Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Fire's jealous affection








Part of the problem with being an unwitting narrator is words have too much meaning. I’m a child playing with fire, a clown juggling grenades. 

In my rush to communicate these visions to you, know they are part truths. They are the things I saw. But you may see them differently. What I may call death, you may see as a poem. A forest fire leaves the woods more fertile.
                
Know this when you see a leaf in the wind. It may not be as helpless as it seems. 
                 
But this is gibberish; you’ll understand in time.
 
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I’m still in the woods, though the soil has turned moist and fertile. There’s a sweetness in the air. It’s almost erotic. 

Every day I run my car. I use it to charge my battery. I use that to run my computer, lamp, hot plate and whatever other things I need for the day. While the car is running, I often stretch out on the roof and feel the feeble warmth of spring on my face. This brings me so much joy that I can’t bring myself to run the car before the afternoon sun warms the hills. So my mornings consist mostly of cold coffee and oatmeal, cans of uncooked vegetables and leaning into the fire as I read old books and magazines. By late morning restlessness urges me out to go for a walk along the numerous creeks, listening to the groggy exuberance of life waking up from the apocalyptic cold. Partly, I think this routine helps me cherish my evenings of hot food and coffee and access to the Internet via my wireless card. What a gorge of pleasure that is every night.
                
 Winter was a bitch. This cabin is on the electric grid, but I stopped paying about two months ago so they shut it off. It seems most of my waking time since then has been spent writing and providing hospice care for the chronically pathetic fire in my fireplace. I never have enough dry wood, and I’m out of lighter fluid; I live in terror of dousing the poor thing with a soggy log and struggling for another hour-plus to get it re-lit.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

There may be forces preparing. But for what?



The following is an email I received from a reader of Volume I, who is a published expert in dreams and maintains a blog titled groovywriter.com

From: J. DeBord (email address omitted)
To: thomasgrey12@gmail.com
Date: Aug. 13, 2013

What Virgil told you (The Narrator) about the plan to enslave humanity is true, to my knowledge. You could call it "neo-feudalism" where debt is used to enslave people, governments, etc. The plan has been unfolding for centuries but has really kicked into high gear the last few years. Massive underground citieshave been built in the Ozarks as a hiding place for the elite when everyone left on the surface kills each other off or dies from toxic exposure, hunger, etc. I can send you a link to the Ozarks story. The locations have been found and filmed -- the underground cities are as big or bigger than places like Dayton. Jesse Ventura did an episode about the Ozarksconspiracy and obtained film footage of the one of the underground bases. The powers behind the drive to enslave humanity are inter-dimensional. They come from the two dimensions "below" the 3-D / 4-D reality we know as this universe.

The Silver Woman doesn't want you to know is you already have the power to keep her at bay. Laugh at her! She is, when really you think about it, quite ridiculous. I suggest that you learn how to cast a circle of protection and clear your energy field, if you haven't already.

So you (The Narrator) need to find The Warrior. Have you read "King, Magician,Warrior, Lover"? It explains the main archetypes better than anything else I've read. However, what we're talking about is the embodiment or manifestation of the archetype as an entity -- elemental magic. Wow. Well, one clue I can give you is the Warrior's counterpart is the Lover -- you always find them together.

I have some new biographical stories up on groovywriter.com. You'll find them under recent posts. You might be interested in some of my formative experiences.

I've been telling myself lately that I want nothing to do with the madness unfolding in this time-space. I used to think that I could somehow save humanity, but I realize now it was my ego driving me that direction, and it was my ego that cracked under the pressure I placed on myself. A decade of hard drinking banished those notions. But I think I also proved something to myself by writing a couple of books and establishing myself as a sort of wise man for the Indigo generation. I no longer need to prove that I'm "sssssspecial." lol. I am open to playing some sort of positive role though, but my condition is that someone way up the chain has to help us. This whole idea of God leaving us to fight our own battles against inter-dimensional forces makes me sick. If the Creator doesn't love the Creation enough to intervene, fuck it, you know? 

Those are my thoughts for now. When is the second book coming out?

Jason

PS -- It's a really good book!