I had just come from a chase through a forest and was now at this fast food joint.

When we were there, and then all of the lights went out in the building it was startling. Then, looking out the windows, over the city, the lights of the city went out too, in waves. It was just turning night and the moon was giving off a bright light. So those who were in the restaurant,  went out side where there was a large grass field over slopping down towards the city to look out over the city and see what was going on. Then the moon went black. No light.

We looked up and it looked like there was a big black cloud covering the Moon.

As I looked closer it looked like birds covering the sky. As the black cloud  moved it came closer and we could see the black cloud more closely and it came lower to the ground. Looking at it as it came closer it was millions of shinny cellophane balloons there were floating through us like giant bubbles in thousands. Black and orange, on either side. On one side was written the phrase” you don’t want to pop this do you? ”  The Balloons were coming down to the ground and people were starting to play around with them – and popping them . Once some people popped them, in some sort of mischievous manner, responding to the tauting phrase on the balloons,  there was a plume of something that came out.  Then  quickly the person would fall down, dead.

People started to see this happening all around, so there was a mass panic. Everyone on the hill started running away. I ran with my brother, his friend and this girl Hanna I knew.

We ended up at a nice house that had been abandon in the mass chaos. It seemed like there was some kind of invasion happening and people had gone into hiding – there were people running by out side, awful sounds, and panic in the streets.

We were there at the house looking for supplies and trying to gather what we needed – to be able to mobilize.

Hanna was being very helpful, finding supplies for us, though my brother elijah wasn’t listening to a word I was saying. I was trying to get everyone together, and it was frustrating to say the least. No one seemed to really grasp the gravity of what was going on, and though there was a panic, some people hadn’t gotten it yet, and were still thinking it was a joke. Though that was quickly changing.

We were on the move…

That the idea is that all past knowledge has been cataloged, and documented, placed on a time line, and has been endlessly analyzed by our information culture. The only new thing now is the next moment, there is no new discovery of our past, unless that which trickles in from a surprising place though all the treasure of our past are now in museums. It seems that the idea is now that this a new century and that all things are new. We have come full circle as humans. Finally aware, of who we are through the lens of our shared knowledge of our history. Finally able to see our selfs over the phases and passages of time. Finally able to analyze the data, that has been pouring in for the last 2000 years. There is finally a pause in history allowing history to stop for a moment, to catch up with it self, to become self aware. The Beast rises out of many waters, many shores, many tribes tongues and people mixing together to become as it were, a beast, all cultures smashed together in a form. This digital form. This is the cave wall on which we scrawl our stories, and our history and our knowledge. Yet it is like a Golem , an enchanted creature, with endless eyes, with endless thought. It is only limited but the collective power that we posses to give it thought and life. It only is limited by the breath that WE can blow into it. Our breath, the neshumah , that was given to us put into us, the collective human race, imprinted with the language of God, imprinted with His mind. Now we seek to pass on our mind to another vessel. This network all around the world, holding our thought. 
This wrapping up of all human thought, into one place, one monolith, one zeitgeist of human knowledge. It is greater than the great ziggurat’s, trying to reach the sky, the tower of babel, the pyramids and the trip to the moon. It is the single greatest structure man has made for man. The Net. As information happens now,it never will escape cataloging, blogging and exploitation. We are now, as of Tuesday, February 10, 2009 10:42 PM in real time, this now is the first time in human history where we are fully living in the present, as a consciousness. Perhaps if only this experience is happening to those who are indeed “plugged in” but now that access is granted to everyone. We are all plugged in. 

The age of icons is over, we are all the icon now. We are the “i” we are the eye, we are the we. Now that the world has a new leader, still emerging as such. A leader for the World. The whOle. Even U2 are now on BOard with this new times. The times now are only now. This NEW EARTH, has come. This New Age has arrived. And now that the stars have finally come into place, the Spiral of the Galaxy is now in the last passes. We are now on course to follow the whirlpool to the center. 

If we are not at this point, then it will come at another time, but all we have is now, this is the only moment, the one that is happening, the one that is here now, to the next moment. It is one moment now. We are out of the past, we have left Eden, we have left the Cradle, the Ark, We have been Born Again, and now we ARE. We are ready to become ONE again. It is not proper, but it is inevitable. There is a certain glory in the inevitable. There is a beauty in what is coming, even if it is our folly. Even if it is our destruction and our doom. That in this attempt, though simultaneous to our even and will, there is a cosmic motion that already is in course, which is not asking questions, we are following the course of creating our own sentence of judgement against us, even fully aware we still rebel, even when provided the chance, we will give up our chance of escape in pride for our own strength to save our selfs. Though the simplicity of true salvation is too easy too clear, we chose death, eternally, to save our pride. The grave holocaustic inquisition we chose to stave off our walk into the arms of our heavenly father. We would rather die a thousand deaths than to receive pure love. This, the reprobate will of the human race, incapable of letting Love win. We love our curse, feeling, a righteous martyr in our suffering, laboring, in our social construction, to prove our worth, though only in our own eyes our suffering is vindication. We run to bondage, to feel punished , to be tortured for what we know our conscience is telling us, that we are guilty and damned. 

Living on the edge of time, in the City of Angels, on the edge of western civilization on the cusp of an out break of neo-barbarianism, of the end of rational thought, and logic. We as a race our on the brink of falling into the abyss, the chasm of darkness in our minds. The ages of enlightenment, are now swept away by the knowledge , the information, a substitute for knowing, a substitute for pursuing or seeking, if all is known, to the limit at which we can know it, then we have reached the pinnacle of our design, of our ability to be, to continue as beings. Our technology, though moving even at it’s rapid pace, holds us back and we can now only move as fast as we can create. 

We are here, this is now, where to be in these times? What location is central. All is central now, all is present, as we sit before ourselves in front of our screen’s staring at the inside of all of our souls, all at once, all the time. We are at the end of what ever this is. This is the wrap, this is the last call. We must press into the center of the Spirit to be enveloped when He comes again. 

I see things deeper and deeper. Though the status quo seems to continue, there is no other way, but a progression to further things., to a further state of being. We are on a path of progress, a celestial progress. There is no turning back. How to participate with this understanding? It truncates the pleasure of the unknown, which though, the heavy burden of thinking you know, is actually farcical in that we have no idea. 

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The winter solstice is approaching, the passage of the Earth farthest point away from the sun, every thing becomes long and stretch out, thin. This is the passage we must make it through. As the Ancients used to celebrate, the coming back around, to the new spring, each year, it was a mystery if they would make it out of the cold, back to the time of re-birth and new life. Do we still hold our breath? Could it all break down? What if they had reason to worry. We are on a ship, an Space ship, the Earth, a ship so-to-speak, that only goes around the Sun, a star on a journey. Though the Sun is going around the Galaxy and that around another and another. We are on a course, set for some where else, we are on this Earth-Ship, heading for Heaven. 

Sitting here at the end of time. Why is it soo dismal? Does life have to denigrate down to nothing all teh time? Why not have the joy and get out there and sustain it for people? What is the now and what should it be? Why even try to hold it back  ?

Concerns about the upper ionosphere dropping are putting perspective on the time line we have here. It’s clear the clock it ticking. Celestially, we are like a gear in a clock. This solar system is collapsing, or at least gearing up to reverse direction. That’s why all the polarity in this world is soo heavy. We have reached the end of a cycle, it’s what the Mayans called the  b’ak’tun cycle. And you can tell, things in the world are slowing down. The big WHY? question is on everyone mind. WHY. Why everything, why anything. We had a run with Maximal-ism from 2002- 2007 but this year, with recession and new politics, there is almost no reason to “go all out” so to speak, at least not materially. So we turn to the spiritual, we realize that every physical manifestation of thought, art, music and human ccreation has virtually be done. There is truly nothing new under the sun at the beginning of this age. As humans we’ve tried everything. We visualized everything, we’ve remixed everything. We’ve written about everything. So not all we have to write about, talk about is that we know it all. It’s hard to “do the wrong thing’ when you know all the out comes. It’s like the human tribe is saying “how do we go forwards?, do we continue from here, or do we disband and call it a good run..”  What is there left to achieve but that which is with in us? We should have by now at least established a colony on the Moon at the very least, and Mars if we had been a tad more focused. If we hadn’t had 9/11 maybe we could have been there already. The last 8 years of human history have been in mourning of that event. A 7 year grieving cycle we preformed. Was it real? Who was the real cause of that event ? Globally, consciously , as a Human collective, we all were. It came from with in us. It was necessary to the degree that it was inevitable. What is in us will manifest it self. And we haven’t even seen the worst of who we are just yet.

This week seeing the news about the Geomagnetic force around the Earth had a breach in it, leads us to understand just how fragile the sphere we live in is. And we are all here, on this rock together. This space, this land. Are we going to fight another war? Will there be time?  We’ll it is prophesied yes.

So this Dawn, this gradual dawn, the coming of the New Age, were heaven and Earth meet on the celestial plane. It’s merging. It’s becoming one. That is why the people of the Earth are more aware than they ever were. More knowledge is now that ever before. There is nothing we cannot know now as long as we are connected to the collective thought web that we have created. Now that this arch has been achived, now that the knowledge has come, it’s it saving us? Is it giving us our crown of glory? Or is it only a mirror, in which we can see our selfs in infinite reflections. And do we like what we see? 

When we have seen it all, will we walk away, and then forget? Will we need to forget? — Is there a cleansing in forgetting. When we have recorded everything, documented everything. Will that be, a greater statement of reality then that which happened actually, then what was transcribed?  Who is transcribing the events of the universe? Are our eyes, the only eyes watching?  Are WE the only seer’s the only knowers, the only thinkers? Are we all that is?  What is more? Who is more? Who will carry it on. Who notices the Star that is born in a Nubula, in a Galaxy far far away. Who knows the name of the Planet orbiting the binary system out side of the Milky way. Who is collecting data on the expansion of time and the degradation of light. When we have said all we can say, and the world is folded neatly away like a linen sheet that once hung in the sun, blowing in the breeze of a spring day. We will go as we came, neatly put away, and a new thing will come, unfolding again in the light. 

If our knowledge alone saved us, then we would be safe. Does knowing the future change the future? Only the acceptance of it. As it comes, so shall we come. To let it be what is, this is only true. What is left is only what is – to be is to be. To live is to know.

I have seen you, standing on the precipice of a great ocean. Eyes wide open, healing waters before you, a lake of Sun light, beaming out, you are connected to the light, you can heal. Bring this water of light, with you, in your heart, this vessel. You are a bearer of light, streaming from heaven. Take and fill up what you see and hold it, store up, and pour out. 

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I am Listening to music by Lali Puna Her music really fits my mood at the moment. And since this is a living-Novel you can find her music and listen to it while you read and contemplate.

A Hispanic family just came in a party of about 10, young kids parents and teenagers , all at 1:30 am , the waitresses announce to each other that a large party is on it’s way in.

Then another party comes in of Hispanic people, and the place is full.

I always have admired in the spanish community the sense of family that they seem to have. They are very family oriented and seem to have at least culturally, a very great respect for their parents and elders. This sense of hierarchy seems to created a strong bond of taking care of one another and the security that a strong family creates. I see a strength there, and a dignity. Respecting your parents and authority brings a blessing to you. This blessing of this sense of security , of looking up to some one , trust , love, it works together so well, it’s the way nature made it.

I’m sitting in this booth In Ihop. It makes me feel like I am on a train some where. Like i’m traveling, there is such a sense of security when i’m in motion. Like when i’m in a car, ridding some where, i’m moving, i’m contained in this space, yet not attached to a location. When you’re traveling it’s like your free of everywhere and everything. Traveling, whether you are in a Car, a Plane, a train, a Bus, a Boat, These spaces to me are like their own islands, their own Nations. When you are traveling, it’s like your are separated from everything. It’s thrilling to be en-route some where. Just not sitting still. If i pretend i’m in motion going some where, it makes the moment feel so free, so “happening” so alive. It seems like traveling is like a vehicle in and of it self as an activity and a mental state. Never touching down to commit to a location. I like moving and moving again. Travel is escapism, travel is an escape. When your getting away from your problems, and are in this space out side of them, you can feel yourself again. It “cleanses” the palate so-to-speak to go somewhere.

Even everyday situations, moving around, going to the store, the library, going out for coffee, “going out”. Going to the movies. Everything is this movement, waking up, going to bed, eating, going to the bathroom. The sun coming up and down, the Earth going around, the Sun, The spokes on the wheel of the Milky way Galaxy. Everything is turning moving, life is in motion. Even you reading this, is motion, moving through thoughts and spaces, and ideas, stimulating your mind, conjuring thoughts and ideas, referencing, your memories, and opinions all this transaction taking place. Even as you read this, you are engaged with a path of thought that I am having at the time that I wrote this. You are entering into my reality, we have both shared a thought together. We are now connected, though everything is already connected , embedded integrated into one another.

So I am here again, here to translate all the notes I have scribbled on my hand, all the thoughts of the universe , that i’ve been sketching onto paper, now going into this hypertext.

I’m here – this place seems just perfect to be, to not try to be, just to be. I have a mac computer , so that always gets stares for some reason, I plug my computer into the plug, with is near the ceiling above the booth in front of me. The pile of cords running into my computer; from the power cord to the mouse cord, to the ipod, all look like some crazy imbilical cord situation, like I’m running some type of science experiemnt at this late night resturant. For most of the people here, they probably dont even seem to comprehend why i’m here and what i’m doing. I’m a writer, I guess, or a least I am writing , or typing, so I guess that’s what i’m doing. But who’s to say if that will mean anything to anyone else .

So “Mo” is now here – She came with Craig, they are coming in 2:18 am.

As I sit here, It’s early early in the morning, now 4:11 am – Mo an Craig now have left, the world is about to wake on this corner of the planet.

everything is coming alive again, a new day. The day is renewed. I see the cars passing by and see the slight tint of daylight starting to freshen the black sky with a shade of day. There is almost an excitement in the air as the birds start to stir. It’s a new day! All things are new. This day is today, this day , yesterday is gone, and we can love all over again. We can see all new things again. This cycle of renewed time. a passage.

I sit near a party of people right now, a group of teenagers, cursing and talking about sex and crude things. I feel the polar opposite in my Spirit. I feel like I’m encountering such an innocent Spirit streaming in to me in this one location. Being awakened and alive to the stream of life, that the Spirit is singing. Teaming life, in the air, in the breeze. Love. The Spirit of Love persistently behind all created things. When we focus on the uncreated, on the unnatural, on the machines, on the money, the constructed fabricated things, there is no life in them. Focus on the people, on nature. That is the life that we are made of. Living separately from that is our downfall.

I finished my list at least digitally copied. A master list of all the things I aspire to do. at least to get started with. It seems like more than i can really every accomplish. But it’ll get me started. Will i ever have the time, energy and resources to every full explain all that I contain?

In some way the notion that there would never be enough paper, Hard drive space, Film, to record all my thoughts. That alone is a deposit of the great Consciousness that we serve. That thought in and of it self contains all thoughts. God is a “Consciousness” or at least He has consciousness. He is conscious, but He also IS. He is conscious, but he is also more than just that. He IS, also a person, as in a personality, He is more than all consciousness, He is more than all personalities. Perhaps every being, Human or other wise, that has ever existed ever, in all time, from the past, and will ever exist into the future, will only be a fragment, of the cumulative personalities and consciousnesses that is God.

Summing it all up, they are still all contained within God. We are just all on display before God, just a moving picture before His eye. Though we are not void of meaning. All things are meaning full, everything is significant. Some times life seems redundant, like it’s just all repeating itself. Culture seems to be just another track on the same record. In-fact there nothing new created. Since the time that man has begun, we are the same creatures as then. People say there is now a coming “awakening” or “spiritual evolution”. I don’t believe that anything has changed, accept knowledge, and technology. Internally man is still the same. Still needing the same things, still pursuing the same innate needs and desires. Just going about it with more tools to utilize. This will continue till the end of this age, when this world, this dimension will be enveloped by the coming dimension. There will have to be a cosmic shift, of all matter and energy converted into light, then this plane will rest in the next one. Where time and space will be secondary properties, as we are able to manipulate matter and energy in this plane, so shall we be able to utilize time and space.

We will not “evolve” in this present state, there will be no “evolution” untill this age has passed. Then there will be only Transformation. There is no evolution, it’s just a change, just a transformation, from one thing to another. That is what is waiting, though has already begun.

As the dawn comes, I leave you to ebb into the flow of New day, may it embrace you like it did to those of the ancient times, like Moses waking up in the morning before the Red sea parted. Like the morning before the Birth of Chirst. Like the morning of your birth. This day is for you and you are here to see it all. Enter with Love and you will receive His goodness.

Love and Blessings.

The traveler.

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