MAGAts Are Idiots

 MAGAts are disgusting creatures. They are not known to be bright. They are very dim, actually their bulbs are completely burned out.

 

MAGAts hate brown people. Trump and his regime hate brown people. Trump promised the MAGAts that he would get rid of "those illegals." Those "illegal immigrants. Reading between the lines he meant to say Latinos. He accused "those illegals" of draining the system of its social benefits. This infuriated the MAGAts. In their eyes, if Trump would get rid of "those illegals" there would be more of these social benefits for themselves.  MAGAts were envisioning larger freebie checks. They voted for Trump in droves.

WTF did the MAGAts believe? Did they believe Trump cared about them? Evidently they did, and there are many left-over MAGAts who still believe he cares for them. They never took notice that when Trump was elected he had a meeting with American oligarchs, not with the American people. He had a meeting with CEOs of large, well known, US based international businesses, not with the common MAGAts that voted for him. Trump was more interested in reaching agreements with the oligarchs. No town meetings with the MAGAts to further hear their concerns. Trump was finished with them. He got what he wanted; their vote. Once he got what he wanted the MAGAts went to the back burner. Just keep them there until needed again.

And if Trump can really have it his way he will never have any need for his MAGAts again. He had already told them that all he wanted was their vote. The MAGAts didn't read between the lines. They didn't understand that he doesn't care about them. He told them he just wanted their votes, never did he say that he cared for them. And he has shown it. He has taken away various types of public assistance from everyone including his MAGAts. Now the MAGAts that thought they would get larger freebie checks are finding out that Trump is taking benefits from them too.

 He had already told them that if they voted for him they would never have to vote again. The MAGAts didn't read between the lines. He meant what he said. He wants to do away with voting. He wants to do away with Democracy. He wants an oligarchy where he and his cronies are at the top and control everything and the masses are just their subjects, never allowed to vote again.

The MAGAts never saw this coming. They are idiots, filled with hate. They hate brown people and they voted for Trump because he shares that same hate with them. But little did they know that Trumps is full of hate. Not only does he hate brown people, he hates his opponents regardless of their color. He already told the world. He told the world that he hates his opponents. His MAGAts haven't realized this yet, but he hates them too.

WTF did the MAGAts expect? They voted with their hate for a hate filled monster and now the world has to deal with their stupidity.

 

 MAGAts are such repulsive, disgusting, creatures. MAGAts are idiots. They are not smart. Trump said that too but in an indirect manner. Trump said "Smart people don't like me." He was correct, smart people don't like him, dumb people do. Trump implied that less smart people like him. The MAGAts didn't catch this. Dear Leader considers his followers stupid.

Green River and Wood Grain

This will most likely be the last astral travel experience that I post about.

Traveling in the astral is a magical experience. The astral world is the world we will all go to when we close our eyes and go to sleep for the last time never to return to this life again.

Being able to enter the astral world and see it beforehand is a great experience. I'm happy to have had many opportunities to experience lucid dreams, OBE, or astral travels, whatever you want to call it. It has certainly made me less afraid of the afterlife. Having been there already I know what it looks like. It's magical. In many respects it is very much like our physical world. There are people, there are animals, there are cities, there are forests, etc. But it is also very different from our world. The same natural laws that apply here do not apply there. We are lighter. We can jump and stay afloat. We can walk out in the rain and not get wet. The colors are more vivid and scintillating. There are creatures there that don't exist here. Walking through a doorway or a window can lead us into an entire different scene, like walking through a portal into another world.

My most recent astral trip started as a normal dream, as is the case most of the time. Wednesday night I went to bed and fell asleep. I went into a dream.

Episode 1 

I'm riding my electric bike along a dirt trail in the hills. I reach a point where I turn left and the path goes downhill. As I'm riding downhill I suddenly remember that I forgot my backpack. I turn  back to retrieve it. I return to the place where I was meeting with a man and having a conversation.

"I forgot my back and am back to get it." I said to him. 

He invites me to some coffee but I decline and tell him I will accept a rain check and we can have coffee at a later date. He agrees and begins to write on a sheet of paper. It is an IOU for a cup of coffee. The rain check.

But a second man appears out of nowhere and takes the rain check. The first man proceeds to write another one for me. 

Episode 2

I'm back on my electric bike. Now I'm riding back up the hill I had been on earlier. Suddenly the dirt road turns into a thick flowing river of green pudding. I'm going against the thick green waves of pudding. I call it green pudding because that is what it resembles. It's green like the color of jade. It's opaque and viscous. But it flows more like warm honey or some thick hot syrup.

As I continue to ride uphill against the downhill flow of the green pudding river I become lucid. I realize that I'm in a dream.

 

Sweeeeet! I've been waiting for this moment. Now that I'm awake in my dream I consciously continue uphill.

Episode 3

At some point I find myself inside of a building or cabin that I believe is at the top of the hill I was on. I stand there in a room conscious of my lucidity. I remember how exiting the building we're in can lead us to a completely different scene (world) so I decide to go out and explore the astral. I do this often when I'm astral projecting.

I see a door and decide to go through it. It leads to a staircase that goes down. I begin to walk down the stairs. As I do I take note of the steps on the stairs. They are made of solid wood. The wood grain is clearly visible. It's beautiful. It looks like a golden brown oak wood grain. I observe the rest of the staircase and see that it is entirely made of the same solid wood. The wood grain is very beautiful. As I reach a door at one of the stairway landings I notice that even the door knob is made of wood. It also shows the same beautiful wood grain.

Episode 4

I walk through that door and find myself in a small kitchen. The floor is also solid wood. The walls are made of wood panels. There is a round table and one or two chairs and they are also made of the same solid wood. The wood grain is splendid. I'm positive it's a golden oak wood grain.

 

There is a tumbler on the table. It is full of milk. At this moment I realize that I'm a bit hungry so I pick up the tumbler and begin to drink the milk. As I drink the milk I begin to get glimpses of green foliage, as if I were getting glimpses of a forest or the woods. 

It's common for scenes to gradually shift and change from one scene into another when we're in the astral. And that is what I was expecting when I began to get glimpses of green foliage as I drank the milk. Sweeeet, I though to myself. I'm going into another scene, realm, world, etc.

Unfortunately this didn't happen. Instead I gradually began to lose my lucidity and within a few moments I awoke back on my bed in my room.

- - - - -

I lay there in bed and attempted to recollect as much as I could about this astral trip and the normal dreams that had led up to the lucid state. 

I lay there in bed, motionless with my eyes closed. Suddenly the alarm sounded. It was 4:30 am Thursday morning. Time for me to get up and get ready for the work day. 

The Face of the Black Lodge

 Anyone who has been reading most of my posts will know that I have mentioned the black lodge, black magicians, etc. See the following posts:

Our First Lady: November 10, 2016 

The Black Magician, June 3, 2017 

Two Temples, May 8, 2020 

I have read many of Samael Aun Weor's books. He discusses in length the difference between the white lodge and the black lodge and their modes of operation. I have also been aware that the black lodge holds many high places. As a result I often times wondered who these black magicians in high places are, or who they could be. 

Well, I don't wonder about it as much anymore. At least four prominent ones have been on the news lately.

 

Marseilles

 I'm sitting here at home watching videos on YouTube. I really enjoy watching videos about the paranormal, extraterrestrials, UFOs, and conspiracy theories. The video I'm watching now is about Princess Diana's last words before her fatal accident. 

"Diana spoke about reptilians the night before the accident" is the title of the video.

I haven't watched the whole video yet. It has just started. But I decided to pause the video and make this post.

So here's the scoop. A few years ago I had one of those lucid dreams, astral travels, out of body experiences, or whatever you want to call it. I have had many of them, but this particular one stands out because it was the one that lasted the longest. It was lasting so long that I began to wonder how much longer it was going to be before I returned to the vigil (waking) state.

Eventually I did return to the physical world. And when I woke up I clearly remembered asking a man what the name of the town was. It sounded like he had said Mercier. It sounded French to me. Upon waking up I decided to do some research to find out if that town existed and if so, where. I was mostly unsuccessful but I did discover that there is a town called Mercier in Quebec, Canada. I researched that town and was left feeling that this isn't the town I had visited in the astral. After some time I gave up the research. It wasn't very important to me anyway. I just wanted to make a connection between the town I had visited in the astral and a possible real-life town.

Now, back to today. As I sat and watched the video I heard the narrator mention a town called Marcielles. It is in France. I paused the video. Got on this blogger to post about it and did a little research. I discovered that Marcielles is indeed a town in France. Although it is spelled different it is pronounced similar to Mercier. Now I'm thinking that the man in that astral travel experience probably said Marcielles, not Mercier.

I looked at pictures of Marcielles, France, and yes, those pictures do remind me of that town I visited in the astral. The town I visited in the astral was next to a large body of water. Just like Marcielles, France.

 

Dream Recollection II

 As I continue with my dream recollection exercises my dream recollection improves. Whereas in the beginning I could recollect only a few tidbits of information I'm now recollecting much more.

This morning I recorded another dream.

        Episode 1

 

I'm in an area that reminds me of Adams Point in Oakland. It's a hilly area on the west side of Lake Merritt. I used to live there many years ago.

I'm riding an electric bike. It is beige colored. It is low, such as in the low-rider fashion. I believe it is a low-rider bike.

I'm at a location and decide to ride away. Initially I'm riding down hill. I reach a cross street and make a left turn. Now I'm riding up hill. I'm pedaling the bike. Pedal-assist is on and the bike swiftly and effortlessly rolls up hill.

Just in front of me is a guy in a regular bike. He's pedaling his bike up hill. He is effortlessly pedaling up hill.

At the top of the hill is a building into which we both ride our bikes into what appears to be the entrance to the garage area or a lobby area. Towards the left is an elevator. The guy heads in that direction.

I pause in that lobby-like area. 

        Episode 2

 

 I'm still in what I believe to be the Lake Merritt area. Now I'm in the east side of the lake. I'm walking along the sidewalk. I'm observing the beautiful buildings and the lush gardening.

The buildings are tall, about ten stories high, maybe more. They appear to be apartment buildings. They are made of brick walls that give them the appearance of beautiful vintage buildings.

I see a few people outside. Some are sitting outside. I continue to admire the picturesque scene. I decide to take pictures with my phone. 

As I'm taking pictures I see a woman appear to want to hide her face. I say to her that I'm not photographing her.

        Episode 3

Someone is telling me a few things about those apartment buildings and the residents. He says that there are many rooms in those buildings and that the residents dress very well. 

I enter one of those buildings and walk along the halls. I remember that the guy telling me about these buildings and the residents had also said that the rooms were not actually rooms. 

As I walk through one of the hall ways I see what he meant. The living quarters are not actually fully walled in.The living quarters look more like enclosures in museums. They are enclosures built into the walls without any type of wall nor door on the hallway side of living quarter.

 

Each living quarter is made of two spaces. A larger space that serves as the main living quarters and a smaller space that serves as a closet or storage space. Some residents use the smaller space as a display for any collection of items. One resident has a collection of very beautiful and fancy shoes and boots.

I walk along the hallway and observe the main living quarters of another resident. His bed is plainly visible. I continue along the hallway and I reach a vendor. She's an Asian woman who is selling  various figurines. They are figurines of people, animals, etc. They appear to be made of jade but may be glass. They are a pale green color. I ask if they are jade or glass and she says they are glass.

 

They are beautiful none-the-less and decide that I would like to have one. My attention is drawn to one of a squatting boy. He's wearing a brimmed hat. The head of the figurine comes off at the neck. The figurine is actually an ink container for a fountain or quill pen. I believe it's a figurine of Huckleberry Finn. I pick up the figurine and see the price underneath it. The price is $43. I decide it's a bit too much and wish it was more like $23. I decide to not buy it and I put it back down. 

        Episode 4

I want to leave the building so I head towards the stairwell at the end of the hall. As I'm walking down the stairs I encounter another man in the stairwell. I tell him I want to leave the building and if he can show me the way out. He tells me to continue down the stairs and at the bottom is a door. He tells me something about the door handle/knob but I don't remember what he said. For some reason I decide to walk back up the stairs. As I'm walking back up the stairs I notice that the entire inside of the stairway and even the hallways themselves are made of or covered in colorful tile work. Even the hand rails are covered in beautiful and colorful tile work.

 

        Episode 5 

 I'm outside again. I look back at the building(s) I have just exited. I see their outer brick facades and remember the beautiful, colorful tile work on the inside.

I see that at least one, maybe more, of the buildings is cone shaped. The building I'm looking at is a multi-story, conical-shaped building with outer brick walls.

 

        Episode 6

As I'm standing there observing the scene I see many of the locals walking along the sidewalks. Almost all of them are very well dressed in their own ways. They're wearing colorful suits and matching shoes. One guy is dancing along the sidewalk. 

I look up the street but instead of a paved street I see a river. I can see the sidewalks along the banks of the river and the buildings along the sidewalks.

The river is full. The water is running down stream at a very fast rate. I realize that the river flows into Lake Merritt.

 

There are people outside and along the sidewalk. Three guys suddenly jump into the water and let the current carry them away. At first I don't see any danger in them doing so as long as they can stay afloat. The water will simply carry them down stream into Lake Merritt where the waters are tranquil. There they can simply swim out. But then I realize there are large rocks/boulders just under the surface of the water and it dawns on me that the rushing water can hurl a person onto them causing serious or even fatal injuries. 

 

The Protests

 Sitting here in my living room watching a live stream of the protests taking place in Los Angeles. I see a squad of law enforcement in full riot gear advancing forward. A guy holding up a US/Mexican flag is in their path.

The protesters are basically disarmed. Maybe they have some stones in their back packs to throw at the goon squad, but otherwise they are basically disarmed.

As I sit here and watch, the thought comes to mind that here ladies and gentlemen, is why we have the Second Amendment. Imagine if the protesters were armed. There's no doubt in my mind that ICE agents would've concluded that they are not wanted there by the people and they would've promptly left. The goon squad would've did the same thing.

The thought also came to mind, that many of those protesters support the very same politicians that want to take away their right to bear arms.

Tsk, tsk. Such a sad situation. 

There's no doubt in my mind that somewhere in this great country, there are some crackers watching and gloating at the prospect of ICE agents deporting those they deem undesirable.

The reality is that the Second Amendment is multi-faceted. It's there so that we may protect ourselves from would-be predators AND haters, A.K.A., White Supremacists, Fascists, etc.

 So as I sit here and watch the protesting taking place in my community, the Latino community, I'm perfectly aware that there are also crackers watching and gloating over what they see.

I also sit here and thank the founding fathers for being mindful, so thoughtful, of including the Second Amendment in our Bill of Rights so that we may defend ourselves not just against a tyrannical government but also against fascist regimes, both political and civilian.

Yeah, so as I sit here and watch the protests going on, I think of all the fascist crackers sitting at home and gloating over what they see. My message to them is, the Second Amendment allows me to protect myself also against them.

See my previous posts:

Mossberg 500, posted July 21, 2019

AR-15, posted August 14, 2019

Glock 19, posted September 10, 2019

Benelli SBE II, posted November 27, 2019    

357 Magnum, posted February 17, 2020

Ruger American, posted August 18, 2020

Henry 45-70, posted July 13, 2023

 

Dream Recollection

 It's been quite a while since I had an astral travel experience. It's actually quite common for me to not have any lucid dreams for prolonged periods and then start having them frequently. I have them more frequently when I practice certain exercises taught in Samael Aun Weor's books.

I also know from experience that when I make attempts to remember my dreams upon waking up my recollection becomes more keen. So last night I went to bed with the intention of remembering my dreams upon waking up. Of course it was a success. It always is. We dream every night, we just don't remember our dreams all of the time. But if we make effort to recollect our dreams immediately upon waking up we will remember more and more of our dreams.

 From last night I remember a couple of dream episodes.

Episode one: I'm riding my electric bike on a hill. I believe I was going downhill but came across some heavy traffic. I didn't want to be stuck in the traffic so I went over the center island and got on the opposite side of the road and began to head back up hill.

That is all I can actually recollect from that episode.

Episode two: I enter a place that appears to be a hotdog spot. It's in the lobby of building. There is a counter towards my right. There are people inside, some are at the counter. The guy making the hotdogs is on the other side of the counter. He is very energetic and enthusiastic about his hotdogs. He makes the best hotdogs. He happily serves his customers. I'm standing at the counter watching him. He says something to me about his hotdogs, about how great they are as he consumes a couple of them himself.

As I watch him I realize he looks like the Iranian guy on this video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtDOI8LSn-o 

He's at 3:00, but instead of preparing shish kabobs he is preparing hotdogs.

After a while I turn around and walk out. Outside the hotdog place I find myself in what looks like the lobby of the building. At one corner I see a vintage gambling machine. It's a poker machine. Presumably three people can play against the machine at the same time. There are privacy dividers between to presumably prevent the players from seeing each others' cards. But the dividers have see-through screens which allow the players to cheat and see each others' cards.

The poker machine is not actually used for gambling anymore. It is just a relic of an antique gambling machine. I think there was a sign describing what it was used for and it said that the machine was actually allowed in London.

This is pretty much all I can remember from this episode. 

There was at least one other dream episode but I don't remember much about it.