Time: The Great Quandry

51gTKHWX+cL._SX332_BO1,204,203,200_Recently I offered a completely-unseen-before excerpt of my now print-friendly book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” (See https://exopolitician.wordpress.com/about/) to Global Freedom Movement (See http://globalfreedommovement.org/) subscribers. So, I thought, in the spirit of illumination, Ozzie Thinker bloggers might appreciate the information.

Feedback from my Fans

It is only a short book (under 20,000 words), but, within, texts compress wisdom of great power; some Ideas so transcendental in nature they are not of this Earth. These are no ordinary writings. Up-and-coming American musician, Andy Duong (See http://www.chronicgenius.com/Main.html), reached out and donated for his copy. Secretly (he told me later) he thought I was just another one of those “know-it-all’s” and bought the book merely to pull it apart. However, after reading it, his sentiment changed.

I went ahead and read your book last night. Very powerful stuff. Lots of odd connections were made [leading up to donating for your book]. Your content was challenging, empowering at times […] and a little disturbing […] because of the materialism [criticisms]. […] It is an excellent book. I want to read it again [in a much slower and thought provoking fashion].” AD

Another fan is somebody rather closer to home. You all should know him by now. Brendan D Murphy’s donation didn’t break any records, but as an Australian luminary, I would have probably given him a copy, if pressed. His feedback can be reduced to a single short sentence:

It was just like my book.” BDM

9781452507118_COVER_FQA.inddThat is the greatest compliment anyone could have given me. There’s a little bit of Narcissus (See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_%28mythology%29) in all of us. Trust me “The Grand Illusion” is Brendan’s baby. For him to place my book of equal status is, well, I have already said it, the greatest compliment anyone could give.

As I had already released a preview in “Is Science Illusory”, I had planned to tempt donators with the “Preface” (See https://ozziethinker.wordpress.com/2015/01/04/introduction-to-dimensions-deceptions-demons/), but after some stern words of caution from my American fan, I have decided to take a different tack.

[The Preface is] too anti-materialism, only harping on the negative. Your book [on the other hand] is mostly positive and undeniably uplifting – an immensely deep, profound read.” AD

A Fresh Approach

I need a different tack because I am disappointed. Any normal person would have presumed that a small, but robustly vocal following would have amounted to numerous, doting donators eager for an enlightenment download. Not so, I’m afraid. It is as if, with all that “cute talk” about it, next to no one is interested in having existence explained. They take sanctity in the shark infested dark waters of ignorance.

Fewer than 100 copies have been dispatched including giveaways. What a sorry outcome for a year’s perspiration devoted to genius? You guys can make a difference. You can turn things around and give ignorance a hiding. Before I roll out the big guns and eye candy to tip those teetering on the brink, I can say, wholeheartedly, that I have listened [to critics]. Jesting aside, honestly I would be so appreciative if everyone ran with this ball, not only donating but also tenaciously spreading the good news on personal networks. Oh boy, that would make me happy.

People said to me, “We don’t like no e-books {the double negative seemed to figure here]. So I have created a version that will print as 24 pages of unadulterated, lovingly crafted text (you can even toss the preface and lose 2 more pages). There is no point in “publishing it” because, in light of its size, that would be overkill. The way publishing works, as Brendan will tell you, is it’s not the size that counts. Therefore, the price of producing 20,000 words is about the same as a 200,000 word edition! Crazy, I know, but that’s the business.

A Pretty Face is the Best Anonymous Fan

MsXopPbgAimee Devlin, given her proximity to Brendan, I’m pretty sure has probably read “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”. She hasn’t given any direct feedback, but I know she would have loved it even if posthumously. Even though her mind would match the average professor’s, they say “eye candy” sells, so it gives me a chance to show off the face of a pretty anonymous fan.

Let’s be honest, when all said and done, it is the blessed text that should promote the book. latestThat’s what people are donating for. So, without further ado, I have selected a never-seen-before (with the exception of the various donors) snippet aimed at knocking the sooks off. The problem with this, for anyone that saw the relevant hilarious Big Bang Theory episode (See https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikO4vBwNHWk) with Sheldon trying to select the perfect birthday gift for his girlfriend (another Aimee [Amy], as it happens), is judgement is largely determined by taste or “one person’s perfume is another’s poison”. Even so, if Mayim Bialik counted as a fan that would really give me a boost.

Profound wisdom from Ozzie Thinker

…All dimensions consist of up to four simple elements; pulses, force fields, waves and frequencies. Similar symmetry is found in cosmic code. The Genome Project has identified a variation (or symptom) of DNA that consists of four chemical elements which, in correct combination, can create anything. There is nothing beyond the power of creation.

indie-rock-musician-wallpaper-3-2-s-307x512A big part of the creation process is perception. Indeed, without perception nothing would exist. Yes, I have heard all those Zen-style arguments about trees falling in unimagined woods which have not been witnessed. However, if there was no perception, existence would not exist because there would be no awareness of it. Perception is a cooperation of existence and awareness. In the case of human beings, the cooperation is selective. We are all surrounded by extra-dimensional entities all the time, but the majority [of us] cannot see due to limited [which is also arguably flawed through limitation] perception. Our perception is designed to make sense of our reality. In fact, more so that reality is our “sense”. Considering my earlier introduction of the mysterious False Matrix, this opens the door to the probability of external influences manipulating how [our] vision is rationalised. A constant electronic mass Media stream shaping opinions to ensure conditioning is the ultimate way of securing imperfection. The False Matrix is a hidden, much more subtle and vastly superior version. Because we rely on our sense of reality, instinctively, we are more likely to block than accept change and this adds to the vile assault on human will, the discovery tour and, as a consequence, balanced investigation. Many would go so far as denying or attacking change for change’s sake in order to preserve their reality. As no single voice plagues society with its exclusive brand of mediocrity, our paradigm can be extended to clashes of culture. Muslims want a Muslim world and defy those that stand in their path. Strict homosexuals, as a variation, might concede bi-sexuality in order to preserve their social acceptability and respectability.

Self-expression invariably relies on cultivating many voices combined as the monotonous chiming “royal we”. The group transcends the self and the art of propaganda belies imagining a group identity even if it does not exist. The pinnacle of Globalist exploit is being conducted to the tune of xenophobic Zionism. This is something that goes way beyond Judaism and is certainly no expression of faith. In fact, the reverse is true. Zionism, unsurprisingly, is an apex of exo-politics. The same pretend factions, visible and invisible, have precipitated proxy order of differing brands through the ages. They fabricated history to censor comprehension. Courtesy of the anthropomorphic field that governs how we react to the astral plane (giant highway that comprises all dimensions and timelines), it is impossible to suppress the truth. Parties to the deceit with clear vision have but three options. They can ridicule that which contradicts their fantasy using terminal props supported by corrupt academics. When that ruse fails, it is then only possible to censor, lose or forget key transgressions against the tyranny that holds power. Finally, only assault and death will bury voices that pierce totalitarianism. History needed to be painstakingly rewritten to cover the tracks of those that lead. The most critical misdemeanour has been the erasure of the true origins (note plural) of man. Chapter two, “The Birth of Hu-man-ity and its Practical Implications”, will redeem conscientious readers. Truth has been in front of your noses all along. “Vision” is all that was ever required.

Existence is much more complex than humanity and its mainstream science supposes. I have explained why the academic community, guided by reductionist/materialist peer groups, cannot or will not comprehend value added existence in the preceding paragraphs. Now I shall attempt to decode the greatest secret of all. It is important to start by saying that though we rationalise time as linear, it is anything but. In fact there is an attractive magnetic force which acts as an unseen guide, something I call blueprint time in other writings. As we shall learn blueprint time is not likely limited to a single print. The same way a prolific painter maps out his latest grand masterpiece, so too are cornerstone events etched into blueprint time. These act as anchors that, in many ways, puncture the fabric that connects dimensional realities. Time itself is series of static scenarios which might appear in chronological order should the experiencer rationalise them that way. Perhaps rationalise is the wrong word. We attach or pin ourselves to each new scenario in an order we call chronological. From this rationalisation of what we generally call “reality”, blueprint time runs in the reverse direction. In other words it starts at the end and finishes at the beginning as scenarios needed to be prepared for attachment in chronological order. Attachments are presented as “menus” that reflect the choices a user faces for any given moment. In its “raw state”, time consists of a hotch-potch of unordered scenarios, thus going forwards or backwards is either the illusion for the experiencer or the determination of the planner. Remembering our earlier gateaux analogy, time is the ingredients randomly arranged, blueprint time is the recipe, and linear existence the cake.

Are you all intrigued?

animal-farm1I think that sample is incomplete and enticing enough to summon brave truth seekers. But, maybe freedom is actually “change without revision”? That would mean we can review the same old worn out theories re-dressed as “new truths” for perseverance of liberty. That, in context, of course, would mean “new freedom” is precisely the same as old slavery; as George Orwell so aptly expressed in “Animal Farm” (See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_Farm). For me, freedom begins with clarity of purpose, cosmic laws and comprehension of the divine. That is why I cannot understand why people haven’t scaled glacial peaks to access fundamental truths.

Really, once again, it boils down to change with or without revision. Those that see value in revision should donate for my book without hesitation. Our remaining, inquisitive inept[s], fearful of detachment from the safety of “the system”; you need to take a walk on the wild side. The worst that could happen is you become more certain of the beliefs you already have.

You’ve convinced us. Where the hell do we donate?

You can seek the book out on Book Tango or Amazon, but due to its larger font size, printing will be a nightmare. Alternatively, and preferably, donations are welcome here (https://exopolitician.wordpress.com/about/ or https://ozziethinker.wordpress.com/about).

Stop press!!! I now also teach concert piano (skype sessions would be possible for overseas students, but check out my Youtube channel first: see https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbBepuuJ6jPDSDfzX69bTfg) and regularly perform here (See http://www.amateurperformers.com.au/) (It’s only $5 entrance to cover nibbles and drinks – everyone’s welcome).


Devilish New Year Aspirations

Christmas is over and though I aim to make this upbeat, anarchistic semi-satire, I cannot help feeling a pang of what if? This may be a bit early for the New Year, but I am hoping readers are given enough time to reflect for sincere resolutions. My next post will be released very soon and those eagerly waiting to read my book, “Dimensions, Deceptions and Demons” will have the opportunity of contributing for the first section.

How does Mr Scrooge compare with you?

How does Mr Scrooge compare with you?

My gracious donators did not relieve my pressing personal problems, but that would take a magician or three. They did, however, save humanity. For it was their selfless acts that showed me there must be others, lurking, shy of the attention and the responsibility. Sadly both donators were agents of the hoard of global bloggers I visit. These tireless writers contribute enough. It is so sad that none of the wallflowers could stump up anything that amounts to more than gawping. (You all have a second chance to show yourselvesscroll down)

Observant visitors will notice a sparkling new section of recommended bloggers (assuming admins has figured how to set it up). Look up. One of the links is a brand new exo-political resource with the mission of keeping the corporate “disclosure movement” honest. Bigalow Corporation recently hijacked MUFON and all its assets reducing the organisation to little more than a “propaganda machine”.

Turkey anyone?

Turkey anyone?

As for other websites, PPJ is a blog I highly rate being a tireless front against political corruption, the erosion of reasonable constitutional values, poor treatment of horses, aged care malpractice, our withering precious environment and so on. Peter Schreiner visits so regularly he is our resident poet (strictly vegan, as much as I try to convince him turkey is ok at Christmas, thanksgiving). Though I am not absolutely sure he exists in the flesh, a transcendental mind of the calibre of Jon Rappoport should be welcome anywhere and everywhere.

Alright, enough of the boring stuff. It’s time to focus on cam girls again. As I recommended in the post A Perverse Intermission, every decent student of psychology should ogle at cam girls at least two hours a day. The sacrifice we students of truth make! Those that have braved this treacherous pursuit will agree that volumes of girls, invariably well painted, of different sizes and shapes attempt to lose articles of clothing, slowly. It is interesting but some as young as 25 call themselves “mature”, usually, I confess, when they are overly proportioned. Conversely other women have given themselves the title Lolita and variations. One was not a day younger than 32, I swear. If my memory serves me correctly, the Israelites have a better slang word for lolita. This is “hebe” and means “the stage at which a girl blossoms into womanhood”; presumably age 12-15.

When all clothes are discarded, they do more things; far, far more risqué in some case. There is a mystery. At least one use of the title “virgin” has been noted, after the Madonna, maybe? Framing flickering video portals are robust group chat consoles that display members “nicks” by order of rank. Queues of would be tippers are perched like penguins on the precipice of an ice stack. Aimless and disrespectful chatters bark incessant commands at their virtual forlorn maidens. Eventually one of those teetering Spheniscidae titans’ “slips” and dumps a small pile of cash into a bucket on the floor. And so the clothes do shed…..

The epitaph of commerce; death of miser Scrooge

The epitaph of commerce; death of miser Scrooge

I like to give and feel historical details of my acts of philanthropy might inspire other givers (give is the opposite of take, for those that aren’t sure) to follow suit. A very small sample begins at age eight when I “found” $20 and gave it to my father. It took him seven years to pay the money back and dividends had trebled with interest (mum made sure of that!). Until I was 25, acts of generosity were always pinned on the expectation of repayment or reciprocation. Then something magical happened. I lived in a shared house (who could afford anything else at that age?) and one of my housemates had had a falling out with the landlord. He had nowhere to go and nothing to go with. I gave him 300 pounds sterling because I knew he needed enough to survive for a month. That was the equivalent of 1000 pounds today. It was a gift and I did not want or expect any return favour. That was my way of cleansing the world and it felt good; really good.

Tiny Tim; a beautiful, vital disabled human being

Tiny Tim; a beautiful, vital disabled human being

In the same year, I gave nine hundred pounds sterling to a workmate, because at the company I worked a customer had tipped me generously for doing a good job. Though I expected some form of reciprocation, none was forthcoming and I did not really care. Along this well-travelled path I have rarely given to charity and do my upmost to avoid contributing to government. As a Global non-citizen it would be hypocritical of me to do so. The bulk of my acts of unconditional giving have been directed at South East Asia. In total I have devoted what would amount to a small house over the years, never in “penny” sums, always something significant; useable. You know what? I would do it all again, given the opportunity. More recently, in these times of dire straits, I have still usually managed to find the $2 or $4 “tax deductable” (she produces a hand printed slip) amount to support the lady that stands outside my corporate supermarket representing local intellectually disabled people.

Don’t those with superior intelligence have a calling to support those that fall short of the requirement?

I don't "look" hungry

I don’t “look” hungry

This Christmas I had to shuffle by, head hung in shame. I had not done enough even to raise $2.

Come for some HONEY

Come for some HONEY

Things must be tough for everyone this year. My local online casino has managed to call me or text eight times in three days, including a courtesy contact on Christmas Day. What a nice bunch of guys! Back in 2011 I took advantage of a UK online casino offer, invested $70 and turned it into $2,200. After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, dark threats of lawyers, lengthy extended correspondences, they eventually coughed up. My next attempt was not so lucky. $50 saw non-payment of $2,500 from a listed rogue casino. I did find this resource to assist recreational gamers. Fundamentalist Puritans assert that gambling is wrong, yet turning an irrelevant amount into a relevant one is enough to save a situation or even a life. Therefore, I am all for limited gambling in the right circumstances.

Online prostitution, gambling, charity (oh yes, those online donations too) are all forms of commerce managed by Judaism (Puritanism is a version). This is not what Judaism was, but what it has become. Every single government of the world creates laws that are built on tenets of Pharisaic principle. No one is “free”, other cultures notwithstanding. Pharisaic principle ensures that only the fit survive, no one has the right to life, money is God and to offer unconditional support is sacrilege. Ancient Judaic doctrine preceded the Torah (aspects can be evidenced in parts of the Talmud, which now consists of 6,000 pages whittled down from an original 30,000, and the Bible, also severely “downsized”). That is why the Pharisees always conflicted with the Sadducees. These have been replaced by Republicans and Democrats. Jesus was unaffiliated, an “independent”. Gracious Jews face the wrath of anti-Semitism. Though, incessant whining is showing anti-Semitic indoctrination is slowly but surely losing friends. Even people in high places are beginning to rebel. So worried are the Zionist elite, they are giving away a book to Puritan congregations instructing them how to think.

I know you all feel strongly about not giving to strangers; but what happens when strangers give to you?

Look he's legless, but not drunk or high

Look he’s legless, but not drunk or high

On my travels, I regularly meet people that don’t give to charities “out of principle” (although I have never been able to ascertain what that principle is – greed?). Let us think the unthinkable and discover the clock turned forward sees you homeless; yes YOU. Are you going to turn down charity “out of principle”? Every time you have some personal misfortune, can and does no one help? Of course, I am not referring to relationships built on trade; those Judaic commerce principles, such as agreed bloodline reciprocation and “tit for tat” friendships. Our reality is chaotic mob rule manipulated to induce reactionary governance with alternative (often unrelated) agendas that are sold by faux Medias and corrupt hacks posing as journalists that are not worthy of darts of phlegm. Everything, in this reality, is geared to aiding and abetting a rigged trading mechanism. Trading machinations are nothing more than manipulated “poker” auctions. No fixed prices here, just fixing. Did you ever think what it might be like to be homeless; not “drug addled” homeless, REAL HOMELESS?

A Happy New Year is one of resolution

Without “home truths” there can be no hope for resolution. I read a post about the “traitor for exposing the truth” Bradley Manning, PPJ kindly supplied. What government thought about their armed forces could have been more clearly illustrated than the series of events that led to the torching of a war veteran’s makeshift “tent city” pitched in protest at the US Capitol, Washington in 1932. World War One home comers had been offered riches by government and given fire. Was shining McArthur unsupported in his attack? Surely the National Guard assisted in dispensing the wrath of commerce against the “national threat”. A hero one day shall become a traitor the next.

I ask conscientious readers whether they know why Nagasaki was nuked to “supposedly” end World War Two. In the 1920’s and 1930’s this Japanese nest of islands was a popular rest and recreation stop for people of all classes. It was known for beautiful colours and beautiful women (an earlier version of our “cam girls”), both in generous supply. Your Pharisaic masters “cleansed” Nagasaki for two reasons. Firstly, they love to purge “sin” (as expressed by the St Augustine tradition emphasising the letters of St Paul) available to plebeian classes. Secondly, they were determined that branded slaves (citizens) would not go “absent without leave” (AWOL) after the fun (war, death and attrition) was over.

Decent slaves would never be homeless

Real homeless people don't have to look "nasty"

Real homeless people don’t have to look “nasty”

That takes us full circle because, conscientious readers, the greatest sin and dereliction of duty is to be homeless. You see, all homeless people have dialled out of the system. Because it became clear in the 1960’s that populations were growing too fast for “commerce” (rigged trade) to support them (as slaves), they turned out all but for the most dangerous mentally ill people onto the streets. After the (many veterans) “skid row” experiment, they also welcome alcoholics and, more recent, drug addicts to huddle street corners in plain sight. It was designed to stigmatise homelessness. Decent people were brainwashed, unable to see it for what it was. What do YOU see today?

To conclude and, once again, referring to the wise Jon Rappoport who has been tirelessly crusading against the joint Monsanto, FDA and “health foods industry” front attempting to turn everything natural into GMO. The good news for the elite is there will be non-GMObillionaire foods” a-plenty. The debate is being conducted on arguments determining whether retailers should bother labelling GMO infected foods. Partisan commercial stakeholders have levelled the rhetoric on pure commerce with sentiment like “Non GMO foods will see a marketing advantage for those committed to labelling their products”. The cost of labelling will be prohibitive opening the doors for billionaire foods.

This satisfies the food control blueprint established as per the 1971-75 25 year plans (valid for millennia) with contributing illustrious think-tanks such as David Rockefeller’s own Trilateral Commission (founded 1973). Soylent Green (1973) adequately expressed their wishes, with ignorant, cannibalistic peoples crammed into dusty markets overlaying a culture of euthanasia. We don’t want a world full of useless old eaters. The price of a jar of untainted strawberry jam was $200 (that’s $4000 in today’s money). That’s the plan. What’s the action?

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Our Anunaki masters tried to wipe out humans because of our “incessant chatter” and [assumed] inaction. Humans, generally, do remind me of something…

A "committee" of gobbling turkeys

A “committee” of gobbling turkeys