Grassy Knoll

 'This is not the blog you are looking for.'

We are no loner living in the United States.  Or any nation.  Or any spirituality or religion.  We are no longer living on planet earth.  Only a darklight afterglow of a world party that went bad; waking up on the lawn.  But the sun that came up is a black hole sun.  

I am a shaman and a buddha.  I am a doctor of astrophysics, divinity, and economics.  I am a Nobel laureate, a Pulitzer Prize recipient, a New York Times Bestseller.  And many other recognitions.  I have done a lot of revelationary work in science, religion, spirituality, psychology, medicine and anthropology and economics.  I have written many books and essays and articles and blogs on many things and am highly awarded.  However my work and I have been erased and rewritten.  Also at times an actor.  In a movie about a movie that has no ending.

We are at the end of an epoch.  We are at the end of our civilization. The politicians are actors.  The actors are politicians.  We are actors at work and in our marriages and families and communities.  We are actors even in our spiritualities.  Nothing is real.

Most of the population is gone.  The government doesn't really exist.  The media is fake.  The economy is propped up by someone trying to pretend we still are okay.  Everyone is trying to pretend that everything is okay.  Or partying as much as possible.  We are pretending to be alive.  Or super alive. But this is, at best, super unknown.  But I discovered what is going on.

I discovered that this happens every 5700 or 3600 years as you might understand it.  I discovered a hidden history that spans far beyond what we learned in school.  It includes Atlantis, the annunaki, who we call God, who we call the Devil, aliens--and is mated with a spiritual and social zeitgeist that is actually one huge eyerony and precipice.  We are in the sixth and final epoch and civilization of the annunaki history.  There have been five civilization previous to this one.  Including Atlantis and LeMuria.  Including Mars.  They all ended at this time in cataclysm.  

We were given a choice between a very real astronomical and material and spiritual and sexual heaven--or to get ours.  To get even.  To get back.  To rearrange things the way we want them. To be big fish.  To be kings and queens.  Or princes and princesses.  To be gurus.  To be important.  To get off.  We were going to go to heaven.  But we got high.  Someone came to give us us all these things as we understand it.  But we just tied him up and butchered him for his auro--but really for pyrite.  And for money, quite honestly.  The unbelievable Caledonia.  And ended up undead, drinking blood.  His, our children's, our communities', our nations', our world's, our future incarnations' blood.  Our own flesh and blood.

We have gone around the world to rearrange philosophy and spirituality and history and literature and politics and economics to make this binge--and purge--okay.  We have not taught our children--now adults--well.  Our reincarnated selves as the youth of the nations all of this. To keep getting high.  We are putting planet earth and our souls all in drawing dead.

Now we can't even have children.  We have tried to return to the garden and we sterilized ourselves in every way.  From the way we look to to not being viable to being reborn sickly to sea or land or air insects to perhaps having no body at all.

Its the end of the world as we know it.  Some of us feel fine.  Some of us are in denial.  Some of us are trying to manifest an out.  Some of us are getting everything we can.  Some of us are juicing planet earth for every last drop.

We traded vitality and life for what we thought was divinity and sexual liberation--or for money and power and glory (justice)--and we actually sold our souls.  We are becoming ghosts.  In this zeit. This seit.  "This sight."  Or in the bar.  Or in our den.  Or in Congress; or Parliament; or the Knesset; or the Rabbinit; or the Vatican, or Tibet in India.

And we refuse to acknowledge publicly or to each other or even ourselves much of this that we suspect or now know.

Its the end of the world as we know it.  Some of us feel fine.  Some of us are in denial.  Some of us are trying to manifest an out.  Some of us are tying as many on as we can.  All of us are cutting spiritual deals to get well.

Except someone who loves you very much.  But is blocked from reaching you.  Someone who has been sacrificing himself for you his entire life.  But whose blood is your morning--and midday--and evening--brew.