owlentity

My very earliest memory is quite ordinary and even pleasant. I was standing in the kitchen of my grandmother's house, waiting for a bottle of orange juice my mom was preparing.

I remember specifically coming to consciousness in this moment - that is to say, I know that I did not have conscious experience before and simply forgot it, rather, I seem to have discovered the opportunity for consciousness in this moment for the first time. When I did, I noticed that this child whose head I was inhabiting had already been going about the business of life in quite the ordinary way for someone his age. My arriving made absolutely no difference to events, and yet, I by sticking around, I was the bene

I was looking for a seat on some bleachers, presumably at a sporting event of some kind or something like that. I had the feeling that I was in "public", but I wasn't directly aware of any individuals. I got a feeling, which I sometimes get in my dreams, that a small group of individuals had "popped" into my dream space. When this happens, they seem to have a special status of not being "part" of the dream, but visiting my dreamspace from outside.

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So, they were sitting on these bleachers in a row, and I was going up the rows/stairs past them, looking for a spot, and one of the people gets my attention, and says very politely "You can sit next to me, if you'd like. I'd like you

https://gnosticteachings.org/lectures-by-samael-aun-weor/621-the-end-of-the-kali-yuga.html

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gnostic lecture by a master which refers to the atlantaen race of giants from which the aryan race descends.

That collapse was locked in in the 70s, because the revolution failed to stop the psychopaths in control of society from running us off the cliff. Nothing's changed since then, except that what everyone knew would happen is happening, in slow motion for those of us privileged enough to live in the West, but happening inexorably.

I just really miss chicken.