Ever wonder about what you're here to do on this Earth? Just what is your role? What are all our roles? Okay, yeah, I'm not claiming to have the answers. A wise man is a man who never claims to be wise,. =^-^= But I do give a clue on how to find the answers within yourself in this particular vlog. As well, Choshu discusses her role with the Council on High (Intergalactic Federation or Council of Light or whatever it's being called this month) while we see some nifty footage of the Buddha Temple in Tampa, Florida.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
This one started out talking about MKULTRA and Operation Monarch, but with even the gentleman who wrote the article I found saying he needed to rethink things because his sources had proven to be dubious, I ended up ranting about how women are treated when they go to the comic shop and game store. GIRL POWER! If you won't treat us as good people who want to spend our money, we'll spend it elsewhere. It's difficult to keep a comic shop going even in a GOOD economy! Humbug.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Okay so in this blog I talk a few minutes about one of the departments with the Council on High. Then I talk about Lyrian (and Intergalactic history) while making references to Narnia. Because I'm clever like that.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Last night/early morning I heard people talking about the borders to Kenya. I wondered how (much less why) on Earth America could legitimately get involved with something to do with the borders to Kenya. And something about a J. O'Brien. I've no clue who J. O'brien is or was. I saw his computer window, and his chatroom box. That's how I know his name, if that's his name. It's at least his IM handle if nothing else. *shrugs*
Monday, February 16, 2009
What happens when a golden angel melts into you and you accept your Role for this World? Ha. I can't answer that for you, but I did tell the story of what happened for me.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I was doing yoga a few days ago, a day in which a hateful little troll told me that the advice MZB and RP had passed down to me from their vast experience was a load of BS. This upset me, of course... to be told that the past year was a waste of time because I spent some of it making sure a certain comic script was tidy and worth my attention. (I dislike last minute scripts. You can tell a last minute script in a lot of cases. The dialogue is usually crappy, the characters .5 dimensional much less only 1, and the overall flow says "I'm a lazy writer!".) So I was doing yoga and obeying the commands of a long gone temple to forget about the pathetic little son of a bitch. While stretching I began to wonder. "Y'all know I won't because it wouldn't be justified," I said to the Fishbowl at large, namely the Council of 9 my personal bunch of old men... and whomever else was listening, who can say.... "But... if I WERE to decide to punish that little bastard for trolling me like that, you wouldn't stop me... right? RIGHT?" The response was a vision of the color purple. "What the fuck," I thought as I pulled away disgusted at the response. As I pulled away, however, I also was able to step away from what they were showing me and got a better view. It wasn't just the color purple that they showed to me. It was a cluster of purple grapes. What the hell. While I was driving and pondering the message, someone up there said to me, "The grapes of WRATH you idiot!" LOL Point taken.... but... that wasn't what I was asking, people! I was asking if I really was the boss or was I going to have to go all grape on them!