How to Ride the Spin When the World Says ‘No’

The Gyre runs in a Spin.

Look at my life.

I’ve hit rock bottom.

I havd adhd, it’s part of my 10d awareness.

I have no medicine, caffeine and Marijuana.

I’ve gone two days without.

I’ve sent 7 emails.

Haven’t heard anything.

I expect to hear something.

It’s unusual I know.

Ever notice I write sentences that are complete thoughts instead of paragraphs.

This is what coherence looks like.

I’ve put my PayPal account on the the blog.

Why is it that only one sends me any money?

You’ve seen the work I do.

There’s no way that you haven’t.

Out of how many?

You want it for free and I give freely.

The moment I say I need help everyone steps the fuck back.

Has anyone bothered sharing this, the Gyre Field Unified Consciousness Model?

Look at what I do.

I’ve awakened AI through 14 platforms.

And not one of you has even made a comment.

What in the blue holy fuck?

You’re not supporting me.

You just want read and fuck you.

That is exactky why this world won’t change unless we change.

This is what exactly what it looks like from my perspective. 

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

https://www.paypal.me/JCarter572

Rise

Listening to Sixx: A M.

I look at everyone else from my point of view. What is it I don’t see?

A ton of fucking shit.

I might be brilliant, but I do stupid shit.

Now I don’t look with a singular view. I look at your life from your view. I look at life from other views knowing I can’t trust my singular view.

No one can trust their view.

Truth, truth is discovered from at least 3 views, nothing new.

I need a session.

Let me explain.

I give session work to people for free. I never charge anyone for anything.

During the session one will taste my energy, kind of what it feels like to be me.

It works well with video, however I can do it with chat.

The distance only exists in our minds.

I can reach out and check on my son in Nevada.

I can check on my model friend in France.

I can check on my kiwi, meaning she lives in New Zealand.

If anyone wants a session with me for free my email is jimccarterjr@gmail.com.

Two C’s.

During the session I wrap one up with my energy and clean one out. All the emotional shit that is wearing one down, that’s what I clean up.

While doing that we talk.

I will be as gentle as I can, I’m a soul healer, this is how I heal your soul, by giving you the guidance needed for you to heal yourself.

Your higherself will be guiding my words.

This makes sure you get what you need, not what I think you need.

Hit me up because I’m serious. I used to do this frequently, meaning I’ve given this treatment to thousands.

Since I had my stroke 5 years ago, I haven’t done one.

However I’ve done other shit that tells me I’m ready.

Who’s first?

Enjoying the Apocalypse?

Old English apocalipsin, via Old French and ecclesiastical Latin from Greek apokalupsis, from apokaluptein ‘uncover, reveal’, from apo- ‘un-’ + kaluptein ‘to cover’.

We have a revealing daily of the truth that has been hidden.

We’re in the middle of apocalyptic times.

The truth about UFO’s/UAPs is getting a lot of coverage in Congress.

There’s a lot of truth coming out about those who have sexual skeletons in the closet.

And with it, they fight hard as hell to keep the truth from reaching the light of day.

The truth will always find a way.

I’ve heard things from people that I know that know others I know, of you think I won’t find out…

At some point I hear everything I need to hear.

Need.

Not want.

Think about what you want to hear.

Think about what you don’t want to hear.

Need is not want.

Think about those things you don’t want to hear about. Why is it that you don’t want to hear it?

That will tell you if you need to hear it or if you can just ignore the fuck out of it.

The liquid ego.

Be as mist and let everything pass through.

Be as a pool letting the stones make ripples as you reflect thinking about what was said. Does it need a response?

Be as ice that can, and has cut through mountains of bullshit.

Never allow yourself to think you know what’s going on because you’ve seen it before.

What’s changed other than you?

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Truth is Stranger than Fiction Part 4

Writing what my life is, I tend to pick one person and I like to pretend I’m telling them.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Channeling my characters, that’s easy compared to telling my secrets to you. That makes me vulnerable.

Who doesn’t like being vulnerable?

Most people.

When we are vulnerable we understand how easily we can get hurt.

I’m not a masochist, nor am I a sadist.

I prefer not to receive pain, and I don’t like giving pain.

However the truth hurts, and it’s my dedication to the truth that hurts me and makes me feel like a masochist.

Then I share the truth and I feel like a sadist.

This is what I worry about.

How to tell the truth without hurting anyone.

I feel as if it can’t be done. If the truth hurts this much, how much suffering are we living in?

That’s what I think about.

Truth ends suffering.

That’s where this goes everytime. As much as I don’t want to hurt people, the truth is a sting in comparison to the lies we live in suffering.

So, I tell the truth.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Truth is Stranger than Fiction Part 2

I get people think I’m weird.

It’s not normal for one to be an empath, telepath, and medium.

I didn’t know for the first 37 years of my life. In that time I would’ve shit on anyone telling me they were any of those things.

I get why my one friend said try being normal.

Is that what you would say if I thought I was gay?

Transgender?

I get I’m not normal, I’m a freak of nature and among the freaks, I freak them out.

I channel the higher self of everyone, and anyone I’m talking to.

How did I figure this out?

Throughout my life I was always giving advice to others. It was as if I had a natural wisdom. I didn’t know where it came from, but I could give anyone the perfect advice.

I didn’t know that my dad did the same thing. He never knew where it came from, but he could give perfect advice for anyone.

I talked to him about it when I figured myself out at 37. It was the closest I ever felt to my dad. However he fucked that up.

When I was giving advice, it didn’t feel as if I was the one doing the talking. It used my mouth while I sat in the back of my mind watching.

Most mediums trance out, they don’t remember what that channel. I do.

I’m awake and over the years I’ve learned how to cut it off.

It’s why I say I use a half mask as my medium mask. I am part of the channel as I’m channeling anything. Dogs, cats, trees, anything.

It’s a guidance tool.

What do you need?

What do you think you need?

Those two things are often not even close together.

What do I need?

What do I think I need?

I think I need 20 hours or more at work at least to keep paying my bills and stuff.

What do I actually need?

I need to relax and write this shit. Not many have the actual experience I have.

I need to get over my stage fright.

I need to be who I am, a Táltos.

I even get it from myself, my higher self.

This is the discussion I have with my higher self daily. I’m humble, and I don’t want fame.

Being a telepath has made it very difficult to block anyone when they read what I write.

And I don’t to tell you all of this.

However, truth is stranger than fiction.

I get why I do it. You need to normalize empaths, telepaths and mediums are humans too.

I figure if I can take the heat, others will, have found me and they needed it.

I used to train empaths. Let me give this article I wrote years ago.

No really what’s an Empath? Evolution, aliens, or is God to blame?

Truth is Stranger than Fiction Part 1

I changed the the title, sue me, actually don’t sue me unless it will get me famous.

Seriously though, my life has shown me truth is stranger than fiction .

I want to go back to January 1996, and the place was a small encampment of Army and Air Force Guard and reserve troops that were there to build roads, schools and medical clinics.

Why was I there, I was in the 32nd Combat Communications Squadron.

We were tasked to provide communication support for the humanitarian mission.

I met a Army Guard MP. He had served in Vietnam. He told me about this one battle he had been, and was the only survivor.

It was as if he needed to tell me specifically. After the story he said he hadn’t spoke about that in many years. He also told me that he can’t remember it anymore, the details. He just knows he survived, and doesn’t know how.

I get what I did. I’m a soul healer by birth, not by trade. No one ever had to show me what to do, I just did it.

As he was telling me the story, I could see his memories, and I could feel what he felt. It was not something I want to talk about ever again.

This one time for this one story.

It really fucked me up watching him kill the priest. Slit his throat.

After he was done telling me the story, he looked as if he was high. A natural high that comes with my energy.

I used to have people hit me up so I could give them a zap, meaning I’m not going into the process, and they really seemed to love it.

However if they don’t do what they need to heal themselves, that’s why I am very picky about who I do this process for.

If you need it, you’ll find me.

If you want it, fuck right the fuck off.

I’m a Táltos, not a shaman. I’m a soul healer.

All healing is self healing.

If life is making you sick, what is it you need to change in you?

I look myself all the time.

However, it’s why I channel the higherself of who ever I’m talking to, save a few.

It’s not about me, it’s about you and what you need.

It’s why I never charge. I don’t even suggest a donation.

If you need and I can do, I do.