Light: The Inner Food Divine

The yogi and prolific writer, Paramhansa Yogananda (1893-1952), loved to interview interesting people.  He recorded these conversations in his autobiography published in 1946.  Here is an excerpt of his visit with a woman said to have lived solely on light (aka breatharianism).  Science has proven that we are literally made of light (see this article). Is it any wonder, then, that for many millennia people have managed to use light itself ...as a food source? 

Yogananda and Richard Wright.

“Sir, whither are we bound this morning?” Mr. Wright was driving the Ford; he took his eyes off the road long enough to gaze at me with a questioning twinkle. From day to day he seldom knew what part of Bengal he would be discovering next.

“God willing,” I replied devoutly, “we are on our way to see an eighth wonder of the worlda woman saint whose diet is thin air!”

“Repetition of wonders after Therese Neumann.” But Mr. Wright laughed eagerly just the same; he even accelerated the speed of the car. More extraordinary grist for his travel diary! Not one of an average tourist, that!

The Ranchi school had just been left behind us; we had risen before the sun. Besides my secretary and myself, three Bengali friends were in the party. We drank in the exhilarating air, the natural wine of the morning. Our driver guided the car warily among the early peasants and the two-wheeled carts, slowly drawn by yoked, hump-shouldered bullocks, inclined to dispute the road with a honking interloper.

“Sir, we would like to know more of the fasting saint.”

“Her name is Giri Bala,” I informed my companions. “I first heard about her years ago from a scholarly gentleman, Sthiti Lal Nundy. He often came to the Gurpar Road home to tutor my brother Vishnu.”

“‘I know Giri Bala well,’ Sthiti Babu told me. ‘She employs a certain yoga technique which enables her to live without eating. I was her close neighbor in Nawabganj near Ichapur.1 I made it a point to watch her closely; never did I find evidence that she was taking either food or drink. My interest finally mounted so high that I approached the Maharaja of Burdwan2 and asked him to conduct an investigation. Astounded at the story, he invited her to his palace. She agreed to a test and lived for two months locked up in a small section of his home. Later she returned for a palace visit of twenty days; and then for a third test of fifteen days. The Maharaja himself told me that these three rigorous scrutinies had convinced him beyond doubt of her non-eating state.’

“This story of Sthiti Babu’s has remained in my mind for over twenty-five years,” I concluded. “Sometimes in America I wondered if the river of time would not swallow the yogini3 before I could meet her. She must be quite aged now. I do not even know where, or if, she lives. But in a few hours we shall reach Purulia; her brother has a home there.”

By ten-thirty our little group was conversing with the brother, Lambadar Dey, a lawyer of Purulia.

“Yes, my sister is living. She sometimes stays with me here, but at present she is at our family home in Biur.” Lambadar Babu glanced doubtfully at the Ford. “I hardly think, Swamiji, that any automobile has ever penetrated into the interior as far as Biur. It might be best if you all resign yourselves to the ancient jolt of the bullock cart!”

As one voice our party pledged loyalty to the Pride of Detroit.

“The Ford comes from America,” I told the lawyer. “It would be a shame to deprive it of an opportunity to get acquainted with the heart of Bengal!”

“May Ganesh4 go with you!” Lambadar Babu said, laughing. He added courteously, “If you ever get there, I am sure Giri Bala will be glad to see you. She is approaching her seventies, but continues in excellent health.”

“Please tell me, sir, if it is absolutely true that she eats nothing?” I looked directly into his eyes, those telltale windows of the mind.

“It is true.” His gaze was open and honorable. “In more than five decades I have never seen her eat a morsel. If the world suddenly came to an end, I could not be more astonished than by the sight of my sister’s taking food!”

We chuckled together over the improbability of these two cosmic events.

“Giri Bala has never sought an inaccessible solitude for her yoga practices,” Lambadar Babu went on. “She has lived her entire life surrounded by her family and friends. They are all well accustomed now to her strange state. Not one of them who would not be stupefied if Giri Bala suddenly decided to eat anything! Sister is naturally retiring, as befits a Hindu widow, but our little circle in Purulia and in Biur all know that she is literally an ‘exceptional’ woman.”

The brother’s sincerity was manifest. Our little party thanked him warmly and set out toward Biur. We stopped at a street shop for curry and luchis, attracting a swarm of urchins who gathered round to watch Mr. Wright eating with his fingers in the simple Hindu manner.5 Hearty appetites caused us to fortify ourselves against an afternoon which, unknown at the moment, was to prove fairly laborious.

Our way now led east through sun-baked rice fields into the Burdwan section of Bengal. On through roads lined with dense vegetation; the songs of the maynas and the stripe-throated bulbuls streamed out from trees with huge, umbrellalike branches. A bullock cart now and then, the rini, rini, manju, manju squeak of its axle and iron-shod wooden wheels contrasting sharply in mind with the swish, swish of auto tires over the aristocratic asphalt of the cities.

The road became more and more sickly: wrinkles of ruts, boils of hardened clay, the sad infirmities of old age! Our group dismounted occasionally to allow Mr. Wright to more easily maneuver the Ford, which the four of us pushed from behind.

“Lambadar Babu spoke truly,” Sailesh acknowledged. “The car is not carrying us; we are carrying the car!”

Our climb-in, climb-out auto tedium was beguiled ever and anon by the appearance of a village, each one a scene of quaint simplicity.

“Asking for a guide among a group of worshipers on their way home from a temple prayer (out in the lonely field), we were besieged by a dozen scantily clad lads who clambered on the sides of the car, eager to conduct us to Giri Bala.

“Halting by a narrow lane we found ourselves within a hundred feet of Giri Bala’s ancestral home. We felt the thrill of fulfillment after the long road struggle crowned by a rough finish. We approached a large, two-storied building of brick and plaster, dominating the surrounding adobe huts; the house was under the process of repair, for around it was the characteristically tropical framework of bamboos.

“With feverish anticipation and suppressed rejoicing we stood before the open doors of the one blessed by the Lord’s ‘hungerless’ touch. Constantly agape were the villagers, young and old, bare and dressed, women aloof somewhat but inquisitive too, men and boys unabashedly at our heels as they gazed on this unprecedented spectacle.

This great woman yogi has not taken food or drink since 1880. I am pictured with her,

in 1936, at her home in the isolated Bengal village of Biur. Her non-eating state has been 

rigorously investigated by the Maharaja of Burdwan. She employs a certain yoga technique 

to recharge her body with cosmic energy from the ether, sun, and air.

“Soon a short figure came into view in the doorway --Giri Bala! She was swathed in a cloth of dull, goldish silk; in typically Indian fashion, she drew forward modestly and hesitatingly, peering slightly from beneath the upper fold of her swadeshi cloth. Her eyes glistened like smouldering embers in the shadow of her head piece; we were enamored by a most benevolent and kindly face, a face of realization and understanding, free from the taint of earthly attachment.

“Meekly she approached and silently assented to our snapping a number of pictures with our ‘still’ and ‘movie’ cameras.6 Patiently and shyly she endured our photo techniques of posture adjustment and light arrangement. Finally we had recorded for posterity many photographs of the only woman in the world who is known to have lived without food or drink for over fifty years. (Therese Neumann, of course, has fasted since 1923.) Most motherly was Giri Bala’s expression as she stood before us, completely covered in the loose-flowing cloth, nothing of her body visible but her face with its downcast eyes, her hands, and her tiny feet. A face of rare peace and innocent poise --a wide, childlike, quivering lip, a feminine nose, narrow, sparkling eyes, and a wistful smile”  (Mr. Wright also took moving pictures of Sri Yukteswar during his last Winter Solstice Festival in Serampore).

Mr. Wright’s impression of Giri Bala was shared by myself; spirituality enfolded her like her gently shining veil. She pronamed before me in the customary gesture of greeting from a householder to a monk. Her simple charm and quiet smile gave us a welcome beyond that of honeyed oratory; forgotten was our difficult, dusty trip.

The little saint seated herself cross-legged on the verandah. Though bearing the scars of age, she was not emaciated; her olive-colored skin had remained clear and healthy in tone.

“Mother,” I said in Bengali, “for over twenty-five years I have thought eagerly of this very pilgrimage! I heard about your sacred life from Sthiti Lal Nundy Babu.”

She nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, my good neighbor in Nawabganj.”

“During those years I have crossed the oceans, but I never forgot my early plan to someday see you. The sublime drama that you are here playing so inconspicuously should be blazoned before a world that has long forgotten the inner food divine.”

The saint lifted her eyes for a minute, smiling with serene interest.

“Baba (honored father) knows best,” she answered meekly.

I was happy that she had taken no offense; one never knows how great yogis or yoginis will react to the thought of publicity. They shun it, as a rule, wishing to pursue in silence the profound soul research. An inner sanction comes to them when the proper time arrives to display their lives openly for the benefit of seeking minds.

“Mother,” I went on, “please forgive me, then, for burdening you with many questions. Kindly answer only those that please you; I shall understand your silence, also.”

She spread her hands in a gracious gesture. “I am glad to reply, insofar as an insignificant person like myself can give satisfactory answers.”

“Oh, no, not insignificant!” I protested sincerely. “You are a great soul.”

“I am the humble servant of all.” She added quaintly, “I love to cook and feed people.”

A strange pastime, I thought, for a non-eating saint!

“Tell me, Mother, from your own lipsdo you live without food?”

“That is true.” She was silent for a few moments; her next remark showed that she had been struggling with mental arithmetic. “From the age of twelve years four months down to my present age of sixty-eighta period of over fifty-six yearsI have not eaten food or taken liquids.”

“Are you never tempted to eat?”

“If I felt a craving for food, I would have to eat.” Simply yet regally she stated this axiomatic truth, one known too well by a world revolving around three meals a day!

“But you do eat something!” My tone held a note of remonstrance.

“Of course!” She smiled in swift understanding.

"Your nourishment derives from the finer energies of the air and sunlight,7 and from the cosmic power which recharges your body through the medulla oblongata.  

“Baba knows.” Again she acquiesced, her manner soothing and unemphatic.

“Mother, please tell me about your early life. It holds a deep interest for all of India, and even for our brothers and sisters beyond the seas.”

Giri Bala put aside her habitual reserve, relaxing into a conversational mood.

“So be it.” Her voice was low and firm. “I was born in these forest regions. My childhood was unremarkable save that I was possessed by an insatiable appetite. I had been betrothed in early years.

“‘Child,’ my mother often warned me, ‘try to control your greed. When the time comes for you to live among strangers in your husband’s family, what will they think of you if your days are spent in nothing but eating?’

“The calamity she had foreseen came to pass. I was only twelve when I joined my husband’s people in Nawabganj. My mother-in-law shamed me morning, noon, and night about my gluttonous habits. Her scoldings were a blessing in disguise, however; they roused my dormant spiritual tendencies. One morning her ridicule was merciless.

“‘I shall soon prove to you,’ I said, stung to the quick, ‘that I shall never touch food again as long as I live.’

“My mother-in-law laughed in derision. ‘So!’ she said, ‘how can you live without eating, when you cannot live without overeating?’

“This remark was unanswerable! Yet an iron resolution scaffolded my spirit. In a secluded spot I sought my Heavenly Father.

“‘Lord,’ I prayed incessantly, ‘please send me a guru, one who can teach me to live by Thy light and not by food.’

“A divine ecstasy fell over me. Led by a beatific spell, I set out for the Nawabganj ghat on the Ganges. On the way I encountered the priest of my husband’s family.

“‘Venerable sir,’ I said trustingly, ‘kindly tell me how to live without eating.’

“He stared at me without reply. Finally he spoke in a consoling manner. ‘Child,’ he said, ‘come to the temple this evening; I will conduct a special Vedic ceremony for you.’

“This vague answer was not the one I was seeking; I continued toward the ghat. The morning sun pierced the waters; I purified myself in the Ganges, as though for a sacred initiation. As I left the river bank, my wet cloth around me, in the broad glare of day my master materialized himself before me!

“‘Dear little one,’ he said in a voice of loving compassion, ‘I am the guru sent here by God to fulfill your urgent prayer. He was deeply touched by its very unusual nature! From today you shall live by the astral light, your bodily atoms fed from the infinite current.'”

Giri Bala fell into silence. I took Mr. Wright’s pencil and pad and translated into English a few items for his information.

The saint resumed the tale, her gentle voice barely audible. “The ghat was deserted, but my guru cast round us an aura of guarding light, that no stray bathers later disturb us. He initiated me into a kria technique which frees the body from dependence on the gross food of mortals. The technique includes the use of a certain mantra 8 and a breathing exercise more difficult than the average person could perform. No medicine or magic is involved; nothing beyond the krias.“

In the manner of the American newspaper reporter, who had unknowingly taught me his procedure, I questioned Giri Bala on many matters which I thought would be of interest to the world. She gave me, bit by bit, the following information:

“I have never had any children; many years ago I became a widow. I sleep very little, as sleep and waking are the same to me. I meditate at night, attending to my domestic duties in the daytime. I slightly feel the change in climate from season to season. I have never been sick or experienced any disease. I feel only slight pain when accidentally injured. I have no bodily excretions. I can control my heart and breathing. I often see my guru as well as other great souls, in vision.”

“Mother,” I asked, “why don’t you teach others the method of living without food?”

My ambitious hopes for the world’s starving millions were nipped in the bud.

“No.” She shook her head. “I was strictly commanded by my guru not to divulge the secret. It is not his wish to tamper with God’s drama of creation. The farmers would not thank me if I taught many people to live without eating! The luscious fruits would lie uselessly on the ground. It appears that misery, starvation, and disease are whips of our karma which ultimately drive us to seek the true meaning of life.”

“Mother,” I said slowly, “what is the use of your having been singled out to live without eating?”

“To prove that man is Spirit.” Her face lit with wisdom. “To demonstrate that by divine advancement he can gradually learn to live by the Eternal Light and not by food.”

The saint sank into a deep meditative state. Her gaze was directed inward; the gentle depths of her eyes became expressionless. She gave a certain sigh, the prelude to the ecstatic breathless trance. For a time she had fled to the questionless realm, the heaven of inner joy.

The tropical darkness had fallen. The light of a small kerosene lamp flickered fitfully over the faces of a score of villagers squatting silently in the shadows. The darting glowworms and distant oil lanterns of the huts wove bright eerie patterns into the velvet night. It was the painful hour of parting; a slow, tedious journey lay before our little party.

“Giri Bala,” I said as the saint opened her eyes, “please give me a keepsakea strip of one of your saris.“

She soon returned with a piece of Benares silk, extending it in her hand as she suddenly prostrated herself on the ground.

“Mother,” I said reverently, “rather let me touch your own blessed feet!”





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Footnotes:

1 In northern Bengal.

2 H. H. Sir Bijay Chand Mahtab, now dead. His family doubtless possesses some record of the Maharaja’s three investigations of Giri Bala.

3 Woman yogi.

4 “Remover of Obstacles,” the god of good fortune.

5 Sri Yukteswar used to say: “The Lord has given us the fruits of the good earth. We like to see our food, to smell it, to taste it-the Hindu likes also to touch it!” One does not mind hearing it, either, if no one else is present at the meal!

6 Mr. Wright also took moving pictures of Sri Yukteswar during his last Winter Solstice Festival in Serampore.

7 “What we eat is radiation; our food is so much quanta of energy,” Dr. George W. Crile of Cleveland told a gathering of medical men on May 17, 1933 in Memphis. “This all-important radiation, which releases electrical currents for the body’s electrical circuit, the nervous system, is given to food by the sun’s rays. Atoms, Dr. Crile says, are solar systems. Atoms are the vehicles that are filled with solar radiance as so many coiled springs. These countless atomfuls of energy are taken in as food. Once in the human body, these tense vehicles, the atoms, are discharged in the body’s protoplasm, the radiance furnishing new chemical energy, new electrical currents. ‘Your body is made up of such atoms,’ Dr. Crile said.  ‘They are your muscles, brains, and sensory organs, such as the eyes and ears.'”

Someday scientists will discover how man can live directly on solar energy. “Chlorophyll is the only substance known in nature that somehow possesses the power to act as a ‘sunlight trap,'” William L. Laurence writes in the New York Times. “It ‘catches’ the energy of sunlight and stores it in the plant. Without this no life could exist. We obtain the energy we need for living from the solar energy stored in the plant-food we eat or in the flesh of the animals that eat the plants. The energy we obtain from coal or oil is solar energy trapped by the chlorophyll in plant life millions of years ago. We live by the sun through the agency of chlorophyll.”

8 Potent vibratory chant. The literal translation of Sanskrit mantra is “instrument of thought,” signifying the ideal, inaudible sounds which represent one aspect of creation; when vocalized as syllables, a mantra constitutes a universal terminology. The infinite powers of sound derive from AUM, the “Word” or creative hum of the Cosmic Motor.

Source: https://www.crystalclarity.com/yogananda/chapter-46/

Adapted from Chapter 46, "The Woman Yogi Who Never Eats"

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Other Breatharians

Comparative Expressions: Alien Interaction in the Vietnam/Cambodia Area

For researchers of ET phenomena, compare the following interview comments of Kerry Cassidy with the remote viewing comments Eva Draconis.  These have to do with ancient and contemporary events in the Vietnam/Cambodia area.  The details differ, but both narratives clearly state there was a calculated (and apparently successful) attempt to annihilate an entire local human population there.  The question is, why?  What were the dynamics being played out between the aggressors and the victims of their aggression?    


Then we talked about Vietnam.  I had, over the couple of years I’ve been interviewing [retired American Naval officer, Captain Mark Richards], noticed that he referred often to Vietnam as being a place where the war in Vietnam was not what we thought it was, that there was an ET race we were having dealings with there, and that was the main reason for the war in Vietnam.  And so we talked about what is, in essence, an invasion that happened, and that Vietnam was not about so-called, “the spread of Communism,” and that it was actually about an invading race of spider beings who originally came to our planet in Angkor Wat.

And Angkor Wat is an area of Cambodia that has these really amazing temples and structures.  Those are still standing, but the humans that were part of that civilization, of which there were apparently over a million, disappeared virtually overnight, and there was no trace of them.  And it’s always been a mystery.  And he said that what happened was these spider beings the size of VW Bugs, those cars, basically invaded [Angkor Wat by coming] through the star gates, because there’s a very, he said, vast system of star gates and portals in the area of Southeast Asia.

And he said what they first did with the humans there is to mind control them into thinking they were out of water, when in reality they had a river that flows through the area.  And then, once they were weakened by that mind control and “lack of water,” [the spider beings] then came in and decimated [the humans] using a microwave weapon.  And after that, [the spider beings] basically, I guess, ate them.

And so, this is what he was telling me, and that basically there is no trace of the humans, and no trace of anything at this point that shows what really happened there.  So, he said that race of beings is called the Troggs, and he has mentioned this race in the past on a few other occasions, although I think this time he was specific to the fact that they are, in essence, spider beings.  He said at the time they did decimate that race of humans in, if I understood correctly, two and a half days, so that’s how long it took them.

And then he said during World War II they returned through the star gates at the time when our planet, and the governments and military were focused on a different part of the world, and that basically [the war in] Vietnam was the resurgence of [the Troggs] coming back through the star gates, that’s what the war was all about.  He said [humans] were successful at that time in repelling them, and apparently [the Troggs] have once again started to come back through, I’m not sure where.  My understanding is they are somehow a threat.

He says there are four threatening, sort of negatively oriented races at this time threatening invasion of planet Earth.  He said that the soldiers in Vietnam, in most cases, had their minds wiped.  They’re dealing with PTSD, but they’re also dealing with memories that I guess they’re trying to bring forward that basically they can’t access.

Actually, what he has said about Vietnam does coincide with what’s going on in the Middle East, as well.  In that case [the race of beings threatening humans] is called the Reptoids, and an invasion [is happening] there, and also, apparently, [what’s happening there involves] the return on the Anunaki, if I understand it correctly, and that the battles going on there have a lot more to do with our relationship with off-planet races than they do with humans, and that most, or many wars on planet Earth have an ET element to them, and that that’s, in many cases it seems, the real reason for these wars.  We are in essence fighting the battles for the ETs that are related to us, and they are also coming in and participating in these wars, in space and here on Earth.


--Comments of Kerry Cassidy, Project Camelot
   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoC2dkWMgso
   @ 20min:52sec

Compare those comments with these comments by author/ET experiencer/natural remote viewer,  Eva Draconis:  

"They’re very, very dark-skinned. They’re completely black on their skin, however 

they look Asian… They’re like African-black, except they look more Asian… I’m 

seeing humans that we don’t have anymore, because Asians are not black today."

I have a lot to say about all this, but time limits that for now.  Thanks for reading/listening.

--JSNTLC



P.S.

Below is more information about the Angkor region, with a focus on the little-known Angkor Thom complex.  According to this documentary, the fall of the kingdom is due to it being sacked by Vietnamese and Thai armies, with no note of extraterrestrial beings playing any role.  Water plays a vital role in the functioning of the kingdom, and if the populace had indeed been mind-controlled into thinking they would run out of water, as Mark Richards claims, it is understandable how this would have created a panic and loss of confidence in the rulership, perhaps inciting civil conflict.  Was the skirmishes with the Viet and Thai nations a convenient "cover" for a mass culling by the so-called Troggs?  Also of note, the documentary claims the king, despite having five wives and thousands of concubines,  retired each night to a golden tower where he "coupled" with a "woman" that in reality had been a nine-headed serpent-jinn and the de facto ruler of the kingdom.    

Witches, or People with Abilities?

This is a Facebook comment:


Yes.  Please don't accidentally make your show about a witch hunt, Joanna.  Many people who are "in the programs" have psi abilities, and may even have one or more "witch alters" installed as a means for Agenda beings to extract their soul powers to use in nefarious ways.  Throughout history Christians have feared people with psi abilities, and labeled them with pejorative terms like "witches," etc.  Let us not take up their old agenda anew, and attack our own.

Techniques like the so-called Law of Attraction that was accepted by the mainstream are no more than upcycled manifestation techniques which have been known to humanity for ages, called different things by different people at different times, and not very different than what so-called witches do!  So, for that matter all humans are witches then, because all human Terrans have the potential to manifest written in our DNA, part of our star heritage, inherited from our tumultuous cousins out there.  And for that matter Jesus must have been a witch, having precognitive ability, telepathy, mediumship, healing ability, defying physics at will,  etc.

I try to encourage people to embrace their abilities.  That's what I was trying to get across in posts like these on my blog (and reading back over my old stuff encourages me too, 'cause sometimes I need encouragement because I feel like a freak at times):

https://justsaynotolooshcommodity.blogspot.com/2016/09/that-thing-that-you-do-living-ten.html

https://justsaynotolooshcommodity.blogspot.com/2016/08/time-for-you-to-learn-what-you-could-do.html

Labels are meaningless, really.

I personally have met a couple Wiccans who are some of the sweetest people I know.  One is a caring nurse who came to me for help with bad people at work.  She could have cursed or otherwise psychically attacked them, but didn't.  Her nature is to nurture, not harm.  The other witch is an ordained high priestess, trying to escape a domestic violence relationship.  Her aquaintences are like, "Dude, you're a witch, handle that bastard...just curse him!"  But she would never think to do that, no matter what he does to her.

She is using a lawyer, and getting regular counseling to help herself.  She has helped many people.  As an ordained priestess, she has married people, provided spiritual counseling, done spells for sick people, made herbal remedies to heal them.  She has conducted spiritual ceremonies that deeply moved me, and I'm not even a Wiccan.  She is a role model of being a decent person, regardless of what a person's religion might be or not be.

At the same time I have seen "white lighters" who were in truth petty, two-faced, egomaniacal, selfish and self-centered assholes.  Yet, they make all the New Age circles, know the latest spiritual catch words, have awesome crystal collections, lol.  I knew a smiling, benevolent-seeming Buddhist leader who was in reality a vindictive skirt chaser behind the scenes.  So, I get your point about the "white witches," Pete Svzvki, who will throw their "an it harm none" niceness right out the window the minute you piss them off, haha.

So Joanna, I hope the show will more be aimed at dealing with people in general who are destructive and harmful to others, regardless whether they're witches or not.  Sometimes a strongly-held intention, by a non-witch, can have the same or more effect than a spell.  A thought can be a spell, and effect changes in the environment.  I have seen people who have nothing to do with witchcraft manipulate situations and throw so much bad energy at others that they make the blackest of witches seem like harmless dabblers, no joke.  lol

Take care.  :)

Remote Viewing Military Discharge Paperwork

Man all snug and cozy in his DD214 blankie.

For next time you remote view someone who's been discharged from the military (i.e., retired, a veteran or "vet," as is the nickname in the United States for retired military personnel), instead of asking these folks straight out, "What is/was your rank?" which they seem to always get defensive about whenever you bring that up, simply remote view their DD-214 document.

All retired military are issued a DD-214 document upon their discharge from the military. And if they don't hang on to this document, they will not be able to receive important services they are entitled to, such as pension pay, medical services from VA (stands for "Veterans Administration" in the United States) medical facilities, etc. 

This is a critical document to understanding everything a person did in the military. I am sure that remote viewing this document will save you a lot of time!   :)    You probably won't need to do stuff like search through their closets for uniforms and patches, or dig around for momentos in their houses, etc. If you go straight to their DD-214 form, everything will be listed there:

Their rank

What job(s) they had (aka, their MOS. See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_military_occupation_code )

Any awards they won

Military educational courses they completed

Certifications/special trainings they obtained

Campaigns in which they served (which gives clues to where they may have been stationed)

...everything. 

OK, well, maybe not everything. There are a few caveats to all this of course, but with your advanced abilities you could easily get around them, for instance: 

More than one DD-214:
One caveat I could think of is that sometimes a vet will have more than one DD-214 form, as it's not uncommon for some vets to have served in more than one branch of the military at different points in their careers. To get around this, just be sure to look for more than one.


No DD-214:
Secondly, some people who might have done more "black ops" type of work during their careers might not even have a DD-214 on file. Or, they might have one DD-214 for their "on-paper" military service, and then not have one for their black ops work (done, of course, for "national security reasons." Whatever). Even so, they will still have some sort of DOD (Department of Defense) documentation of their having been in the military, and nothing more, no other details provided.


Mind wipes, programmed alters:
A third thing I could think of is the mind-control aspect of all this, and this gets into the whole "super soldier" thing, so-called Manchurian candidates and all that. I heard the Reader mention someone getting their "mind wiped" in passing as he was coaching you through an RV session, so he knows all about this, too. I would assume practice is quite common with personnel who work(ed) with aliens, or worked in programs involving any kind of alien information, etc.

A vet might think, "I was in Iraq (or Vietnam, or Kuwait, or Guam, whatever) from this year to that year, and I was doing this. It even says so on my DD-214," or something like that, while what he or she doesn't know is he or she was not just doing that, but was also used in some kind of covert program. He or she may have even been utilizing skills and training he or she doesn't even know he or she has. This would be their "programmed alters," that part or parts of their personality activated and deactivated by certain keys and codes, which only their handlers know.  These alters can be so different and compartmentalized from the vet's "front persona," or normal personality they could even fluently speak languages the front persona doesn't even know, and possess other skills.

I think maybe not all, but a lot of vets who have been used this way, later in their lives suffer from "memory bleed through" of these activities, and don't remember doing them. For example, they might have fears of things they don't know why they fear, memories/dreams/nightmares of being places and doing things they don't remember actually experiencing during military services, and so on. They might watch a sci-fi movie or read a website which suddenly triggers visceral sensations and memories. They might become obsessed with certain paranormal subjects and won't know why. Or in some cases, they might meet someone they feel like they know (whom they might have worked with in black operations of some sort), but won't know why they know that person.

Again, you could easily get around this, as you are able to perceive experiences the military personnel don't even remember, which was probably the case with the Ranger you remote viewed through Patton's cell phone, who had been abducted on the mountain by the greys.  He probably doesn't even remember that experience (though he might have nightmares about it, or get a sick feeling in his intestines whenever he watches a sci-fi or reads a website with greys featured, etc.).


Hope something of this helps, and I wish you the best in your work.

That Thing That I Do #3: Seeing Past Lives

Now here I go again, I see ...a crystal vision.  But I keep my visions to myself.

In a post I made on this blog this past August, Anya Briggs described how sometimes when she's been doing her DNA activations lately, a person's past life information will kind of stand out in the person's energy field.  She makes this kind of sweeping gesture with her hand from the third eye area of her head as she said this, which I don't think she even realized she did, and which I thought was an interesting gesture.  I totally get what she meant.

Her discussing this reminded me of my own ability to see past lives.  I used to share this information with people.  But, it gets frustrating, due to all the expectations people have about what their past lives should look like.  So, at this point in time, I absolutely hate seeing mine and others' past lives.  The last few years, I have tried hard to tamp this ability down in my being, shut it off, as it were.

If someone told me he were doing that, I'd tell him not to do it, but rather, just be himself, let it happen.  Yet, that hasn't been my approach with this in my own life, quite the contrary.  I would like to say I'm trying to integrate it, to be OK with it, to be comfortable in my skin with it.  But, I 'm just not there yet.  I've just never been comfortable with this ability.  I would rather see dead people (which I do), than see past lives.

Salience

Anyway, I have found that the images of our past are perceptible to my mind holographically depending on what our souls deem to be the most salient of our experiences, the most memorable things, the most meaningful.  That's what I will see.  Salient doesn't mean bad experiences, nor good, just whatever was the most  meaningful, for whatever reason.

The experiences in a certain incarnation will leave an indelible mark in a person's spirit, and we will carry the energy of it lifetime after lifetime, stuck in our souls like lint on a sweater.  We could let go of this energy package by letting go of our attachment to it.  This is why the Buddhists and the yogis exhort people not to form mental/emotional attachments to things.

This information that is always with us is perceived holographically by people like me, and probably Anya too (but I have not asked her personally, so I don't know for sure --each person experiences thing differently).  I will see, smell, hear, and feel many things at once related to some salient incident you've had in a past life, though the present version of you obviously wouldn't remember it happening.

It's interesting to note that small children around 3 or 4 sometimes do have amazingly clear recall of salient experiences their souls have had.  They are able to name people, places, events, much of which could be researched and confirmed (Dr. Ian Stevenson has done this work).  This reminds me of what people have called, "body memory," where your body "remembers" throughout your life abuse that happened when you were a baby or toddler.  But, your mind has no recollection of it.  Often, children lose most, if not all, their past life recall by 9 or 10, though some part of them never forget, ever.

As you might imagine, this ability has lead me to see a wide variety of things about a wide variety of people, including me.  Sometimes, though, it is just TMI.  Most of the time it is.  I would rather just shut the ability down, really, so I do.

Misconceptions

People miss out on the value of past life readings, the unique, potentially life-changing messages they bring, because it's too hard for them to escape the narrow boxes in which they've allowed their minds to get stuck.  Past life info is their own soul's love letter to them.  It is the wisdom of their own life experiences trying to communicate to them, too often a wasted effort.

People like me are just messengers, facilitators, not originators of the messages' contents.  Part of why I don't like sharing what I see is the ignorance I encounter that is difficult if not impossible to navigate.  For instance, a lot goes into why we've chosen to be how we are in past lives, and in the current lifetime, too much to describe here.  That's not the important part, but people get too wrapped up worrying about it, and miss the point of the message.

The following are a few of what are, in  my opinion, misconceptions I've noticed people have about  past lives, that tend to distract them from the messages they need to understand for their souls' growth.



1. The Past Life Person Must Look Identical to the Current Life Person 

I've seen people scoff at someone's past life claims saying, "You don't look anything like that person, so you couldn't have been that person in a past life!"  Where do people get this "fact" from, people who often don't even really believe in past life phenomena to begin with?   What never ceases to amaze me is how people like this suddenly just know all the "rules" of a thing, how it all goes down, despite never having studied the topic neither intellectually, nor experientially.

They just know the rules because, I don't know, that's how it was portrayed in a movie they'd seen, so they assume that's how things must be.  In fact, the soul could incarnate as a dog if it wanted to, or a being of an "alien race" of some sort, or as its own grandchild (which happens more than one might think!)...it doesn't matter.  These are just outer shells.

There isn't some dopey "rule" to how the soul must come back, how it must look.  Most people are not going to have an image of their past life self, anyway, so when and how did that start being a  requirement, or "proof"?  Does it mean they never had past lives because they can't prove it with pics?  See how useless this "must look identical" argument gets?   Who made this rule, and more importantly, why do people keep robotically following it?  They don't question it; it is "just so."

The other day, I watched a YouTube video of this guy doing a PowerPoint presentation about past lives.  I think he did OK, until he did that side by side photographs thing and went on this diabtribe about how much the current life child "looks like" his purported past life self.

Fail.

I guess if the child had been of a different race or sex, or the same of both but just looked physically different, that would be "evidence" that the child was lying, and it couldn't be the child's past life.  But no, here's this grown a** man, misguiding an audience with his ignorance on this aspect of past lives, thereby creating another 50 misinformed people, who will each go home and "enlighten" another 20 of their friends when they share what they "learned" at this workshop...and so the ignorance is passed on.  Oy.

Having said all this however, I must say there really are rare instances where people just happen to be well-known characters from the past, and visual documentation of the past life person does happen to exist.  I think David Wilcock is an example of this, and that he really was Edward Cayce in an immediate past life.  I'm not into astrology. but I did find the similarities of their two charts quite striking.  David and Edgar's lives have been wrought with uncanny synchronicities, and this is only one of them.   But this is, like I said, an extremely rare case.

I just don't know how to sort these wonderful things out with the know-it-alls I've encountered embracing their staid, preconceived rules and regulations, other than to just not discuss it with them in the first place, pearls before swine, and all that.  That's the route I've found most effective, and the route I tend to take.  People put up walls of ignorance that are too tiring to attempt to scale.



2. The Past Life Person Must Be of the Same Sex and Gender Identity

Anyway, another misconception, as I mentioned above, is that if you're a certain sex and gender in this lifetime, you must have been that exact same sex and gender in your past life or lives, too.  You're supposed to come back as a little mini-me of who you were before, right?  Again, this rigid thinking I have found to be quite incorrect, both for men and for women.

In our societies we assign so much meaning to sex and gender identity, it just gets psychotic and ridiculous.  It is a politically, socially, morally charged subject.  People kill other people over this topic.  So many schemas are piled upon our thoughts about sex and gender, that we project them and overlay them onto totally unrelated things.

But the soul doesn't care about this crap, as we do.  It comes back how it believes it needs to come back, in whatever state of being it needs.  I've had males get indignant when I told them about a female past life, as though I am intimating that today they're gay or something  (and we wouldn't want that, omigod no! ...homophobic much?).

People tend to project their current life values onto how they believe the past life person should be, and miss entirely the lesson(s) presented by that lifetime, the whole purpose of past life information.  Learning about one's past life should not be for sensationalistic purposes, but should be viewed as a teaching tool for spiritual growth and self-awareness.

A case in point...



3. The Past Life Person Must Be in Accordance with the Moral Values of the Current Life Person

This is less of a misconception and more of a "disappointment," than anything else.  People get upset when their souls were involved in things in a past life that the soul is against in this life.  Here is an example of that:

I knew one guy who I clearly saw had been a Buddhist monk for many lifetimes, which he had already known before I pointed it out to him.  But I also saw that during the World War II era, he became a Nazi assassin, a very good one, in fact.  In the current life he is reliving his Buddhist meditational life, what his soul knows best and feels most comfortable with.  However, he finds there are all these souls in this lifetime that he somehow feels obligated to, as though he's making amends to them for something.  This had always puzzled him.  Also, he had visited Europe and said that when his foot touched German soil, it felt chillingly familiar.  "I knew I'd been there before, I just knew it," he told me.

He suffered a great deal of cognitive dissonance concerning the idea of having been a Nazi in his past life.   The seeming confirmations were there, but it did not match his current perceptions of himself.   "But, it's against everything I believe in," he protested.  "I don't get how a switch like that is even possible."  Yet, it made perfect sense to me.  I saw clairvoyantly that in his first few lifetimes as a monk he started out very sincere, very loving.  Lifetime after lifetime he kept coming back to this lifestyle.  He had stunted his own growth by not trying new things, not exploring.  He wasn't growing any more spiritually.  It had become too comfortable for him, too safe.

He was bored and had begun intellectualizing the loving message of the Buddha.  He was no longer operating from a heart center, but was all in his head with this.  Buddhism had become a matter of following strict rules and regulations.  And while he excelled at living this lifestyle, took it very seriously (perhaps too much so), as with any religious group there were many who didn't, and this greatly angered him.  Behind the pretext of purity there was elicit sex and other offenses the monks did which opposed the very rules they swore to uphold.

He grew more and more conspiratorial in his nature, eyeing people, judging them, endeavoring to control them.  His spirit had already become an archetypal Nazi long before he had incarnated into the German lifetime.  As a monk he wanted only "purity" in the monastery at all costs.  He wanted to rid it of inferior beings not worthy to be there, not worthy of being alive, really, if they could not uphold the golden teaching of the Buddha.  I know this sounds convoluted, but like I said, the soul's logic is not society's logic.  It has its own experiential logic.

It's understandable, then, how the vibrations of Germany's fascist Nazism would be the perfect outlet in which to exercise the the contempt he felt for others who couldn't conform to the stringent standards to which he could conform, who didn't play by the rules as he could.  As an assassin, his targets were not of the Allied forces, but were other Nazis whom his superiors deemed were not up to par.  With pleasure, he took them out in a myriad of clever ways.  He didn't aspire to being a Nazi  really, he just liked doing the work.  He felt he was making the world a better place.

Will this soul ever take the time, in this or a future life, to learn how to love, rather than control, others?  Will these soul stories help him get out of his head, and get back into his heart center?  These issues are for him to work out, not for us to postulate.  I only present his case here as an anecdote.  We must each mind our own paths.

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It's common with lifetimes that we make these huge swings of the pendulum as this man had, going from one lifestyle, to its seeming opposite, and back again many times.  It just happens that way.  Sometimes, we manage to find a middle ground, but it may take many lifetimes before we accept it, and even more lifetimes before we successfully integrate it.  For whatever reasons, that only our souls know, we choose the paths that we choose.  The more we accept this about ourselves and integrate it, the better off we'll be.  It's not the details of who were that matters; it's the message that counts.

I have tried to integrate this ability to read past lives into my current life.  I would think I didn't come into this life with the ability for nothing.  But too many mine fields people have created within their egos blow up whenever I share what I see and it doesn't match what they would prefer to hear.  I find it a frustrating waste of time.  I do admire people like Anya who have the patience to do that work.  I know I'm just not one of those people.


Thank you for reading.

Neuro Chairs / Trip Seats

I've heard this technology mentioned by many interviewees over the years.  Barry King who worked at the Peasemore DUMB first mentioned them in his The Voice magazine, as well as in his initial interviews with researcher, Miles Johnston.  Preston Nichols and Al Beliek spoke a lot about these, as well.  They reported experimenting with young, homeless victims at the Montauk facility, whom they kidnapped off the streets of New York.  They tortured the kids to split their consciousnesses, enabling their minds to be easily manipulated.

Many super soldiers and other program people have also reported being in these chairs, such as Andrew Basiago, Michael Andrew Pero, Michael Prince, and Stewart Swerdlow,  None of their stories are positive as to their experiences, and the uses of the chairs.  Why can't this civilization use technologies like this for  good?  I'm so tired of the same old script of abuse and fear.  Why won't this civilization write a script of sovereignty, health, and peace, incorporating tech like this for good, for once?

You've showed us how to use it for bad?  How 'bout showing how to use them for good?!!

Any way, as Ilena mentioned, a chair like this was featured in the Stargate Atlantis TV series.  Coincidentally, I recently watched a few episodes of that on Netflix (for the first time), and I was like, "Hey, that's a trip seat!"  Interestingly, some details in the story were consistent with what I've researched about some aspects of the covert programs that utilize certain people in relation to this tech.

For example, the Stargate crew found the chair, but couldn't figure out how it worked, until a crew member with a Scottish last name sat in it.  To his surprise, he instantly telekinetically controlled a spacecraft, and was able to open and close the stargate with his mind.  I think the small detail of his last name was no coincidence, but part of disclosure, as it is believed by some who run these programs that people of Celtic background, as well as certain other groups, tend to have high psi abilities, and therefore tend to be used frequently in these programs.




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That Thing That YOU Do: Living the Ten-sensory Life, and Beyond

Lumping the various psionic abilities humans
have into one "sense" is the stuff of Hollywood
but does nothing to advance an understanding of
who we really are, what we are able to do.  "They"
like to keep such information occulted in secret
societies and military black projects, keep the 
masses ignorant.  Movies like this make that so.

Some people say we have five senses, the usual ones, you know what they are.

Others say we have six senses, adding psionic ability, or extra-sensory perception, to the five "normal" senses.  In this description, however, one kind of psionic ability is not distinguished from another.  They're just all lumped together as one.

I say we have ten senses total, or more.  Each physical sense has a psionic correlate.  For instance, the sense of sight correlates with clairvoyance, smell with clairolfaction, hearing with clairaudience, and so on.  Five physical senses, five psionic senses, makes ten senses altogether.

But wait, there's more...

Other abilities, like mediumship, don't really have a physical correlate.  Add to the fun, as Joseph Sekavec and Erol Asya explained in the Nate Grey interviews, for various reasons, depending on the individual circumstances, people could even have additional subtle bodies added to the one(s) with which we're born.  These additional subtle bodies might bring with them a host of additional abilities such as shape-shifting, kinetics (tele-, pyro-, etc.), command of the elements, and others.

With all this super soldier stuff hitting the airwaves, some might think they're not special, that there's nothing they do that sets them apart.  But that's not true.  Everybody's got a thing they do, maybe several.  You may not know what that is yet, but it will manifest later.  And like me, there may be things you do now that don't seem special but later you read something somewhere and realize everybody doesn't just do that.  That's kind of what I've been going through the last few years.  In the last few posts, I'm just realizing what some of the things I do are.

Everybody has some form or another of psi ability. It is just in our DNA.  It's normal.  For instance, if you always seem to guess who's going to be calling on the phone before they actually call, even kind of know what they're going to talk about to some degree, you have some precognitive ability.  Yeah, the ability may not be to the extent that you are guessing when and where earthquakes are going to occur, still, you have the ability, just on a smaller scale than others who might be stronger in that area.  We see variety in the mundane world, as well.   Some people are really good in athletics, some aren't.  Some people can sing very well, some can't.  Some people are proficient in math, while others aren't. The same applies to psi ability.

To learn what your stronger clair- abilities are, first acquire a working vocabulary and general knowledge of all the different types (so you won't be like me, making up terms like "zooming in" because you lacked a vocabulary for what you do, lol).  Then journal about seemingly odd experiences in your life.  Just write about them, no matter how absurd.  Before long, patterns will emerge, and you will discover what you really do, who you really are.  

That Thing That I Do #2: Zooming In and Out

That thing that I do
 reminds me of that
Google Maps thingy.

The Hyperreal State

I mentioned in the previous post how I zoom in and zoom out when in the hyperreal state.  I will elaborate on that a bit.  The following example kind of demonstrates what I mean.  I am just realizing as I write this that I can just go to that state whenever I want to.  In the previous post, I was there in my dreams in both of examples I discussed.  But I am realizing now that I can just go there even starting from my mundane Terran 3D consciousness, as the following demonstrates.  As I mentioned in the previous post, "shock value" seems to facilitate the connection between this reality and that one, giving credence, perhaps to the theory behind trauma-based mind control.  I don't like saying that.  But I am trying to understand this, and I've learned sometimes you have to go places in your thinking you don't really care to go to in order to learn.



True Soul Form

In hyperreality I can see who people really are, what their souls really look like.  What I mean by that is many human Terrans have souls that are not human Terran.  For some of you, that will make perfect sense.  You know who and what you are, despite your beautiful meat suit.  Others of you are quite enamored with the New Age "starseed" jibberish, and desperately want to single yourselves out from "normal" people who aren't special like you.  It's unfortunate, but cointel pro has done a good job distorting things, creating delineations where there really are none.   We are all starseed.  To be a human Terran, is to also be a starseed, as it is believed our species was formed by combining several other species.   And our sun is a star, after all, ergo.  Think of it this way: to beings on other planets, you're the alien from outerspace.



To Know Me is to Love Me

A soul presented itself to me in its true form.  This was maybe January of 2016 (I'll have to check my notes).  Who was this?  I'm not sure why, but it seemed like it was important for me to see this soul, its true race, despite the human physical vehicle it occupies that blends in with the rest.  I won't say what form this being is, because I have not discussed this with this person, so I will leave out many details (and no, it isn't "James Casbolt," there are many extra-ordinary souls among us, people).  Suffice it to say, I kept seeing this person's true form in my mind one evening in January, and didn't make a connection with it being a particular person.  I just thought maybe I'd watched some scifi recently, and so images were still on my mind subconsciously.  But no, this was a visit of some sort, or an announcement.  This seemed intentional.

Not sure what happened in my sleep that night, but the next morning, an energy signature of the person's true form was floating in the air all around my room, and I could see it extended well beyond my room etherically.  What a sight that was, what a thing to wake up to in the morning!   It scared the bejesus out of me.  This is a huge creature.  Its energy signature I could see flying around, moving and undulating as one of that race would.  There were little golden beams of light that shot off from its body as it whipped around, like sparks from a live wire.  In my experience gold light is known to signify a spiritually adept being.  I saw vignettes of what this creature was capable of doing.  As benevolent as it was, it could be equally destructive.  I would refer the reader to Erol Asya, Molecule Man's comment about his ability to "go global" with energy manipulation, that is to say, affect an entire planet.  This creature could do likewise.  I saw it do things to a planet.  I won't say what.  It left me speechless.

But as huge, powerful and imposing as this being is, it is also very sad on the inside, crying.  In its human life here it has felt bitterly cold and alone, tortured and misunderstood, badly used by others.  Knowing now details about this person's human life as I do, I could totally understand why this soul feels this way.  I think this person would just like people to get to know this person as a normal person, to be loved and not looked at with notoriety and fanfare, as though this person is saying, "To know me is to love me.  Really.  Find out for yourself."

Yet, that morning in my room, I still did not actually know who this was (humanwise).



Zooming In and Out

I was exceedingly curious.  I decided to do some investigating.  I spontaneously zoomed out to get another look at it.  Instantly, I was way up in the air somewhere, my consciousness was that is, looking down on the being, my room, me sitting in the bed, etc.  Still nothing, couldn't make out who it was.  So I decided to zoom in.  Instantly my consciousness shrunk down to molecular-level.  All this time, both with the zooming out and in, I was still physically in my room, sitting in my bed, back leaning against the headboard.  I consider both experiences to have occurred in the hyperreal state.

When I tried zooming in, I could see this person's molecules slowly floating around me, as though in suspended animation.  I reached out and took one into my hand, turning it over, examining it.  I reached up and grabbed another and did the same.  I closed my eyes and vignettes from this person's life started appearing in my mind's eye.  This person's facial expressions were slowly becoming visible, talking to different people, etc.  From this vantage point, I now saw who this was.  I said out loud, "____________, is this you?!  Well, I'll be damned if this isn't ____________!"  For weeks I was dumbfounded, and couldn't say anything to anyone. It was too hard to explain.



Getting Confirmation

Weeks turned into months.  I tried to forget about it, but couldn't.  I really wanted to know if what I saw was accurate, so at this point I needed some kind of confirmation.  So I took to social media and bluntly asked this person about the true soul identity the person was, the true race this person's soul was.  The person confirmed to me what I saw was accurate.  What?!  Now, I was even more dumbfounded!  How did I do that?  More importantly, how did I just know how to do it?  How had it been so accurate?  A person of this person's psionic ability could easily shield and cloak their energy, why was I allowed to know this information?  This kind of thing is a puzzle piece in the mysterious aspects of my life.  I get the sense there is more to my story than even I know, and I have more questions than answers.  As far as this person goes, I will let this person tell their own story, in their own time.  What an incredible story it must be, though.



Remote Viewing

As I'm writing this, I realize I would classify this as remote viewing.  Until now, I just called it zooming in and out, lol.  This is just a thing that I do.  In reviewing what I wrote, from an effectiveness standpoint, zooming out didn't help, didn't provide any useful information.  Zooming in, however, was very helpful in providing me insight into the person's true identity.  That's a "note to self" that I will file away, should I ever need to do this again.

Weeks after this incident, I realized this wasn't the only time I've done this.  Years ago I likewise had seen the true souls of not one, but two other extra-ordinary individuals.  I had the same questions then as I do now, about how I know to do this.  Integrating the knowledge that I have this ability into who I am in my mundane life proves challenging.  Writing (or journaling, as this might better be described) is really helping me put things in perspective.  And writing a public blog is helpful because it makes me try hard to be as clear as possible with what I'm writing.  So, thanks again for reading.  It means a lot to me.

That Thing That I Do #1: Reading DNA Info from a Hair Follicle While in Hyperreality

Hyperreality

I want to talk about a state that I have experienced.  I am not sure what language to use to describe it, what the correct vocabulary should be, so I will do my best.  In many of what I think to be my memories, I experience what I have nicknamed, a "hyper-real state" (wonder if this is the same thing as what people call hyperspace?).  I don't know how that term is already used, because I have heard it before, but the way I am using it is to describe a reality that is an exaggeration of this reality.  My awareness is heightened there.  Things move much quicker there.  It's like a whole different world, that despite it's differences from this one, still resembles this one in some ways, just exaggerated.  I will give you an example of one of the things I seem to be able to do in that state (versus how I am in what I have come to think of as our mundane, dumbed-down, DNA-messed-with, human Terran condition).  Hyperreality seems to be closer to the truth of who we all really are.

Psychometry

Anyway, so my stupid human trick (well, one of them at least, I have others, lol) is, well, I could "read hairs."  I seem to be able to gather holographic information about an individual, a great deal of it, by simply glancing at a single hair from his or her body.  One hair.  Doesn't matter from where on the body the hair follicle originates.  Doesn't matter how long it is.  The best way I could describe this is that it is as though the hair assists me in perceiving a concentrated "package" of unique aspects of that person.  

It is good to write about things like this, to process them.  As I am writing, I am considering having someone retrieve a hair follicle from an acquaintance of theirs, give it to me without telling me anything, and see if I could "read" that hair in this reality, as I could in hyperreality.  I have found that some of my abilities there, do trickle down here, but I experience them here to a lesser degree.

As I am writing this, I am thinking of the term, psychometry.  I guess the hair reading ability would fall under that umbrella.  And when I think of the hyperreal state, I want to associate it with lucid dreaming, dream walking, astral projection, and related phenomena.  Perhaps these states are related.  The experience I had with this convinces me that when spell casting people incorporate the personal effects of individuals in their spell work, like hairs, nail clippings and such, there is really something to that.



"Reading" Someone's Hair 

There are two instances in the hyperreal state where I recall doing the hair reading thing.  Why I had recall of these two instances is puzzling to me, too.  I think what makes them so memorable to me is that I was somewhat "shocked" when I read the information on the hairs.  I think the memory is more salient to me in this reality due to the emotional charge.  In one instance a person was standing and his head was covered with a pillow case (don't ask).  I glanced down at his leg, zoomed in on a single hair follicle mid-thigh (that's another thing I do, zoom in and out, and I mean microscopically and planet-level), and I instantly identified the person.



Reading My (Clone's?) Hair

On another occasion in the hyperreal state, I was doing something and I happened to glance down at my forearm.  I remember exclaiming at that moment, "Whoa, look how young I am!"  I had determined my age by merely glancing at a hair on my forearm.  Then, I looked down at my body and, not that I'm so old now, it shocked me to experience a younger me.  Perhaps my consciousness had been occupying a clone of me at the time, I don't know.   I had to be in a 21 or 22 year old version of my own body, but with my current consciousness, experiences, etc. (otherwise, I would not have said, "look how young I am").  Haha, I really wished I could have stayed in that body, not that my body now isn't good to be in.  But, it made me feel like I had more time, like I could redo some things in my life, you know what I mean?


Man, this is difficult to explain.  I hope it somewhat made sense.  Thanks for reading, anyway.