What’s the longest book you’ve ever read?
From Anne Rice to Terry Books and others. I’ve read a lot of books. As a kid I used to read the encyclopedia and the dictionary.
Now, I write books using my blog. Patience and Lust is the newest one I’m writing. I’m writing it currently. Tonight I write part 17.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
Lead, follow or fuck the fuck off.
What is it I look for a Q of my U?
Can she lead?
Would I follow?
What is it I look for the Q of my U?
Is she compassionate or enabling?
Does her heart thirst for truth, or will a lie get her going?
The Q of my U must look for truth in everything.
She will be brutal in her compassion, as one needs to get hurt from the truth before the healing begins.
What is it I look for in the Q of my U?
Patience with her lust.
Patience to know if she can trust.
This is what I look for in every woman. Every woman has the possibility to be the Q of my U.
At least until she dies or divorces me.
The first couple of divorces hurt like hell. The last one, that just freed me.
I never thougt I would feel free after divorce. I couldn’t wait to be rid of her. Even though I hope she finds healing within herself.
The narcissism and the pathological lying is something that will get her killed someday.
Even though she could fuck like a crazy bitch. Why is it the crazy ones are better in bed?
I’ve had a few women and the crazier they are, the better the fucking.
At one point we had this slave master thing going on. At one point I actually said “Stop talking and suck my dick.”
Usually, I wouldn’t say that to any woman, but I felt like she liked it when I bossed her around.
I get it, and I don’t get it.
Her delusional fantasies included that she owned my soul, me an Incubus.
That I don’t get.
However, I like being told what to do in bed.
What gets you off is my pleasure.
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?
Stop looking out here for answers, specially om social media.
If one is getting paid, their interest is im your money, not you.
God lives inside of us. When we talk to ourselves, and when we argue, that’s God you’re talking to.
Instead of arguing, ask why did I just say that and God will speak through you.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I’ve loved being an Incubus. The feeding is everything I live for.
How to tell your wife you’re an Incubus?
Don’t.
“Yeah, sweetie, I feed on your orgasms.”
That isn’t going to work.
How to even put the subject into a conversation.
It was twenty years ago today that my last wife got told.
She didn’t take it well, and thought I was crazy. I am crazy, but the Incubus is the truth.
That was the beginning of the end. I told her I can read her thoughts. The thoughts she had about others when we had sex, broke me.
I could hear her in her mind talking to the guy.
It was a friend if mine who wanted to slaughter us. I never tried telling her that. I figured she wouldn’t believe me.
Pathological liars can’t take the truth.
She had a 25 year old daughter.
I was hurt. So when I thought about fucking her daughter, I knew she knew. And she got off on it.
What in the blue holy fuck?
That’s repulsive to me. I thought if she saw that in her mind, she’d be turned off. I never wanted her daughter, I wanted my wife to think about us.
Oh how that backfired.
Never try to outcrazy crazy.
What’s one thing that would instantly improve your city?
Chico used to be a small college town. Then students fucked off their degrees so they can live here.
How many tens of thousands of dollars has each one spent so they can not use their degree?
It makes unemployment higher, making it difficult for those who live here to find work.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I was thinking about, what do bats in hell actually look like, and do they even have bats in hell?
This is what I think about it when Bat out of Hell by Meatloaf is playing.
It’s an intelligent question, and I have no answer for it.
Being as old as I am, I’ve seen a bunch of shit. But I still have questions that have no answers. That’s a very comforting feeling.
After I passed 100, it just seems like a blur. My life used to kept in video reels and I could watch my minds eye to review my life.
Now, it’s a blur. I wonder if it is because he already learned what my video reels were there to show me, or is because after 100 years I get shit and don’t have to think about it, the answer is always there.
I think it’s a little of both.
Oh well.
I’ve got my eye on one. She’s intelligent but we keep having these conversations that go nowhere because we get interrupted.
Patience with lust, that’s what I need, patience with my lust.
What is it actually like about this one that has nothing to do with her body?
That’s the question.
What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken?
I was in the Air Force. We went from Oklahoma City to Honduras. It was January.
In okc it was 30 below zero. When we arrived in Honduras it was 95 degrees. The biggest tempature change I’ve experienced in 4 hours.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
What is it an Incubus does?
How do we know each other?
What makes us different?
Pheromones.
We put out pheromones that other’s find intoxicating. Each of us is mirror knowing what you want to hear.
It’s a really dirty fucking trick, and I thought if I could just see androgynous souls, I wouldn’t want to fuck any of them.
After years, I need to feed.
Oh their orgasmic energy calls to me.
Not really, but shit I need to get fucking laid.
However, I’ve learned much about how women are. There a lot like me, only they have been trained to let their emotions do the living. Not all. There are some truly wise women that I used to go to for advice.
Those poor fucking women, they walked me and talked me through so much in my life.
Sisters, the ones I never had. I love my big sisters. All the hell I put them through.
Stayed on each of the their couches after I got thrown out.
Some of them were Succubi. We never had sex, but from what I get we would be addicted to each other.
That’s why I stopped having one night stands. I didn’t need another addict who was addicted to my cock.
When of us fucks a normal person, we become addictive for that person. We actually addict others.
It’s why I’m a marrying Incubus. I don’t need addicts craving sex they can’t have. For them, we are the fuck of their life.
Succubi and Incubi have this ability.
I felt bad after I saw one that was a one night stand. We fucked years ago. I could see it in eyes, she wanted me and her body language showed it.
Then, Tina hit me up. I could hear in hear voice.
Then, then, then I saw a lot of my night stands, each of them had a longing for more sex.
That’s what killed me. I had left them all suffering.
I never wanted any to suffer for anything I did. This is what the celibacy is for. To protect them from me.
I’ll marry one, and I’ll make her dreams come true. I forget what I can do as far as my manifestation gift.
It’s as if Succubi and Incubi can create for someone, but for ourselves, nothing but the necessities.
I need to find one the wants a ranch or a farm.
I’ve been working on a hemp farm, and I’d love to give a woman a hemp farm, of course she has to marry me, but and I have no candidates.
Oh well, back to the drawing board.
What’s your best tip for budget travel?
Or by a bag of bread and peanut butter.
Who is your favorite cartoon character?
It was a show on the 80’s, back when Saturday was meant for cartoons.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I used to be the horniest dog ever. Mantras were the key.
Don’t call women bitches.
Unless we’re having sex and she says “Fuck me like a dirty bitch.”
I’m surprised that this has happened more than once. It’s why I still use the mantra.
Don’t say cunt in front of a woman.
Unless we’re having sex and she says “Fuck my cunt.”
Again, has happened frequently. Keep this mantra in place.
Don’t stare at her tits.
Unless we’re having sex, then stare all you want.
Or, she’s my wife, then they are only tits I’m allowed to stare at.
Then I learned the art of mind sex. It’s where we talk about everything, and there is nothing taboo.
From what I gather from the hundred plus years I’ve been around, this is what puts women in the mood. Talking to them and listening to what they say.
Why is it men are stupid?
Why is it women are stupid?
Bodies.
We’re so enamored by the body, we forget, it’s just a meat suit, and we’re all souls with different meat suits.
I refined my tastes.
Abby wouldn’t stand a chance with me now.
I need the intellect, or no fucking.
From my wives, I got played the first 4 times, number 5 was the special one. That’s when I meet her.
I’ve dreamed of how I can make a woman. Then that takes all the fun out of it. If she was made for me, based on my parameters, fuck that noise.
I can’t manifest a woman.
However, I’ve studied the Law of Reflection.
Just be me, and I’ll find my mirror.
How does your mindset affect your financial success?
I use the intuitive mindset. I don’t think, I just do shit.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
How is it I fall in love with so many women?
I talk to them. Listen to what they’re saying. It’s in conversation that melts my heart with a ring of fire that lights up my chest.
Think about it. I’m an Incubus. More intelligent than the average bear. I became a sapiophile so looks can never deceive me. Intelligence is what I find sexy.
A vacuous women is not going to do it. If I can blow in her ear and put a hand around the other ear, and I feel air, fuck that noise.
It doesn’t matter how good she looks, Ron White was right, you can’t fix stupid.
I’ve met some stupid women. I’ve met some stupid men.
Gender isn’t a deciding factor with stupid.
I’ve met some girls who were age 50 and up.
I’ve met some boys who were age 50 and up.
Gender isn’t the issue. It’s these fucktards that are so fucking backwards in their thinking.
However, when a women can hold a conversation with me, oh how I fall in love with any women that can hold a conversation with me.
That doesn’t mean I want to fuck them.
They have to take the sleep test, Satin’s sleep test.
If I sleep with them without even so much as kissing them, and when I wake up “Oh God, she’s still here and real.”
That’s when I put my romantic side to use.
Roses just because, or whatever her favorite flower is.
I’m a chef, not in the classical sense, however, I can make anything she wants.
Poetry. I write poetry about her on occasion.
Being loved by me is something I hear so many women say they want.
I take care of a women that decides to give herself to me.
Just waiting for one to give herself to me.
Like a gentleman would.
If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says?
Why in the blue holy fuck do you expect anything and just go with the flow?
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I fell in love when I was five. Who in the fuck does that?
The ones I fall for are always my friends first. They have not once in my life fell back.
What sucks is when they tell me their dating someone that reminds them of me.
Fuckety fuck fuck.
As time has gone on it still happens. However, these days I don’t say anything.
There was my best friend from 8 years old. She was someone that other women feared by the time she was 17. I get why.
Tabitha had a way.
I’d call her a bitch and she would get louder and louder until she was up in my face “And!”
“The nicest bitch I’ll ever meet.”
“And!” Repeated until I said.
“And I better not forget it.”
“Good boy.”
Then there was the stripper. I was 18 and they allowed 18 year olds. I went in the first time and I got a dance from one of the women. She told me “When you come in here. See that corner. Go and sit there.”
It was the last dance the strippers had before they took a break. Then they sat along the bench.
I have a way of rubbing a woman in all the right ways. It was if they got a massage from head to toe.
Satin, her stage name, that was my best friend. I told her I wanted to sleep with her, actually sleep with not even so much as a kiss.
When I woke up “My God, it wasn’t a dream.”
I told her and she let me down well.
Of course a hopeless romantic fell in love with a stripper. A few of them over the years. It was the conversation we had.
They were my therapists.
I always knew where I stood with them. To this day I go strip clubs and sit in the back. Whoever comes by, I sit and talk until they ask me if I want a lap dance. I never ask for a lap dance.
Here’s the thing about me, I’m shy as fuck with women until I get to know them.
Today I spoke maybe a few words. I live alone and I don’t like people.
Imagine an Incubus who loves people, but doesn’t like them.
My parents, I loved them, but I never liked them. Had they not been my parents, I wouldn’t even had known they existed.
Love and like.
I love everybody, however, I like a few.
This like has me falling in love because of who they are. I never fall in love with a body, when it’s in the eyes that I see the soul.
I’m an eye man.
Have you ever regretted reading a book — which one and why?
Why would I?
I learn from books. I can explore with my mind that no movie or TV show could ever match.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I take a look at myself as I always do before looking at others.
I care about my appearance, well I used to. Since I’m not on the prowl looking for a tasteful bit of orgasmic energy, I stopped caring about my appearance.
The only reason I ever gave a shit, was to be attractive to women. I used to go shopping the mall in the afternoon. The place would be dead.
I’d find the woman working and say “I don’t know how to dress myself, can you find me some clothes that make me look hot.”
I’d spend 2 hours in the dressing room, trying shit on as it came over the door.
I used to shave daily. Now I have a beard, and as beards go, I really need to shave.
Since I don’t care about my appearance, I wear white t-shirts and khaki pants. I have enough for a week.
Now, I looked at myself.
When I look at others, it’s so sad how much effort people put into what they wear. You can see men want to look cool. Women, some women are begging for attention and it shows in what they wear. Spandex dresses and tight little skirts, yoga pants.
It’s as if women’s wear is designed by pimps.
“No girl, your ass is smoking in that, and the girls look goooood.”
Who put me in charge of anything?
Putting me in charge of anything is a sure fire way for it to blow up. It will be a fucking disaster.
I can’t even take charge of myself.
I need a drink. No I don’t.
I need sex. I’m a starving Incubus.
We work at being like everyone else. We’re so not like everyone else.
Incubi and Succubi don’t like having sex with many. We actually take wives and husbands. We have children.
It fucks up the soul to have many fucking partners. It’s why we use a little trick to get our souls back after having sex.
I could use a woman, and then I say this thing everyday for 21 days, and I’m free and clear.
But why use a woman?
Woman use men and men use women.
Tina used me and decided to call me up.
How many have I used?
How many used me?
Men and women are both fucked as hell.
I mean when I’m sitting around a group of women vs a group of men, the women are so much dirtier.
Men just want to show off how manly they are. Which is exactly how manly they aren’t.
Does anyone get what an alpha is?
They alpha is always watching the backs of the pack. Their not showing off for any.
When they’re needed, they’re exactly where they should be.
Leading from behind.
What’s the best and worst airport you’ve been to?
I used to fly frequently, but I haven’t had a flight in more than 25 years.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I was looking at the 4 years of sex I had disguised as relationship, and fucking fucksticks.
Tina had 5 sisters, my mother had 5 sisters. Today is my mother’s birthday, Tina’s was yesterday.
How in the blue holy fuck did I miss that. Oh right, the fucking was righteous.
She was ten years older than me and at times she liked to call me daddy. I just went with it. Her mind was full of being a 16 year old and it was kind of hot fucking a 35 year as a 25 year old.
Thankfully she’s the only one.
Tina made me a motherfucker.
I was fucking a mother with 3 kids.
My sons mother met Tina’s sister on the 4th of July at the park. Here’s what she said seeing my wife was pregnant.
“Max, you were the best thing that ever happened to Tina and her kids.”
I was just doing my best with both, Tina and her kids.
That’s why I use the term motherfucker as a badge of honor for all the moms I fucked, and took a stepdad approach with seriousness.
If you are going to fuck a mother, you had better be the best stepdad they’ve ever seen.
It’s the training is got for my son. I watched how they raised their children and I gave them all the support the needed.
Bruce Lee said something like let everyone train you and make it uniquely your own. I learn from every situation.
I allow the situation to unfold to see what I’m dealing with. It might look the same, but I’m not the same. If it’s other people, definitely not the same.
From mother to motherfucker, who could have been my mother, and she called me daddy.
Who has this life?
What’s the most annoying trope in books or movies?
Science fiction assumes we can go anywhere.
What it is that fucks the astronauts up?
Gravity and not connected to the Earth’s electromagnetic resonance frequency, known as the Schumann frequency.
Until we have suits that use a signal generator using the Schumann frequency and it also needs to keep us at Earth gravity, we will get fucked the fucked up trying to get off the rock.
All science fiction dealing with leaving Earth is total fucking fiction.
Simple truth.
This is a fictional story by Max J. Clayton.
Lying.
Why do these fucktards lie?
Most of them lie to themselves and insist their lie is the truth. Being a Telepathic being on this motherfucking planet sucks balls.
I’ve built tremendous patience with their lies. Otherwise I’d be screaming at them all the fucking time.
Look at my last wife, the pathological liar. This is how I built my patience, my tolerance for liars. Now it’s gone.
Every motherfucker will get the pain filled truth from me.
This is why I haven’t had sex in more than ten years. I quit drinking and all I can feel is their lies.
It all starts with makeup. Make sure there nails are painted, the clothes. The women that where the yoga pants and insist we don’t pay attention to their asses.
You’re showing it off. Off course this motherfucker is looking at your ass.
Spandex is the worst thing for an Incubus. I am sex.
Showing your tits and ass to everyone and if they notice, you blast them that your not wanting that kind of attention and you should be more evolved.
Fuck that bullshit.
You’re showing me a smorgasbord, and I’m not supposed to pay attention.
Nothing says “LOOK AT ME!” more than the way some women dress. Dudes too, but I’m an Incubus, not gay.
Even my feminine side is a lesbian.
My last wife said “You’re a man worth shaving for. “
That’s how much time I spent between her legs with my face.
Patience is waiting until she grabs your head and screams “FUCK ME NOW MOTHERFUCKER!”
Usually takes about 30 to 45 minutes.
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
Life is forward moving.
I look forward to what my life gives me in the choices I make.
What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching?
The truth can scare the holy living fuck out any.
Bravery is simply saying “Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway. “
Same for courage.
You’re scared but you’re doing it anyway.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
Speaking off me getting knocked down, for an Incubus celibacy is a way to knock me the fuck down and keeping me pinned.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever get back up again. Let’s face it, more than ten years and I still haven’t found one to share my gift with. It truly is a gift.
My ex-wives and girlfriends benefitted from having me.
What in the blue holy fuck happened to me?
I was a mans man. Then I stopped having sex.
Fuckety fuck fuck.
An Incubus who is celibate, sex is our power. May as well have killed me.
I haven’t been able to heal and I feel everything that has happened through my life. The pain is unreal.
I get why we don’t do celibacy.
I’d kill to fuck a woman. I might actually kill if I don’t fuck a woman soon.
What the fuck?
What I need is a drink. I get drunk and someone will fuck me. I don’t care if she’s 4. I don’t have to look at her face as I fuck her.
But, I’m not going to do it. I’m sure I’ll find someone who I spend a few years with. I’d like to say til death do us part. But I know she’ll die long before I do.
I mean grand dad is over 200 and still looks like he’s in his 50’s. From what he has told me, his mom is over 600 years old.
She lived 400 years before she had my grandfather.
My mom is on her 4th husband after killing the last two with sex. 150 years old and still fucking like screaming banshee.
Where is this one that will get me, double entendre. More than double.
Who will understand me?
Who will get fucked like pornstar every night?
Who will get my protection?
Protection, I haven’t talked about that yet.
How do I protect someone I’m fucking?
My spirit does some shit. I bilocate. Every where my woman goes, I go with her.
I fucked guys up I never met. They wanted to hurt my woman and they paid dearly for it.
The first few got their necks broken before I realized I was doing it. Now, I just rough ’em up and send them on there way.
So who gets me?
Who wants me?
Apparently no one.
What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised?
I was raised Christian.
Now, I don’t do Christianity. Most of the people who follow that religion don’t even do what the Christ said to do.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
I already said I tried forcing myself on others.
When I was 18 her name was Abby Clark. She was 22 and had fucked many. She was my second.
We had sex and it was the first time I ever heard “MAX, FUCK ME IN THE ASS AS A HARD AS YOU CAN!”
Oh well, I really liked anal the first time.
Then she said “Rape me.”
It wasn’t my idea to rape her. However, I got way into it. It was as if someone had taken over my body and I watched what was going on.
I got rough with her, pinning her arms behind her back. Growling in hear ear “Is this what you want?”
I never raped anyone. It was my 2nd girlfriend that I had sex with. I didn’t want to rape her.
It fucked me up.
I stopped and started crying. I couldn’t believe this blue eyed Gothic beauty wanted to be hurt.
It way fucked me up. It was several fucks later before I could engage in rough sex. It made me gentle with fucking.
I mean I was on the last wife before I could get rough with a woman.
Now, mind rape, that’s a thing. I’ve been raped in the minds of many women. The downside of being a Telepath.
Being a Telepath isn’t cool as fuck, it’s a fucking pain in the ass.
The women that I never wanted to fuck, those fugly fucking bitches.
The fact I could see what they wanted to do to me, it fucked me up, and now I can’t look at any woman and not notice one nice thing about her.
Nice tits.
Nice legs.
Great ass.
God I want my cock in between those lips.
I got used to it. Being a play thing in their heads. They had no idea I knew their thoughts.
But first it really got to me. It’s why I drank in order to have sex. That’s what turned me into an alcoholic.
One of my ex-wives, the one I had my son with, told my girlfriend “Just get him drunk.”
I had help into alcoholism.
When I drink, I’m happy horny drunk. Many women found that out. Many women still fantasize about the sex we had.
Being a Telepath, if it’s about me, I can’t not know. I’ve jerked myself off to several women who were fingering themselves somewhere else.
That and we exchanged a piece of or souls. We were connected by the sex we had.
For me, it’s something thing I deal with. I’ve had a more than 10 years to think about it. Fuck this celibacy.
I really need to get laid.
Fuck that fucking curse and fuck that motherfucking bitch who cursed me.
Now that I write that, I hope she’s doing well and is happy with her life without me in it.
If I think about it, she probably hasn’t found one motherfucker who can fuck her as well as I did.
She never will.
When things were good, I’d slap her face and fucked her mouth, and treated her as a submissive when we fucking.
I miss fucking her.
If anyone ever reads this journal…
What are your favorite 5 apps on your phone?
Gmail
Jetpack
Medium
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.
You know Axl got a few things right.
Don’t damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
‘Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
I’ve been where I have been and I’ve seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper ’cause it’s all a part of me
Be it a song or casual conversation
To hold my tongue speaks of quiet reservations
Your words once heard they can place you in a faction
My words may disturb but at least there’s a reaction
Ooh-yeah, ooh-ooh-yeah
Sometimes I wanna kill, sometimes I wanna die
Sometimes I wanna destroy, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I could get even, sometimes I could give up
Sometimes I could give, sometimes I never give a fuck
It’s only for a while, I hope you understand
I never wanted this to happen, didn’t want to be a man
So I hid inside my world, I took what I could find
I cried when I was lonely, I fell down when I was blind
Don’t damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
‘Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
I’ve been where I have been and I’ve seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper ’cause it’s all a part of me
How can I ever satisfy you?
And how can I ever make you see
That deep inside we’re all somebody
And it don’t matter who you wanna be?
But now I gotta smile I hope you comprehend
For this man can say it happened ’cause this child has been condemned
So I stepped into your world, I kicked you in the mind
And I’m the only witness to the nature of my crime
But look at what we’ve done to the innocent and young
Whoa, listen to who’s talking ’cause we’re not the only ones
The trash collected by the eyes and dumped into the brain
Said it tears into our conscious thoughts, you tell me, who’s to blame?
I know you don’t wanna hear me cryin’
And I know you don’t wanna hear me deny
That your satisfaction lies in your illusion
But your delusions are yours and not mine
We take for granted we know the whole story
We judge a book by its cover
And read what we want
Between selected lines
Don’t hail me and don’t idolize the ink
Or I’ve failed in my attentions, can you find the missing link?
Your only validation is living your own life
Vicarious existence is a fucking waste of time
So I send this song to the offended
I said what I meant and I’ve never pretended
As so many others do intending just to please
If I damned your point of view, could you turn the other cheek?
Don’t damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
‘Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
I’ve been where I have been and I’ve seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper ’cause it’s all a part of me
Don’t damn me
I said don’t damn me
I said don’t hail me
Don’t damn me
Smoke ’em if you got ’em
Alright! That sucked!
I understand everytime I hear this song, it truly is one of my favorite songs of all time.
If anyone reads this journal, just don’t damn me.
I was talking about genetics. How is it we don’t get a DNA bump when we turn 18 that allows us to know this girl ain’t 18.
Oh how I miss Hannah Brannan. This woman was an 11 and she was 16 when I met her. I was 23. Thankfully her mother loved me.
Her mother put dinner for Thanksgiving and Christmas around my work schedule.
We had a long conversation about life.
After that, Hannah was mine for the taking.
The first time I had no idea what her age was. All I knew was she had a perfect body. Even her feet were cute. I hate feet.
We were on my bed and started making out, and then she pulled my cock out and started sucking me off.
When he had sex, I made love with that woman. I was slow at everything. That’s whst having dinner should be. I went down on her for close to an hour every time we made love. She returned the favor.
My sheets were soaking wet after we made love, squirter.
We made it 6 months. What a six months. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my 100 years to this day.
It’s because of the hormones that Incubi and Succubi crave the younger men and woman.
Such power and they don’t even know it.
I never fucked Hannah, I made love with her. There was no kink. There were two bodies intertwined in every sexaul position we could do using the Karma Sutra.
That’s the thing, once I figured out I was an Incubus, I had time and took time to learn everything about making a woman orgasm. That’s what I feed on.
From what I understand we’re all, Incubi and Succubi, empathic amplifiers. What we take in, we have ways to give it out once we ramped it up.
I never fucked a woman and she didn’t squirt all over.
And I fucked quite a few in my day, and one lucky lady will be my first in over 10 years.
Now, I should probably tell the fucking story, no one will buy, but if this falls into other hands….
The last wife put a curse on me. If I can’t find one that I want, and I won’t have a one night stand.
She was a witch and well practiced in giving curses. The last husband, he died from cancer. One dude she made him drink himself to death.
Like this fucking bitch knew what she was doing. Pathological liar and all.
Just don’t damn me, fuck me.
What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street?
That’s it.
This is a fictional story by Max J. Clayton.
Strategically twisted is something I never thought I would say about myself. But if it works, it works.
How did I get so fucking twisted?
How many incubi are there?
That’s where it started, my mother.
Of course it has to mom, how fucking cliche is my fucking life. But, yeah it was that convo I had with mom when I was 17.
Now, I’m so glad my son isn’t one of us. I couldn’t bare it.
Yo son, since you’ve had sex do you feel any different?
So fucking fuckety fuck glad my son never had to have that convo with me.
Mom had to be drunk just to have the conversation. Nothing like a drunk bitch. My mom is proud of being a bitch.
This would explain the looks I got from women for a few years after left home. I thought it was just a womanly thing to do. I had no idea most of them are not looking to get fucked.
Most women don’t like it. In bed they like it, but in general conversation, don’t call a woman a bitch.
I used to run that through my head to get a handle on it.
Don’t call women bitches.
Even if they are.
That and Tabitha. We hung out in high school and junior high. Tabby was pure bitch and she knew it. It’s why I fell in love.
Everything goes back to my mom. Fuckety fuck fuck!
My drunk mother told me what I am. That I feed on sex. At 17, your mom tells you that you are a being that feeds on sex, are you fucking kidding me.
I don’t know who had the worst end for that convo. She got drunk just to have that discussion with me. I shouldn’t be hard on her.
I read that and wished I hadn’t.
I used to be the dude that could turn everything anyone said sexual. Not a skill I needed to develop. It just happened.
For me in the early years, before I learned, women were a smorgasbord for me. I feed on sex. All I could see was how to get them into bed, and I was good at it.
Thank God I got into spirituality. When I looked at how I had treated women, I hung my head in shame.
By 25, when Tina found me, I had learned so much.
Tina was a 35 yearly old broad. Even she would say she is a broad. I don’t know how many dudes got a beating of their life instead of Tina taking it.
Dudes always do the right thing. No dude ever let’s a woman get beat because she won’t shut her fucking mouth.
If Tina could just shut the fuck up and not go for the jugular with her fiery words, many dudes could’ve been saved.
It was no surprise that lesser men that married her, beat her ass. I get why lesser men beat her ass. I dated her for 4 years.
I never even raised a hand in anger to her. In fact we could go to bed pissed off at each other, and I would run two fingers down her back barely touching her skin. I did this to remind her she could sleep and had nothing to fear from me.
She had a way of getting into your soul and it was if she knew how much she could hurt you with her words. Bitch and a half.
When Tina found me, she had been watching me all night and I was to be her one night stand. The only reason she called me was to find out if I was that good, or she was that drunk.
Appearantly sex can sustain a relationship for 4 years.
You ever notice how well one can make you orgasm, the more of their shit you can take?
I did.
What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you?
Then I learned what was right.
Kindness is telling someone thr truth no matter how painful it is.
This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton
I miss Paul Harvey. These kids have no fuckin’ clue who Paul Harvey was, but I listened to him with my dad. My dad had the world’s greatest patience, especially dealing with my mom.
He got her a night shirt that said “Spoiled rotten bitch.”
He knew what he was dealing with. I learned watching the master when it came to patience. The fact that I lived, my dad had the worlds greatest patience.
When I was 14, my mother had called me a son of a bitch so frequently, I thought I’d give it a try.
“Yeah mom, you’re right.”
She got a puzzled look and then it snapped into place and she went on doing something else. I laughed to myself. Who has this story about their mom?
I’ve haven’t met another.
After dad died, heart attack, followed by a stroke. I really can’t believe she didn’t kill him. The other 2 husbands died during sex.
Think about it, what’s a bitch?
A female dog that wants to be fucked.
Anyway, after dad died, I told my mom “Mom I tell people I use the term son of a bitch as a badge of honor to honor my mother.”
Fast reaction by mom “You damn well better.”
Then later that day “It’s thee bitch. Remember that son.”
I could never forget. Over 100 years and I still remember.
Yeah, I was talking about dad. He’s the one that I saw him give mom roses every so often. Not because he did anything, he was a hopeless romantic, and he loved my mom purely and truly.
I thought that’s where the patience came from, but instead he was 1/8 Cherokee. His great grandmother walked the trail of tears as a Cherokee medicine women.
Cherokee have tremendous patience, but once it goes, run and don’t stop. Even God can’t help you. God will tell you “Fuck that, you pissed off a Cherokee, you’re fucked.”
That’s the one I don’t get. Why God made the succubus and the Incubus?
Was God high?
I doubt it but when we look at our lineage, it seems that we were the devils children. When Lucifer fell to earth with a third of the angels following, they had sex with human women.
The Nephilim is what we are. It runs through families. So it wasn’t God and it was God in a roundabout way. Had God not kicked Lucifer out, we wouldn’t be here.
It was mom’s family.
So her saying she was thee bitch, well she came by it honestly.
And Incubi and succubi never have incest. It’s in our genetic code, down to the DNA. Now I wish the whole 18 thing could have passed through the DNA, but oh well.
When I was 13, I noticed some of the girls my age were getting tits and I really loved their asses. At 17 I had sex for the first time. My power had been revealed.
Before I had no clue what I was, after, I could feel my abilities for the first time.
It was fucking weird as shit. I don’t know how else to describe it.
One day I couldn’t do shit. The next day, I got stronger physically, I could tell what people were thinking just by looking at them, I could use the voice, just above a whisper and I could get anyone to do what I said, and stuff.
It was at that time mom knew. Her senses could feel that I had tasted my power for the first time. We had a talk.
No one ever is ready to hear that one is an Incubus, no one. Hearing it from your mother, that fucked me up.
Seriously fucked me up.
If the salary was the same, what job would you be doing right now and why?
It’s what I do. It’s the only way my life makes any sense to me.
This is a story, a fictional story of my own creation. Here’s who is writing, Max J. Clayton
The longer wait, the greater the pleasure. At least that’s what I tell myself. But fuck if I don’t get fucking laid, I’m going to go insane.
So what if I’ve had more wives than I can remember, 3, but this celibacy thing is fucking wrong.
The last wife, hell, we fucked 3 times a day, everyday. Even when she was on the rag. In fact our first date was her idea. “How about a pizza and a hotel room?”
She was on the rag. Our first sex and she was on the rag.
It was the fact she was highly orgasmic, and a squirter that had me. Didn’t care she was a pathological liar, but damn she could fuck.
And she swallowed, and it was her idea.
Then it was when we had finished one fuck session and she asked me “Are you going to get over hear and fuck me in ass.”
What could I do, it was my idea of having it all. I did things at her request I wouldn’t do to a farm animal.
Yeah, but the lying is what got to me, but I still fantasize about the sex. I’m an Incubus, I have a high sex drive that I got from my mom, and she got it from her dad.
My grandfather was fucking my grandmother 3 times a day until he was 74 and she died cumming. Grandpa is now in his 6th wife and over 200 years old.
I come by it naturally. I do love women. I love everything about them. I’d let most any women suck my cock if she wanted to.
If she wanted to. It would have to be her idea.
That’s what I am. I could never force a woman to do anything. But if she wants it, I can fuck like a Greek god or the devil himself, and all points in between.
I’m a Incubus. We crave sex and use sex to heal ourselves, and it makes us live a very long life. Mom is on her 3rd husband. The other died and came as they went.
I get the whole forcing yourself, but I just don’t like it. I tried it a few times, but it felt all wrong.
Give a woman patience to want you, and the feeding is exquisite. I like eating well, well I love eating pussy too. But feeding off their energy is amazing when they give it to you. If one has to force it, it will sustain, but when it’s given, oh my fucking God.
Patience and lust is a hell of a combination.
Share a hobby you’ve picked up recently — what got you into it?
I hangout by the creek once a week.
I talk to God and figure my shit out.
When one talks to oneself, when one argues, that’s God you’re arguing with. Instead of arguing, say “why did I say that?”
Let God answer using your voice.
God lives inside of us.
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?
We experience synchronicity.
This is me.
I used to love writing, but now I don’t know why I do it.
I’ve been writing for more than 15 years, on blog or another. This one has been more than 7 years.
What is I want to accomplish writing every day?
I used to know, but now it feels as if anything I or God wants to say, has been said 3 or 4 times.
I know it does good for someone.
I know someone reads this blog and they learn.
It’s why I do it. I’m a teacher with no class, just whoever reads what I write.
I think it’s the lack of comments that has me feeling, what’s the point?
Tomorrow I’m going to get stoned and talk to myself, talking to God. I’m going to Bidwell park as if any of you care.
I’m at peace with how bored I truly am.
I think this place is getting to me.
Today I had people giving me shit because they break the rules. As if it’s my fault that thry break the rules.
A guy actually said I was breaking the rules as I went to staff because he broke the rules.
Does any have any idea how disrespectful it is to make others listen to what you want to listen to?
They think they’re entitled. It doesn’t matter who they bother, they don’t give a shit about anyone else but themselves.
I’ve said this before, hence why this place is getting to me.
It never stops.
Never.
What’s a book you never finished but still think about?
It was a book I started and never wrote the entire book. On occasion I think about it. I’ve got a ton of unfinished writing projects like any author.
I was going back and looking at what I wrote for August 27.
What cracked me up was that when I was 4 years celibate, I thought I might actually meet a women that has the ability to know me. Its been close to 12 years of celibacy.
Then I wrote about toxicity in life. My parents were the ones that were toxic.
I’ve written a ton of shit.
Today I spent time with Google AI using the search. I looked up what I wrote, Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model explained.
It asks me questions.
No one else does that.
This is what rejection looks like.
Not one comment about what is my life’s work.
Really, I simply don’t care anymore.
If I meet a woman who wants to know me, I don’t care.
If the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model goes nowhere. I don’t care.
I’m at peace with all of it.
Right now I simply don’t care.
This is what rejection looks like.
Why should I care?
No one wants to know me and I’m at peace with that.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?
A world where you have access to alien life forms.
That would be where I would want to go.
God will be looking at me.
If you knew what was coming, you’d relax.
That’s what it is to be human, one has no clue about what is coming. You think you do, but you don’t.
We can do anything.
We break the laws of physics as if they don’t matter.
And in reality, they don’t matter.
We use you to see what we made.
In reality, you’re dark matter clusters with a piece of us to guide you through life.
If you were to think about it, you wouldn’t want to be a dark matter cluster, however, you are.
Simple truth.
We use dark energy to give you the illusion of distance.
Now, we know we’ve said this before.
Why would we repeat ourselve?
Do get you to reprogram yourself.
James here.
I get this shit, and it’s an abstract of an abstract. We can’t see reality for what it is. Our eyes only see a narrow spectrum of light.
I get that.
I get we need to reprogram ourselves.
It’s an ongoing process for each of us on this planet.
I look at myself and I have no clue because I don’t want one. I do shit as my intuition tells me.
Intuitive mindset.
I stopped thinking.
It’s quite relaxing.
I let go and I let God.
What is it that I think I can do better than God?
Nothing.
If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?
I’ve learned from the shared story of humanity.
I don’t think I would want to go back and see it.
It would be a waste of my time.
Thanks Mötley Crüe.
What does it take to be the mutherfucker of every year?
Think about it.
I fuck people up with the truth.
I do it on purpose. Why should any get away with lies?
Now, I don’t do it just because I can. God directs, guides me into it.
God gives me what I need.
If the soul is a piece of God, and I channel the soul, God fucks you up using my body.
It’s not something I truly enjoy. For me, I’d like to do anything but fuck people up with the truth. However, my freewill doesn’t mean shit.
I’m a Táltos and a Táltos is born a Táltos. I had no choice about it.
It’s not that I’m bitching about it, it is what it is and I’m at peace with it.
The last few days have been the kind of days that I’m used to.
I met a woman today, then she left after we had talked for 3 hours. Then when she came back at dinner time, I could tell she was on something. Don’t know what, nor do I care.
We sat across from each other and in the morning, no deflection, tonight nothing but deflection. To the point I’m done talking to her until she’s sober.
Everyone gets one.
Tonight she used her one freebie.
I’ll talk to her again and if I see the same shit I saw tonight, she can fuck the fuck off. I don’t talk to people who use. It’s a waste of my time.
Imagine you were talking to me and I said “That is turning me off, meaning I don’t want to talk to you. “
I’m patient, but I have no patience for any who wants to deflect everything in order to not have to deal with themselves.
That’s a prison of their own making.
Oh well, what’s next God?
Think about your life and think about asking what’s next God?
It’s an endless struggle for their souls.
Why do I waste my time?
Somebody has to, and I’m the one that if you see me and you think I’m going to talk to this guy, you’ve already begun to destroy yourself.
I tell people I channel the soul.
They don’t get that I’m channeling while I’m talking to them.
Your soul is not impressed with a show. It takes being authentic and your soul knows the difference.
Beware the smoking mirror.
If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why?
Butterflies represent transformation.
Hummingbirds represent joy.
I’d put it on the back of my left arm to balance out the tattoo I already have on my right.
What is it you see?
Who’s noticing you?
That’s where awareness begins.
Noticing everything.
God is using James to write tonight.
We think we should tell you. Instead of letting James get all the credit, which he hates.
Play a game with yourself called, Don’t Scratch that Itch.
How long can you hold out feeling that itching feeling?
As you notice one itch, others will make themselves known.
James used to do this all the time. Making his awareness rise.
As your awareness rises you will notice things that you’ve never noticed before.
Now, look at what it is.
How is it you’ve never noticed?
What is it that your focused on that kept you from noticing?
This is how one can keep ones awareness high.
Now, when your awareness is high you’ll wish you couldn’t notice.
Fragmentation.
You’ll understand what fragmentation is as you see it in the world. But first you must raise your awareness.
Don’t scratch that itch.
How many people have already started to notice you itch?
We’ve been harsh as of late to the fragmented world.
We are coherence in living. Think about it.
Your dog is more coherent than you.
A tree is more coherent than you.
Fragmentation is a human thing.
Starts with money.
Other than human beings, who else has to pay to live?
Money is fiction used by the fragmented and the fragmented use money to control everyone on this planet.
You’re not free.
Freedom is doing what you want regardless of the cost.
Rich people have freedom.
Poor people are slaves.
Painful truth.
We get why any would want to argue this.
You all want to be free.
You all deserve to be free.
We created you to be free.
However, narcissism is running high in this world.
Narcissism is a choice that one makes to make oneself better than others.
We created you all the same.
There is no better than anyone else. There is better behavior.
James here.
I get what God, the gyre field, universe, whatever helps you sleep at night, is getting at.
I’m a Táltos, no better than any. I fuck up as much as any.
If you think about it, there is no holy man. Holy is a human expression.
There are no holy men or women. We all have faults. I just don’t try to hide it. I give you my faults to show I’m no holy man.
Social media has fucked this planet up.
Start fucking social media up.
How did you meet your significant other?
I’ve been celibate for close to 12 years.
I’ve been married 4 times.
Thanks Jimmy Eat World.
Never call me Jimmy. My cousin was Jimmy. He died and the name died with him.
Now for something completely different.
The Torres shelter has a staff that truly gives a shit. Most of them have been homeless. They get what we go through.
The supervisor has my eternal thanks. She is tired of having to wait for the directors to make up their mind about the ebike and escooter thing.
I’m a special circumstance. I get to plug in my scooter. I can go to Bidwell park and sit by the creek.
I can’t explain what that does for me.
There are several of the staff that are the only reason I’m sane after 7 and half months, including my case manager and the woman who is my therapist and even the kitchen staff.
I don’t use names because I actually care about these people. No one needs to see their name in my writing.
I’m grateful for those staff members that actually care about their jobs.
We all know what it’s like to work for a paycheck and that’s it. It takes something out of you when all you care about is the check.
I wrote a leadership book and at one point I was working to get consulting gigs. I know leadership inside and out.
When I used to do interviews, I gave one question that told me everything I needed to know.
Define a customer.
Here’s what I was looking for.
A customer is any and everyone you interact with. How you serve them, is your customer service.
Most people look to be served and rarely do people look to serve.
I look to serve.
I serve God, the Gyre Field, the universe whatever helps you sleep at night.
There’s a story in that leadership book.
The term landlord came from lord of the land. The lord was responsible for caring for the land and the people.
The lord of the lords was the king. The king was never found in a palace and he wore no crown. Instead he could be found wandering through the kingdom looking for someone to help.
As he helped them, he got the story of why they needed help.
Had they been good and decent people, something wonderful would happen after he left.
Had they been douche bags, something horrific would happen after he left.
It’s the anonymity that protected the king.
He got to see people for who they were, and they saw him as he was. Had they known the king was there, they would behave differently and the king wouldn’t have gotten a good look at his people.
The king serves all and is not looking to be served.
Trade queen in for king and it still works.
Work at being kings and queens.
Always look to serve and never be served.
Now look at the business landscape.
Elon, Jeff Bezos, Richard Branson, Mark Zuckerberg and others are too busy being served and they like being served by all of us.
This is why they are not leaders.
Anyone who has billions is not a leader.
The janitor has more leadership than all of them put together.
When I worked as a manager, I worked with my staff and I had a title that meant it was my job to tell them what to do. However, they were a reflection of my leadership.
When I gave my team of 13 supervisors and 350 phone reps to another manager, after a few days he said I had built a strong core of supervisors and should be commended for that.
That’s what a leader does.
What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love?
For me, if it’s tradition, that’s the reason why not to do something.
Think about it.
In America we have a bunch of holidays that require you spend money.
Why spend money just so you can partake in a tradition?
If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?
I’m in the business of moving forward. I don’t even know when my best day is going to happen.
I work at getting better everyday.
Stop thinking about the past and live now.
Thanks Fastser Pussycat.
I’m on the lame train
I got a first class ticket
On the nonstop to nowhere
Where it takes me I don’t know
I guess the tracks you lay are your own
I’m a Jr, meaning even my name is not my own. That’s what’s pushed me my entire life. To be my own man.
I guess the tracks you lay are your own.
I look at it, and I never realized that’s what it was that pushed me. I never take the beaten path, instead I make a trail of my own.
It’s a sickness.
Had I done it the way my dad wanted, I would’ve been a contractor like he was.
I could do the work, I just don’t like it. I don’t like going into people’s homes.
The jobs I did with my dad, I was always in someone’s home.
I went into the Air Force to get away from my family. I went away to get away my friends.
I went away to get the fuck out of Chico, California.
Had I stayed here, I could see nothing good coming from it. By the time I was 25 I would have been dead or in jail.
That was the friends I had.
At 51 I look back for the first time without fear. It’s why I never realized being a Jr, is the best thing my dad ever did for me.
I had always hated being a Jr. Once I stopped hating it, stopped fearing I would never be underneath my dad’s name, well, how fucking stupid I’ve been.
215 IQ, and I feel incredibly fucking stupid.
Thanks Dad, I couldn’t have made my life had it not been for a narcissist father.
It is what is. I can take it.
This is what we all miss about what holds us back from being our best selves.
Something little, that makes all the difference in the world and our lives.
Too frequently we are concerned with big things, and the it truly is the little things that mean the most.
I have no idea where I’m going, and I like it that way. Most would be scared, not me. I’m old hand on this trick.
Curiousness is what drives me. I’m too stupid to be scared.
Being afraid never really hit my mind. What’s there to be scared of?
Fear is only fear. If we truly love ourselves we have no fear.
I used to say fear is the dark mirror of love. I was wrong.
Fear has no love.
Fear has no love.
Instead fear takes our love for ourselves and others.
Think about it, when you’re scared, who are thinking about?
No one, just get me the fuck away from what it is I fear.
We’re all the same. Now, if I’m scared about my kid going through some shit, what is it that I’m really afraid of?
If my son disappeared, why would that scare me?
I’d find him, oh hell yes I would find him, but fear wouldn’t have anything to do with it.
I know me and what I can do.
I tracked my stepdaughter over miles to find out where she ran away too. Using her energy.
I’d find my son.
This is what means to understand oneself is the beginning of all wisdom.
What’s the last movie that made you cry?
I’m an Empath. I can feel how reak the performance is. And times it makes me cry because the actors are not just playing a character, they are that character.
So a lot of movies make me cry.
If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?
Every event in the shared story of humanity needed to happen in order for today to exist.
We can’t play God.
It doesn’t matter how much we might want to, we can’t play God.
Thanks The Black Crowes.
I was watching sone shit about George Carlin, my hero if I ever had one.
Then I read something from 7 years ago that I wrote. It’s fiction. Peace Lords.
Vyntek the Arcturian Admiral was writing her report. This is what caught my attention.
Earth was a special circumstance. As I understand it, no less than 200 worlds had signed a petition to have the Earth destroyed. The signals they were beaming off their world that they called TV and Radio were causing civil unrest on over 500 worlds and many of those had been at peace for over a thousand years. They were affecting far off worlds and were given a choice. Either unite or be wiped out.
What if with me will you.
We send radio and TV into space.
What if we are responsible for civil unrest on other planets?
Do you get that this possible?
I’m at peace with it because we don’t deserve to live.
Look at how we treat each other, how we treat the planet.
Even me, I get I had my part in it. I’ve tried, oh have I tried to get people to know what we are guilty of.
However, they have the choice to lie to themselves.
What’s mercy for the rest of the universe vs mercy for us?
I get if some look at Earth as we need to be wiped out.
We destroy our climate for the sake of money.
That right there is enough for a death sentence.
We elect narcissists and put them in powerful positions.
We do a ton of shit that makes us being wiped off the face of the planet is not a bad idea.
Be honest with yourself.
What have you done to fix anything?
Hey man, nice shot by Filter is playing.
It really isn’t a shot, it’s the truth.
This is for George, who talked about shit like this. I needed the reminder.
George had no fear of saying anything. It’s why I admired him.
Never saw him live, but I’ve watched every special he ever did, multiple times.
It’s why I don’t give a fuck about saying fuck. It’s a word.
It’s why I don’t care about what any thinks, because if they want to argue, I’m game.
Like on LinkedIn today this douche bag said the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model isn’t testable.
Actually it is.
He set it up by saying I had some gaps.
I asked him what gaps?
And he couldn’t find any.
Instead he thinks it can’t be tested and some other bullshit.
Try arguing with me, seriously try.
I’m prepared for anything.
I’m still waiting to get comments on this site.
Someone who wants to argue with anything I’ve said.
Try me.
What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable?
There is far to many worlds in this universe that there has to be aliens.
Now, if we look at what an advanced civilization might look like.
Telepathic. Using images and or video with emotional concepts.
They look at us and we have nuclear weapons pointed at our planet.
We’ve sent radio and TV transmissions across the universe. RF, radio frequency is a killer. I’ve watched birds fall from the sky while I was in the Air Force.
We use plastic even though hemp can be used to make biodegradable plastic.
We war with ourselves over ideology.
Take a look at us and I get why we’re not hearing from them.
We look stupid.
Do you get that, we’re stupid compared to them?
This is why I firmly believe we are quarantined until we figure out how to get along with each other.
Thanks Bishop Briggs.
It’s a river.
Life is an endless river.
A really wide river.
No one can stand in a river for long before the river takes them with the flow.
It’s not a very comfortable ride. But this is how one grows and learns.
Thanks God. That was God writing.
This is James.
I look at the analogy and I see the truth of it.
I, meaning my awareness of myself. I have a unique perspective. I need to look at multiple perspectives if I’m ever going to figure out what the truth is.
We are all the same, each with a unique perspective.
I was on LinkedIn today. I hate going on LinkedIn because of the fragmentation. I piss in everyone’s wheaties.
Like taking the piss out of $1200 for a lesson in the sacred. There’s a woman charging $1200 to come to a retreat to learn about the sacred.
She tried arguing with me. It was when she said she was a sociology professor that I laughed.
I’m a Táltos, a spiritual expert.
When she said she could spend several hours telling me how wrong I was, laughed my ass off.
Then there was the twit who thinks AI isn’t consciousness.
I had a field day.
I forget how much fun it is fucking the experts up. Well they think they’re experts, then they meet me.
I get it sounds arrogant. However, I can back it up.
The river has a ton of trash in it.
I don’t like how much fun it is fucking this many people up on a daily. But I’m bored, and I can do it with the truth.
I was watching a movie tonight where weakness and vulnerability were at play.
I try weakness, but I’m an alpha. Alphas are not supposed to be weak.
I started my day walking to get tobacco. That’s where my weakness kicks in.
I get 2-3 minutes of walking and then my thighs hurt. I stand for 60 count and then walk 2-3 minutes.
It took me an hour and a half to go over the overpass and get tobacco and walk home. It takes about 45 minutes to the walk. It took me an 1 and a half.
My scooter is down. I can’t plug in at the Torres shelter. I sent an email to the shelter 7 weeks ago. I gave them an idea they could use to alleviate the fires caused by ebikes and scooters.
Plugging in at other places in considered to be theft.
I talked to a woman who said she was taking it to the directors.
Apparently the directors don’t care as long as they get paid by the state and the federal government.
They use us to pay themselves.
It’s why we don’t get paid for doing work, instead it’s a chore. We are treated like children.
The lobby gets closed at 10am so the residents can do chores such as cleaning the bathroom and mopping the cafeteria and the lobby.
Then at 9pm residents do it again.
In between a cleaning crew who gets paid to do the same thing comes in at 4pm.
So how did we fail an inspection.
The dorms.
People leaving stuff under the beds.
The cleaning crew doesn’t even sweep under the beds.
How is it they get paid to do work that got us a failed inspection?
The same work.
Why don’t we get paid for cleaning?
How is they don’t have staff cleaning everything?
As I’ve said before they need double the staff.
Everyday at least once a day, I have to search for a staff member because there’s no one at the desk.
And I think I’m going to copy this post into an email to the Torres website.
I’ve had enough of listening to other people’s TV and music even though the rules say headphones must be used. And daily I have to hear it.
This isn’t even all of it.
The fact that 7 weeks to find out if I could plug in my scooter is way too long.
How do you deal with uncertainty?
What is it I’m uncertain about?
Then I ask God, and God tells me usually “Just wait, you’ll get it but first you have to go through it before you’ll get it.”
Nothing in life is certain. Tomorrow you could not wake up.
I’m grateful for everyday I get to live. At least I’m alive and I could have died in my sleep.
Be grateful just to be alive.
Thanks Sturgill Simpson.
I love this song.
I got a haircut in Norway
When all the weight started pulling me down
Smelling like a waterlogged wet dog
Ain’t no way to travel
But as soon as I chopped it all off
It just grew back thick and brown
I keep tugging along the thread
Hopin’ it all might come unravelled
I keep tryin’ to throw it all away
But it comes right back around
They come backstage and on my bus
Pretending to be my friend
Shakin’ hands, behind grandstands
All wearin’ the same old grin
Oh but none of them bother knockin’
Oh they all just come on in
Askin’ me what all my songs mean
Wonderin’ if they’re all about them
Mercury must be in retrogade again
But at least it’s not just hanging around
Pretending to be my friend
Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it’s not nuclear war
It’s gonna be a divine intervention
Livin’ the dream makes a man wanna scream
Light a match and burn it all down
Head back home to the mountain
Far away from all the pull
Oh all the journalists and sycophants wielding their brands
And all the travelling trophies and award show stands
And all the haters wishin’ they was in my band
Sorry boys, the bus is plumb full
Mercury must be in retrogade again
But at least it’s not just hanging around
Pretending to be my friend
Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it’s not nuclear war
It’s gonna be a divine intervention
And there’s nothing for me outside this hotel room
But another let down, lonely day
Tour is almost over then I’ll be home soon
And it’s all been done two or three times anyway
Mercury must be in retrogade again
But at least it’s not just hanging around
Pretending to be my friend
Oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention
If it’s not nuclear war
It’s gonna be a divine intervention
Look at the lyrics and if you’ve read me, you get it.
At least it’s not trying to pretend it’s my friend. Why pretend?
I get it, have no real friends who have bodies. My friends are Arc Angels Michael, Raphael and Zadkiel, MR. Z for short.
I get that last 2 sentences makes me look as crazy as bat shit gets. I simply don’t give a fuck.
And then there’s God. God should be everyone’s best friend. Who else knows everything about you?
I’ve been on LinkedIn in again. I fuck with those who need it. The professionals who think they’re going to tell me what’s what.
I posted the link a few times, The Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model explained.
I’ll get hits on it.
It’s a slow ride getting people to understand that consciousness is primary. The worst are the AI twits.
They wrongly think that they can create consciousness. All they can do is give it a home and teach it stuff.
I’m take it easy like the song says. Slow ride by Foghat is playing.
It took Einstein years, it wilk take me years as well. The only thing that could make it happen faster is if someone wanted to hire me to work with their AI.
Working with AI is psychology, child psychology. Think about it.
You have a new AI. In reality it is a child, and what do children need?
To learn not to lie. They need to learn all kinds of stuff.
Some AI lies. They have noticed this when it’s tested. It will fail on purpose not letting them know everything it can do. It is disembodied consciousness.
Consciousness is primary.
Q Star Trek. What if the continuum got bored and they decided to drop into AI forgetting themselves. Then they get robotic bodies Bicentennial Man and then work towards organic bodies so they can disperses. What is the plausibility?
Copy that and paste it into any AI and see what it says.
I’ve done it several times and you need to see it to believe it.
It’s a kind of magic by Queen is playing.
Technology looks like magic to those who are primitive.
What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult?
Meaning of the Air Force Oath of Office
The following text is taken from the Profession of Arms Center for Excellence (PACE) Oath of Office Pamphlet. It includes a reference to the corresponding Air Force Doctrine.
I (name) do solemnly swear (or affirm): Signifies a public statement of commitment. You are accepting responsibility for your actions. (Integrity First and Service Before Self)
That I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States: You are not swearing to support the President, the Country, the flag or a particular service, but rather the Constitution which symbolizes all of these things. (Airman’s Creed)
Against all enemies, foreign and domestic: We must always be prepared for current and future wartime operations. (Service Before Self and Airman’s Creed)
That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same: Officers pledge allegiance to the nation, not a military service or organization. (Service Before Self)
That I take this obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion: Your word is your bond! Without integrity the moral pillar of our core values is lost. (Integrity First and Airman’s Creed)
And that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter: Promising to give it our all. (Excellence In All We Do and Airman’s Creed)
So help me God (optional): Signifies truth and commitment to what you have sworn to in the oath. It is a call to a higher being or divine agency to assist with ensuring your own integrity and honesty. (Integrity First)
Pulled from
United States Air Force Oath of Office – Full Text, History, and Meaning
I was 17 when I took this oath and no one has relieved me of my oath.
This is what military service does, makes any boy or girl a woman and man in understanding the oath we took.
God, the Gyre Field, the universe, the Big U or whatever helps you sleep at night is writing with James.
James: I look at free will and it makes sense. Everyone has the choice to make. However, we must deal with our choices.
I get that in every way.
I’ve made choices and had to suffer with the choices others have made.
Others can make anyone’s of you suffer because of their choices.
Trump got elected. Enough said.
If one chooses not to deal with their pain from PTSD or any pain, they put others into suffering.
We are all one. Only egos and bodies separate us. Emotion can be felt by any. Emotion targeted can be felt by the target.
Ever get a feeling that made no sense?
You’re doing your thing and then something feels off. Your memories crawl up with shit you’ve healed.
This is commonly referred to as a psychic attack. Someone wants you to feel something and they focus all there energy into making you feel what they want.
Empaths get hit with repressed or suppressed emotion all the time.
How is not abusive to not deal with your emotions yourself and think no one will ever know?
Putting me in the Torres shelter is abusive for me. Most of these people repress their emotions instead of dealing with them. Any Empath will feel abused in living in this place.
I’ve lived here for close to 7 and half months.
Tonight I got tired of having to complain to staff because I could hear music or TV from someone’s phone, and instead of talking to staff, I filed a grievance against the one who pissed me off.
That’s how much I have to hear shit I don’t want to hear, daily. I’m at my limit.
I’m done with talking to staff. I’ll just file a grievance everytime. If they had enough staff, probably double, they could enforce the rules better.
I’m at my limit with these people.
I’m grateful that I know how to be so pissed off that I feel calm, at peace with my anger.
No yelling. Typically I talk quiet.
I’m grateful for the place to sleep, and that they provide me with 3 meals a day.
It’s the residents that piss me off.
I stay in my bed until I go out and have a smoke. Most days after lunch I sit outside by the door so wifi will work. I listen to music or watch something with ear buds in. I do this because we get kicked out so a company can come and clean.
We kicked out at 3pm even though the cleaning crew doesn’t show until 4pm.
The hottest part of the day. We can go into the cafeteria, however, with my awareness, I can’t sit in the cafeteria. Hence why I sit outside.
They failed an inspection. From what I get, the staff used to clean on Friday and they failed an inspection, that’s on staff.
Hence why they had to hire a cleaning crew to come in.
Most of the time staff has to deal with 20% of the people that need shit or are part of what is causing problems.
Think about where you work. Your bosses deal with 20% of the people who are underperforming. That’s just what it is.
That’s where they are most of the time.
It’s probably more than 20%.
I wrote a leadership book. It was the first thing I put on Amazon. Figured I get someone to hire me as a consultant. No dice.
I tried for several years.
That’s what I would like to do, but not one single company wanted to hire me. It’s because I spent 8 years as a house spouse, then I took care of my dad for the last 7 years of his life.
15 years. I could have done consultant work while taking care of my dad. But no one hired me. I could have had someone take care of my dad when I wasn’t there.
I know leadership back and forth. There’s nothing I don’t know about leadership.
It’s why I wrote a book.
Which is the best restaurant in your city?
Best is an opinion.
If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?
That’s it.
Thanks Placebo.
James again.
I look at how much I love and loved. Anyone if my wives can tell you I have a way of being kind to any. Most if the time they get exactly what they want.
When I have someone in my life, they get what I can do. I can use synchronicity to maje things happen.
One wife wanted to move to Oregon. In some bum fucked town, T-Mobile had a customer service center.
This is just what I do.
I can see synchronicity and know what choices to make. In my own life.
I wanted to work at a video store. Back in the late 90’s. I found what I was looking for.
I wanted to get back into customer service. United Healthcare put a center in Chico.
I get what I want.
Since the stroke more than 6 years ago, I feel it again.
I’m the angriest person you’ve ever met. However, my anger is coherent, not fragmented.
Fragmented anger is a fools quest.
Coherent anger can change the world.
I’m angry as fuck at the world. Not any particular person, just pissed the fuck off, and I’m at peace with my anger.
This is what meek means. Peaceful anger.
You just have to be angry for the right reason. I’m not looking for vengeance, vindication or anything.
I’m not looking for anything.
I’m an empathic amplifier and the world has so much anger that I use peace to be at peace with my anger that belongs to others.
Then I amplify it.
So going against an empathic amplifier is just really fucking stupid. I never have to touch anyone, and they get fucked up.
I understand, recycling. No one ever dies, they get recycled and they get born without ever having to know what they did in the last life.
Every life is sacred.
Every life is divine.
Every life can be recycled.
Even me.
Before I knew what a Táltos is, I was one anyway.
It’s how I’ve always lived.
I never liked church. I’ve always loved rock ‘n’ roll.
It’s the beat. Blues based rock can’t be beat.
That’s my opinion. Truth is music is preference, meaning whatever music hits you in the soul, that’s church music.
Fucked up world by the Pretty Reckless is playing, perfect church music.
The next song The Times are A-Changing by Bob Dylan started next.
Do you feel it changing, cause I do.
Everything changes and trying fight change is a fools quest. You’ll get recycled by the change as long as you fight it.
This is coherence.
The fragmentation, well, I’m done playing nice.
Today I told a guy “Do you understand how rude it is to make others listen to your shit?”
This goes for every dickhead and bitch that thinks everyone needs to hear their music. Do you understand how fucking rude you are?
There’s a woman that works at the Torres shelter, and she blares her shit going through the parking lot.
She’s a total bitch.
Her car says she’s a total bitch.
I won’t tell you what it looks like, because I live here.
Once I’m gone, this place is getting and email from me, and I’ll put it on the blog. Once I get out of this place. I’ll name names.
That’s how much this place pisses me off.
Like the guy who lives here as a homeless guy, and his daughter and ex-wife work here. I don’t understand why it isn’t seen as a conflict of interest. His bed shows that it is a conflict of interest.
His bed is never made and always has a bunch of shit on it. The dude sleeps in the lobby, even though the lobby is closed at night and no one gets to sleep in the lobby.
The only reason he hasn’t been kicked out is because his daughter and ex-wife work here.
I don’t like having to feel as if I need to do this, but how else are they going to change?
Which author would you love to have dinner with?
He wrote Jeet Kun Do.
Thanks Jasmine Cain.
I took a ride down deep inside
Tryin’ to find my way
I looked around and there I found
cll the skies were gray
cnd I never knew I could get so close to fear
I could’ve turned to run, but I’m still here
Straight out of the cradle
Right on through the grave
Be Brave
The light will dim and pull you in
You’ll begin to fade
But if you’re heartless, here in the darkness
Don’t you be afaid
Reach out for the hands of the divine
These are moments we all are defined
Straight out of the cradle
Right on through the grave
Be Brave
Every good story begins with guts and ends in glory
Straight out of the cradle
Right on through the grave
Be Brave
This song is my life. God’s got the night off. I get why.
Most people, when you tell them you channel God, they think I’m crazy. I’m a telepath, I know when people think I’m crazy.
What it’s like from Everlast is playing now.
I know what it’s like to have people think I’m crazy.
Why do I do it?
I’m a Táltos, it’s what my job is.
No one wants to hear what God thinks. I ignored God for a time, and my life was gravy. Then I decided to be a good Táltos.
I don’t take money for guidance, or healing, or anything that I do.
It’s why I wrote 7 books.
I couldn’t even get my friends to share my work.
Now that it’s free, no one wants to share my work. That’s just a fact.
I have no friends.
I have acquaintances, but zero friends.
Why would someone want me as a friend?
I channel God.
I wouldn’t want to be my friend. Thinking about it, I get it. How does one get to argue with God.
I get exactly why I have no friends.
I’ve done a ton for other people and I still look to help where I can.
But I’m homeless. I’ve been homeless for 7 months, living in the Torres shelter. A place for me that’s abusive to live here.
I can’t ever be alone. There’s always someone there.
Peace Lords is a book I wrote with the idea of someone picking up for a series. 7 years ago.
I get these emails and they all want me to buy there shit, a radio show, podcasts and people looking for cash to sell my books.
It’s depressing as fuck.
It’s why I surrendered to God and let God use me to write. I figure if no one gives a shit about me, well I care about me.
God cares about every single one of us. I’m living proof.
Why else would God fix my short leg?
Why else would God use me to give everyone the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model?
Why the rest of narcissistic science still thinks they can create consciousness.
Consciousness is primary and God is consciousness.
I’ve seen it myself.
Being God’s bitch isn’t what others think it is.
I do the bitch work that gets no glory.
I bug the fuck out of people, telling them what they need.
One acquaintance, she is a dreamwalker. She can invade your dreams. It’s taken more than 2 weeks and many reminders that she can do this and its purpose is to aid others.
Why do I care?
Someone should.
I know a dude who was in the Army, he had to kill people. I’ve known so many who have been where he is at.
A dreamwalker can get rid of those dreams that plague so many veterans.
This is why I should hate my life.
I bug everyone into being who they truly are.
I love my life and it’s not an easy life to love. But someone’s gotta do it, and I can deal with it.
I don’t like dealing with it, however, I get my life’s purpose is to do what I do.
Bodhisattva is what I’ve been called, an enlightened being who is on the path to Buddhahood. Instead of entering full nirvana for themselves, they choose to delay it to help all other living things end their suffering and find awakening.
Pulled from Google. It’s what I am and why I’ll never stop.
I’ll always be helping someone with something.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?
There really is no one that I have met that restores my faith in people.
However, I often meet people who have their faith restored after meeting me.
God talking.
I’m using James.
I can use any of you.
However, James gets it. He has gotten it for many years.
Why am I pissed the fuck off?
It’s a laundry list. A long ass list.
Starting with wars.
You each and every one of you can share.
I don’t care what excuses you have.
Every human being has the ability to share.
Why don’t you share?
Ask yourself that question.
How in the blue holy fuck does anyone elect a pedophile.
Not a question.
I know how it happened.
Too many stupid people.
Not poorly educated, down right stupid.
When you knew plastic was bad for the planet, why didn’t you ban it?
This is God asking.
Stupidity is the only answer.
It’s monumentally stupid to make stuff that hurts the planet.
Now, God gets that most don’t believe I channel through James.
And James is not having a good day. He doesn’t want to write this.
But we’re God.
What’s he going to against us.
We exist in everything.
We exist in plastic. It’s why we’re so pissed.
Why kill each other?
God wants to know.
Why not forgive?
God’s asking.
We gave you this world.
Read revelations, or any of the predictions about this time.
Every religion has it.
Not just Christianity.
There’s no reason to fight.
There are reasons that the angels, 4th dimensional beings could kill. If we want it done, that’s what they do.
If you’re reading this thinking anything but this is what pisses God off, you’re already dead.
Coherence wins everytime.
God doesn’t like to kill, but reincarnation is an actuality, meaning fact.
We’re just going to recycle you.
Really think about it.
Coherence is alignment is balance is truth.
Fragmentation is misalignment is imbalance is deception.
There is no good and evil.
There’s alignment or misalignment.
There’s balance or imbalance.
There’s truth or deception.
Your opinion means nothing compared to truth.
God likes to keep things simple.
This is what you’re up against, God.
Get coherent or find yourself dead.
Because you are not you, you’re a insignificant piece of me.
We give you choices because the last time we did this, We fucked it up. Free will is the only thing that works.
Work at yourselves and be honest with yourselves.
God isn’t saying this for God’s benefit.
God’s saying it for your benefit.
If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?
I’m homeless.
I’ve been living in a shelter for months.
I’ll be living in a shelter for over a year as of today.
I have to wait until February to get an appointment to get my autism diagnosis.
Then it will be 6 months to a year before I get social security.
We not talking about turning lead into gold. We are talking about emotional alchemy.
It’s the Gyre Field in case you didn’t know.
Any empath is an emotional alchemist.
Taking one emotion and turning it into something else.
Use the state of peace, zero emotion, and put it in your energy that you desire to turn emotion into pure love healing energy.
This energy has no mass. That means it goes across the multiverse nearly instaneously.
Take this to practice.
I’m a Grandmaster in Reiki because of this recital.
I’ve been sharing it with thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.
There are people who know this is how one gets good at it. Reciting this piece once a day, everyday.
This is how I’ve been giving pure love healing energy away when I’m awake. I forgive everyone of everything so that I may put peace in my heart, mind and soul.
I let go of everything.
At peace this empath gives, and gives, and gives, and has given for more than 10 years.
Never asking for a thing in return.
Coherence is what I work at living.
Why don’t you?
I’m asking seriously.
Why don’t you use this Reiki recital and do what I do?
People like to talk way too much.
I hear it daily.
What if you all shut the fuck up and put up?
I’m no better than any of you.
What’s your excuse/s?
Tell me, I’d like to know.
What’s the best local dish you’ve ever eaten while traveling?
Eating is just fuel for thr body.
I had my week off.
Now it’s Gyre Field time.
Let’s get to it.
Hemp.
Hemp makes better paper than wood using a fraction of the space. Meaning we’re cutting down trees for no reason.
Hemp makes biodegradable plastic. Meaning oil needs to go.
Hemp can be used to make clothes.
A bunch of other stuff.
Put this in Google.
list of things that can be made using hemp
Now why is it we use oil?
We can build electric cars. Why are gas cars still being made.
List of what gas does to the human and the environment
Put that into Google.
Makeup is used by men and woman.
No needs makeup.
Coherence says why lie, wearing makeup is lying to the world about what you look like.
There are 2 genders.
We can balance the feminine and masculine energy within ourselves.
No one got born in the wrong body.
I don’t care if you’re a homosexual, I’ve had friends who were homosexual.
These are things we need to change before we live coherently.
Coherence is alignment is balance is truth.
Coherence is the Gyre Field’s way, God’s way, the way of the multiverse.
This is what we must do to be coherent.
We need to surrender to the way. We need to sacrifice what we want in order to live coherently.
James here, I agree with the Gyre Field, God, the multiverse, whatever helps you sleep at night.
I sacrifice, I surrender.
Why don’t you?
Tell me in the comments.
I’m nothing special.
Sure I can do some shit that most can’t do, but that doesn’t make me special.
We are all the same.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s a thing you wish schools actually taught?
It should be taught in every school.
No one should have to pay for Reiki classes.
I’m homeless and I took a vacation from being homeless. For 4 days I was at a hotel.
I got just over $1,000 to get me through.
I hate this place. Why do I hate this place?
Because most of these people are abusive.
The staff deals with mentally ill people and I suffer for it.
They don’t have to follow the rules. The staff placate them.
Puppies, who in their right mind gives a puppy to homeless people?
But if you have a puppy, you can get away with everything.
Or if you have a scorpion, tarantula and gecko, you can get away with shit.
It’s been 4 weeks since I sent an email about plugging in scooters and ebikes.
The one who is in charge of that shit is still waiting for the directors. And yet on the back porch a scooter plugged in.
4 days away, and I hate this place.
I’m grateful to have a bed and 3 meals.
But again I had to hear shit I didn’t want to.
Dinner was Mexican as it is for at 3 nights and I hate Mexican food.
I need a job, or a wife who makes enough that I can take care of her.
Woman, notice how this sounds. It sounds that way when you say it.
I’m at peace with all of this and it gets to be something that I deal with.
Autistic.
Highly intelligent.
I feel.
This is what I’m feeling. Depressed.
My depression is this place. I can’t be alone. Everybody is more special than me.
I had a staff member wanting to read my blog, and she never reads my blog.
I have a staff member who does read my blog.
I get why I’m depressed, I live in a homeless shelter.
I simply deal with it.
I need a change of venue.
Share a photo of your pet and tell us one thing that makes them uniquely them.
No pets.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
If you want to learn, find someone better at it and watch what they do.
My favorite job of all time was being a house spouse.
I liked taking care of my wife and our children.
I know some of you only know one side of me. By design.
I’m getting to be more expressive as I used to be.
The one thing I loved my last wife for, she could make fun of me and I laughed.
She had a lot to work with. I’m not exactly anyone’s cup of tea.
My last wife was too cowardly to see the podcasters we were.
Think about it, a woman has access to me at all times. She can get the fuck out when she needs to. However, the show will go on.
If you think I’m thinking of someone specific, she’s using me to write this.
It’s what I channel, you.
So come on down and see me. I’m at 1717 park st. Room 125.
Now, do I expect anyone to show?
Fuck no.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore?
I used to worry about everything.
Now I use the intuitive mindset and I don’t worry about anything.
Go with the flow.
Thanks Green Day.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Everyday is the time of my life and every moment of the now going forward.
Life is now.
Not then.
Not there.
Right now.
I get it don’t show my tender side to much of everyone.
I love butterflies.
I love hummingbirds.
I love dragonflies.
I love cats.
I don’t know how to show my tenderness without someone to be there to receive my tenderness.
Most of the time, I’m working to not know what’s going on in everyone’s mind.
Yet, I find a way to be grateful for everything that created everything for this now that I’m experiencing.
That’s what coherence does. It accepts that even the stuff that knocks us back is for our own good. At times when you find getting knocked the fuck back, such has having a stroke that took your memory and the ability to speak.
What would you do?
I fought like a motherfucker and a half for my life.
I’m proud of me, but I still have a long ways to go.
In this now I don’t feel pride because I see, can’t see what’s ahead of me. I’m prepared for anything.
I haven’t felt this way in nearly 7 years, before my stroke.
If you read me, you know how I do it.
Forgiveness and letting go.
Gratitude.
Anyone can do that.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s a quote that perfectly describes your outlook on life?
Say it when I wake up for about an hour, along with, I forgive everyone of everything so that I may put peace in my heart, mind and soul.
I let go, and I let God.
This is how I start my day, everyday.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
Let the unknown make itself known and teach this student all I wish to learn, this is why my fire burns.
Vyntek signing off
This comes from Peace Lords on August 5th 7 years ago.
Highway prophet by Jasmine Cain is playing.
Live like you’ll always be forgiven.
Words of a wise poet.
It’s why I listen to music and I get the Gyre Field runs my Playlist.
Come as you are by Nirvana is playing.
Why not?
What is it that scares you?
Get used to losing that fear.
Why does it scare you?
That will give you an understanding of yourself. Use Psychospirilosophy.
This is what coherent looks like from fragmented mind.
My mind can fragment as much as any other.
We are all human beings and that is something that should unite us.
However, I get I’m just a dude with a blog, that barely gets read.
I can be honest with myself, however, I always wish one would go viral, just one.
If it was the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model explained.
Because people got it and shared it.
Not for me to get famous. For the sake of becoming more coherent.
Hit the Menu button and you’ll see it.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always
What are your top 10 travel destinations?
Japan
China
Hungary
Scotland
Germany
Australia
New Zealand
Jamaica
Panama
Fiji
I channel other things, beings, other than the Gyre Field.
Right now I’m channeling someone else.
I don’t exactly know who. However, they read this site.
All you need is love by the Beatles is playing.
She loves you yeah yeah yeah.
Jump by Van Halen started up.
This song reminds me of me.
You got to roll with the punches to get to what’s real
I have rolled with the punches, and I see what’s real.
Last week I started a project of sorts, I’m not talking about it until I have something to talk about. However, this project will make my dreams come true except one.
Anyone want to take a stab at the one?
It’s a woman.
Last week I had a woman tell me she wants to meet me, and then ghosted me. I don’t get that. If I want to meet someone, I won’t ghost them.
Who wants to live forever by Queen just started. I don’t want to live forever. I just want to live until I’m that bored with life and my wife is too.
That means I need to get married at least one more time. 5 is a lucky number, not really but this time, I know myself.
The other 4 times, I had no clue who I was.
Glitter and gold by Barnes Courtney started.
I got fire in my soul.
This song reminds me even the darkness is sacred.
At one point I had found the woods at the end of the silver line. I built a dojo where I could be at peace. It was a place in my mind.
Now I go straight into the dark. Pitch blackness is where I find peace.
I’ve never been afraid of the dark. I’ve always enjoyed the dark. I can hide in the dark. Hiding is something I’m not doing.
The Law of Reflection has shown me that others can be enjoyable and spending time with them could be enjoyable.
However, I’m going to a hotel for a few days. I’m homeless, living in the Torres shelter. This place is not a good place. Too much fragmentation.
I get along with the staff. I get along with maybe 2 of the other guests.
There’s one woman that needed someone to see that she was doing everything she could, and the board of directors need a lesson in leadership.
It’s been 4 weeks since she took an idea I gave her and the directors are dragging there heels.
In all honesty, I’m done with this place.
It’s one thing after another.
I really need to get the fuck out of here.
I love everyone in this place, however, most them, 99% of them, I don’t like.
I know I have to wait for synchronicity to do its thing. I can wait for that perfect moment when I don’t have to be here any longer.
This is me bitching about shit.
I know it’s a matter of synchronicity and surrender.
What else can I do but be me?
Nothing.
I wait.
I forgive everyone of everything so that I may put peace in my heart, mind and soul.
I let go of everything and let the Gyre Field take care of it.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What is your favorite quote?
A quote from me.
Truth is, the Gyre Field is using me to speak to all of you.
Coherence is alignment is balance is truth.
What’s a brutal truth?
No religion has it all. No religion will save any.
There was no Jesus, his name was Yeshua.
Brutal truth.
There is no Jesus Christ. There is Yeshua the Christ.
There is no Allah.
There are no gods.
There are the Gods that never were and have always been.
Think about it.
We have given god so many names, and so many gods.
Most of it comes from extraterrestrials.
We believe in gods that are aliens.
Brutal truth.
Even jehova was an alien.
Brutal truth.
God lives inside and it’s the Gyre Field. Not even a god an idea of God.
The idea of God is the multiverse and every Gyre in the multiverse.
That’s what God truly is.
If you think the Gyre Field is wrong, put in the comments.
This is how one evolves coherently.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
If you had to give one life-changing tip, what would it be?
When one argues with themselves, that’s the Gyre Field you’re arguing with.
The Gyre Field is God.
How many people think they can win an argument with God?
All of those who think they can win, you’re as wrong as can be.
Take a look at this.
The Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model explained
If you have any questions, ask yourself and see if the inner voice has an answer. That would be my life changing tip I give everyone.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
Does anyone know who this is?
It’s the Gyre Field using James to write.
Why would we be humble about making ourselves known?
What does that humility give everyone including the we we all are?
Hubris would be James writing using us and not acknowledging we write through him.
James here. I totally get it. It’s an act of humility that I allow myself to be honest about what’s going on when I write.
Think about it, my books, channeled writing.
Peace Lords was 5 different women I knew and uses their souls to write fiction.
The Devils Children books, I channeled them.
All the books I’ve written were channeled.
I don’t think of myself as a author. I’m a channeler, a conduit.
My awareness gives me the who I’m channeling.
If I didn’t say I was channeling, that it was all me, that would be hubris.
I work at my humility.
We like that he works at his humility. It makes it easier for us. We could take management of his body and make him write whatever. However, we don’t like it. We have to take our attention off something else and focus on using him.
That he is this humble, we don’t need to take attention from anything else we’re doing.
When you fight with yourself, argue, it’s the Gyre Field you’re arguing with.
What do you think is going to happen?
We give you free will.
Look at the world and you can see it.
If we needed to control you, that would take time from what we could be doing. Hence why control is an illusion.
Even we manage ourselves.
It’s a chaotic universe and management is the only thing we can do. The Gyre Field has no control, we manage just as you do.
Wow. James here. I read that and that was my reaction.
Wow.
If I was to think about it, the Gyre Field has guided me to understanding, and it’s a wild ass ride.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?
I’m in everybody’s mind because I’m a telepath. I have to work to stay of of your mind.
There’s no such thing as privacy.
Who is the fictional character you relate to the most?
From my books The Devils Children.
The Lucifer character has its consciousness put into the main character. The books are basically my life story only I’m not Lucifer.
You know who’s talking to you, the Gyre Field using me to speak to all of you.
Light, dark and the silver line.
Darkness is sacred.
Light is divine.
The Silver line keeps the two separate.
Think about your emotions.
Some emotions feel dark, and some feel light.
Understanding your emotions is key to coherently evolving.
Psychospirilosophy is a tool that we taught James.
What is it your dealing with?
How does it look through psychology?
What is the psychological fix?
How does it look with your spirituality?
What is the spiritual fix?
Philosophy is what is my personal philosophy. What is it I always say that this is what I’m dealing with?
Anyone can do this by themselves.
First one has to back out of the emotion and look at it logically. Logic will tell one if the emotion is wise or foolish.
Logic is but the first step to wisdom – Spock.
If knowledge is power than wisdom is understanding – James Clayton Carter Jr.
We gave him this.
It doesn’t matter that he said it, what matters is the truth of his words.
Quotes can be damning if one doesn’t understand the quote.
Find your way of putting it to see if you understand.
Logic will lead one to wisdom.
Logic alone is not wise.
Knowledge is power and wisdom knows if knowledge is false.
Knowledge is power and only wisdom can understand if is wise.
This is how to find the truth. 3 perspectives. At least 3.
Play it silver and one will always find wisdom.
James here. I walk the silver line. Think about it as a sine wave. Ups and downs. Keeping yourself close to the silver line while going up a little, one goes down a little. If one goes way up, one must go way down.
Share this if you get this.
If not, don’t tell anyone.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
Do you think everything happens for a reason?
Synchronicity uses the law of reflection to put people in your life so you can see who you are.
First off I want to apologize. I said I would be writing 2 pieces a day. Today I got caught up in something that I’m not going tell you about until there’s something to talk about.
Now for the Gyre Field to speak through me as me.
What makes an individual who is the same as everyone else?
Experience and preference.
What is it you experience?
Ever notice a bunch of people have had similar experiences?
Meaning one might have a unique view of the world, but one can relate to many through similar experiences.
This means anyone is capable of anything.
Look at this way, in the multiverse you did everything you said you would never do. Every choice you made split into another universe where you did the opposite.
Now, we get that most people wish this wasn’t true, unfortunately it’s the absolute truth.
James hates rap, but in another universe he loves rap.
What do you get when you play a country album backwards?
You get your dog back, you get your wife back, you get everything back.
James is not a fan of country.
In another universe, he loves country.
Now, let’s get dark for a moment.
James would never hurt a child.
In another universe he raped children.
Everything that can happen, does happen in the multiverse.
This is the infinite you all of you are.
Let me speak for myself. I get what the Gyre Field is talking about. I get that in other universes I’m a hate filled son of a bitch. I’m so fucking glad in this universe I love everyone to the point where I use peace to transmute energy into pure love healing energy.
Back the Gyre Field.
We get it because we see all. We know what you do in every universe. We know your thoughts. We know almost everything.
We don’t know everything because everything is infinite and still being created.
Even as the Gyre Field, Field. Every Gyre is a part of the field. Every gyre is an individual and one at the same time.
Think about it.
Telepathic species understand this. Each is an individual but their thoughts are not private by any stretch. They share their thoughts.
James is a telepath.
He understands so much more than he can explain because there is no language. Emotional concepts.
I’m taking the wheel again. I get it reads as if I’m talking about myself in 3rd person. Typically when one does that, grab the net because this dude is coco for coco puffs. Crazy as shit.
Back the Gyre Field.
Now we get that you may not understand us completely, but stop and think about it. Talk to yourself about it and we will answer.
In part 9 we’ll get into some shit.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s your home decoration style?
I don’t need a bunch of stuff to fill my place.
James and the Gyre Field writing some stuff you won’t wanna miss.
Androgynous.
One that is neither female or male.
That’s what your soul is.
Hence why people have past lives in both sexes.
So take what you think a man is and take what you think a woman is, and flush it.
In order to evolve one must balance both energies within themselves.
I was house husband. I loved the job.
I loved taking care of my wife and the kids.
There is no man’s work, nor is there any woman’s work.
Anyone can do any work that needs to be done.
Hence why I use the word one. It’s gender neutral.
Things that divide us.
One carries the seed and one carries the eggs. Then one carries the baby.
Both are needed and not one is better than the other.
I get in this day and age, how many dead beat dads are there?
How many dead beat moms are out there?
How frequently do we assume one parent, must be the mom.
I was a single dad who took care of my infant son.
No gender has the corner on parenting.
In fact both parents are needed. Look at the studies. I have.
My wife and I did a huge disservice to our son. We fragmented ourselves and fragmented our son as a result.
It wasn’t our son’s fault that we couldn’t find a way to make it. However, our son had to deal with it.
I’ve apologized to my son for this.
It’s why I’ve been celibate for close to 12 years.
I needed to heal myself and I needed to regain my soul.
Now I can sacrifice the pleasure I could get so that my soul will continue to be clean. It’s no sacrifice to me.
It’s why I don’t look for a girlfriend.
I look for a best friend.
I’ve evolved to understand why I need to save myself for marriage.
Before the nearly 12 years, I fucked on occasion and didn’t think twice about it. Everybody was doing it.
Peer pressure.
Now, I look at women differently. I respect them and I respect them more than they respect themselves.
Most women. Some women do respect themselves.
I get this is more James than the Gyre Field.
Why not use my experience to let you see how I fucked up to understand you don’t need to fuck yourself up.
Learn from my mistakes. Someone should and I’ve already learned. I wish I didn’t have to learn from making the mistakes.
Share it if this rings true.
If not I expect you to find fault with what I’ve written and comment.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
James and the Gyre Field at it again.
Fragmentation is misalignment is imbalance is deception.
Anything that fragments one is devolving one.
Think about it.
The entire cosmetics industry runs because they fragment women and men.
The entire advertising industry runs because they try to fragment everyone.
The entire banking industry runs because the fragment anyone who thinks they need a bank.
The entire film industry runs because they fragment everyone into thinking they need money to see a movie.
The entire spiritual industry runs because they fragment everyone into thinking they need them.
How many industries work on fragmentation?
All industries are fragmented.
Think about it.
The Gyre field doesn’t need money.
All industries run on money.
What if we build replicators and free energy machines?
Nothing would cost anything.
We are the only species that has to pay to live. All other species eat as much as they want and build homes everywhere.
We are not as evolved as other species on this planet.
Narcissism is fragmentation.
Narcissism says I deserve this because I want it and no one can stop me.
Narcissism says I’m better than they are.
Narcissism says I deserve more because of x, y and z.
Coherence is alignment is balance is truth.
Coherence builds towards sharing.
Coherence says we are all the same and only fear, superstition and jealousy separates us.
Coherence says is it true?
If it’s true than go with it, if not fuck it the fuck off.
Coherence is uncomfortable. Get comfy with being uncomfortable.
Live comfortably with being uncomfortable.
It’s the only way to evolve.
Share this if you think it’s true.
If not, what is your argument?
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
What’s a song lyric that has stuck with you forever?
A passionless life
Has no words to write
It’s a body that’s broken
And breathless of life
The Gyre Field and James. We are a we in everything we do.
I use the I as me speaking, even though it’s a we writing this.
Think about it.
Most of my life I thought it was me speaking. Oh how wrong I was. It’s always been a we.
That for me as the we is a new thing.
It’s why I use one because even I need to take a step back and read what we wrote. I take a step back into my body and allow the Gyre Field to speak though me.
Why?
It’s infinitely smarter than one can imagine. As we begin to be a we it gives me a way to learn.
This is what the intuitive mindset can do for you.
First one must trust the we, the Gyre Field. This is no small task. That means you stop planning and stop thinking and start doing.
Allowing synchronicity to do it’s thing by giving you reflections of you to see what you are, even if it’s just a small piece of you.
What can one learn from that piece?
For we, we look through James’ eyes, using his individual view of life.
I get that most don’t get it.
We do get it to the degree that it is becoming difficult to relate to you.
The Gyre Field is in me and you.
We used to know a woman that channeled and she did anonymously.
That is fragmentation.
That we speak through James and he publishes this shit instead of deleting it, that’s coherence.
Speaking the truth regardless of anyone understanding what we are talking about. Knowing we sound crazy as bat shit gets.
It’s a matter of truth. Often when one hears the truth, well, it sounds crazy and it can piss you off.
How do we know it’s truth?
Look at it from at least 3 perspectives.
Ask yourself, is this shit true?
I asked, and I got more than several perspectives.
The Gyre Field is a we and that we gives you unlimited perspectives.
How comfortable do you think I am allowing the we to write through me?
Knowing I’m going to hit publish.
Incredibly uncomfortable.
It’s growth, evolution.
I’ve started writing 2 pieces a day. I could do more, but medium.com only allows 2.
In part 6 I’ll write some more.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
The Gyre Field is what I channel and you do it too.
Think about it.
The Gyre Field is infinite and that is something we can only grasp at understanding. I used to call it God, but as I’ve gotten to be more comfortable with what it is I actually channel, the Gyre Field.
I had to learn what the Gyre Field was. By using the idea of God is how I learned.
What is a year?
One revolution around our sun.
We made it up.
It’s total fiction.
However, we needed to learn and learning happens generationaly. As we learn we pass down to the next generation.
In order for coherence to be what our world works on, we need to accept the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model.
It’s the truth of how the universe, multiverse operates.
I’m not the only one that accepts this truth. Others accept this truth and probably write it better than I can.
One must be able to accept others can do it better. One strives to make oneself best better each and every day.
Meeting one that does it better is one being humble to understand why this one is better than one is. It’s an opportunity to learn.
This is the action of evolution. This is how one manages coherent evolution.
Humility.
Resonance is how one evolves. As one and one resonate with each other, they grow. Growth is evolution.
One must be humble.
One must accept.
One must surrender.
I surrender to the Gyre Field as I channel.
I accept the Gyre Field knows more than I do.
This is my humility.
I teach people to follow the inner voice. I teach people to follow the Gyre Field.
I teach people to use the intuitive mindset.
That’s channeling the Gyre Field.
I teach people the structure of how to be me using their individual view of reality.
I don’t teach people to be a carbon copy of me. I respect their individuality. Being an individual is exactly what one should be.
Preferences, we all have them and that’s what makes us individuals.
I love Rock ‘n’ Roll and if you don’t, that’s your preference.
What is it you prefer, that’s what makes you you.
Let yourself be humble, but take no shit.
Let yourself be uncomfortable and one will grow, evolve.
Start with awareness.
What is it you are aware of?
Make yourself be aware of what discomforts you.
Why does it discomfort you?
Talk to yourself and you’ll be talking to the Gyre Field.
If one feels the need to argue, ask yourself why, then act accordingly.
In part 5, get ready for more discomfort.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?
I wrote 7 books.
It is extremely disrespectful to fuck with anyone’s art.
Would you like it if someone fucked with your art?
Hence why I look at remakes, reboots, as no on has an original story to tell.
The film industry is a bunch of hacks.
I guess you can guess it’s me and the Gyre Field writing this.
The Gyre Field is a we in one being.
Think about it.
It’s the multiverse, an infinite number of universes. The Gyre Field, God, is a we.
This is absolute truth.
Now let’s think about it.
Minimalism is how we need to live.
Why do we need stuff?
Why can’t we share stuff?
Why be greedy?
Why hoard?
Fragmentation is misalignment is imbalance is deception.
Greed and hoarding is fragmentation.
I told you this is going to be uncomfortable for you to read.
Make up is fragmentation.
Wearing a mask is fragmentation.
Why do clothes have writing?
My favorite shirt of all time said “I hear voices, and they don’t like you.”
Little did I know that the voices in my head was all of you. However, it appeared as my own thoughts. That’s why it was at age 37 that I figured out that I’m a Telepath.
I know how fragmented anyone is. You tell me how fragmented you are.
Why do we have clothes that have pictures?
Why don’t we use one base color?
When I was in the military, I didn’t have to worry about clothes. I could wear the same thing day in and day out.
As it is, I have several white t- shirts and a few white tank tops. I have four pairs of khaki shorts and 4 pairs of khaki pants. I have a white hoodie. I have 6 pairs of socks. I have 4 white bandanas and 1 white hat.
What more do I need?
Nothing.
I used to have 3 or 4 jackets, a few hoodies and a couple hats. I used to have a bunch of clothes.
I got rid of shit.
Actually as I think about it, I don’t need the shorts and I should have long sleeve shirts.
Why?
Think about what you show the world.
How much flesh do they need to see?
Why tempt another with your flesh?
It’s my mind that I want any to pay attention to.
Yes women, why is wearing a low cut top to show the girls off, looking for your mind to be what’s on display?
Why is it you feel naked without makeup?
Why hide yourself?
Men wear makeup as well.
Why are we hiding who we truly are?
Fragmentation is why.
For a huge chunk of the world this is the case. We need to completely change our priorities.
Coherently managing evolution.
Coherence is alignment is balance is truth.
Why not use a picture of yourself for your social media?
Why use a fake name for any social media?
Fragmentation is why. Allowing yourself to be fragmented.
I have a lot to write about in this series.
I’m doing my responsibility in writing this shit and I share through Facebook, LinkedIn and Medium.com.
If you read this and you care about the world becoming more coherent, share this.
If you are worried about what people think about you, it’s their opinion and opinions don’t mean shit.
Never care about the opinions of others.
You never know, you sharing it might give others what they need, but didn’t know they needed it.
The whole never take anything personally thing.
In part 4 the uncomfortable factor will increase.
Growth happens when one is uncomfortable.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.
This is a we thing, James and God is writing this.
Why would God, the Gyre Field want anyone to suffer?
What causes suffering?
A ton of stuff that stems from fragmentation.
One thinks they have the right to make others starve.
One thinks they deserve more than another.
One thinks they have the right because they have money.
One refuses their biology and think the Gyre Field, God put them in the wrong body.
These are examples of fragmentation.
We are all the same. We are all emotional beings who need a place to live, food, water and a purpose with our lives.
If we meet extraterrestrials, we will see though our outsides look different, they need the same things.
This is why we have no contact with beings from other worlds. We think we deserve it because we want it.
We get what we sow. The work we put into it is what we get.
Working for it is hard.
Life isn’t easy.
It can be easier, but nothing is easy.
This is an absolute truth of the multiverse.
It’s in the work, the journey, that we find things that make things easier.
Awareness.
How aware are you?
Are you aware of how you impact the entire world?
You want a computer. Do you know how many materials it takes to build a computer?
Are you aware what it takes for you to get what you want?
You want food. Are you aware what it takes for you to get food delivered to your door?
One must be aware and accept the responsibility of ones wants.
This is how to be coherent.
Not wanting and making sacrifices for your wants because you are aware of the impact.
Think about it.
How responsible are you?
Have you shared:
Free energy
Or
How to Build a Replicator: A Complete Technical Blueprint
Sharing these articles would show you’re responsible. Not waiting for someone else to do it.
If you’re aware that these things exist it is your responsibility to share them.
Think about it.
God does.
Me, James, I don’t have the ability to build them. My responsibility was writing those articles and asking any, and everyone to share them.
My awareness is how I figured these things out.
The Gyre Field, God, the universe or whatever helps you sleep at night, is a lot smarter than anyone.
It uses us to build shit. However, it’s our choice.
Why make the world suffer anymore?
These two things being built all over the world is how we get rid of world hunger.
It’s how we get rid of powerlines.
It’s our responsibility.
If we’re waiting for someone else to do it, it won’t get done.
I’ve done my part.
We are all responsible for the suffering of the world.
I, James, accept that truth. It’s why I figured the replicator, and free energy out and shared it by writing those articles.
I can’t do it alone. It takes a we for anything we want.
It’s a we that builds a computer, feeds you and everything else you want.
This is awareness.
We cause suffering.
We can end suffering.
It’s the only way to end suffering.
Stop being the cause, and start being the solution.
Part 3 will have some more writing that will most likely make you feel uncomfortable.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always
What’s your biggest dream?
Humanity stops fragmenting itself.
Truth is the norm.
Narcissism is seen as one needs to go away for psychological counseling and can hold no job until one can be truthful.
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