.F. Giants team and it was up to me now to clear the bases. The bottom of the ninth. Two outs with nobody on base. We were hosting the American League MLB Champs from So Cal-Anahiem Angels. We the San Francisco Giants were the National League MLB Champs from up here in No Cal. We were down by a run to tie this game. The score was Anaheim Angels 6-San Francisco 5. A blast out in the bleachers would definitely give a tied game. Rich Aurilia was due up behind the batting order right behind me. If our short stop would only blast a homer …we were to become the 2002 MLB World Series Champions. We’ve come a long way through out the entire season to get this far. Nothing was going to stop us now. Anaheim Angels rookie relief pitcher was pitching well. He had struck out the first two batters before me with fast sinkers. That stunned us. It was my turn now to overcome his strike zones. The first pitch nearly hit me. The second was a ball, the third another brush from the pitcher from the Anaheim Angels.The fourth was a strike. The fifth, I pulled the ball towards right field for a home run. The ball didn’t quite carry far enough. The right fielder dove for the ball as it almost was caught in his glove. He missed it and dived several feet on the asphalt green. The ball completely went passed by him. I was now on my way to second,when the assisted center fielder now with the ball gunned it with his almighty throwing arm. I’m getting close to third base. Closer. Closer. I slid into third, tagging the bag when nearly simultaneously the cut of man in the infield(possibility either the shortstop or second baseman) threw it to third. This third baseman quickly tagged me just about a fraction of a second when I tagged third. The umpire at third yelled out against my favor, ‘You’re out!’ A massive out pours of ‘boos! And curses at the umpire’ were echoed louder than ever,for almost an eternity. ‘What?! I’m not out’, I stubbornly refused the unrighteous call.
The dugout from our team went out to third, lead by Dusty Baker to argue with the ump. Both the skipper and the ump went face to face with words. Dusty kicked dirt on the umpires cleats. There was no use in ejecting out him. The game was officially over. Anaheim had defeated us San Francisco Giants by one run. It was the most outraged scene ever. It was literally disgusting. I Kenny Lofton was going to smack the ump in the face with a back hand. A suspension for the next game was going to be officiated. I tried to refrain myself but was pouting like a spoiled child,as I cursed and threw my helmet and jumping up and down. We had to wait another day for game 7 to come. World Series title-here we come to get what belongs to us. Not the Angels. But us-The San Francisco Giants.
End of dream.
I wasn’t that anxious that at up to my age of 22, no longer was going to have a few of my original chompers pulled out because my dentist told me that I had some overcrowded teeth,and that it would be difficult of me biting,down as age progressed. She was going to refer me to a specialist in dealing with this type of procedure. Oh great.
Within a week,after consulting a maxillofacial surgeon who explained to me what the procedures and all that talk, a set up appointment was arranged. Another week and a half passed . The day was at hand. Arriving at the office about no more than a few minutes had passed when the door at the front lobby opened. It was the assistant who called me in towards the hallway and I entered this one room. It was the space that the surgery was going to take place in. So within 10 minutes, a group of another pair of assistants and the surgeon came in. One of them explained to me that anesthesia was going to be administered during this process. First,my blood pressure was checked. This anesthesiologist placed this small apparatus over my nose that fitted this and my mouth. It was simply anesthesia. I was told to count sheep backwards,from 10 – 1,something like that. Less than 5 seconds, I was out like a baby.
This feeling of being floated above where my body was, I slowly began to ascend. I didn’t try to refrain myself,or panic ,or anything of that nature. It perceived to me as simply a lallaby dream. My eyes shut. A feeling of ecstasy. My mind was drifting towards the office ceiling above. I was tossed around like a entering a dimensional tunnel, when I first saw my body down below. It was all to real, that maybe it was the anesthesia giving away the sensory deprivation. The surgeon and her assistants could I see downwards . Along with physical self on the dental chair. My mouth was probed and some blood matter was oozing from my mouth. Diverting away the scene, I was now soaring through the rest of the room,and exiting. In the hallway my consciousness was on the hallway ceiling. So much as in a lucid dream, but I wasn’t. I have heard about Out-of-body experiences before this situation where people described as being disconnected from their own physical bodies and traveling though a tunnel, with a ray of light at the end of it. Some had described as entering a Near Death Experience when they were clinically dead as declared by the doctors. But, only to re-enter their bodies some time after. Hereupon, under the knife, I was still much alive.
The strange part about this first experience with OBE,is that I can hear the machine that they had used sucking up my blood and all that stuff. To this point, I was now in another office room, next door, unoccupied.
Finally I was being pulled back into my body. My name was called…three times, by either the surgeon, or the assistants. The office ceiling was that came into view. A small noise wheezed out from my numb mouth. My name was called out again ,then one began to shake my arm. It jolted me out of my wits. A final call was shouted. Two faces,with sanitary breathing masks used in hospitals looked at me. One of them, with a small maglite. held its flashing tip at my eyes to see if I was fully awake. I was told afterwards that I appeared to be in a trance…gazing at the ceiling above with a faint shallow sound escaping my mouth. Never,had I told them, I had a OBE. This was my first.
“Time travel had its limitations, and the science fiction writers were all wrong. It wasn’t like the movie ‘Back To The Future’; you couldn’t change the past to affect future time. The past was locked and the future was an untethered fire house, rocking and swaying, constantly changing, infinite variables affecting it as time crept forward”
— excerpts from the book ‘Psychic Warrior’
David Morehouse on Remote Viewing.
At the shipyards—–cargo freights are heavily guarded on the docks of Port Haifa. A military officer with a stern look, making a brief conversation with me. I am smoking a cigarette, and I tell him there is no sign of disturbance on my watch. The officer nods and tells me he wants a “smoke.” I salute my watch commander before he departs. Soon after I am confronted by other military commandos at the port. Nearby on a crate nearby, I see a marking on it in Hebrew.
Astral Remote Viewing in the few short weeks after September 11,2001. I was in the astral remote viewing mode in the “eyes” of one Israeli Defense commando, looking at a target or location only within the mind. With so much astral energies, RV dealt with human fate around the globe. The world was on edge nearly on dire strait after it welcomed in the new millennium as much distress, fear and anxiety allowed in during and right after the recent attacks in the East Coast.
Facade is a word to describe the event last week at Falcon Heights nearby St. Paul, MN where a police officer shot Philando Castile during a routine traffic stop. The shooting was not captured on a cell phone cam but most of the subsequent happenings after was by his girlfriend, Diamond Reynolds.
I’ve seen the entire video which is about 10 minutes in length. The incident did not appear to be racially motivated nor was their any evidence of malice aforethought from what I’ve analyzed. Philando’s girlfriend didn’t seem upset at all when her boyfriend was slumped over in the passenger seat, bleeding, nor was her 4 year-old daughter, Dae-Anna, in the backseat upset and crying like a child would in any case. Apathetic is best to describe the woman videotaping a livestream video which she posted on facebook. Reynolds didn’t appear emotional; she didn’t yell at the officer to call for an ambulance. She was being narrative. It was like her words just had no meaning, like reading out of a script without feeling.
I had to wonder if this was a crisis actor event which is to lean the viewers opinion about the issue on the second amendment, meaning the government will push for a real strict gun ban movement. This facade would implicate Castile as being a Freemason who had to be sacrificed for a anti-gun campaign. The removal of the second amendment. Philosophy of the Freemasons: “ORDO AB CHAO”, in latin. Translated, this means, “Out of chaos, (comes) order.”The ban of all firearms would mean an call out from our government to send in UN troops keeping both citizens and civilians under scrutiny under martial law. Let’s take a while to think about the second amendment and our Constitution at stake in the near future, shall we?
A 1978 disaster movie, “The Swarm”. I’ve seen this low budget film a long time ago when it was released in theaters. Based on the book by Arthur Herzog, “The Swarm” stars Katharine Ross and Michael Caine. The film begins with an attack on a airbase, then swarming into a city and on wards to Austin,TX. A scientist comes up with an experiment combating a massive swarm of lethal africanized bees-as we know these invasive species as the ‘killer bees’- 22 billion invading the U.S. border swarming in Texas in for a stinging disaster of nature vs. man. As the swarm askews, this scientist begins to create an super anti-venom. In fact how these stinging insects actually escaped was on a ship that contained beekeepers hives from Africa to begin with and found their way into Brazil(should you want facts + theory watch “In Search Of…Killer Bees” hosted by the late Leonard Nimoy – 1976 on youtube.) Just last year killer bees found their way into the Bay Area after spending most of their migration in the warmer climates down in South America and Central America. Anyways, If you want cinema watch the movie. Also starring Richard Chamberlain, “The Swarm” is out on DVD formats (not found in stores) via Amazon and E-Bay. On television look for the listings on TMC-Turner Movie Classics. A lot of buzz going on these days on bees. Call it mechanical resonance. Bee season is here upon us all –Bee-careful, don’t get stung. If you find nature going out of line thrilling then check out James Pattersons’ “The Zoo” every Tuesday on CBS.
After seeing the 2014 version of “Left Behind”, I preferred the original that starred Kirk Cameron than the former with Nicolas Cage. The core is mainly derived from Christian eschatology. 1 Thessolonians 4:13-18. Though not in the Church’s doctrine, the bible does teach those who follow Christ through his/her heart will be caught up in the air during His second coming. The Second Coming was thought as once to be dated around 1843 by a prophet (his followers formed what became the Quakers) and this was a mindset then as it is nearly widely accepted in this day of age. If this is to be true what about those who are Christ like(other than Christians) who are like moderate Muslims and Buddhists; will they be left behind with the rest of a secular society? And what about perseverance to the very end. Meaning to withstand the final 3/12 years of the Great Tribulation instead of being spared.
Left Behind raises questions about biblical prophecies in the End Time thought this film is really a great piece of Christian both mind provoking and entertainment.