I’m an empathic amplifier, telepath, medium, and I do other shit.
Shit such as I devour remnants and drain demons and other entities of their energy.
I get most people do not do this, nor could they ever imagine doing it.
It reads like fiction when I’m telling you the truth.
When I write fiction you have an easier time accepting the truth.
If one thinks it’s a lie, fiction, one can handle it if it doesn’t really exist.
Yet when one has it in their face they don’t know how to deal with it.
I’m quite intelligent, a telepath has to be. They have to keep thoughts arranged so to speak. One has to know if the thought is theirs, where it came from, and what can one do about it.
Most of the thoughts people have, I block out. I don’t care about work, or your other shit. I’ve got my own shit to deal with.
I deal with my shit. It’s why I realized I was a telepath when I was 37. Until then I had no clue that all the thoughts weren’t mine.
Then I talked to my dad, he was a telepath. He thought he was the only one.
Then I met others.
I wrote this piece several years ago on various platforms.
It’s a movie that had a dude go undercover to bust bikers. It’s a true story and out 498 arrests they had 2 get off, the rest were convicted.
2 Ghost in the shell, anime.
I watched this in the 90’s. It had me thinking for days and a I rewatched the film several times.
3 Nefarious
Sean Patrick flannery gave an outstanding performance as he allowed the demon to take his place. I can’t prove it, but I’d bet, and I’m not a betting man, I’d bet it was a demon for the roll. I’ve been possessed and I’ve exorcised demons out of people.
4 cabin in the woods
There can’t be a sequel because they earth got destroyed. It was an original take on the cabin in the woods and it was good.
5 clerks 3
The first film Kevin Smith ever made, the rest were just movies.
6 Indiana Jones 5
It was the ending.
7 the last starfighter
I want to be recruited by the star league to fight against Xur and the Kodan armada.
8 star gate
I want to find the real one.
9 star trek motion picture
It was a voyage into voyager as Kirk and crew were finally on the big screen.
10 star wars the original where Guido didn’t shoot at all, he got shot.
I was 3 and this film has shaped my life in ways I can’t even begin to explain without talking for hours.
Playing my stupid game that takes strategy to work the game.
Working with disabled veterans.
Sitting on the porch having a smoke.
When I make something tasty and delightful.
Kona coffee with honey and dark chocolate almond milk.
Sitting in the park.
Playing Frisbee golf with a friend.
Talking with my son.
George Carlin, Richard Pryor, Bill Hicks, Christopher Titus, Lily Tomlin, Lucille Ball, and others
That women exist.
That some have married me. 4
That some have dated me.
When I’m talking with someone and they get that first realization. It’s a beautiful moment to share.
When I have realizations. The universe unfolds before my eyes kind of thing.
Sex. I haven’t had it for 10 years, but I do remember it made me happy.
A milk shake from Big Al’s in Chico California. The only shake you need a spoon to drink it. If you tried drinking it through a straw, your brain would have an aneurysm.
Taking a bike ride through the park.
Rock n Roll
Doing stuff for others.
My nightly routine.
Writing.
When people comment
When my heart Chakra lights up for no apparent reason.
When I get a message from anyone.
Knowing I’m doing my best daily, even though it doesn’t feel like it. Tough to explain, you’d have to on this side to understand.
Knowing I’m blessed in everything I do.
Knowing I teach those who understand, not those who can afford it. I do it for free.
Every day when I wake up, I say, “I woke up today, the rest is gravy.”
Knowing my day will be gravy from the start allows me to be at peace and allow life to inspire joy, or sadness, and anger, depending on what I experience throughout my day.
The idea that I can choose to be happy is ridiculous, meaning worthy of ridicule.
I feel my life authenticly.
I’m not a coward who is afraid of feeling pain, or anger, and sorrow.
I feel it all as my life gives me the experience to feel.
I’m an empathic amplifier. Meaning when a random emotion hits me, it hits hard. It’s why I work at my peace.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose. You know I am.
I’m a telepath. Meaning I don’t read your mind, but I know what you keep secret. I block it out because you deserve to have your thoughts not being read.
I’m an empathic amplifier. I become the “better” version of you, both bad qualities and good.
I channel the higherself for everyone I meet.
I call it being a Conduit.
I’m a conduit for all kinds of energy.
I’m a rarity.
So rare that most people dont think I exist, but i do.
When I want love, I will get love and I will critique you in how well you love me ao you can love me better next time, or there won’t be a next time because you understand that this ludicrous.
That’s what cats are like.
If they don’t want love, it’s all claws and hissing. A cat will fuck you up worse than a dog.
I’ve seen cats pick on dogs.
I truly love cats, all cats, everything in the feline family.
When I wake up I have a habit of saying I woke today, the rest is gravy.
No day is ever promised to anyone of us.
That we wake up, that’s a miracle I’m and of itself..
That’s where gratitude comes from. Being by yourself with no social media.
You have to be grateful without telling a soul.
You can tell people, but if you truly are grateful, it’s a personal thing, and no one knows what you have to be grateful for other than God, the universal consciousness, the big u.
Why tell people?
That’s not being humble. That’s hubris. Meaning if tell everyone on social media how grateful you are, you showing off.
That’s not what spirituality is. That’s the opposite of what spirituality is.
I wake up, and I say, “I woke up today, and the rest is gravy.”
No day is a given. We should be grateful simply to be alive.
Complications are the “devils” tool.
Metaphor.
Think about your life and what you think is complicated.
I’ll do my life.
Nothing is complicated until we make it needlessly so.
I see so many needless complications in every society.
This is how I start my day.
I have a smoke with two hits of weed, or hash, or keef. This helps me calm down after I wake up.
It takes me an hour to wake up and shake off the shit I took on while I slept.
I’m an empath, and this is part of my self care.
Then breakfast. Egg and two sausage. I cook.
I cook the sausage then I add some butter for the egg, that has milk,Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder, Paprika, Himalayan salt, rosemary, and Turmeric.
You can’t say you eat anything that is good for you unless you know what’s in it.
Then, I pace and sit and wonder while I go about my day.
If I need to go to the store, I walk. I use my bag that slings across my back.
Or, if I don’t need the bag, I carry whatever it is in my hands.
I let my life determine my work out.
At work, I’ll mop and do laundry, and do dishes or whatever else these veterans need me to do.
I let my life determine my work out.
I don’t need to worry about my weight, I eat sensibly and avoid sugar mist the time.
I don’t drink because alcohol destroys the brain and pickles the body.
I do drink coffee, 3 cups a day. I use honey, and dark chocolate almond milk.
I do this because I have ADHD. Coffee helps me focus, and the dark chocolate helps with emotional balancing.
Every part if my day i work at being at peace.
I forgive everyone of everything throughout the day every day.
This is how I build peace within myself.
At night I smoke and I put 4-6 hits of only weed so I can sleep.
I have ADHD. If I don’t smoke weed, I get 3 hours of broken sleep a day, and I usually will be up for a day and half through the full moon.
Tonight, I talked to a human being on the cusp of greatness.
I’ve done this with many. Most fail.
The few that make it, well, they are some of the greatest human beings I’ve ever had the honor to serve.
Being a Táltos is not easy. However, I make it look easy. That takes a fuck ton of work I do on myself so that people do get my best.
As an empath, I have choices daily.
I have a friend, my best friend, he takes care of his mom, and his son has autism.
My friend watched me go through hell, and now I see him going through the same kind of hell.
My friend understands what I went through taking care of my dad until he died.
I haven’t seen him since we went and saw a reggae show a couple months ago.
I get what stress he deals with daily.
I took the stress for him for a day as we hung out. We went and played Frisbee golf, and then we did what we normally do.
It was a great day, one of my best.
Here’s what’s going on with Skyla/Hera.
She knows Solomon/Zeus but doesn’t like him. However, she feels the pull to him, and she knows she loves him truly, no matter how pissed off he can get her.
I like relatships where we fought like cats and dogs, toxic relationships.
I think I can find a way for Zeus, and Hera’s arguments will not be so much fighting, as an actual point by point argument.
Here’s going to be the challenge that I’ve already accepted and the message self destructed.
I need to build arguments that you have seen before.
That’s a tall ass motherfuckin order and a half.
Now, we have narcissistic intent.
All that’s needed now is the right mix of crippling self-doubt.
I’ve read that the Hungarians were nomads that came from the Ural mountains.
If one can find another land that nomads won’t ever give up, nice try.
Hungarians have been conquered more than most. Because they have no qualms with marrying their captors, they have Asian, Persian, and Eastern European.
It actually is. I touched on this with Zeus in his first journal.
The part of the brain that controls the fight or flight response has changed to a neutral but cautious response.
Look at your kids or kids in general. One out of ten will have this as their response.
We are evolving, and we are in the middle of a genetic jump forward.
As I wrote in an article a few years ago.
Empaths, telepaths, are what we are turning into.
I’m an empath, and a telepath. My dad was a telepath, my mom was a strong empathic amplifier.
My dad thought he was the only one. That’s a hard secret to keep to oneself.
I had to tell everyone, knowing it would be years before anyone would understand.
Years I’ve dealt with ridicule from people.
Years.
I didn’t do it for anything.
I did it because I knew what it felt like to not know that you’re an empath, or a telepath, or a medium. looking and searching and finding the worst empaths have to offer.
I, like others, took a stand everywhere i stood for every empath, telpath, and medium.
I did it in front of 500,000 people on LinkedIns biggest group.
I’ve taken ridicule that most would be in tears over. And I did it with ot a single in my eye.
I worked to help people understand what was going on and why I one can stop it.
It’s evolution.
That’s why.
I do it for those who need it. Know you’re not alone.
It’s against my nature to tell what good deeds I did today.
Let your good deeds be done in secret.
One should never boast about one’s good deeds.
Doesn’t matter how you say it, it’s true, damn true.
Now that I got that out of the way, my day was nothing but good deeds all day.
It started with a friend who needed to go to Walmart. My friend is a disabled Navy veteran.
I borrowed my roommates car, an Audi. The same make and model my friend used to drive.
We went to Walmart and the scooters we’re being charged. So I pushed my friend through Walmart for about an hour.
Then we went and got Chinese food. My favorite.
I love my friend, and I got to make him happy today.
Then, right after I got home, a friend of mine FaceTimed me, and we spent a good hour talking.
My friend is an author as well. We shared writing tips, and I shared with him the last book I ever read by Pete Conrad, THE SUICIDE FLOWERS, you can find it on Amazon.
Pete has no clue that I’m doing this. That’s the secret to this good deed.
I love my friend, and I love Pete Conrad.
Then I wrote part 4 of Zues and His Daughters. I wrote it before I wrote this.
It’s kind of my daily thing.
I used to write 6 articles daily.
I may not go that bat shit, but I can write a motherfuck ton.
Thought energy has no mass. Therefore, it can’t be touched by gravity.
Our thoughts, everyone in the universe’s thoughts, go out nearly instantaneously across the universe in an orb.
As we gain experience we gain new understanding. We think we had an original thought, nothing could be further from the truth.
This is where the ego fucks us up.
We think we had an original thought. Yet the thought has been across the universe many times.
This is why quotes are moronic.
If you can say it your own way, that means you get it.
If you can put in your own words, it means you understand.
It’s the ego that fucks us up.
We think we sound smart because we used a quote. Nothing could be further from the truth.
This is where we are our own worst enemy.
The idea of killing the ego, well, that leads to possession. I understand because I killed my ego and rebuilt it as part of my Medium training.
Once one has killed ones ego, one has killed oneself, and other beings can take over the body. A simple name change is all it takes for anything to use us.
I’m James Clayton Carter Jr.
I go by Jim.
Jim is the name of my Medium mask.
This is how simple it is for anyone to get possessed.
I’ve done exorcisms, many. Most of what you see in film, that’s for our benefit, so we think that’s what happens.
These things have a tremendous amount of patience. Waiting for years and years is no big thing at all for them.
One could never even know one was possessed.
I know, I’ve been possessed most of life.
Think about it, if one who has the experience is telling you, then I know what I’m talking about.
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?
This will take a while, so get comfy, I’ve got a story to tell you about the last book I ever read and why.
It was more than 15 years ago that I met Pete Conrad, he wrote the Suicide Flowers, the book, and the script.
When I met Pete, I was using the name The Movie Whore. I wrote a film blog.
I’ve been using WordPress for close to 20 years.
Pete had an interview with Bruce Campbell, Evil Dead, the original, Ash vs The Evil Dead, that guy. I was a fan of B.C. I used to go to his website frequently.
I put the interview up, and Pete and I became friends.
He sent me an autographed copy of The Suicide Flowers. I read it and fell in love with his work.
The story centered around a rock star nearing the end. He does this publicity thing to meet a dude who has luekimia. He was a fan.
Throughout the book one can see it was a tale of personal strife.
Pete’s cousins are Robert and Michael Cummings, better known as Rob Zombie and Spider from Powerman 5000.
Rob has zero contact with his family. He doesn’t even talk to his brother. Talks to his parents, and that’s about it.
Now, this was more than 15 years ago. Things may have changed.
Once I read the book, I started editing the script. I became Pete’s editor. No pay, but I loved what I did.
Now, we were working to get this thing made, the script.
We went down to Hollywood. I saw the Great Kali, wrestler, and I got to meet Spider.
There was some shit that happened that was my responsibility, well, we had this dinner.
After dinner I was standing outside the place next to The Troubadour, a rock bar. I was smoking a cigarette and Spider was telling me about this thing he and Pete were going to.
Then I said I’m from Chico, and Spider got animated as fuck.
Told me how he almost died in Chico. I’m a telepath, I knew the moment he said it, what the punch line was.
I was an ass to him. I’ve apologized many times.
This story is why I never read another book unless I was editing for Pete. Then I wrote my own books and I had a wonderful mentor.
Thank you for everything Pete Conrad, know you’re loved by many. Know you’re blessed and be excellent to prove it.
I’m high school, I used to pick up a buddy on the way to school, and it was way out of my way. The guy reminded me of it a couple years ago.
When a buddy was having trouble with his wife, I told him what he needed to hear, not what he wanted to hear. They’re still married. This happened more than 15 years ago.
I gave my roommate some crystals to help him out. He’s an empath.
The thing is, a true friend does this and more. They think about what their friend needs first and foremost.
This is why intelligent people don’t have many friends.
I have 2 or 3 that i see regularly, and they give me what I give.
That was when I was 6 years old. I figured me and the neighbor kids could wash cars for money.
Then I got a paper route when I was 13. Kids these days have no paper routes.
I remember folding newspapers,putting them in my bag. Putting the bag on my 12 speed that had the curve bars. That’s a bike for those who don’t know.
Then I worked for my dad doing drywall. I was 14.
Then I got a couple of yards I could mow at 16.
Then, when I was 17, I went into the Air Force.
After I got out,I bounced a couple of jobs before I started working at ITI Marteting services.
That’s when I got 3 promotions by the time I was 23 and I was a manager. I had 350 people and 12 supervisors who reported to me.
Then I moved, and I started working at Ray’s Video, and I loved that job. I was 24
Then I really wanted to see the phantom menace, and I got a second job at the El Rey in Chico. I hate the phantom menace after watching it a few hundred times.
I’m 49, I’m not even close to being finished.
I worked at Sears and Kmart at the same time when I was 25.
Then I went to united Healthcare. Stayed until I was 28. That’s when I got the opportunity to redesign the operating model for customer service.
From what I hear, it works so well, it’s what everyone uses who works in customer service everywhere.
Then I moved and went to work for T-Mobile.
Then, when I was 31, I moved again, and i started working for a company that went into places that had fire and water damage.
Then I got married and was a house spouse. That was my favorite job of all time.
I don’t get why women complain about taking care of their family. It was easy.
While doing the house spouse thing, I had a few jobs foe extra cash. Toys R Us, cab driver, night manager for a cab company, and Klean Kanteen, where I designed the operating model for the quality department and wrote the SOP guide, and wrote a ton of SOPs.
Then my dad had parkisons and I took care of him for the last 7 years of his life.
Then I worked as a security guard.
Then I have this job, home care aide.
I take care of disabled veterans. That’s the job I’m proud of.
I get to go to a disabled veterans home and do whatever they need done.
At that moment I had a vision. God said he was sorry for what my life would be, but that I would understand at some point.
When I was 14, I had my baptism.
We did the baptizing at Sycamore pool in Chico, California. That’s where the city cemented a portion of Chico Creek, and they call it a pool.
The Church, Calvary Chapel, had a potluck at the park, and we did services at the park.
I was last in line. I watched as everyone in line got a short prayer and then a dunk.
Then, when Sam Allen got to me, he got possessed by the Holy Spirit.
He started praying that I was going to do great things for God and what a great man I was going to be.
It embarrassed the holy living shit out of me at 14.
Then he dunked me.
Then everyone that was at the park, in Chico, and I’m not sure how far they saw it. A cloud that looked like a man standing could be seen by all but me.
People kept pointing to it, and all I could see was blue skies.
From what I get from God, the universal consciousness, you call it whatever works for you, what they saw that I couldn’t see, came from me. That’s why I couldn’t see it.
The pot luck, they never ran out of food. They ran out of desserts, but the main line, never ran out of food.
It’s really weird that this is my life.
It reads like fiction. Truth is stranger than any fiction. I write fictional books, that’s how I know.
Even I think it’s weird, who has this as part of their life story, seriously.
After the baptism, my life went on and I didn’t like going to church because if we were to act as Jesus did,preach the sinners in any way that will get them to listen, why go to church?
However, I never thought that, but that’s what my higher self was doing through me.
I never knew I was a Táltos until around 37, I’m 49 now.
Now I understand what God meant that at one point I would understand.
This is the day that I understand my life and why I have to live it.
As any have read previously, I do spirituality, not religion.
Religion tells you what to think about everything, but they don’t have the tools for the modern age.
Keeping us slaves to the religion.
Spirituality asks questions because it’s more concerned with understanding than knowledge.
If knowledge is power, then wisdom is understanding.
It takes understanding the knowledge to know if it is false and knowledge that is false harms your soul.
Knowledge without understanding is a 4yr old with a gun. Not good idea.
If one wants to get away from religion and walk into spirituality, ask questions about your religion and you will find your spirituality.
Or
I let go of everything.
Say it until you do it.
That’s how to connect to your higher self.
Don’t be surprised if you start talking to yourself, that’s your higher self speaking through you.
Two weeks ago, a dog attacked my electric scooter, and I biffed it hard.
Everyone has injuries, broken bones, or not.
The fact that we heal from the inside is what I find interesting. Doctors really don’t do shit. They might give us some shit. However, it’s our bodies that do the healing.
All healing is self-healing. Even the Shaman that cured cancer. All he did was allow the person to heal themselves by using a plant to break through the barriers of resistance in their mind.
All healing is self-healing.
I’m a soul healer, one of the best. I don’t need to be the best. However, I work my ass off daily to make sure I can be counted among the best.
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