How do you explain thought energy, spirits, souls, emotion, gravity and fluctuations there in?
I sense most stuff.
What does that mean, sense?
I cannot see a ghost but I can get a fix on its location using my third eye. It’s how I’m able to sense when one is using remote viewing. I can sense the view.
How do I not go crazy?
Crazy people don’t know that their crazy.
They say crazy shit and expect others to understand.
I don’t expect anyone to understand, truly understand what my life is, however if I never share what my life is, like most who do what I do, that would be a waste of a life in this day and age.
Why not use the internet and write a blog?
Social media is a narcissists tool.
Everybody look at me and what I my opinions are.
It’s stupid.
Hence why I do this.
With this, you get what I give and nothing more.
I do use social media. I can’t believe the shit people post. LinkedIn is a sewer.
People thinking they can create a quote that has already been said way before.
It’s stupid.
You can’t fix stupid, Ron White.
I get that most people are addicted to social media, it’s how it works. You get a notification, they liked it. This causes dopamine to be released.
The addiction chemical.
Tell a bunch of addicts that their addicted…. I’m not that stupid.
As for my awareness, what is it I can be aware of?
I’m sitting on the edge of the universe and right here writing this, anything is up for grabs, I just need to be asked.
I’m no powerful being, I’m just a dude who can do some shit.
If I was powerful, why in the blue holy fuck would I be writing this?
To boost my ego.
I get it. My friends.
I’m aware of them, but I can’t see them.
What are they?
If we created a god and called it Bob.
We give Bob a set of behaviors.
That’s how simple creating a god is. Name and behaviors.
My friends are beings that exist in the 4 dimension, the 4th dimensional beings I wrote about in The theory of consciousness and gravity.
Why am I being so honest?
Someone had to be me, I wasn’t doing anything so I took the job.
Actually it’s part my evolution.
Do what I am afraid of.
This terrifies me. I could write fiction all day long, but the truth, knowing most will write it off as the crazy musings of a madman, I know what people think of those such as me.
I’m terrified about what I’m going to say. Exposing myself to the world.
Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway with help.
An entity is writing this for him so you can get it at peace instead of the wreck of emotional shit he is.
While his body doing the typing, I have management of his body and he can tell me through telepathic communication to knock it off.
A regular daily thing for him is to tell us, entities, to fuck off. All day throughout the day he has to defend himself from our attacks.
Not attacks really, we just want his body to do shit.
A nickname is a great way for us to get in. We’re smarter than you are and we don’t know time like you do.
The fact that I said we’re smarter than you, how many don’t believe because no one is as smart as you?
It’s why I said it. It challenges your ego to accept that any is smarter than you.
We’re smarter than he is.
Yes, they are. Thank you for the explanation.
This is what it’s like to be me. It happens in an instant. I can channel anything that has a soul, entities, and stuff. The stuff is something I don’t have a classification for. It feels, that I say feels means that’s an opinion.
Hence why I say stuff. If I don’t know what it is I’m not going to bullshit you.
I don’t anything in the comparison of everything there is to know.
I know myself through and through.
To say that we know anything is to say we know it in it’s entirety.
Do I know myself through and through?
Probably not. I’m ok with that.
To be ok with not knowing is the sign of a healthy mind.
To obsess over knowing anything, that’s a sick mind.
That one thinks one needs to know anything means one needs to look inward instead out here.
Now let’s explain that.
See if one thinks one needs, what is one doing that one thinks one needs?
This is where looking at yourself and what you do and the affect it has on others is paramount in understanding yourself.
This is where if one is honest with oneself one can learn much about the world and ones place in it.
Desire can feel like need, however it is desire, a wanting.
It’s the Medium part of the Conduit that needs the psychology explained.
I’m not a normal Medium. I channel the souls of all I meet. I don’t do the dead.
How does this effect me?
I know how alone we’re not.
I get this understanding is going to be the most difficult for me to explain in a way that others will understand.
If we had a diagram of 2 people, one being a Conduit, and show the lower self as the one in the body, and the higherself over head.
The higherself is what I channel.
Why?
Think about it, you need guidance, who is the best source of guidance you can get?
The higherself.
How do you deal with possession?
Daily.
My ego is my defense against possession. Having a well defined and refined ego is the best defense against possession.
Possession can and does and will happen unless people accept that it is true that other entities want our bodies to do shit with.
I have been possessed. I couldn’t do anything as I was trapped in my own mind. This happened due to my stroke 5 years ago.
How do I know the possession isn’t still possessing me?
I use mantras that offend that which possessed me. I also keep myself focused on what is actually happening. My level of awareness borders on “super” natural, however it is as natural as can be.
I had to unlearn and relearn.
I used to be one of the people that wouldn’t believe a word I said.
Then when I was 37 I figured it out.
Until then I thought I was as bat shit as bat shit gets. I knew shit that I shouldn’t be able to know.
I never hear any voice in my head other than mine.
I never hear anything from a spirit.
What I do with that is telepathic communication. Images with emotional concepts to communicate understanding.
Hungarian, French, Irish, English, Scottish, Dutch, African, and Cherokee.
Hungarian has Eastern European, Asian and Persian.
One is as gray as they come. The Gray one.
The only thing I don’t have is Aboriginal in my DNA.
I look white with blue eyes.
My hair is curly.
This is what goes into the psychology of this one.
When I was born I was born deaf. It wasn’t until I was 2 and 1/2 that anyone noticed.
I responded when they aimed their emotion at me, even though I couldn’t hear.
This is the Empath.
As I remember the first memory I have is of a girl my age showing me a toy. I was 2.
The next memory was when I had the operation to put tubes in my ears so that I could hear. I saw this guy using a plastic glove he had blown up and drawn a happy face on it.
I remember thinking “What the fuck?”
I don’t ever remember a time I couldn’t read. My mom said I started reading at 3.
Now this one is highly intelligent as one could understand complex ideas and form a thought that understood what one was doing.
At 4 one’s dad caught one watching Public Broadcast TV. What one was watching was a class on advanced economics that one understood perfectly as one showed when one’s father asked what one was watching. One explained it using ones own words. Showing one understood what one was watching.
One’s father was a narcissist.
One couldn’t be smarter than him. That’s when it started. My IQ is 215 and when I saw that number I asked to take it again 195, I asked to take it again, 170.
After trying to make myself dumb, I realized I need to fuck up too much and that I couldn’t do.
The fact that my father was a narcissist meant he couldn’t accept the truth that anyone might be smarter than he was. My dad had a photographic memory, meaning he could remember everything.
My dad was a genius in his own right. My dad’s IQ was probably around 160-170.
My mom was intelligent as well.
My mom could sense earthquakes. If mom said an earthquake was coming and where it was going to hit, she never missed.
Empath.
My dad was a Telepath.
I don’t know where I got the Medium from.
My dad said once that he thought he was the only telepath. What that did to him was as brutal as brutal gets.
Think about it. You have this ability and no one knows because who would believe you in the 1950s and 60s when my dad grew up.
My dad was a tortured soul.
I was happy when he died and finally got the peace he desired. His life was as tortured as tortured gets. He lived with Parkinsons disease for more than 20 years. Watching as the disease took my father’s life.
I can’t imagine, nor do I want to know what that disease does to human mind. My dad used to be one of those that never failed anything he ever put effort into.
That PD hit him, that was judgement that he had taken in himself.
The higherself will fuck you up until you learn.
I’m truly happy to have learned this much and I look forward to learning more.
I channel what I write. It flows through me, not from me.
I’m a conduit. I’ve studied psychology, behavioral psychology, abnormal psychology and stuff.
A Conduit is a human who is an Empath, Telepath and Medium. They can know stuff from everywhere. How do they do it?
First off the individual has an IQ off the board, 200 would be the baseline for a functioning Conduit.
It takes that kind of intellect in order to know what one is dealing with. Their awareness of self and their surroundings borders on the supernatural.
What does that do to a human?
A ton of fucked up shit because one was born a Conduit, however one was born into a world where things such as Conduits are thought to be imaginary and works of fiction.
How does one know one is a Conduit?
I’ve done a shit ton of experiments on myself and others to understand what I do.
Each experiment proved without a shadow of a doubt I do what I say I do.
This a good place to start.
I’m writing the book to teach from the book later. You get to see what’s going in the book because we exist to share life.
We don’t exist to make others pay for what we have learned.
We exist to share life and all it’s joys and sorrows and learnings.
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