Life on Mars – Inspired by Harry Potter

Life on Mars Revision 5 with OT4

Book cover by Andy Duong – an aspiring graphic artist

 

I have a real treat for my regular visitors. New faces should be equally charmed. My “short stories” section is rarely contributed to so I feel another entry has been long overdue. As an extended essay, the full version populates thirty pages of large font text – not quite enough to be classed as a “book”, but big enough to develop layered themes. At least nine separate edits saw several months invested in the finished article.

Though the expressive content is nothing like any of JK Rowling’s novels heralding the supernatural hero Harry Potter, it is as equally inventive and very “British” in character. I also had a school chum of the exact same name and the lead character is based on his memory. Here is the opening, background and suspense development section. Enticed readers will be advised of “next steps” to continue on to the exciting bits. So, without further ado here is:

Life on Mars (inspired by Harry Potter)

This tale was told over a cold winter fire. Flickering light, sweet cocoa and blackened marshmallows etched the background. We were cocooned in a swirling blackness. No tree, hill or impasse could be separated from the throbbing void. Our narrator would transport us to a brave new world of the most mystical kind. Was it truth or just fantasy? It is hard to believe but this is the saga of Steve.

By all accounts the manuscript had been the only possession of a deceased medium that had travelled the seven seas. The parchment had been cursed by witches, blessed by the Papacy and nearly eaten by a remote dragon. DigitalMysticalMikeAstropatiaWe were not sure whether that was the Asian Komodo variety or some strange, exotic creature from a mythical past. Either way, the precious work had survived and now was our narrator’s prized possession. An ominous hand written message in blood red featured on the front page:

“If only they would hear me. It is though my life has been reduced to a giant dream. I walk in dazed slumber and lie with eyes wide open riveted on…something. That fateful journey changed everything. Why oh why did it happen to me?”

 

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Chipping Norton is an average English village situated somewhere near the historic city of Oxford. We had a pond and a green and lots of quaint old houses; some dating back to the fourteenth century. This was not the place for anything unusual to happen. Every day was an average day with matching weather. In the cold season the weather turned bad. When the hot season bothered to make an appearance some nicer days sought refuge as fond memories. We, like everyone else, enjoyed ice cream, pizza and popular television shows.

If there was a difference, it was only because we were English and naturally upheld the age old tradition of cream scones for tea on weekends. Our semblance of a cricket team had to combine with other local villages to complete a line-up. The mighty Thwackers played at Abingdon town oval on Sundays in the summertime.

The atmosphere at the village was always jovial. One general store and no public house ensured placid, cordial interactions with little ado about nothing. People would meet on the way to, back from or in the store. Kids occasionally amassed on the green or terrorised the ducks and frogs on the pond.

Our house was typical for the location. It had an expansive thatched roof and was reputedly constructed in 1512. Grounds were large so investment in a metal detector had produced eighty four coins and three bolts. There was also a cellar basement area which smelt rather dank. With it came a permanently musty odour. The metal detector picked up nothing but I felt sure there was a fortune buried somewhere.

Our sun came down and went up, days turned into months, months’ years and people eventually became old and grey. Occasional rumours or minor dramas interrupted the criss-cross circles of peoples’ lives. Nothing I had heard was remotely television worthy. As for our house, well there was me, my little sis and mum and dad, of course. I’d dropped out of university. It wasn’t for me. My plan was to make some money and travel, catch some excitement; see things that would never be seen at Chipping Norton village.

I did have a trade of sorts to fall back on as I had always been good at building things. Fortunately the local mechanic needed an offsider so I put my heart and soul into fixing machines. It is difficult to know if that is why “the event” happened. I have been racking my brains as to why they picked me, why I was chosen. Did I have any special skills? Was I of the right temperament? Could genetics have been the reason? They never told me. Well, actually, they did not tell me much. After meeting them, I realise how we like to talk.

One day, I stayed late at the workshop. This was not unusual in itself. I rarely went home at the correct time. What was there to do in Chipping Norton village? Some of my friends used to head off for Abington town, but I was not an avid boozer. In fact, I rarely partook of alcohol. All the fun I needed was at the workshop. That fateful evening I noticed a strange light shimmering in the courtyard. Perhaps “light” is the wrong word. Maybe iridescence better described it; whatever it was. A glowing blue-white gave a ghostly effect, but it was not ultra-violet. Like a poor fool, I ignored the hue and carried on with my work. Why did I not flee from there as fast and as far as my vehicle would take me?

“Why oh why?”

 

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The fire crackled cheerily. Every now and again a slightly louder snap or pop gave the atmosphere vitality. The whiff of seasoned wood burning seemed like incense; almost medicinal.

We had finished all the marshmallows, drunk the hot, sweet cocoa. A nice bed of embers radiated extra warm. Around us was a thick soupy black that just kept closing in. Were it not for our lustrous fire we would have been swallowed up whole and indeterminate from the void. The saga of Steve was far from over. Our narrator paused, cleared his breath and continued.

 

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Chipping Norton village had been the centre of attention two weeks before. A boisterous arts and crafts fair had passed through. It was a colourful troop that included mystics, spiritualists and even genuine gypsies. Apparently some had international reputations. One of the locals learned that our village had been cursed for its role in the inquisition, but no one really took any notice. This had come from a strange foreign woman who carried a crystal ball in a small, battered, leather suitcase. Other than that, the lead up to “the event” had shown no irregularities, no suggestions; no insight as to what was to happen. Indeed things had been more normal than normal.

I looked at my watch. Save the mysterious light, it was almost dark. I could barely make out the hour. Nine o’clock! “Well, time for a cup of tea,” I thought.

Then, an almighty crack!

What was that? It sounded like a large tree had just been felled. The ground vibrated. Not being the inquisitive type, I carried on to the small kitchenette where there was a kettle, small stove and all the essentials for tea making. Poking up on one of the shelves was even half a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. I picked up a small plate, the biscuits and placed them on the side table. The kettle had already started to hiss. That was quick. I had only just switched it on.

Outside a fog began to appear, slowly but distinctly. It was the rolling sort that shimmered in the mysterious luminance.

To the left of the kitchenette was mounted an electric wall clock. The second hand usually went “clack, clack, clack” stridently. It was so loud, in quiet moments it could be heard in the workshop.

Silence

Nothing; no hissing, no clacking, just silence. It was as though time had stood still. It’s funny, but it took a few moments for the serenity to sink in. I am sitting there, trying to read a pamphlet in the half light. So absorbed, I almost missed it; the moment time stood still. When it came to me, when I realised, it was too late. “The event” was already happening; so fast, I can barely recount.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a cleft or, at least, I thought that is what it was. The wall to my right side seemed to just open up. First a chink of that mysterious light seeped out, slowly oozing towards me like sticky treacle. The fissure widened to a shaft and then there was just light; blinding, throbbing light.

 

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Our narrator cleared his throat again. “Can someone throw some more wood on the fire? It’s dying low.” He then rummaged in his backpack and produced a tired wooden pipe and a pouch of smoking tobacco. Clearing his throat, once more, for good measure, he proceeded to fill up the bowl, meticulously evening out any odd strand of tobacco. “You like smoking that pipe, sir?” said one of his group obscured by an orange tinted blackish fog made from the combination of the fire and the pressing outer elements.

A vague nod and silence

“Um, now where was I?”

To our left a large bat skipped by. Out of nowhere, silhouetted against the darkness it shocked the be-jeepers out of us. “What was that?” screamed one of our brethren.

“Don’t worry Alan”

The narrator pensively scanned the lack of horizon hoping to make something out of nothing, then lowered his head and began reading again.

 

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How to finish a fine read?

I hope you all enjoyed that. If you wish to continue the full read is for sale less than the price of a BigMac ™. It will not give you heartburn and you can read it over and over. My friends at Book Tango have kindly acted as sales agents for various e-book versions. It is listed on the (Penguin Books) Book Country website here.

Testing content on a number of friends, a couple felt it was ideal as a reading tool to encourage our modern youth. It is not too long, keeps the reader engaged (even in the boring bits) and there is a “payoff” (oh boy, is there just!). In fact the only criticism was; where’s part two? So, I would be most appreciative if you would all raise awareness of the tale on social media networks, even if you chose not to read on yourselves. That isn’t too much to ask is it? Harry Potter would approve.

Though the story can be purchased through Book Tango and Amazon, it is now also available as part of a bundle, including a wonderful audio presentation by myself. Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-–-Part-1-2010You will find a PayPal link and simple instructions on what to do here.

Depending on the desire of wanton readerships as expressed by numbers completing the first part of Life on Mars (inspired by Harry Potter), other parts will follow ultimately preparing more serious readers for my next large book, “A New World Order”. This, in light of the constant requests for it to be so, may be produced in print. But that is for a future time beyond the control or whims of our beloved Harry Potter.

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Denial and Apathy Will Restrict and Ultimately Halt Human Ascension

Internationally, I have not set the world on fire – yet! Nevertheless I am expanding my range through journalistic relationships with the Global Freedom Movement (See http://globalfreedommovement.org/), Conscious Life News (See http://consciouslifenews.com/) and other platforms.

Locally, in specific circles, I am known as the “Draco man”. For those not in the know, Draco (See http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/draco) is a pet name given to a group of hidden ghoulish entities that manifest as reptilians, giant bats and werewolves. Before readers entirely switch off; there has been serious consideration given to this field by respected names, such as Sol Luckman’s (See http://www.phoenixregenetics.org/books/potentiate-your-dna) dedication to the removal of malignant Jinn (plural of Genie). Indeed there is a whole movement devoted to our bodies’ electro-magnetic energy fields (See http://www.barbarabrennan.com/), sometimes called Chakras or Meridians. For those that specialise, known experts of repute cover the Draco’s manifest forms and character traits. Notably David Icke, James Bartley and even the great Simon Parkes (See http://simonparkes.wix.com/home) conjure decidedly negative imagery (See http://www.whale.to/b/bartley3.html), even when they are trying to be positive. This is where I, largely, differ (See https://exopolitician.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/on-from-peter-maxwell-slattery/).

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Thus I have collected plenty of wilful critics over time. The main reason I have critics is because I strip everything back to its raw essence, not humbly as a reincarnated Prophet, but rather as an agitator that creates booming, unappreciated tonal waves. Naturally the information I serve up both contradicts and conflicts with existing, sometimes long established, belief systems (See https://ozziethinker.wordpress.com/2014/07/24/beliefs-and-ufos/). If I had a divine purpose in life, it would be to test and expose rogue belief systems. The problem with that mission is just about all belief systems are maligned in some way, as shown in my reference link. Even the great, late black comedian George Carlin (See http://georgecarlin.com/) was not always right, but he is the one that has come closest to “raw” that I have found. To be clear, I can’t say I go out of my way to mimic George, but I find his mindset so refreshing, if he set the standards humanity might just make it. Internationally, I have not set the world on fire – yet! Locally, in specific circles, I am known as the “Draco man”. There are plenty of critics, of course, but I will explain why later.

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This is the problem with humanity, currently. Beginning at very early ages, people build invisible igloos around themselves and these act as impermeable filters against anything that contradicts current belief “status-quo”. Charismatic individuals or well-placed proverbs can chip away some of the igloo’s veneer, but real change will only come from extended, prolonged periods of systemic, honest inner assessment (a form of meditation). But the real problem is the perceived lack of respect of anyone outside the igloo. Everyone, without exception, that I have encountered believes they are individually special. And to be brutally frank, to be individually special, means they are better than everyone else. However, for anyone that is sincere about individual specialness, venturing outside the igloo to make direct one-on-one comparisons is the only way, on balance, to demonstrate who shines. Instead (safely ensconced in their icy cubicles), by dismissing competition, “specialness” is immortalised.

stock_photo_indexI don’t dispute some may well worship a sports star, love a great musician or become inspired by a brilliant scientist. So an Olympian can lap a pool in thirty seconds when regular folks would take ten minutes, but they only swim faster. Clearly they are better technicians than ordinary people but, by that vein, are not supernatural. The same can be said about footballers, mathematicians, doctors and so on. Social luminaries rarely challenge the threshold of individual specialness and when they do, they are never heard of again. “Challenge” is a great word (See http://theleanthinker.com/2012/08/25/the-power-of-challenge/). People feel safe around celebrities because they are not challenged by them.

Now, if someone came along who was able to turn a swimming pool’s watery contents into ice simply using thought; that would be moving into the paranormal (See http://www.pbs.org/mythsandheroes/myths_four_shangrila.html)? That would threaten the generalised “specialness” of the individual; particularly as being special is the belief system’s way of affirming a sole connection to the divine (See http://www.collective-evolution.com/2013/12/15/theres-an-organ-in-your-brain-which-seats-your-soul-meet-your-pineal-gland/). In other words, no matter what anyone else thinks or does and, within reasonable limits, no matter how the individual behaves, his or her relationship with the divine will always make them special. Thus, when I come along and say I can read energy fields and can see, not guess, what you are made of and, more importantly, where you came from, audiences become very sceptical. hqdefaultThat is because scepticism is the igloo’s primary defence against ideas that attack the status-quo (See https://books.google.com.au/books?id=y6id6WOsuG4C&pg=RA1-PA64&lpg=RA1-PA64&dq=scepticism+defense+mechanism&source=bl&ots=HFcuAMI9ih&sig=MVzSdDyVZMTrh5IJakRhp44B1WU&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CCcQ6AEwAWoVChMIt-XZvrCOxwIVQyumCh1sfwCk#v=onepage&q=scepticism%20defense%20mechanism&f=false). The status-quo, in this case, is the unimpeached specialness of the individual. Therefore, the only ones that have shown any interest in my paranormal abilities are those that share them. To add to the intrigue, people are, with scant exception, faithless. I wonder, for instance, whether the visually blind truly believe there is colour. How could they believe in something they have never seen?

Focusing on the root of the problem, there happens to be a common set of conditions that have formed a manifesto loosely called “materialism” (See http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/materialism). The primo basic tenet of this philosophy is; if it can be measured (physical) it exists. Expanding (and detracting at the same time) Newton’s record, modern day materialists presume that which cannot be measured does not exist. Or, to put it another way:

“The theory or belief that nothing exists except matter and its movements and modifications”

Is this God?

Is this God?

A branch of the study called pragmatism, materialism has three distinct versions: reductionism, atheism and scepticism. Reductionism acts as the communal igloo for modern science-thinkers (is that an oxymoron?). Great powers of the like of Richard Dawkins espouse that the most effective science recording method is predicative. Therefore, just about all his work is concluded before data is collected or analysis of detail begins. His science becomes divinely inspirational as all findings that contradict the plan are either ignored or rejected and that which affirms the plan makes it stronger. Ultimately, mantras back wisdom (sic) that is beyond challenge, or so he believes.

Regularly I meet people that claim they are Jews, Catholics. Muslims and so on, but always the pragmatic (can I say “Pharisaic” [See http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pharisaic]?) Religions. These people commonly shrink from “inner faith” based doctrines, such as the Kabbalah or Buddhism or Taoism, for instance. Regardless of individual claims, all are atheists. Prayer is conditional venting to a fantasy father-figure. God-Loves-Me-Just-as-I-Am-Rainbow-Pride-Heart-173x150Thus, worshipers are faithless. Their only remote connection to the divine is in the form of that specialness (I mentioned earlier) individuals cultivate from synthetic belief systems. I guess that is why there is so much scepticism in God – because belief systems that support the divine are knowingly false. Similar to predicative reductionism, dogmatic religions lay out road maps for “faith” (control) that must not be questioned by obedient followers (See https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/out-the-darkness/201412/dogmatic-and-spiritual-religion). Followers, in reality, are nothing more than slavish robots. Without faith there is no belief and these religious “subscribers” are also nothing more than atheists who “pose” via associations with political clubs. Readers must never lose sight of the fact that politics is the “affairs of people” (after the Greek). Religions that manage the affairs of the people are political orders/parties in all but name.

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Science has learnt variations in testing methods will show different data sets and, more often than not, see dissimilar conclusive results emerging. I can give my own simple example. Many years ago I engaged a pointless study occupying an idle mind. lucky-craps-dice-poker-cards-old-horseshoe-american-west-legend-antique-game-rolling-out-chance-number-seven-vintage-37741352The experiment consisted of me, two balanced white dice with black dots and a kitchen table. The first two rolls produced what craps players’ term as “snake eyes” (or “double” ones). I could have shut down the experiment there and then. Conclusions would have shown “balanced dice will always produce snake eyes when rolled on an level table”. Instead I continued, tediously, and rolled the dice a further 9,998 times. The data, surprisingly, showed that certain roll combinations were much more common or uncommon than others defying (materialist) statistical probability.

Was that reflective of me and my technique? The sceptic, whose fanatical belief in the correctness of empirical probability tables, might request a sample of 100,000 rolls to offset the error. If anomalies were consistent (or, in greater likelihood, “changed”), then the sample might be extended to a million rolls and so on until desired probability outcomes were demonstrated. My point is sceptics are merely determined to be right and will use whatever means that sanctify ambitions of correctness. If the dice sample required only thirty six rolls to map a perfect probability curve, the illusion is complete. Pressing on with another million spins might defeat sanctified propaganda dressed as evidence. Therefore, a classic sceptic ploy of these wilful deceivers is not to continually review “deemed proven” data. How can mankind possibly ascend if truth is perpetually rigged to further the ambitions of the chosen few?

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Returning to my enigmatic title “Draco man” (See http://exopolitician.wordpress.com), I have been known to prompt educated criticisms of the ilk of “What an earth is this twit talking about?” from time to time. “Name calling” is a typical defamation tactic used by those determined augment “order”. Sadly the same sorry “Pharisaic aligned” crews are the offenders – reductionists, atheists and sceptics. In fairness to them, and let’s make no bones about it, the Draco technically don’t exist. So, in truth, on one level there is nothing to talk about because we are moving into energetic domains (those electro-magnetic fields I touched on earlier). Certainly from the science-reductionist authority, it would be hard to explain the Draco effectively. However, as this “ties in” with man’s ascension, I cannot avoid it. Indeed, the event or stage process is referring to an energetic shift of man which is so significant it may even impact our atomic structure.

Materialism might be a modern day concept, but overriding philosophies stretch back to the dawn of time and it can be seen in some of the earliest surviving evidence of critical thinking (See http://www.criticalthinking.org/pages/a-brief-history-of-the-idea-of-critical-thinking/408). Without acknowledgement of the extra-dimensional, it is impossible to discuss the Draco professionally. aristotleSuffice to say, mostly (perhaps with the exception of “echoes of Plato”) the Greek greats did not discuss things that go bump in the night (See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Things_That_Go_Bump_in_the_Night). Aristotle’s plan for the universe (See http://www.atnf.csiro.au/outreach/education/senior/cosmicengine/classicalastronomy.html), perhaps unfairly interpreted, ensured that a flat, cuboid hollow Earth was at the centre of everything and powered by the sun. Incendiary stars were nothing other than twinkling (crystalline) “prisms”. The moon, according to Aristotle, was evidence of the divide which marked the boundary for celestial domains of heavenly refuge. How long, be it adapted many times, was that blueprint for existence current? 2000 years? How would he have reacted to the Draco “concept”? Ironically, as I explain in my book “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” (Look it up on Amazon or make a donation at https://ozziethinker.wordpress.com/about – and sceptics, please, please don’t buy it as the text will only give you a “beliefs embolism”), in some ways, bizarrely, Aristotle’s most unlikely opinions (given modern science-propaganda) were correct.

Whilst on the subject of my books, as a prolific writer, there are going to be a number of volumes. Number two of the series is provisionally titled, “A New World Order”. This is in the throes of completion, but the following one, “The Birth of Hu-man-ity” will discuss human origins in relation to the Draco and Annunaki’s hierarchical management of our genetics. And this is very pertinent to discussions regarding our ascension as any [genetic] change will be directly reflective of the mechanisms that activate or deactivate DNA programming. In this case, plausibly, “mechanisms” may refer to that strange being some call “God’ (not meaning to offend the atheists). limbicAccording to my calculations modern Caucasian humans are Version Seven of a heritage that stretches back billions of years (See http://www.ancient-origins.net/unexplained-phenomena/28-billion-year-old-spheres-found-south-africa-how-were-they-made-002018). Theoretically we are a new version of Ciakar (See http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sumer_anunnaki/reptiles/reptiles84.htm and note the reference to Tyrannosaurus Rex. It is important) and, as such, are a combination of branches of what we call “man” and “reptilian”. To make things even more confusing (sometimes even I empathise with the materialists at times!), reptilians only “look like” reptiles, and in the case of the Draco-Ciakar; are closer aligned to feline character traits. There are pretty much no references I can offer as basis, although Simon Parkes does hint at this in some of his early AMMACH (See http://podcaststorage.weebly.com/ammach-files) interviews. Thus, the little that has been written in consideration of this phenomenon must be viewed as flawed from conception. If there was any material evidence that confirmed reptilian qualities of modern humans, it would be found in diligent analysis of our limbic system.

The Draco (split into Pteroid “dogs” and Ciakar “cats”. See http://www.exopaedia.org/Lizzies for additional information) mostly exist in domains beyond our appreciation of light frequencies. Indeed, their atomic makeup has transcended “carbon” status which means, in this case, they cannot usually be seen or even experienced by “normal methods”, affirming materialist sentiment. The ones that are material or can manifest are extremely adept at staying hidden. It should be no surprise as individual IQ’s of these creatures are beyond science comprehension. Additionally, they are aided by advanced technologies that will sufficiently cloak those desirous of invisibility (See http://www.hyperstealth.com/Quantum-Stealth/). Occasional blurry photos or films do emerge of reptilian entities usually focused on poorly lit caves (perhaps entrances to inner Earth domains?).

As to be expected, when a new photographic sighting does make the rounds, there are invariably hoards of angry, ignorant, foul mouthed sceptics gunning to ravage any sensibility. Attacks are often so well-orchestrated (and often very personal), it is as if armies of mercenaries are routinely employed to destabilise reason (See http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/j.1467-856X.2012.00509.x/abstract). Though it will seem too far-fetched for even rudimentary consideration, very advanced Draco networks monitor every single human thought transaction and have the power to intervene and disrupt communications when necessary (See http://in5d.com/inner-earth-dracos-and-the-false-light-campaign/). This is done by manipulating the very same thing that Aristotle was talking about and it’s all in my book! (See https://ozziethinker.wordpress.com/about)

Give me your cash, coz' I look after number one!

Give me your cash, coz’ I look after number one!

When looking at true human character traits, we are very like Ciakars. Our fundamental objective, as individuals, is to self-serve. No better is this validated than by the phrase “look after number one”. With the occasional exception of responsibilities accepted through bloodline (family) ties, all personal relationships are guided by self-gratification; friendships and marriages included. f20e15cbe3eba51e4844de20e002c81aAt the point any union ceases to gratify and is free of vested interests, it is over. The most prized versions of gratification are “greed based”. Thus, love-free partnerships (marriages) will continue indefinitely while both parties are being gratified. Lust versus money is the commonest type of trading exchange. Greed motivated dependence is not necessarily financial. Emotional support is also highly prized. Humans are naturally parasitic and form liaisons, in part, to improve self-esteem through determined hierarchical progression up the peer group ladder. Complex and sometimes convoluted reasoning motivates this self-serving and closed minded denial of true character. Effectively, in the same way we accentuate our compassionate individuality, we have more or less obscured any possibility of rational psychoanalysis of self. In fairness to humanity, Ciakars are much more extreme in their gradations towards magnetic social pulses. Thus, in their societies, there is always one set of laws for “those in the circle” (family, friends, meaningful alliances) which are variations of “higher virtue” and a different set of values for “strangers” outside. Even so Ciakar laws are draconian and so are ours.

When looking at true human character traits, we are very like Ciakars. Our fundamental objective, as individuals, is to self-serve. GIOTTO_AscensionNo better is this validated than by the phrase “look after number one”. With the occasional exception of responsibilities accepted through bloodline (family) ties, all personal relationships are guided by self-gratification; friendships and marriages included. At the point any union ceases to gratify and is free of vested interests, it is over. The most prized versions of gratification are “greed based”. Thus, love-free partnerships (marriages) will continue indefinitely while both parties are being gratified. Lust versus money is the commonest type of trading exchange. Greed motivated dependence is not necessarily financial. Emotional support is also highly prized. Humans are naturally parasitic and form liaisons, in part, to improve self-esteem through determined hierarchical progression up the peer group ladder. Complex and sometimes convoluted reasoning motivates this self-serving and closed minded denial of true character. Effectively, in the same way we accentuate our compassionate individuality, we have more or less obscured any possibility of rational psychoanalysis of self. In fairness to humanity, Ciakars are much more extreme in their gradations towards magnetic social pulses. the_ascension_by_jimmulvaney-d5yqj73Thus, in their societies, there is always one set of laws for “those in the circle” (family, friends, meaningful alliances) which are variations of “higher virtue” and a different set of values for “strangers” outside. Even so Ciakar laws are draconian and so are ours.

The opposite of gratification is inconvenience or, dare I say it, sacrifice (i.e. if you were gratified by an experience in any way, you have not made a sacrifice). Visible fronts of “reverse parasites” are the only possible remedies to change the current direction or course of the human condition. This would require sufficient numbers of selfless individuals supporting for support’s sake – no agendas, no double motives and no crafty strategies to tip the balance on deceitful, contradictory social standards. If enough would simply lovingly help, humanity would stand a chance at ascension providing most are swayed into some kind of cooperative, affirmative action.

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A few years ago I had a conference with “Pleiadian” Light Beings (See http://indigointernational.org/who-are-the-pleiadians/) via an intermediary. They told me many things about our fractious past and why we had reached this point [in time] in the way we did. However, the most relevant and insightful observation was their opinion that Karmic reincarnation was “more or less dead” now. Surely this must be wrong? Without it man, as a being, has no purpose whatsoever. It is high time for us to declare war on denial and apathy.