Friday, October 13, 2017


Ever since the Las Vegas Massacre on October 2, I've been backpedaling.  I was doing such a great job, connecting with my inner self (wounded child).  Tapping into that unknown part of me and receiving positive feedback.  Somehow, though, the shock in Nevada rerouted me and I'm back to square one. 

One worthwhile thing I've learned from accessing my buried karma is learning I have the capability to actually take charge of my life.  Fear is part of what makes up a human being but is vastly misunderstood and categorized as mostly bad.  Actually, I believe it's a combination of  good and bad.  Fear is what kept the first humans from being hunted down, torn apart and then eaten, thousands of years ago.  Fear is instrumental in helping you find the courage to confront your worst demons.  Fear of the Unknown is what propelled men into space. 

I have found, through meditation and literally talking out loud to fear that it is actually listening. 

There are two parts to a human being.  One is fear and the other is bravery (endure, meet, surrender).  By surrender I don't mean giving in to fear by becoming fearful but calling it out, acknowledging that it is part of you and then literally start talking to it.  Start a dialogue with it.  You'd be surprised what a cleansing experience this is. 

Fear and bravery are two separate tiers but interestingly enough, they have much in common.  Fear, if left unchecked can consume and ruin a person's life.  Bravery is all about tackling something fearful and learning that it will continue to exist as long as you allow it to.  You have to learn how to put fear into its rightful place. 

Another huge problem is we're not being taught how to do this.  When you attempt to conquer fear it's through trial and error.  Some things work, some things don't.  You're literally on your own. 

While I was "high" (positive) I was feeling like I've never felt before in my entire life.  I was able to look at myself from the outside and do a full, internal body scan.  Some things I liked about me and some things I disliked.  But I realized that they were all part of what made me, me

Forgiving yourself is another part of coming to grips with yourself.  In order to forgive yourself you first have to know yourself and deep down.  This is called Acceptance. 

Let's stop pretending that we're all fearless and brave; we can handle anything until the time comes when we can't.  That's when life teaches us we need help and how vulnerable we are. 

What I am going through is a humbling experience because I know that it's for a reason and once this barrier is broken (fear) and I am able to come to grips with it, On My Own Terms, I will be unstoppable. 

When we can learn to forgive ourselves and accept ourselves, how much easier it will be for us to accept and forgive others.  There's a lesson in here for all of us, don't you think? 

Clif High: Something Called Time (Clif is the Inventor of Web Bot)

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Labyrinth Of Dreams - Nox Arcana

George Soros Exposed - "Puppet Master" Commentary by Glenn Beck

The Reaper

You are the only one capable of bringing meaningful change to your life and you're running out of time.

No one else is going to do this for you.  Stop feeling sorry for yourself.  You knew what you needed to do a long time ago, you just didn't do it.  Was it our fault?  Was it somebody else's fault?  Of course not.

And those who haven't made a decision actually have. 

Today is an icy, bone chilling 23 deg. F. with a pale blue sky, diffused sun and blackened, gaunt trees dotting a bleak landscape.  I'm outside with a light shirt on and I've been outside awhile.  My whole body is now shaking and shivering uncontrollably, consumed by deep, penetrating cold.  I can't feel my fingers anymore yet I continue to stay outside when I could just as easily turn around and walk into the house and stand before a warm fire. 

The Apocalyptic Messenger has been unshackled and now roaming at will, having been issued a pardon by our collective id (subconscious).  It's mission:  slash away at humanity's soft underbelly, exposing the rot, the decadent decomposition, exposing the foul and pungent malodorous stench lying deep within.               

We all knew, didn't we, that, somehow Enlightenment (revelation) would come to this planet?

Have you noticed how much is being uncovered now with celebrities and politicians unable to talk their way out of things like they used to, instead they're being stripped naked and the real truth of who and what they are exposed for all to see? 

In other matters, how many of us are stepping forward now, unafraid, refusing to believe what we're being told, because we know the truth is being concealed.  

We're really catching on. 

Why now?  Why are we able to see things in such a different light?  

Shadow government (yes, it does exist); Shadow People (yes, they do exist); Shadows, shadows, everywhere.

And now the Shadow People are being exposed for what they are.  Human Parasites.     

This reveal is all part of a plan to undo what was done in order to elevate humanity to a higher level of universal, compassionate and conscious understanding.

We are waking from our deep slumber.

Note:  For those curious as to why I would end this post with a poem that makes no sense to anyone but myself, I'll tell you why.  This poem by Robert Frost struck a chord.  I found myself there, in that deep, dark forest.  And the description of the landscape fell in line with The Reaper on his mission of Purification as a Watcher, a silent sentinel projected into the scene and, on the darkest evening of the year.  There is no mention of stars or the moon, just darkness.  Kinda like where the world is now, don't you think?  But, the last lines really got to me:  "But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."  --moral:  It's only just begun.   

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.