Seer Diaries #26

𓅞[month of the real me]

so as the tech throttling continues, it turns out that tech companies are evil(going back on what i said about adobe giving free programs too; they're evil too]. my intent with writing over the superrare posts clearly revealing that it is all satanism & then my account gets suspended. it really looks like X is completely a part of the beast system. this has always been clear. at least that there was major suppression after i began posting really interesting things like UFO footage & experiences

in any case i will miss crossing paths with some of you & supporting each other’s artistic development. like i said before it was not the tech but you who was the addictive one/

at this point it is all working for me, there may not be anything that can be said online that i am not already saying in person. it was a useful manifestation technology. now that i’d materialized the vision the use was really to keep warning brothers & sisters about - pretty sure being the warning siren didn’t save everyone but helped some of them help themselves. in that this account was likely always limited due to potential subversion

now that is every major social media platform which has suspended my accounts based on only the art & writing you see here.

starting an account in latin america is usually enough but i had many other flags active for potential subversion. then subversion to what? becomes the question - well that would be the same msm mouthpiece, operated by mossad which is essentially the only social media anybody sees anymore - it is all a few currents runnning through secret society connections which themselves were established to root out subversion

 to the preeminence of their thing.

so what becomes of art in all this ? what becomes of true talent ? well i think that was always their angle & we see how the epstein research on traumatizing the mass public factors in. 

likely the whole thing around creative intelligence on the platform is modulated in such a way as to always suppress, rather than rewward - what i found in my own unique path that it led to transcendetal gifts. in learning about the nature of trauma, i’ve found that as long as the subject can transcend the difficulties sustained from the pain their alchemical product becomes more potent. but how many mes exist that didn’t make it ? & why are these secret cults so hell bent on provoking the descension.

any proper reading of my work should provoke more questions than answers

my understaning about their practices is how they are summoning archetypes from the ether & incarnating their kids & families based on that. what i would imagine is that the deeper the merger the more of these gifts pass of between incarnations - it’s like how my merger brought on all the past intelligences of the past mes into existence. so that’s how my spiritual gifts became active

so of course revealing what secret cults do is going to be more censoresd & suppressed than anything really. in ny case whatever oppressions on my voice & past life intelligence s from becoming acrive are all now out of the way. it’s really the work that happens in visualiztions which is all abouyt connecting to the other yous & conjoining them all

now unless i clearly demonstrate all my gifts regularly, as i have been doing, then they do not really reach ull peak ascension & my levititation powers do not become fully realized - this scales along as i get into deeper work as an orator & psychic. as i have filtered through more meditations unpacking the ancient wisdoms inside of me, then levitation becomes more active as a result of the light of consciousness moving through my field at a more rapid rate, unencumbered because of how much meditative strength has been amassed 

the collective intuition has been raised enough to the point where everything is on the surface & easy to discern between right & wrong

on the highest level these power abuaing people in art are stricken by the disease of greed in a terminal way, such that they are now under the function of a demon &rather than the light of the soul - eventually this passes through several stages of normalization

in some way attachment to social media platforms amplifies soul light whiler in other 

in the sense that it was now a bit of the involved work to establish my competitors in the marketplaces whiich is the counterimpulse missing from tech & finance at large - i suppose much of that work just happens in spirit as collective consciousness itself adapts & creates new archetypes

i’m just going to reflect here briefly on the different systems imposing on the confusion of the soul’s true nature. that we wear all those labels & uniforms together 

the whole modern episode had become too disempowering, too threatening to the novelty-creating mechanism governing the whole thing. material distraction was the way of the world. the dissent & free thought immediately snuffed out. those conforming masses had become driven on a switch from one thing to the next. the 

so for many of the followers i live on telepathically & in my art form

but beyond all that i could feel encouraged that the word was still somehow able to split the seed & contribute to healing on all sides, throughout the in betweens & everything that i have understood throughout this process. there would not have been a better teacher

the archetypal settings had begun shifting for me either way so everything was open to a jumble - now if i left the prophesy game as is, the spirit had said that i’d already done enough. i was hurt beyond anything. the gift to see nowadays was more painful than anyone can truly bear. certainly my experiences here on this plane are being logged into the archetypal prophet database as a sort of fortification for posterity

the trust that there was anybody in office or with any authority for that matter, who would be receptive to the prophetic light i’ve channeled is nonexistent. i was ready to go into silence 

now it is tiktok, facebook, instagram & now X who are clearly all within this MSM censorship distinction, targeting many individuals with spiritual gifts who are operating in the world today. so in this sense the thought experiment served the collectives 

nothing coulld really numb the pain. i’d failed while proving a lot of cold things to myself

that noboy was really paying attention. that the collective memory is really plagued. that it was only when i spoke out against putin that my account was shut down.  that uniqueness had been snuffed out. all of the featured artists are interchangeable

beyond that forget artwork, it’s even moreso the way people speak that was equally weighing on me. it’s like all the speech patterns were learned from capitalistic

but yea there is no valuing of talent on digital art platforms - i think everyone has merged to realizing it as a complete joke & the artists participating in this shit are disempowered nerds who are getting preyed on for their insecurities 

just that criticism doesn’t exist outside of tightly controlled reviews stemming from the same groups. that the narrtive is tightly controlled & exists within this vacuous echo chamber of social media

on the tourist front it really felt like some of these people were rolling off the assembly line. they were all having the same frigging conversation. essentially comparing materialist shit, place to place, random thing to random thing. just going back & forth in a circle jerk of opinion. they’ve done very little to resist their programming to the impulses of materialism. they had to react to everything because they were all so molded by their opinions. how could something happen without a reaction. but all the reactivity groomed by this tech disease culture made it so that everyone’s nerves were fried & that they were updating everyone endlessly about each bowel movement they have. and how could a bowel movement even happen without a full report on it.

like everyone has been so nullified but we all view ourselves as so important, that our words are meaningful & cause markets to move rather than all of that being predetermined anyways. 

the amount of naive faith i had in human nature when i first got on here, got flipped, challenged , et cetera, but in the end i still have a lot of faith in the human souls which reside. that the collective light will prevail over whatever mayhem is in store. that even this designation will fade.

primordial forces of disorder will always test, or perhaps the always is this old designation which will fall by the wayside as all other judgements & observations. there is this overindulgent paranoia over ‘preserving’ which in the end preserves nothing, only a vanity which in hindsight needed no such preservation.

like i could no longer interpret many people on this world with attraction. but then again i also had faith in the other mes being out there & plentiful & that at some point i would be attracted to the same things i value in myself

pretty much if we are valuing our accounts, i had amassed a whole bunch of value in the sense, in the very objective sense i had compiled a ton of value - it was under suppression the entire time. what it realize

the state of crypto art is a bunch of people misdirecting their energies. it was so obvious to anyone supporting that my account was under suppression. now let’s go back to the root of the suppression - oh right he was helping people - he was revealing secret cures - he was subverting the control apparatus. to really understand that now very little on the internet will be worthwhile from this point on & i had to let my page become the actual legitimate dark web

like what if the norms around eating change. or the norms around relationships. that suddenly  was u marriage understood as a binding attachment

so the pathways to spiritual liberation were bound to upset everyone, but if something like this would bring to the surface then

so pretty much what was confirmed to me was that nobody is actually interested in the collective well-being. no solutions are being spread. activism has been repressed because the programming on everyone’s phone is too overpowering. human beings are yet to develop the needed resilience. anyone who sees the power of the future temptations understands that the light of the human soul still has evolutionary periods to undergo in order to survive

on the personal level, i was getting exhausted by the levels of materialism in travellers here versus when i had first arrived, when it was still more a destination for the conscious-minded traveller. Within my period here i had seen the spectrum shift. at the expense of my tarot business becoming less, while my art business growing & becoming more.

i suppose i experienced those very sane changes simultaneously, with the collective

as far as stealing my entire career, i made that very hard to do. unless whichever actor is ready to go throw a lot of discomfort

it’s funny the lengths they were willing to go to cover up the soul’s true nature. then we figure it out ayways in the end.

the ideation around ‘relationship’ mas wrong. it is clearly normalizing severe attachments. the most pure relationships exist without identity, naming, or expectations. the tarot practice had shown me too much about how relationships are soul-binding & avoiding them is beneficial to the pursuit of spiritual liberation. this is mindfully removing all invisible limitations in place, surrounding the sou;’s journey.

it felt like this invisible mass of human emotions i had taken on & packaged for recycling. what it felt like was that i was this conduit for recycling of human emotions. that i was meant to serve collectives in this capacity

the truth about me was that i could go inwards at any moment, feel everything that was present for me & that alchemize it. the emotional spectrum had its correspondences onto the astral field. if i felt any troubling emotions i could redirect it positivey, or shift the polarity of whatever was present. the magick, magical power

whatever what i had known for a while was that my work is done, that i was on a victory lap, that i could do as i pleased for in the eye’s of god i had reached peak perhaps the account closure was the correspondence.

in any case, i was always facing the direction of the art’s best interest. so even if that came at the pain of my lower selves. but my immortal state was so overactive that the lower selves really could no longer take much more of ahold without me being bombarded with radiant light & joy & pleasure as though like air in my surroundings brought the very reinforcements that my beleagured defenses had called upon.

i was hardly experiencing the same life as it was constructed a few years ago. that i had shifted from the unlearning

the voodoo they were trying - i was already powerful enough to know that it had no effect

i think it is sad that we have collectively allowed things to happen - it is not evolved. and im done reading cards for the vanity or ego or directionless path but rather only to align towards divine justice, however rare that work may become less frequent. i ha

my hatred for the gringo race was at an all time-high. they were all appearing as these snot-infested babies & i wanted them to just take care of themselves for once. like the bluelight exposure & diseases was all too much to bear

it just became a complete joke. i am someone with three novels, a massive collection of writing & art. a real world prescence for over a decade. i have contributed more to the art canon here than anybody - yet there is no patform support. not even an answered question or reply. when asking for clarity about the future & legacy of the work on the platforms, i never recieved a reply. so unless you are within this little circle jerk of illegitimacy & corruption then you are not worthy of a response. essentially they all know it as a sinking ship from the inside but they are still trying to scrape some money out of users so they don’t want to hint you in on that. 

it’s like the mental clarity of an environment getss disturbed when there is too much noiuse present - that’s what it had become with tezos. art could no longer exist here. it’s like trying to open a library at a dance club. it just cannot work because it is already designated as a dance club. when an art platform decides to endorse pornography then art ceases to exist because art has to have soul, otherwise it is just pornography. just because it is still calling it art elf art platform doesn’t change the fact that it is no longer art

so sad watching how the space detoriated to nothing. now some desperate platform artists want to parade around in some image of success when they aren’t convincing anyone exist the most naive cliut-chasing demographcs

like let’s be real, nothing has ever come of it for me & i have produced more work than everybody, networked a ton, sold enough in real life to live off of just art sales. not once an oppurtunity. not once a platform feature. not once even a reply that we are not censoring you.

least i got throat g the psyopp of ‘my art isn’t good enough’. breking thraough that came really easily once i learned i can survive off of it

my whole thing has just been my disgust with people. i sincerely hadn’t felt a strong attraction for someone in a while. i have been trying to run from this place now that people come here lookingg for people like me. it’s like why do i have to dodge photos all the time. it is total exploitation considering just how many places my likeness has ended up & how

it’s disgusting that we let fraud pass for this long


notes - 

i have achieved a trance state to ignore all the gringo bullshit(& that refers to latinos just the same as white people for real)

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writingart.me month of the real me

Seer Diaries #25

𓅞[month of the #neveredit movement]

my biggest problem is that i have a prevalence of good ideas coming out of me all the time. they all demand energy & often i get scattered. i am just trusting the next right thing i am doing is right in the flow of everything. no time to think. i was just doing a few miraculous things all together, melding together all i know.

we are not all equal - one of the biggest lies of all - we are all transiting this realm in different ways, on varied arcs, towards different experiences - parts of our souls get reutilized many times but the core essence of the individual soul is  once - think how i am nietszche nostradamus & plato, but i am my own unique soul signature also

i am the original psyop. then i started outing myself. my true will is as it is. it is all out in the open - all through my writing are my intentions; pure as can be; obvious that this destiny was cast upon me - will JK and/or RFK give me some alternative to marina abromonovic capitalizing off of my legend? are they all in cahoots? highly unlikely - my best move is to just keep meditating in a liminal space & controlling the board from the fringes - i am the lynchpin - i am the mob - i am at the intersection of the cia & the kgb & lsd - i gave them the maps, the plays, the charts - why? because i trust in humanity & that they have been deceived into sacrificing a part of themselves - they  have convinced themselves that human sacrifice is an integral element of society when it is not - 

where do i come from? i’ve been in their lives forever - we were here  at this crossing before - i was alive in atlantis - i was a child prophet who was revered by the giants & the hybrid beings of those times - i gave visions to the kings - i invented experiments - i contributed to the creation of domestic cats - i was revered by the animals of the day, the hermaphrodites, the hybrids, the savages, the unfortunates, the down-trodden

the surge in ai chatbots serves pre-established communities well

to anyone aware of spiritual matter - whether the art has soul in it is really easy to tell - it is totally an objective thing - so is the spiritual evolution of the artist - like when two beings look to a spirit & get the same messages - 

 but i don’t deny the influence of postmodern disempowerment & architecture intended to break the human spirit - i also don’t deny some place for it in the spectrum of beauty - if only 

MAYBE I A MY YELLING BECAUSE I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND AND I NEVER LERNED HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS PROPERLY BECAUSE I WAS RAISED BY WOLVES

I GET TO BE THAT VOICE OF REASON - THE VOICE OF CHAOS - THE VOICE OF NECESSARY DISORDER - the voices of disruption coalesce together in a higher harmony than anything has ever been sensed before.

i have nothing to prove - i just say this here to get myself hyped

i am bewitched to always have the right message psychically - whereas the lady ranting at the wrong person today in the square was really that the messages were for me - one seer biking guy who was with her commented on seeing the alien presences near me - the lady medium was pulling from parallel realm so the message was delivered to me but she chased after the wrong person - they looked frightened but she did look sober as fuck - she referenced my coffee meeting - she said she was warning me - that i would be slaughtered - this was just as much the invisible dark realm paralleling my rise in faith to introduce the seed of fear -whether to trust the messenger ? theroretically yes she warned me of slaughter which is what any typical person’s reaction would be - or those operating without fear of transparency - we are in the phase of corruption in plain sight & enough manufactured division to keep the common people at bay from unifying to hang all the plutocrats & pedophiles

these mothafuckas all foresaw your coming - they knew you were about to reveal some shit - so now do it bedcause everyone been awaiting you for centuries 

i have a jew mind from having awareness of all minds while not being within any one permanently - praise allah/yahweh/ra fusion

if i am not jew then all future mes cannot be jew

when the pueblo is getting too comfortable i just start giving public orations & pontificating

i am serious - if not for me then who ? ! ? !

it takes some a long time of harness the willpower & you can eventually move things with your mind - just applying the general idea of how what i am writing about is usally refleceted in my environment, somebody will say the word i just typed - like consciousness antennae stuff - so if i want my environment to change i have to change what i am thinking & what i am writing - then it will shift

politican of some matter of power appeared in my environment as i was exercising this degree of control in my environment - ruling out all aberrant frequencies in the field first lowered frequencies getting lifted first - birds swarming - gentle warm air from somewhere - a series of long observations because of all the prophet power on my aura - this many prophecies in a year charges the aura a whole different way - some looks of recognition - anyways i was somewhat recognizable in that unconscious i know this from somewhere everywhere sense - the inventions in mmy brain were all there for when the adjacent business structures & solutions presented themseves but oftent hese thing on the astral plane feel like a game of poker on the heart spectrum & monitoring the empathic fields of certain astral bodies for emotes in logbook. a look of admiration from an asian girl in the window - in some way i had done great work for the asian communities - black buddha has set some shit straight for them 

the obsevational fields were what locked off teleportation so there were still places around where there were residues from such frequencies & these ancient traces could be interpreted & learned - but where there is least observation

I AM BEING MORE FORCEFUL IN ALCHEMIZING EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY AND INTEGRATING THE ENTIRE COLLECTIVE

EVERYBODY IS OUTLETTING THEIR ANGER ON SOCIAL MEDIA SO IT IS PEACEFUL IN AMERICA BUT ALL THIS REALLY CURSED ENERGY IS BEING PROJECTED AT PALESTINE

IT IS NOT A GOOD SIGN TO SEE ME WHEN A THING IS STARTING - I AM MORE ABOUT ENDINGS BUT I SUPPOSE ALL THINGS ENDING MUST HAVE BEGAN

i would imagine many cases of a person channeling start off because of near death experiences & pain

uniting the heavens & the other realms of experiences - mapping the portals through meditation & word rather than anything georaphical 

satanism & materialism block a lot of 15th century transhumanism not to be confused with technocratic transhumanism - this one is about supernatural abillities & transcending humanity to merge closer with creator & inner alchemical prima materia source formula to retain freewill

whoever i am i am exercising my free speech to an unprecedented extreme

remember that if you are broke you got more thereoteical money than anybody

controversial but some spiritual development leads to insights that contradict family values

keep progressing at this steady rate of mania that is sustainable



link to my first novel PDF is here:
https://teia.art/objkt/855671


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month of the #neveredit movement

Seer Diaries #24

𓅞[year of the shifting histories]

 

BE SO FLY THAT IT DONT MATTER 

confirming alien intelligence all the reverence for educational big whigs goes out the window. what some philosopher has to say means very little when everyone is channeling thoth. a great equalizer with the force switch on language learning especially. besides the intuitive power which arises from this force

problem with a lot of this structure is that it doesn’t give much room for dissenting opinion - people become engagement bots thinking stats matter & dissenting opinion especially ones innovating to reformulate collective structures get immediately tuned out. as the structures only work for those enforcing the order. 

the spirit was now coaching me telepathically having moved to clearer grounds - my empathic field had built up resistance but there was no use pressuring it while home - at least while home i could relax with no shared empathic fields for a while. this had been many years coming. for years i have not had a living situation clear of noise or other people. 

a lot of my buyers cringed as i crossed over yet again from the typographical style which had yielded high commercial stats 

but when i get on the line with the spirits and they commune & i ask what they want to make manifest in the physical world then they started steering me away from typographical works but back into my drawing, painting & finding the opportunities for physical installations 

they steered me back to the basics - the foundational cornerstones to my artistic practice 

then the clarity i was afforded for long-form concentrations now that i was out of the noise/spirit restlessness of s m. the place itself was mine -  i had processed every phase of the alchemical process within, as guided so by the spirit of the place. 

firstly the process for becoming a symbol, or archetype in a place is hostile pushes through phases of transformation that are nauseating, physically so as well 

beyond that if carrying multiple symbols on your aura, these acclimation processes become more challenging. to sense that first the human being morphed into these energies is then subject to viewing by others having attained a similar manner of spiritual light. then there is the movement of awareness to turn your aura incognito in some places 

some locals from the area projected hate at my artistic success - somehow shaming buyers for not buying from guatemalans. the same hatred & shaming. perhaps their lack of perspective is what made them lack the understanding of what art collectors wanted .. perhaps it was. up to them on their personal journeys  to learn that. while they carried these indigenous only attitudes they would forever be stunted in auric weight, as a result of carrying repressed anger. 

i would observe some, not all, locals hate foreigners who were simultaneously the ones giving them business. i did not understand at all. for a second i understood the success of my art to be in its uniqueness in a place that had a national art culture agenda grooming tipicos & colors & the same volcanoes for sale at every art store - yea of course what i was offering was a hit because people finally got to discover something new. 

but i learned because of the hatred & territorial feelings i had to morph to unfeeling, adaptable & without territory subsequently merging to be owner of all territories - the great understanding of ‘having nothing is actually having everything’ 

so the minimalist, monastic house just outside of the swarm or hive of activity from where i could fulfill my service to the world. 

i had sold out to a few prime walls in town & had select works in some stores. the seer practice had slowed down in lieu off the art business but i saw how they went hand in hand. i saw how the clients were manifested as a matter of service & as long as the availability was there, they would present. i was doing simple clearings & spells. i was expanding to some services that i would best typify as light awakening. here i would simply chant on a person’s heart with significant emotion/heart wrapped up in the intent, to this effect on people where they felt reset towards a blankened state, feelings of clarity would follow the initial discomfort of the chanting period 

it’s like my life had become this vivid dream   & i was awakening others to that potentiality in themselves - to live in the moment - to live symbolically - i could awaken others to this other world - at a certain point it is not about the words that i am  saying but rather the heart i am emitting’ 

so here was it, the corporate structure did not want any potential to awakening leaking in the media so i am naturally feared & restrict3ed. so when you see the opposition, just immediately understand they have been working within this field of constriction whereas everything was available to me. nothing was off limits. 

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in terms of tension i create in the marketplace i suppose that is observed on all planes too. i threatened tradition -there was no hiding that. and 

beyond that, i was deepening the trust in my own heart. i was trusting that it could swerve me from any real potential danger. i was knowing that the heart knew the way. in this manner the mind could hardly rationalize. 

the loss of perfect. as perfect was created by mind. simply within a game you created to experience this all even more fully. 

should you have been an animal or another type of animal perhaps you must have had to strive to even be readng this, to even be human it must have been sought by the heart. 

writers talking about spiritual topics could often get derailed as the topics themselves become rabbit holes of interference that then reaches back through the hole to observe you & distort things a bit more. the topics for writing merged with lookout for the collective good, fundamental revelational type work- could be more oriented atround the symbolry that would enhance my personal vision rather than distract. so here i was brandishing Kali Warrior Goddesss to invite visitors to my mystical garden as my work with the tarot deepened also. 

the tarot became my connection cord when the environment was thick with energies to distract, like the public walkway. when i was in the forest i needn’t another tool to recieve the message as it was truly that clear. again another wave test on me as a subject - 

the quiet is now appreciated like it is its own drug. thoights of relief over not wanting kids came through. like having kids usually sentences people to the matrix reality whereas that doesn’t always have to be the case. 

i don’t think people are evil . i think when under the thumb of oppression a lot of people do evil things. 

to reach back through the security camera to bust it with my mind

 extra notes.

this point here i decided to make affirmations recordings. such a simple idea that i even got into the voice memos - like there was this fear of actually doing the work fully. to do the work fully meant an absolution of what it meant to be me. i kept roaming through this identity loss, re-identify for some reason, uh purpose, service to the plane that spawned you - primordial attachments, fully going down the lists of those. sun the sun birthed me as it did all other beings on this plane. we must be mostly sunlight. pressurized into water & plasma 

there were these nervous energies on the collective empathic fields which were tantalizingly difficult to transmute but i could do it. i was asking this alien to shift a lot overnight. essentially i wasn’t burdened or tasked with anything about payment, nor would i ever request anything like that, nor would i ever really take much credit, except here when i talk to you. there is some observation over everything that is ongoing that i knew was being observed quite better than anybody. 

like nobody on this world is as aware as i am how alien races are watching over us

but yes thank you all for listening & sorry about how long this update took. it's like the reorientation of my practice & all the new exposure delayed me. these days i am writing more.

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year of the shifting histories

Seer Diaries #22

𓅞[week of the lots]

my mythical power is undeniable
i’m a fable. something like cain & able

it’s truly glorious
how with just the lord hermes
i built an empire & now theirs is worthless

- note: [𓅞seer diaries #21 - week of the live writing] is backdated for a later release -

beginning to shoot the ‘Galactic Inferno Psychedelic Space Western & 予言’ has been enrapturing. beginning this film inspired me to keep that prophetic light moving. so young prophet move that light. move that light. the film was pivoting off of all the actual work. exaggerated but true & real. i enjoy collaborating on stuff too. i guess i’ve said enough.

this week i’ve been prophesying like no other & spending a lot of time in the receptive egolessness for this type of work. by the time i finish my days it takes me a long time to get going & shift to the ego-driven written work & art. like i feel totally blank as a function of being clear to see. to write after all that takes coming back to my body. like an entire head change. if i have excess thoughts then the intuition gets blocked. so i stay clear & let myself feel everything so that i can give reads.

i was pretty happy just giving readings. back at my booth. i was super tuned in. i was hit with messages about whoever presented for a reading before we even started & it was always right. my skills were really getting fine tuned. i just had to trust that whatever thought i was having was there for a good reason. i love playing with my powers. there is this very realistic part of me that is always amazed & is hit with waves of disbelief no matter how many sessions i do & how many times i come correct. i felt that part of me slowly eroding.

it is an important part of my role to hit the disbelief switch for the skeptic. i just had to get them through the door enough so that’s where my street venue served its purpose. it was like the bridge between realms was super wide there. just a couple right guesses about whoever was looking at my booth was enough to pique their interest, enough to make them consider the possibility that it was all very real.

there wasn’t the protective concern of the typical cabalistic, or christian mystic because i knew the protection was within me. that with the power of my thought whatever i felt on others could be flushed, but i certainly had to feel what was on others.

love, heartbreak, detachment kept happening as people moved in & out of the picture. it wasn’t something i could clear just with a snap of the fingers & some smoke. 

love was the only mystical weaponry that had any power over me. 

love could sideline me from work for a day or two to recover from it. almost always replenished by new love but i always had to release the feelings otherwise it would just be a cover up. love was the only magick that could hurt me.

everyday back was pretty smooth except for sunday which turned out to be much slower than usual. it served to plunge me deeper into the routine of it. it’s a bit of a lazier day. though much more interest did arise, i started succumbing to a bit of listlessness from a shortened night of sleep the night before.

there were so many interruptions in the night, then the police cranking music when i was trying to sleep in. neru climbing back into bed, waking up a couple times to pee. so the fractured nature of it all was already affecting me. i felt a bit heartbroken midday as someone i had caught some feels for left for a while & felt there was some emotional processing that had to occur first before the reads started to flow again.

i often give people in the street a couple guesses for free as advertising & those seemed to be flowing & i was hitting but they all seemed to make appointments for another time. i’m part convinced it’s just where my own consciousness is at & not the beliefs of others. like on days where i'm feeling a bit rough, the work doesn't flow. i was hitting a wall that day, so i just started writing which likely helps unlock whatever must be unlocked. also to be really seen risks breaking down the ego. most would rather take photos with me & collect the experience of being offered a reading by a seer. there are a lot of nerves when people risk being really seen & a few correct guesses can intimidate people.

literally i just want to use my gifts & on slow days like Sunday it can get frustrating even when i preview the gifts a bunch of times early. it’s like there wasn’t so much interest in self-mastery overall i guess. maybe i had to take a day off? maybe people were afraid of those with actual psychic powers? really the most enjoyable thing for me these days was hitting on a bunch of guesses, showing tourists how this cosmic continuum thing works, & guessing what they ate for breakfast, what their job is, how they feel about said job, if their partner has cheated, if the relation is good for them, their grandmother's favorite color, et cetera, et cetera

there's the therapeutic part of what i do but also the performative. i enjoy both sides of it.

i decided to stay later that sunday & eventually had some work.

became so comfortable leaving my stuff out in the street knowing the range of alien curses which would hit whoever dared to take a stone off of thoth’s altar. so i was really comfortable walking away for periods of time when i needed the reset. once you see aliens & confirm your power, there’s not much anybody can do to move you from your archetypal path.

it was weird the contrast between my interests & the base interests of most people. I’d be sitting at the shop & crossing paths with tourists who were carrying these very material interests, concerns with ego, extension of ego -  & i’m here dissolving ego into egolessness so that I can maybe teleport & levitate.

this was hilarious to observe. it was no longer getting me angry. artistically, I would tell all of them that their style needs a reworking completely because everyone was tired of it & that it was actually just an imitation & not authentic, that we could essentially find & isolate your clone, or the source clone.

if they ever stopped & risked their fragile egos I’d tell them how i feel about their style.

really i had to communicate all that without getting overaggressive or loud because my friend who owns the coffeshop across from my spot hit me with an increase on coffee price as a punishment these last days after i got loud with somebody i was criticizing. i accepted the tax. all the relations are still smooth. it wasn't like i was angry. i was just communicating a critique with the force of thoth behind me. that can get loud yea.

in regards to seeing work, truthfully it took all of me being in it for all the workflow potential to unlock. i was comfortable with the demands. i’d settled into the weedlessness quite comfortably. like i’d hardly ever think about it. it was an easy sacrifice given how much less prone to over-thinking i was as a result & the work was far more important to me.

i was meditating quite a lot. it was really enjoyable. my astral travel was bringing me all over the map to what i needed to know so that i could fulfill all the archetypal arcs. once all that message & information was clear then i’d be free to just be still. 

there was a lot of community consciousness messages. there was a lot on the archetypal seer consciousness as far as messages. there was a lot in the way of messages in regards to antichrist consciousness. there was a lot.

so this entry was a little one.

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year of the scarecrow

Seer Diaries #20

𓅞[week of the grand transmutation]
i miss certain eras of my life where i was living in whatever place & recall it with this tainted hue. the euphoria filter. i'll probably recall these current times with this filter since i'm hopelessly addicted to nostalgia.

should be dead. here's my improbable survival rate:
suicide attempts, a few
drug overdoses, multiple
attempted murders, two
bike accident, near death

no exaggeration, there was a period in my life where i kept respawning on ambulances like i was playing grand theft auto. waking up in hospitals with my weapons gone & some of my money taken. it's been a long time since all the deaths, revivals, transforms - but still good to remember to feel grateful for the present.

if you only knew how restless & ready to die I once was, you’d be impressed by my discipline, structure & health now. you’d agree that there’s some miraculous force behind me.

convinced of my own immortality, or at least that there's no way out but through, i had to keep living. eventually i found the will to live.

the whole reason i’m experiencing all this pleasure is because i’ve felt all that pain.

it was the atlanteans who were not letting me die, or shifting my world to the one where i survive. they were operating in the background even before I knew what that force was. there are many probable selves on other worlds. there are many worlds where i don’t exist. 

perhaps it’s all the result of self-imposed karmic agreements that are held in place until they are all settled. pretty sure it’s all pre-determined in the in-between place with thoth. pretty sure i'm some kind of archetypal anchor on this world.

service to the great work is the most rewarding & fulfilling activity in my life. a couple classes. a few readings this week. plus i had multiple spirit clearings. one was an enjoyment sauna with a couple women which ended up turning into a clearing. the unseen force is like 'yes you better do this anyways even if it’s not paid & just for enjoyment.’

i was washing beautiful women with holy water, cleansing & purifying while chanting & being in close quarters. though i’ve done plenty of clearings on men, i think the ones with women flow more effortlessly.

my consciousness was making my reality as i saw the ripple effect outwards of all my words, so i was being sure i was saying the right words & emphasizing what i wanted to experience more of. it’s still like i wasn’t really attracted to anyone except those i could help unblock their potential to a fulfilling life. though i could still see these people are generally very desirable by others.

a lot of sexual energy i get tasked with transmuting after the spirit sees me as capable of doing that type of work. like it’s been aligning really hot exotic girls, in groups to be naked & it’s because the spirit knows I won’t succumb to lower impulses.

all the energy i was shipping from my lower to higher chakras was giving me a stomachache as that body point corresponds to the willpower & the hurt was strengthening it in this way. what i found was that after exciting all that energy that getting home & having my cat sit on my belly would help shift it. it’s magic how he removed that for me. understandable because it’s a bundle of astral light & he’s purring/chanting on the spot so the vibration breaks it up however. also i’d have to write. i’d have boundless energy to create.

one of my clearings was with a dragon sign woman, so i felt i was being taught a lot about this sign through interactions with people. chanted in the sauna. washed with holy water. something so primal about the fire element bonds, sitting in heat & releasing whatever.

the steam bath i use is a stone enclosure which you feed firewood into from the outside. when inside, you pour water over the stove & breathe. sometimes mixing the water with oil  - eucalyptus usually. the idea is to enter into the light body & into the breath. continuously as you heat up, the life-saving parts of your body’s cells are called into action - stem-cells. the entire body is forced into regeneration because it thinks it’s dying. while more in the light body, one can also clear more in the way of cursed energy, negative patterns, anything existing on the plane of light. this is a bit the healthy simulation way to get the life-changing benefits of near death experiences without the near death experiences. shucks wish somebody had told me about this before; maybe i wouldn’t have had to go through all the actual near-deaths.

the chanting helps get astral light unstuck too. that’s my quick understanding of how it works.

atlantean spirit would keep crossing paths with these types of smoking hot - though i’m still not totally attracted to people - exotic babes because it knew that I’d be able to resist the lower impulses & transmute their negativity with them to the higher centers, usually to the end of creating art. my former self would have thought this to be a dream, but my former self wouldn’t have been able to assist. it’s a matter of ‘become available to assist smoking hot mamacitas & they will come.’

someone from the opposite end of the spectrum may assume that my clientele as a seer is mostly hippie folk but actually the opposite is true. i’d say doctors, medical professionals, business owners & people working in big tech make up most of my clientele. it’s like i’ve distanced myself from the hippie crowd as they can often be time wasters who pull me down & drain my energy, while entering into some competition with their spiritual ego - like to demonstrate how much they know. i'm not here to flex my ego or talk when it's not to assist. the lips of wisdom are closed except to the ears of understanding.

besides the clearings, i was working with a filmmaker who was overseeing me, so it’s like i suddenly had a boss too. 

i was also teaching more classes to the future seers which went well. i'm really enjoying this part, even moreso than doing individual sessions. what happens when all the seers i saw start seeing for themselves? i guess this is another movie.

just the flux of deep intimate connection & snapping out of it. the transient nature of where i live was getting to me - or could potentially get to me. going deep & formulating emotional bonds then saying goodbye. it’s why i was more leaning into my co-creative bonds for long-term projects.

two months with no weed & this week was perhaps the trickiest cravings i’ve had yet. kept trying to justify smoking a joint, then reminding myself of all the good dreams, the saved money, the better workflow overall, & kept opting out of it. was offered a joint by a beautiful young lady i was sunbathing with & declined in the interest of the whole prophet arc. i really liked myself & how i am around others without any weed happening in my eyes. it was mostly that i really liked how my eyes look clear.

it seems i fill my time with way more nourishing stuff. like women & work & men & work & women & artwork & mamacitas & work & friends & writing. & food. for sure food. seems a bit contradictory because of the whole association with the munchies but i have been eating so much more food than usual since ending weed. I only have juice til the afternoon most days. then i start going in on the food for dinner - potatoes, rice, veggie burritos, curries; been mostly avoiding meats, except the occasional can of tuna with Neru.

anyways all that detachment, the lightness of being, may help me shift back to the world i came from. we’ll see. before the atlantean contact I was on a different world. i remember many details about it being different, particularly about people. like things i would not have forgotten had changed, like the astrological placements of loved ones had all been moved around. other things too. i’ve noticed it on a subtler level since then, but just the fact that it keeps happening periodically means that it’s likely i’m shifting worlds every night.

i think the more detached, the less food, the less in the material body, the fewer expectation fields & observational fields assuming where you may be the next day, the more rapidly you may shift worlds. archetypal anchors & causal hooks have got me chained down. don’t expect i’ll be here next week because then you may be limiting my teleportation. thanks

some of the world shifts happened as it was my will, but some may have been my will but i had no idea how difficult it would be at the time. i do believe that i was being pulled out of body & shifted over to the appropriate version of the world many times during the atlantean contact. i felt when i finally came out of close contact & left Mazatlan, that the world news had shifted rapidly to reflect the current version of the world. there was a lot that wasn’t in the news on the original world that suddenly started occurring.

when i checked social media all of the avatars & pfps had changed, so much so that it was really improbable that in a night’s time, so many people had decided to change their profile pictures. same thing happened to gmail. there were some things that just hadn’t existed on the prior worlds.

there were a couple instances during contact where i looked at my phone & it just became a series of numbers & letters. like the atlantean ship was in such close vicinity that my phone was between worlds. 

there was another instance i omitted from the original contact mints because of character limits. i was crossing the street & felt a pull to look up to the moon & there was this bubble in the sky. i didn’t really make much of it at the time but understood that it was the ship I would later see right up close. (the original unedited account is on my personal page - writingart.me - if you want to read)

the world i came from was not so deeply & openly satanic. it really felt like it shifted overnight. like thoth was like ‘okay antecristo, we need your ass on this world to end all that. & the mission is pretty simple: we just need you to take the speaker systems away from the christians’

just playing about that last part. the nearby church is just being really loud, playing shitty music & annoying me as I write.

what i did learn was that many human beings are shifting between realms. some human beings get stuck on this realm for a repetitive sequence. everyone is on various stages, on different arcs, at different junctures.

so maybe this was a part of the atlantean arc that wouldn't let me die til my own self-imposed karmic agreements are fulfilled:

here's a tangent about the in-between process i believe in which I also posted on X:

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what atlantean contact made me certain of is there's this process after death where the heart is weighed against a feather. the heart symbolizes all your thoughts/feelings/actions in that life. the feather represents universal order. this process take place with thought -

or thoth - all of thought represented in a materialized form. so it is likely you are conscious & able to think during this period of review. you are then either permitted to move through to a lifetime of your choice, should you have proven yourself useful to this higher order -

or thrust back to a similar incarnation as the one you came from, to attempt the same lessons of that lifetime again. if your predetermined tension points are cleared that life, perhaps there is the possibility of living on a different realm of experience. if not, you respawn.

the entanglements are sorted to see you fit for service in the higher realms. they are reinforcements to your soul's progression & aligned with your will. the ancient egyptians would perform the opening of the mouth ritual on the deceased so that the dead could speak their wills during that in-between incarnation process.

it all more or less confirmed that all the difficulties you face are predetermined by the way you decide to orient the stars around your birth, but you do have the free-will to choose which plane of reality to face those tensions -

tensions which are all for your soul's progression towards a different realm if that's your will. most are on different arcs to shift realms. the egyptians simplified this by calling it the way of Osiris versus the way of Horus, but i believe it is likely to be infinitely more complex.

the goal of alchemy is to have total free-will in this process so as to be able to move to higher plane & then have the option to incarnate from that higher plane. when one shifts onto the alchemical path, it's often like a simulated experience where everything just aligns.

souls without free-will are often put into other more oppressive circumstances where at some point their will & faith gets tested, then they're steered onto that ascension path which they follow to move realms. lost souls equate to people who have lost their free-will completely.

just my rumination on the topic but reinforces my belief that there are those who know about the incarnation process & are manipulating it against the public; also that it's a battle of strengthening your willpower versus oppressive mechanisms which attempt to weaken it.

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my will was maxxed out on a hundred thousand trillion. i was back at it, performing here & booking shows in other parts of the country. i was reveling in it. the most comfortable place was to be on stage. i never even felt the slightest twinge of nervousness because this other force would just take over & i felt secure. it always felt like i was exactly where i must be in the world. like when you’re inside of a beautiful pussy. yes, inside of a beautifully tight, warm pussy was how it felt every time i was on stage in the spotlight. 

but yea these supreme acts of creativity are happening for me exactly because i’m avoiding the pussy & making magic with my sexual power instead of wasting it. it’s like with my latest co-creator: i could put a baby inside of her; or we could skip all that noise, the crying, the pampers, & make the next big project instead. do i even have a choice at this point? i have tunnel vision for my vision. i see it.

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writingart.me

year of the scarecrow

Seer Diaries #19

𓅞[week of the nudity]

they’re locked in the system
i’m gripping the wheel
it’s never slipping

you see i’m courageous
the bravest
ten snakes around my neck
like they’re contagious

stepping to my enemies
they’re telling me "please
ante’ just let 'em breathe"

they’re old
i’m clearing the old
destroying the stories they told



presence is everything. i’ve had to snap out of being surprised when people realize exactly who i am.

my very existence is a provocation. nobody meets me by accident. at least i make them laugh.

it’s funny when i give esteemed seers no background & they channel into me for a bit then they’re like ‘you’re the antichrist. i see it’

the system only limits me because they know exactly who the fuck i am too. i’m the final defense against the judaeo-christian control apparatus & their attempts to enslave the human race. i cannot die until i fulfill destiny.



death is an illusion
we’re not attached to life

fear not when you perish
those who you cherish
will see you live on
in your songs



for the naive who think there is not an antichrist, i just reply to that like ‘yea i wish that were true’ & i laugh. it is fun to be a part of the community here & mint art & pretend like i’m normal & like i don’t have an ancient prophecy hanging over my head, so ya keep telling yourselves i don’t exist. i’d rather that.

if you want a tale of actual censorship on X, you can look at the fact my engagement rates are consistently at/or over 60%, while my reach doesn’t expand. elon’s free speech is a lie. sorry to burst your bubble. if you aim your words like weapons right at the head of the snake, they get limited yes.

i only engage with people i fuck with. i don’t need the validation. i just like to know that i’ve hit for someone that needs to hear my voice. it’s like the people in real life here are moderately happy/healthy; the folks on the other ends of the spectrum are more likely to benefit from reading me.

hardly anybody is writing for the right reasons because they’ve been disempowered. they all suddenly believe it doesn’t matter to write because they don’t see it as rewarding at all. but what about the writer who is writing for the outcast? the person who has it rough, who needs to be uplifted, who wishes to see that there is more beyond this illusion? that person still needs me/us to write. that person still needs to feel your heartbeat & your pain & your understanding of things. they don’t give a shit about these clout-chasing materialistic losers who will quickly be forgotten. they need your realness mfer, so write.

for whatever that’s worth, my reach on X doesn’t expand, but look my reach is really everywhere. i can’t walk down the street without photos & flowers & love. i just tune into the collective consciousness of X to see what gridded ‘normalcy’ is like & to uplift others & inspire.

not about the money.

anyways i’m over the whole egotistical thing. i don’t give a fuck about features on some platform where features don’t even matter or make a difference in sales. it’s all for you, the reader.

otherwise this week i’ve been working on projects that i must keep hush-hush:
i make sure whoever i’m working with knows that none of the antecristo thought-form effect is my doing, that it’s this whole energy field that got projected over me because of the rise & fall of empires. it was this improbable juncture in space-time where my soul incarnated & slipped into a crevice where some reversal can happen. 

always warning my co-creators about the transformative danger that they may encounter by working with me: aberrant visions, messengers, etc. they still work with me because at this point most in full consciousness do understand that the antichrist is the only thing that’s holy & pure. whoever sees through the matrix, sees the world as programmed by a religion’s constructs, a religion created by another religion in a fearful attempt to enslave humanity, then of course antecristo-ism is the only pure thing left. 

not that it was always that way. i think i got swapped worlds during the atlantean contact & put on the righteous path(as i mention in the final typed.art mint; which is super hype that i own the final mint of the platform; makes archetypal sense)

though enhanced by the old prophecies, they don’t make me any less human. i become lighter the more i work on myself & old stories don’t change that at all. it’s just the way it is. I’ve gotten out of the expectation of the antichrist & absolved myself of all that misinformation.

if they figure out a way to cancel my political power, which i’m kind of hoping for, it raises my spiritual power to carry out the work of destiny. at this point it just depends the world/timeline i shift onto. we’ll see how it goes. i don’t want politics.

i have no fear of death but i’m unable able to die, despite the many attempts which have been made on my life. i repeat, as the final defense against the judeo-christian control apparatus, i cannot die until i fulfill destiny. this much has been proven. i still live with the national guard because they want me to feel secure.

it’s funny waking up to these officers bumping rap music or yelling ‘me amo la vida’. all fabric in this rich tapestry of great integrity.

what i noticed about Neru this week is that he is getting far too comfortable with the neighborhood cats & dogs. he came home with a swollen eye & scratches & it made me feel like a bad parent. when i asked the spirit realm what happened, they said he took a blow to the face from another animal. i immediately began considering moving him to a neighborhood with better schools & fewer delinquent kids, or keeping him at home for home-schooling. i guess it’s just part of his growing up.

personal creativity is flowing. i felt since purifying a lot, all these other opportunities unlocked fairly easily & effortlessly. it was all my game to win.

old world entertainment is exposed. media is dead. tv is dead. hollywood is dead. we’re the only pure entertainment left. i can’t listen to songs i used to enjoy because of all the connections to satanism. i’d already phased out tv/film for the most part a long time ago. we see through it.

the entertainment of the week was making myself golden brown. i was naked in public for a solid dozen hours this week. no fucks were given & i felt my programming was being absolved. all my nudity back where i’m from would have gotten me yelled at by bostonians chirping to “put some shorts on, kid.” really strange when you consider that people are offended by nudity. it’s like they’ve become so conditioned to covering up their true selves that they project that conditioning out onto others. also that they’re driven into lust by something that is natural by the media overstimulating them & controlling their impulses to act from low vibes. it’s not any sort of rebellious thing or sexy thing but just a being generally healthy thing.

tanning nude after the water lets the sun absorb with the water, revitalizing life force & promoting the regeneration of astral light. immediately after this, i’d feel an increase in strength & clarity for the rest of the day. it’s a reset button from typing at the computer & making digital art. immersing myself  in writing, then returning to the natural world in a healthy balance.

anyways i was doing this a lot. sometimes with partners but mostly by myself. i was clearing whatever tan lines exist.

update on the celibacy: still fine without sex but i have lots of touch & enjoy intimacy. i'd say i'm polyamorous but asexual. i know it may sound contradictory but it's feeding my creativity to skip sex & to use that energy to co-create. it helps my art.

been bonding deeply with whoever i co-create with & spending a lot of time in that transmutative force. my guidance keeps suggesting to focus on those relations.

update on weedlessness: still haven’t smoked any weed. couple months now. no consumption of anything except black coffee.

contemplating a lot. meditating a lot, bringing awareness & restoring life force to the third eye. in general sunlight absorption charges the third eye, keeping channels clear for divine influences after it gets exhausted, particularly for digital artists after screen exposure. 

who needs drugs when you’ve got sunshine & an overactive third eye?


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year of the scarecrow

Seer Diaries #18

𓅞[week of the Nietzsche arc]

-note: seer diaries #17 will be released at a future date-

i often feel this archetypal incarnation is like atum giving a little kid the keys to a lambo & being like ‘drive kid, you got this’. in the sense i’m thrown into the fire wherever i go. i’m always learning highly complex, even dangerous things on the fly. 

it’s been a theme in my life. i hit the expert level first.

i came to the realization that there was the Nietzsche thought-form arc on the antichrist to contest with. that the christian mystics were now to be reckoned with as the dark ones. there was clearly enough misunderstanding I was to clear up. like some progression of Nietzsche was happening too. like his spirit realized all his books did fuckall & attached to my incarnation somehow to carry out his message properly, among all the other spirit attached to me.

back at my place Neru had contracted some fleas while i was away - perhaps from stress - & this was met with an eradication & super big time cleaning. i spent the entire day combing through his hair with a flashlight killing these little fuckers. 

pushed my cat to the edge. all his fleas are dead.

between the mosquito bites, flea bites, spider bites & whatever other metaphysical attack i must have been under at that point, i felt spent. a little bit in over my head. there was so much to defend from that i’d really retreated to more secure areas for my seer readings. the public service of the street prophesy was tuned down for the busy season as I’d already effectively advertised all that needed to be put forward. the whole region knows what i do. if anything i wanted less work than more work but still had to be available when everything aligned & somebody was before me requesting service.

writing still had to take place & the writing itself was grounding these intensely vast concepts & making them material.

it all got cleared & reset. 

there was more nesting happening on the romantic front. laundry days, sprawled out on the canopy, writing & recording & making arts. really it’s what i look for in a partner is someone who can be an old person with me together & read. she was keeping me occupied as I kept up with some new habits. maybe we she was a part of the phase-shift that the spirit said it would reward me for should I follow through on my cleansing. seemed like it. anyways i was just enjoying the moment, in the back of the mind knowing i’m in multiple phase shifts on like seventeen different arcs.

I’d gotten back into reading a book called The Unknown Reality where Jane Roberts channels an entity named Seth. it was truly interesting seeing how she’d been able to dip into trance states & record entire books in a matter of days, then awaken like significantly less time had elapsed. the information given by this spirit was regarding the nature of reality.

when I’d connected to the entity psychically after reading, he said in his voice that he could not interfere because of thoth channeling into me.

I’d been absorbing negativity, curses, harsh emotion from many people like a sponge & it was getting sorted out night after night by Thoth. for example after the run in with this psychic & a number of other shared energies, I felt a bout of sickness coming on, then channeled into Thoth during a clearing & asked about what the next steps were, mostly writing, & as i agreed to carry those out, their healing light would clear the sickness overnight. it seemed to work as I awakened the next morning clear. i was also told that it had cleared faster because of my purification regimen.
 
purification is so important with seer work. the psychic can border on the psychotic & drugs, any drugs, bring a person too close to gray areas to be of service. when totally pure one can sense the invocative power of word, even thought. after enough time like this i could sense myself just thinking & getting myself energized with certain spirits. if there’s a bunch of cloudiness then it is harder to discern what is creating the vibe. if you think on the spirit & it raises your hairs then you know that spirit is present. sensitivity is of utmost importance. unfortunately society, the street, the world doesn’t recognize seer sensitivity. oftentimes failing in the awareness that even a mere eye contact can create a channel where suddenly the seer has to see.

anyways all these capitalist spiritual businesses were fucked by my spirit because it literally went everywhere to haunt them without even my knowing, nothing to do with me & not really my will. I would only be aware if it somehow could help me grow otherwise. I could see them deluded by drugs, afraid when they saw me. i really didn’t have time to give a fuck about their for-profit kumbaya projects going south because it was out of alignment with the real work. i didn’t keep any anger or even take a moment to reflect it back because to do so would be too involve my attention too much. i sent them all vision to know how they were fucking up & to realign.

i always sleep with candles. it keeps things cozy & protected astrally. of course my astral body requires heavy duty protection due to these writings & the work i do. when my candles had gone out in the middle of the night, I had one terrifying dream. it was something straight out of a horror movie but I was pretty lucid knowing it was a dream. it was terrifying. there was decapitation involved. reminded me to keep sleeping with my candles on. I think the murderous, scary dream happened because there was dark energy in the air from clearing the fleas. i’d been in a murderous vibe that night

the rest of my dreams this week were highly instructive, lucid & clear. all very fun & light. they were usually teaching me something. 

i cannot thank a client enough for bringing my thoth statue into the king’s chamber on her trip to the Pyramid, to charge it. burning eucalyptus, putting on egyptian invocation & working with the statue clears everything off of my heart & field. It’s conscious warfare out here in this place. anything i took on was just passing me through levels of transformation & always the following morning it would be cleared.

my mystical force would provoke other mystical practitioners quite regularly, because while they questioned themselves I simply knew i was the truth, because uh the atlantean contact that changed my life remember. I extended this protection along love bonds & ascertained I was shielding them from any negativity passing through. I provoked so much tension & unrest in these people.

the cursed tension from other workers not aligned with the great work pushed a deeper dive into the writing, a more thorough examination of self, more forceful attention to the higher power i knew with the utmost certainty & unshakable belief was there. it was the recalling of energy from other timelines where I’d died, where I ended up something other than what I am to shake them all off of me - but of course only with protective intention. 

i found some of the contact with these dark magicians to coincide with a fever or some other thing which would be cleared with all these tactics, particularly the stronger the attack the deeper i had to plunge into the written work. it was like all the negativity could spill out here & the counter curse protective field was in effect. as long as what i wrote was in truth. it locked away any spells, curses, jinxes, hexes, etc. all just from recording it. the thing it is there was some manner of exposure to this that was coming gradually so that I would be strong enough to expose myself at greater levels of exposure, so I had to write through whatever negativity I took on.

my work was indeed here for now until all the lessons had been learned, all the writing completed & the moment that thought settled into my being, the heart tension was relieved. i could not take the easy way out & move to a place where there was less belief & where there would be a shade of immunity versus this. he said my way out of here was through writing, taking on the intelligence of the place & applying my solo exhibition elsewhere.

I was cutting strings. detaching from relations. deleted whatsapp. killing all limitations. cutting groupchats. if one wants to realize their artistic vision they have to do this.I saw how some artists here were going to keep getting dragged down & limited by the collective consciousnesses they were a part of. it’s like the solo artist who’s a part of a band & has evolved their artistic vision beyond the band

I’d rather everyone be angry with me than be a part of something that will limit me.

my first show back was glorious. the spotlight - there was a spotlight at this venue - is truly my element. i felt like my words were getting more precise. each poem delivered with more feeling. i was in complete control but it was the spirit in control. the crowd was truly under my thumb. i laced in the story behind the poetry during interludes. it was clearly just a vibe that was transmitted more than any words. it would appear like the crowd, of maybe fifty people at this beachside venue, would fall into a trance & grow very silent. i couldn’t take credit for that part. i knew there to be higher forces at play allowing entry-points for messages to a deeper part of the psyche. 

this performance led to a filmmaker asking me to lend my voice for a short film, a request i was quite flattered by & accepted.

these poetry performances were totally in alignment. rather than the fire shows where i always felt undervalued & like it was a past self who was interested in building up ego, when i just simply was not in that egotistical state anymore. plus the payment wasn’t equal to the level of performance i was getting to. how do you compensate something miraculous & priceless?

so i kept cutting cords. leaving the the local circus troupe, no longer entertaining any group exhibition offers. i’d let them make me the villain. they vilify me so that they don’t have to face their own faults, lacks & insecurities.

was i here? or there? there was a constant mode of transition pulling me, then this place trying to keep me. the noise of latin america was getting exhausting. the vendors, the dogs, the national guard i lived with playing random music. i just had to feel everything. quieter places wouldn’t be as easy to sustain doing what i do in terms of sessions for seer work.

i was asking the place to release me bit by bit so that I could pursue other opportunities elsewhere. each observational field, each expectation of my being some place. everyone had all this pent up anger. these strong emotions must have been binding in their way. i wanted to be released from the pull. there were some black hole type places i’ve resided & this was certainly one of them. I’d escaped them all to this point. now I was disentangling & attempting to see what more the place demanded of me. Perhaps it was one more show. Perhaps there were a few more connections I had to make with people. Perhaps there was some level of sitting outside in the forest & waiting on messages from Atum-Ra that I had to follow through with. maybe all of the above.

the spirit had observed my instructions about shielding out the invasive energy & sending back a powerful message that i was shielding it out. he’d crept in my dreams a few days prior & i said if it worked you will signal me by keeping the dream-state very light & sending a message of almighty protection back, so i awakened with nothing on my awareness except happiness & glee. had some cuddles with Neru who was awfully cuddly & didn’t wake me too early.

then as i was awaiting coffee i saw another symbolic confirmation [REDACTED for backdate] i briefly reveled at the clean slate the spirit had granted me for i could not deal with more invasive energy. the obvious exchange was that I am fully committed to service & purity.

later, [REDACTED for backdate]

i just marveled at the inner workings of the all. the spirit was showing me all these things & teaching me as I went. it connected the dots for me & my thinking. when i spoke to it to clear this or that, it did. i could rely on this force.

the spirits are wondrous. they stay with the writing as long as the writing lasts.

what lasts forever? symbols, archetypes, stories, 

myths.

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Seer Diaries #16

𓅞[week of the babushka]

the frida kahlo agreed to watch my place & my cat, as of course the Queen of Wands in the Rider Waite deck sits beside a black cat. i caught a flight to Boston to visit my babushka & family for a few days.

this place had passed me by. it felt foreign to me. outside of family, the most familiarity came from popping into dunkin donuts & feeling everyone stressed & rushed, in construction vests, complaining about how it’s taking 25 minutes for a coffee kid. you can still get the quintessential bostonian experience just by going to the dunkin donuts in east boston. the rest of the city had become hyper-efficient world student achievement center & i just wasn’t in that kind of competitive space anymore.

everyone was charged towards efficiency & moving too fast, afraid they may miss things. when in fact while they were moving too quickly they really missed everything. i’d credited much of the blessed outcomes that came my way in the last couple years to the fact that i’d slowed down completely. i really believe that to see, one must first learn to be.

it’s not that there wasn’t culture, things to do, museums, books, art, but that the whole place was disconnected from really tapping the flow state & the spirit realms which i’d come to rely on & enjoy. all the human connection took place within gridded structures or centers for consumption which many had been priced out of. there wasn’t much eye contact. people even seemed to fear it. there was no warmth in the culture unless you're paying. the competition atmosphere & gentrification had bred out the warmth & familiarity.

though complex, i enjoyed the aura, the air of higher achievement & people pushing the limits but i did not want that at the expense of heart. my emotions for this place were certainly mixed. i did love parts of it. the architecture. the city. the blue collar guys. the spookiness. there was a local tarot meeting to attend so there was still something i was grateful to do.

otherwise everyone had airpods in their ears unconcerned about bluetooth radiation & their passerby neighbors. late stage consumer culture. the druggies had been pushed over to the south end. they were overflowing into the nice neighborhoods. high end art & design side by side with abject poverty worse than the third world. seemed the drug market was still open air, selling poison that people are dropping dead from, while police stood by in case they might save someone. this was all happening right beside the hospital where i was born, formerly known as boston city hospital - now it was the methadone mile. occasionally, like turtles, human beings return to their originating points. i observed the carnage realizing it was a segregated apocalypse taking place. where else would i have been born, a Soviet immigrant fresh off the boat post-empire collapse, in ghetto neighborhoods as some sort of socio-cultural experiment. paradise lost.

fast forward 33 years, most of my friends are dead. a couple past loves. it was the most haunted place in the world in this sense since i felt all those memories & conscious currents wherever we’d walked & had conversations. i felt like my entire generation got killed off. the level of heart openness is impossible to maintain here, hearing about all these people who had passed away was brutal. i could feel their spirits behind me, keeping me clear & good so that i could follow through with the great work.

in the sense of death, boston wasn’t much different than what i encountered in vegas. somebody dying in the street while student girls strutted past with their phones still concerned with how their asses look in public. clearly showing a focus on things that are only superficially interesting, like asses. but hey that’s what the materially driven society rewarded most so why would they be concerning themselves with anything else. clearly if you had a nice ass & showed it on social media, more people liked you. duh. if you do some transcendant achievement, or try to cure addiction, people don’t like that as much. why are algos coded like this? why are we standing by & not attempting to enact a change? perhaps we are, & different chains of art & writing are creating this seperation towards some new ideals.

i was only tuned to the archetypal resonance. i knew what i was here for & that was quite a blessing as i saw that most are confused. at some point i was totally confused what the fuck i was doing here on this world & saw it all as random bullshit & consumption loops forever.

there was a strengthening of my willpower process that I’d undergone since quitting weed recently & it was put to the test passing by all the dispensaries with the quality weed. i managed the entire time in Boston without any substance as a coping mechanism unless you count black coffee. even then the quitting of the weed made me more sensitive to coffee, so coffee has to go soon.

dreams were on in full force since quitting which made it all worth it. i had a crazy dream that i was back in vegas, selling art on the street. i turned to talk to someone, then noticed someone had stolen some of my prints so i chased them. until i saw their car & grabbed the license plate which said DEA 5AA, then when i got that missing piece of info i woke up.

it was a beautiful time connecting with my mom & i think my own purity helped convince her to embark on a juice fast after i confronted her about her weight gain which she is now doing. so just as much my presence was able to shift her into action, but it was only because i’d been going hard on the inner work & not shying away from transformations myself & my vibe shift raised hers through a level of transform.

trip back home ended with a colossal cry saying goodbye to my grandmother, my babushka. realizing that likely the only thing i’ll ever regret is not being more present, as present as i can possibly be with loved ones. 

it’s like the stages of aging that a person goes through & there is this beautiful woman, my babushka, still the same whole heart & love & soul, even if there’s a bit of dementia setting in. Saying goodbye after a number of hours was emotional as the next visit will be subtly different. perhaps she won’t be as able to sit outside & enjoy the sun with me, or her memory might be even more clouded. she’s a pisces woman, like super feeling intuitive matriarchal energy.

in the soviet union she was a wine taster for a wine & champagne factory. she survived the siege of leningrad when she was just a few years old & this granted her a certain level of status in the soviet union. she certainly carried archetypal babushka energy & she is my deepest bond along the emotional spectrum with anyone in my family.

mostly i was deeply saddened by the whole visit in many ways. to see everyone so entrenched in their programs made me want to pursue my own reprogramming relentlessly. very much my family was stuck in these never ending consumer loops & i couldn’t do as much as I would’ve liked to shift them.

anyways the shift had to take place within me. if i was upset by this i had to go deep within & change whatever programs or blocks were in the way of my destiny, so it really escalated my purification course. i started hitting the gym while there, not for any superficial reasons or anything but just to get in the habit of strengthening my will. i even changed my profile pictures this week to reflect the mindset change, so you can see the force flow focus. see the mustache. feel the force. mustaches like that don’t just happen by accident.

this long process to turn myself into pure light, making myself into words, skimming those words down to where less is more

i wasn’t in this vein of love & light poetry & hippie dippie bullshit. no that was meaningless. the darkness has to be all up in there. we have to face the emotion of our time, not be afraid of it. we can’t feign perfection or that everything is all good always. sure we compartmentalize & that’s important for art’s sake but some want to deny the darkness is even there or was there.

it was crucial that i got up on stages regularly & proclaimed i’m the third & final antichrist, good evening. that’s the only way to own that shit. that's the way to unify the common man versus the plutocracy. it was my way of bringing balance to the force. i was controlling the narrative the plutocrats had no power over. i own the antecristo story not them. magick.

a lot of my work with the antichrist phenomena has been getting everything i’ve learned out & down on paper in recordings. though spastic & all over the place at times, i do think that one is able to glean insight. i was tasked with the demystification of something mysterious, taboo & plagued by misinformed opinion. there is the archetypal influence of it within all of us, & the incarnation. i own the story of an incarnation.

i use the name thoth a lot, but i it can be used interchangeably with thought itself. it’s possibly an extension of you. likely he appears differently depending who he appears before. it is just thought. where our human thought originates from. this archetypal vessel of consciousness astral projected from their times to ours & remains on the cosmic continuum forever. the antichrist of humankind will simply astral project out to whatever is next & leave a version of the symbologies we inherited, & over & over.

miraculously as i was writing this on my return trip to guate, at the airport, synchronicity took place. a gallery owner who’d exhibited my work was flying in to guate at the exact same time & offered me a four hour taxi ride & a private boat. like of all people. i think this happens from the embodiment of art for us. mind you there are maybe only a handful of folks like this in the entire country so i’m flabbergasted but pleased. i just gotta ride the wave. as you come into further resonance with an archetype, the simulation keeps aligning synchronicities. 

took a private boat across the lake in the middle of the night with her & arrived to my place exhausted. 

kitty Neru was there but he was mad at me for leaving, harassing me, meowing his little face off preventing me from sleep. then he left as though trying to make a point only to return the next day still a bit peeved.

it was an emotional trip, the highlight of which was my grandmother spending time with me & telling me how i'd changed so much for the better from my old restless self. words like that mean everything to me.

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seer diaries #15

𓅞[week of the frida kahlo]

the day of the show i woke up & the world felt right. there wasn’t anything serious on my awareness. when i spoke to the spirit of the street there were no warnings about the day, just that the spirit of the place has got my back one hundred. i orient my day around promoting the show & giving out flyers. also that i was going to go for a sauna & meditate at my favorite place. 

before i left in the morning, i check in with my cards about what’s on my radar for the day: queen of wands & with a 6 of swords reversed. that’s a reference to a queen of wands, me being king of wands. the 6 of swords on the love frequency, proposals of love, intellectual love. that there would be  a ‘her’.

i popped down to the coffeeshop & the first person i offer a ticket to is this exotic, statuesque beauty who happens to be a writer also. i sensed her in very much a frida kahlo vibe & thought wow art is imitating life. i invited her to the event & we talk. she tells me about a documentary she had finished & i say how i’d like to see it sometime.

after some talk, she asked to listen to my poems before the event. i agreed. we went somewhere peaceful & talked a bit before i recited her a couple poems, one i also recited that evening. 

i do believe there is a correspondence with the Frida art i created & the appearance of this beauty carrying a similar spirit. i sense that it is something. though they don’t quite look alike. she just recently arrived from MX city & sometimes when you honor a spirit, the world seems to reward you materially.

after talking for a bit, we went for a sauna. her presence was wow. happily sacrificed whatever ticket sales could have been to spend the day with her & the curve of her hips & her flat stomach. to get all sweaty & light in the body together was my dream pre show sequence.

the fire pit was in a high frequency from both our presences together. we chanted a bit. felt the resonance & heart cohesion.

i use the temazcal as a spirit clearing tool & doing them in a shared high vibe  creates an amplified auric expansion which clears negativity & dark from auric fields based on all the astral presences on the individuals cooperating & sharing resources along intentional spirit networks. in a conversation, auras expand. in an enlightened conversation they extend further. during ritual clearings they expand more & during sleep the aura goes to up to 100x(at least what i've read on the topic of measuring the emf field surrounding the physical body).

as it gets hot we pour cold water on each other. when she did the ablutions on me i felt vulnerable & like she’d wrapped me in a cold blanket & i disappeared into the void. it felt nice to trust. 


i felt very clear.



after the sauna 
then she came by & met my kitty & spied on the national guard from my window. 



we laughed a lot. i don’t think very many people have a good sense of humor, but i thought she was funny & beautiful. this is a unicorn beautiful. like beautiful, but unknowingly of how truly beautiful & rare she is, & perhaps a bit gawky. we were similar height which was nice.
we took a break to be alone while together so that she could fervently write at my desk, while i daydreamed a bit

then
of course, i can’t skip looking at a person’s chart. my initial guess was wrong, but after she identified as Virgo, it made sense completely. mercury seemed to be the chart ruler. many virgo placements, virgo stellium, gemini midheaven, lots of chart stats which pointed to the writer alignment, many mercury ruled placements.

i was really enthralled by the way she said virgo, with the latin inflection over the i, making it sound more like ‘vergo’.

we spoke about our asexual tendencies, probably the result of all our vergo placements. concurred on how we only really actually maybe enjoy sex when approached from total security - that the world was needlessly conditioned, by media, to crossing sexual boundaries from a lowered desirous state too quickly in relationships.

then she took off to get a snack before the show, leaving me to prepare a bit

i spent some time alone, got ready then left for the show. 

I got to the venue & it was a super clean theatrical setup. was impressed compared to the other venues in town. as i was talking to some of the cast, she arrived. i was like ‘cool, you didn’t use the opportunity to run away’.

the show was perfect. i’ll get into that another entry because right now i just want to talk about her.




after we watched some of the other acts together, i invited her back over to describe her for a written portrait & so we left.

these were some of my fleeting ideas of perfection. her proportions & slender physique & the angles on the hips. caught myself thinking like ‘yo if it’s my last day or whatever. i’ve lived.’ maybe a bit too much of an 8th house thought to share aloud. 

her skin so bright & luminescent. the curves, the angles of the hip bones as they slid into her legs which were the proportions of divinity. i maybe wanted to bite her hip bones. she was a greek statue i admired blissfully.

it was beautiful seeing her taking the length of the bed with all her height & sprawling out with Neru.

as we exchanged some cuddles with my cat, i asked her if i can write her if i ever get arrested for high treason somehow. she said she’d be cool with that. 

we laughed. i think the facetious laughter eliminates the possibility of some negative things from taking place.

she said i appeared all dark & mysterious but was actually warm & sensitive. i felt the bond of writer lovers who are excited about the idea of being described in a piece of writing if they get close. well here i was describing her & drawing her with letters. 

a piercing latin gaze over her light complexion. glasses that rested on her angular facial bones. the way she looked when they were off & when she smiled. taking her glasses off transformed her from bookish & seeing to all in the heart & feeling. it’s like the shift from her virgo brain to the piscean heart happened in those moments when her glasses came off. perhaps the change from seeing to feeling was a vulnerable thing which felt nice. like i was trusted to see her heart & she trusted to just feel me without seeing.

subtle touch was preferred. we both feel too much for this world. the level of touch & closeness & warmth was very cozy.

i was drawn on a soul mission level - that there was so much of the sexual drive redirected towards workflow was totally my thing. we planned creative projects together & this is really my love language.

there’s no way i meet her as i’m processing these decisions about the pull this region has over me - whether to stay or go. just as i pull to leave, the land pulls me back as hard as possible with exotic beauty tailored to my exact special needs as a writer & seer. i try to get out, they pull me back in.

it seemed like even with all the special needs it could be something not so complicated & driven towards mutual objectives, though i expect nothing of people anymore & am not one to get attached to outcomes since the journey is all there is.



twas a beautiful week



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seer diaries #14

𓅞[week of the chaotic order]

mini three card pull for the collective of digital art & writing
(brief summary) - -

past | present | future - -
the card for the past hang up/difficulties for the cryptoart collective was 4 of Pentacles reversed -
conflicts due to nepotism, inheritance, clinginess to possession. that these were the general failings for the cryptoart scene & that there was a bit of youthful insecurity, i see the 4 of Pentacles as a prince clinging to his inheritance, delaying change, suspending against opposition, perhaps alluding to the old world in media, art & entertainment. problems with material attachment. i do think that this is the primary issue here but we all see through it because the collective vibe has been raised. corruption, ignorance, denial is out on the surface if you care to see it.

present card is the Fool --
time is in a current clean slate where all possibilities are open. define it all how you will. it’s up to you. there is no use looking to the structure or forced order. define the chaos as you wish & there you have it: order. this is all a tool. just because someone used it one way, doesn't mean you have to use it that way. there are so many possibilities & roads to go down with this tech, so just be you
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update on me :
all these spirit buzzwords you hear may be my fault because i overused them for years in my earlier works. & enough with people talking in these corporate media buzzwords. whenever they spoke their material interests & duplicitous intent was revealed in the frequency of word. their imitation was showing a lack of fire, there wasn’t a real soul mission, just money. & they were confusing others while they themselves were still confused.

when other mystics called prophets/seers “ungrounded” it just meant they are threatened by their form of intelligence.

enough with music too. i was so bothered by music these days. + any commercial music now just resonates as wrong because of all the music industry satanism. i was past music. i was just into frequencies & classical & word

didn't care about other fire spinning opportunities falling out because it’s not really where my heart is at this moment. plus i have to stand my ground when the deal is not right. I’d collected a lot of footage, adding up to a sick portfolio, but for what? the poetry was really it, where my heart is & wants to share, but I wanted to find audiences where the majority knew who Nostradamus even was. I was seen by the higher learning folks in this light, that was cool, but i wanted more of that specifically. because the channels all take over whenever i speak publicly & that was really the most enjoyable for me.

if i’m being honest with myself i feel my spiritual evolution may push me off the map sometimes. that’s the truth of it. like okay, there’s a lot of work to do here before that’s even a near possibility & i know the force won’t threaten to push me off the map until it’s done. 

as a result of artwork hitting in the streets, i had poster art commissions, readings & other practical opportunities, so i could reel back from pursuing fire opportunities here & book shows in other places, if i felt like

i want you to feel how i’m rising above the noise of latin america(all of america for that matter) to get these writings down. i was living in the vibrations of my binaural beats of over everything. as the sensitivity grew so did my agoraphobia though i was hardly phobic, just slightly disturbed by anything that wasn’t a super lit ancient channel vibe.

like my writing process is so disrupted by noise & people that  the fact i am able to still get as much work done was simply evidence of a divine power flowing through me. this page here is a tool.

the seer diaries: antecristo's militaristic spiritual protections in as hostile a spirit war ever witnessed. 
i’m the front lines & way the fuck beyond enemy lines simultaneously.

on another plane of reality, when the poems started rolling off the mint they effectively took an entire spirit off the map in entertainment. the resonance pattern is lost becau - see this explaining of all this gets me in some murky territory so i’ll wait

whatever i was scorching hot. every collector & venue wanted me to do something. i appreciated the collectors who just wanted to be a part of the story & came up with written portraits they'd like as commissions. we’re all woven into everyone’s story depending from the angle you’re looking at.

also the mamacitas will help you heal some shit that is just about terminal so sending much love to the mamacitas. i love you all.

definitely an order being meted out. some cosmic order versus chaos dynamic we’re wrapped up in the flux

it’s not the dogmatic polarity of ‘good & bad’ rather order versus chaos

never one to deny the beauty of something because of personal problems.

sorry for the critical tone again this week. i’m not a critic. critics want to tell you how to do it but they never did it.

ON ART I love & COLLECT:

i’m a lover. the work i love is anything complex, encroaching on absurd, that promises to have layers. a transparency in the artist. as long as there’s truth, it’s felt by me. seer remember? so works for are uniquely transparent as I see through to the creator, so i have to somewhat enjoy the person beyond the artwork. 

the resonance patterns with the symbols involve me deeply, so anything that raises my spiritual hairs i enjoy, usually because of spirits, symbols, archetypes, defined energies attached to the work that speaks to me in a unique way. this does something for me. when work somehow engages my life force without being overtly sexual is very appealing to me. when it makes me feel, or want to act, or say something.

anything on the real recognize real frequency. i enjoy others who seem to be going above the noise, maybe encountering paralleling obstacles in their inner or outer lives. when the work itself feels unaffected by trend, opinion, hype. when the artist is talking to the world as well as the individual as well as to themselves.

an artwork in attempt to accomplish the impossible, anything ambitious that makes you wonder what is possible. 

i’ll usually support anything that feels close to an original thought, little of this truly exists, but art that’s committed to answering deep & profound, meaningful questions. art that isn’t shy.  art that shows a personal depth & that their style is truly coming from a place deep within. art that we can research into & get the full story. art that is merely a window to some extreme deepness



addendum:

- black cats rule & are still on top. Neru has become a tyrant

- oh yea the future card (& i'll do a more detailed read at some future entry) for the cryptoart collective was the devil reversed. the devil is just one story defining the primordial force of contracting immaterial light to a material body. the devil is art. the devil is an act of extraordinary creativity.


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seer diaries #13

𓅞[week of the rap show]

fuck the nobility
i don't recognize their eminence
i decimate their authority
their hierarchy is incestuous
their triangles are not equilateral 
i defeat them

concepts like equality & tolerance block many from tapping excellence & purity. that’s what the people on top understood & used against everyone else. they deployed equality agendas through their mass media psychological control apparatus.

purification is destruction. is killing off the week a part of it all? whoops not week, this week was good, i meant *weak.

about my week:
been relearning how 8th house kids are really special needs in the sensitivity & the raw elimination part of consciousness. we live life in a transformative state that makes others misunderstanding & fearful. nobody knows the dark side, secret astral world side, of human consciousness quite like 8th house people. their sexual natures are a bit misunderstood too

so studying, reading on the stars. leafing through a book entirely on 8th house.

i’ve been seeing the aggregated effect of my self-talk, magick words, & consciousness clearing. i was always having so much consciousness to clear because i was exposing myself to a lot. on various planes of reality. i’d done all this warning & probing subliminally in my first novel. it did all get cleared eventually.

often felt like an ancient soul in a child’s body & it was time to go play with the wisdoms

but watch out the ancient mystery cults might launch psychic probes, comes with the territory

blacked out or
booked out? which one is it kid?

kg taught me how to lead. i helped him with my prophet power to win a championship. now i was teaching the new age rappers about the devil. it all made sense that at one point in my spiritual evolution Ticket was my teacher & during that time his energy hit something deep in me about presence alone having this power to guide.

last show went off well. was backup fire dancing for rappers. easy gig. easy come easy go. i was filling more time with shows these days & less time with psychic work. the heart needs rest from exposing itself to all that. weekend nights were booked out between fire & poetry.

on another plane, the russian public was going through various phase shifts between love & hate for me

the flow of connection with russian women was forcing a bit of introspection about what it all was really showing me. that i somehow sought many cocreative bonds with women who would see me in ways that my mother was a bit repressed from doing, bless her heart & love her, but cultural thing ya & in a lot of cultures emotions & sensitivities are cancelled. they cancelled emotions for more efficient workers, but i digress.

one had been indoctrinated by a gringo cult(many cults i don’t participate in around here) wanted to help but didn’t want to get involved. i already told her what the cards said. the occasional opting out of her invites to ‘ceremonies’ which was really a whole sad thing. i’m not with all this hippie bullshit. i met an alien remember?! when people actually fully integrate the nature of what i channel they stop asking me bullshit questions, extensions of this americanization of spiritual concepts which got really annoying as i saw the people from the rest of the world emulating all that ‘ceremony’ jargon.

i’d periodically send her astrological bits. i don’t think cults are necessarily wrong either but just totally not for me. i think some cults are fine, just depends which & by the time many realize their in the wrong type of cult they can’t really pull out because of the all too withinness of being a mutinous team member.  anyways who wasn’t in a some sort of cult these days? i suppose i’m an outlier. i’m cult free, drug free, std free

i was a transparent, open, public network that reveals. simple really. i had nothing & nowhere to hide. nobody to hide from. the energetic signature of the antichrist thoughtform presents in a lot of places & this gives me intuitive access which i share publicly & openly.

another russian comrade was doing great dance numbers with me & helping push my poetry career forward a bit with help on the event production side of things. i happened to feel that she was really a gift. the spirit was doing a lot of work aligning poetic meetings.

another beautiful russian women set me up with a fire gig at a club she was djaying at. so maybe it wasn’t just me but just russian women were always talented & about their business. they were the ones making the power plays in this entertainment place. i rather not get wrapped up in anyone’s power games.

others may see it different but i broach soul plane connections with no physical interest. it’s that it’s not from a desirous state that the true blessing of healing through presence arrives. it seems though now without replicating the same maternal tension in me first.

i’m on this higher learning.  i was not bound by the collective issues, like lust/pride/ego, even if others projected those issues onto everybody. i was not everybody.

i was ready to exit out of like nineteen group chats that had overtaken my devices. also other collective loops of consciousness, each one binding in its own way. perhaps the next step was to delete whatsapp. this could work. i could essentially reorient my contacts to reach out wherever the fuck else. i felt that whatsapp was something to boycott after my IG got shut down & my tiktok suspended. the ig suspension was nothing other than what you see here. i tried starting a channel for fire show clips. that got taken down for ‘dangerous activities’. fire being a sacred art form, the staff being a part of my life & a hermetic power item, it is upsetting the tech oligopoly big brother or whatever is diminishing my digital presence.

anyways the traveler in me is getting restless. i was gonna leave this town some day. but how. i was now with cat. i’d seen him grow big & strong. this would be a heartbreaking detachment. detachment always is. i’d portfolios of work from a few disciplines here because my skills are valued a lot here but it’s certainly not the only such place.

when i talked to the tarot about leaving for another town they gave me 8 of cups & Judgement. something about how i’ll meet destiny either way, no matter stay or go. finding the destiny i was trying to avoid. 

i’d do my last few shows in this country then decide. maybe brazil? 

it’s just a change of scenery. the alchemy will swirl anyplace that isn’t under the controls of the tech oligopoly & gray aliens. anywhere that hasn’t banned the element of fire yet.

i felt that ‘yup old kid, you got yourself into a bit of a biblical imbroligio, now didn’t ya. been out there astral traveling out there on this here cosmic continuum’

the disentanglement from the biblical is the task of a lifetime.

addendum -
deleting whatsapp will feel like dementors leaving my devices 

i suppose the week had seen me take a step back from seer roles & more into artist which was healthy & in the flow of it all.

psychic state is bringing me down the line of everything as usual thanks to this channel & your readership a lot is getting exposed just by pushing & probing in the cosmic expeditions. 

Neru is eating tunafish erryday. his fur soft n fluffy but he’s getting a little demanding

ya & for sure can confirm that there are some topics on x that if you post on a mysterious force comes & deletes it or drops a post limit warning. 

protec #1\\

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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #12

𓅞[week of the angelhoods]

새로운 이웃은 다른 초능력자들뿐인 것 같고, 안테크리스토와 국가방위군도 그렇고

난 여기서 나쁜 평판을 가진 선견자가 아니야. 난 사실 고결하고 순수한 평판을 가지고 있어. 다른 사람들도 있어. 난 모든 사람을 있는 그대로 받아들이고 사람들에게 어둠을 품지 않아. 마을의 선견자들에게 관광객들은 지치고 갈등을 일으킬 수 있다는 걸 알아. 보는 상태를 열어두고 감정의 파동, 생각의 정신적 분위기 등을 보는 민감성 때문에 일을 본 후에 제3의 눈을 감는 운동을 하는 것이 왜 도움이 되는지. 어쨌든

마을에 도착한 이후로 나는 다른 영매와 텔레파시 의식에 빠져있었습니다. 최근에 그는 집시 친구를 통해 대천사 마이클 에너지가 부착 된 양초를 선물로 전달하여 보이지 않는 베일을 넘었습니다. 물론 이것은 형제애의 유대감, 소벡 에너지 장과 마이클 에너지 장 사이에서 느끼는 분리 및 긴장감으로 인해 약간의 갈등을 불러 일으켰습니다. 

독자들은 제가 천사의 흐름을 재 배열 한 것을 기억할 것입니다.

물론 나는 원시 에너지가 기독교에 의해 재정의되었고 내 마술은 빛 분배를위한 기독교 코딩 밖에서 작동하며 근원, 원시, 역사 이전으로 바로 이동한다는 것에 의문을 제기합니다.

어떤 이유에서인지 대천사 마이클 에너지가 계속 되돌아오고, 당신이 그것을 포기할 때. 그것은 보는 것이 매혹적이었습니다. 긴장감에서 되돌아올 때마다 더 큰 보상을 얻습니다. 수많은 마이클 & 미셸과 같은 긍정적 긴장을 복제하는 길을 건너는 것. 에너지가 너무 뚜렷해서 군중 속에서 마이클을 알아보는 법을 배우는 것. 라파엘도 마찬가지입니다. 모든 천사의 이름을 가진 사람들 나는 패턴에 주목하고 있었다.” ”모든 천사들은 같은 일을 합니다. 

이제 문제는 다른 심령술사가 마이클과의 과거를 의식했는지, 아니면 무의식적으로 트로이 목마를 보낸 건지였습니다.

그는 돌연변이 성질과 분노의 공이었고 정말 사치 스러웠습니다. 많은 내담자들은 마을의 다른 사람들과의 과거 갈등을 언급하면서 동시에 우리 만남에서 눈에 띄는 긴장감이었던 내면의 갈등을 언급했습니다. 나는 아마도 그에게 무섭고 강렬한 개방성을 가지고 있기 때문에

그래서 당연히 이것은 우리가 보이지 않는 베일을 깬 후속 대화와 일치했습니다. 그는 내가 들었던 나쁜 평판 이야기를 무시하라고 언급했습니다. 많은 사람들이 과도한 양의 쓰레기를 이야기하기 때문에 나는 그렇게하는 경향이있었습니다. 게다가 나는 그가 누군가와 깨끗한 백지를 사용할 수 있다고 정말로 느꼈습니다. 그의 에너지 장을 쫓는 많은 투영은 그가 도망치려는 저주처럼 거의 외계인에게기도로 그를 위해 내가 할 수있는 모든 것을 제거했습니다.

기도가 효과가 있다는 것을 아는 사람의 기도가 모든 것을 작동시키는 것이기 때문에 아마도 두려움은 나의 원초적인 두려움없는 보호력으로 무언가를 바꾸는 것일 수 있습니다.

나는 우리의 짧은 언어 교환에서 그가 의문을 제기하는 것에 대한 의견을 정확히 받았습니다. 나는 우리가 교차 한 이후로 텔레파시 입력을 받고 있었고 그 이후로 그것을 음소거했지만, 그는 정확히 무엇을 언급하면서 근거에 대한 인식이없고 집착하는 것처럼 보였습니다. 물질적 안전에 대한 두려움과 빛에 너무 가까워지는 것에 대한 불안감? 하지만 명확하지 않았고, '접지'의 더 깊은 의미는 제대로 표현되지 않았다. 아마도 이 모든 것을 부조리한 것으로 이해할 수 있는 여유를 가진 나만이 이 냉담한 호그와트 현실을 더 큰 기쁨을 위해 깨달은 아스트랄 의식 조작의 극단주의 모드로 스로틀하는 영리한 그림으로 이해할 수 있었을 것이다.

어쨌든 그의 폭력에 대한 성향은 나를 의심하게 만들었다. 많은 갈등이 비물질적인 에너지가 붙어있는 것처럼 보였고, 인정받지 못하고 더 부정적인 관심을 불러 일으켰다. 

나는 그를 영혼의 진동 차원에서 만받는 것으로 전환하여 전갈에 쏘인 후 전갈 집게의 섬유질처럼 끈적 끈적한 에너지의 내장으로 사람과 사람 사이의 교류를 왜곡 할 수 없도록 만들었습니다. 가까이 가면 모든 에너지를 요구하는이 서큐배 강도에 사로 잡힌 일부는 나에게 동시에이 상승 상태에서 일하고 있다는 것이 이해가되었습니다.

그는 넋이 나갔을 때는 모르는 척하고

여기 악당이 있다는 건 분명 재밌는 일이죠. 우리가 이 기괴한 고양이 같은 감각과 지역 의식과 전설을 통해 서로에 대해 배우는 방식은 놀랍습니다. 

여기서 독서를 위해 자기를 끌어당기는 고객조차도 당신의 존재의 모든 순간에서 구체화 된 흐름 예술이기 때문에 나는 결코 이해하지 못했습니다. 내가 사람들을 지나치게 놔두면 우연히 일어나는 어떤 일의 옆으로 미끄러지는 것입니다.

사람들이 가까이, 정말 강렬하고, 정말 빨리, 당신의 에너지 장을 전복시키고 심지어 당신을 아프게 만들 수 있다는 것입니다. 아마도 내가이 소셜 파리아 유형을 오랫동안 피했던 이유 일 것입니다. 그러나 우리에 대한 무언가는 소셜 파리아 유형을 좋아합니다.

제가 이미 보호하고 있던 다른 모든 것들이 없었다면 제 에너지가 이렇게까지 떨어지지는 않았을 거예요. 백신 때문에 사람들이 완전히 의식을 잃었으니까요.

사실 이 교환 전에 제 에너지 필드가 낮아졌지만

길거리에서 훨씬 적은 비용으로 배울 수 있는 것을 비싼 돈을 주고 비싼 돈을 내고 오는 백인 엘리트주의 속물들이 있는 제 옆 명상 센터를 부정했어요. 저는 그들의 프로그램에 참여하지 않았고, 그들이 그곳을 떠나면 그 모든 명상이 어떤 영향을 미치는지 잘 모르겠고 그들이하는 일은 마을에서 소비하고 담배를 피우고 사회적 공허함을 채우는 것뿐입니다.

각자의 여정에 있는 모든 사람들이 물질적 집착을 점차적으로 버리는 것 같아요.

하지만 모든 것이 손상된 형제애와 대천사 대 소벡의 상황을 소우주의 순간에 불러 일으켰습니다. 나는 모든 곳에서 마이클을 확장하는 상황을 끊임없이 지켜보고있었습니다. 이것은 정말 분명했습니다. 나는 그 이름을 가진 사람을 만나는 사람에게 마이클 숭배에서 탈퇴하라고 권할 뻔했습니다. 왜냐하면 나는 패턴을 보았 기 때문입니다 : 차갑고 간결한 푸른 눈, 종종 큰 키, 보통 머리를 쓸어 넘기는 머리카락 

나는 그것이 원초적 빛의 힘에 대한 기독교 적 재정의의 일부인 소벡의 검이 모든 세계 종교 코딩을 깨끗한 슬레이트로 재설정하는 끝까지 나를 좋아하고 활력을주는 검이라는 것을 인식했습니다. 

기독교인들은 오시리스를 다시 살린 것과 같은 힘, 즉 소벡과 토스가 함께 일하는 것 외에 예수를 다시 살리는 다른 무언가에 대한 그림을 가지고 있습니다.

젠장. 많은 힘. 그래 우리는 아무것도 걱정하지 않습니다. 보호는 매우 현실적이며 요즘 나에게 일어나는 일의 가장 초현실적 인 부분을 공개하는 것을 실제로 늦추고 있습니다. 모두 제 시간에.

Translated with DeepL.com

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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #11

𓅞[week of the wise child]

ran into an old friend from my times living in Nicaragua. i remember having many long exchanges with him regarding some potential healing regimens. He seemed like he was doing much better but he referenced time[redacted] for the [redact] he was involved in at the time & what i was helping him heal from.

when I first entered the internet i was sharing healing information & this reminded me of those times. He referenced [redacted]. It seemed his family was all together. I told him of my travels, tribulations, sorrow, then enlightenment.

anyways healing info for everyone was super limited. now i feel it as less so.  i’d been writing on the cure for addiction, cancer, since the beginning of time. i was coding it in to works too, seemingly in preparation for the part of the climate where this information is censored.

not only that i must have touched every censorship trigger point. at this point, imagine

i was instilling in people that they could ask me anything. i had to open up & be everything for everybody in every moment. so that availability begets the connection. i credit this to sitting with different visuals for energetic locks & opening them on each chakra to flow the connection with ease & free of effort. it was working because i was truly falling in love in a healthy timing. i just fell in love at first sight with someone & made travel plans that feels right somehow.

maybe another mother issue rehash considering she’s a [redacted]

i intended to stay active with these diaries. perhaps the reflection would bring some understanding to my mother issues. otherwise, like for most, the social media simply wasn’t worth the time & takes away from seeing work overall - if connecting to a collective loop of consciousness significantly lower than the energy i’m keeping. it’s like if you’re in a high spiritual vibe & you open the feed, immediately this gross rage exudes which has nothing to do with the artists but likely what the platform is injecting into the feed. conflict breeds engagement.

there were conflicts with the [redact] trying to censor me & limit me like the rest of the programmed world. some people - i refer not to anyone in particular but rather fucking everyone - who are simply not qualified to talk to me about higher dimensional life, try to enter into the conversation talking about ‘source’ & 'groundedness'(which are instagram keywords coded in for spiritualists to be ambiguous & confused). i’m like ‘listen i wouldn’t tell you how to raise children or do your jobs, don’t tell me how to work with word, atum, or atomic energy.’

[read my diaries. please realize i'm actually preserving a lost art & it's not for ego needs & it's because i have no choice]

[redact] some people want the instagram bullshit version of the truth which doesn’t threaten their material realm attachments.

most couldn’t immediately see that if i was crossing their path they were either fucked or saved, depending on how they took it.

NOT WITH THE HIPPIE BULLSHIT. IM SICK OF THOSE WHO REGURGITATE WHAT THEY HEARD ON THEIR FEEDS. FUCK PEOPLE. ESPECIALLY FUCK PARROTS

the confusion was certainly present within these individuals. they'd been deceived many times over & had eventually accepted the words when they begin to integrate these fucking terms. technocratic spirit jargon like download, channel, 'activation of my pussy to the starseed-light, full-moon ritual' type new age enlightenment practitioners who were undoubtedly confused as the people they served. it all served. sure. the stand was taken though. whenever i heard these terms i calmly, peacefully explained how they'd been nullified from overuse & steered towards alternative word choices

the words then made up their constructs for being. we had to be careful not to limit experience by saying the wrong things, so the anger was just to act 

i was easily angered because i could not repress anything. i was sensing. it’s really all a plot. society is plotted in this way to really hurt anyone who sees. the problem was that if you weren’t exercising your emotional side, then these forces were not developing proper. i had to make sure aberrant emotions weren’t spilling off target & that anything extra was vented out in writing. actually as long as i wrote i wasn't angry

so here we go. if i wanted more peace i had to go deeper within & bring my inner world to complete peace, then the outer will shift to more peace, though conflict is part of the tension of growth & more less omnipresent, wherein the free will is in the choice of which plane of reality to face the conflict. where was my inner world in conflict? as i pondered this question, it became increasingly difficult to identify.

this week i’d felt a bit casted into the social pariah type. some arguments at the prophesy booth prompted some caution around the noise. i had to preemptively dodge some of these conflicts. if i knew there was tension or creative constructive tension i had to take the meetings somewhere else. i can have a really constructive argument without emotions so involved

i don’t know sometimes i’m harsh. tapping into the collective love drowns out all negativity. i stay true to what i’ve known all along.

anyways my inner child. totally still there when i checked the dude deep in my eyes in the mirror & remembered. really remembered & seen that he’d seen i’m staying true to the vision, the recollection of past incarnation’s history crumbling through the veil at birth, carrying over into the next life.

i was doing right by that little dude who knew who the fuck he was & what he was aligned around this life & how crazy & taxing it would be & that he was protected by some serious allies in the skies. the premonitions all woven into a fantasy that can be categorized as a predilection for extrasensory enjoyment.

bringing that transcendence through upon a different act, calling together the forces of nature to align & create movement which is constantly affecting everyone, be it frazzled

kept facing my mother issues in readings [redacted notes]

also all the fire rehearsal. forgot that i do enjoy working in groups. was reminded this week.

i felt my inner child was satisfied this week. i'd told someone that these days i'm the archetype of the wise child - perhaps something between the hierophant & the fool, or better yet the child from the sun card riding off aimlessly on horseback with the pope's hat on

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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #10

𓅞[week of the mike tyson shirt]

neru is good. thanks for asking.

within a love bubble i’ve been prepared to be the most hated mfer to ever exist

one of my collectors in town really taught me about how to separate myself from the hippie, pot-smoking, kumbaya crowd & how to be ruthless & savage to them because people need to hear the truth. so that’s what i’d stepped into. i'd provoked a lot of toxic men in the community to be better just with my presence, not through formal work. just by saying what i see. 

was happy channeling that energy into my seer work. like coming with that undefeated mentality. 

picked up a mike tyson shirt at a Paca in Pana. black cotton with 90s text. '50 wins 44 knockouts' beneath 'Iron Mike Tyson' in big retro letters. so i’d been heavy charged with that energy & just coming at everything with that fearlessness. i had to be fearless with the truth even if it pissed everyone off.

but yea the rich collectors & venue owners & even sometimes - other artists - all be trying to emperor palpatine my anakin skywalker these days

whatever. all part of this drama. it was super dope that i was getting paid for my word.  i felt my voice booming in ways that i’d then have to question like ‘wait, was that even me? whoa.’ i suppose the effect of channeling all this spirit so often. 

all this voice power was helpful to communicate very authoritative messages & add reflections & proliferate the light i saw. whatever was present with an aura i wouldn’t miss. thought was giving me this additional strength & trust in a force of total protection. the real wisdom was outside of any school of thought, or doctrine, but was in thought itself. i’d be moved into position or sense any possible movement against me along the telepathic clotheslines. this force kept saying the same thing: that i must move with my total freedom in expression & just be myself, something many in the grid had been restrained from doing. i was inspiring it more in others also.

in my work lately i’ve been learning more & more about hermetic lot placements - part(lot) of fortunes & how they factor into charts overall. i’ve been really sitting with my own & integrating whosoever comes up in my seeing work as new understanding. it's really a astro-data-set that reveals a lot about where one's potential for prosperity is most.

corporate is programmed against seer consciousness entering their networks, but imagine an astrologer keeping track of employee hires & monitoring transits. the person capable of finding the right data-sets are intuitive workers. i’ve been working with owners of some companies on their hires quite a bit in this regard. i usually outline what would be the challenges & benefits of would-be hires.

it has been the slow season but now it’s shifting to the brace period before the high season,

[REDACTED FOR FUTURE OUTTAKES]

the dance trio i’d begun to work with was certainly fearless, definitely warrior women which was super dope. the same could be said about the production team i was going to war with every morning at the prophesy booth. i saw the army thoth was building.

before the high season. sigh of relief i have some shows lined up, payments coming in & don't have to overexert myself on the spirit work side.

all these alignments with the great work swerved in a flow i could withstand. i’d adapted to not being overwhelmed.

nothing would surprise me anymore. i just have to stay present as fuck in the storm that may attempt to pull me out of my presence.

addendum -
i'm not just this on this collective consciousness. i'm this to a regional consciousness &, even more jurisdiction, world consciousness. thoth makes me aware of things so far outside of myself because it's along my path of service so he teaches me telepathically(reference alien probe mint)
as things are happening on collective consciousness loops i'm on. 

usually it's never about what everyone is fussing about in the moment. it's like wherever the collective is looking thoth points where there attention isn't

addendum - #2

list of reasons i’d quit weed: (making list to  stay motivated)
vivid dreams
no extra shit visible on my aura or eyes
possible productivity increases but different kinds of productivity
they're trying to subdue everyone with mediocrity & social approval. 
i'm waking up hippies from the trances they're in.

mike tyson in his prime wouldn't smoke before a fight

i'm like the mike tyson of my thing

-busy season is really good for the business part of it but really hard on the spirit, mind & heart unless i manage it carefully & like a professional athlete

#3
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tune out all advertising, television, education, nationality - mass media corporate coding & programming - you gain access to an intuitive understanding of the secret society complex which is losing its grip on world power as you read this.

𓅞[all rights reserved] @el_antecristo 
year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #9

𓅞[week of the grand sublimation]

{numerology deactivated for the numbering of these diary pages}

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• 1972 – a classified report circulates in the intelligence communities. it claims that the Soviet Union is pouring money into research involving ESP & psychokinesis for espionage purposes.

1990 — the Soviet Union collapses prompting U.S. intelligence to fear the sleeper cell program. The Antichrist cell of consciousness, predicted to be born within astrological predispositions spanning the 1991 to 1994 is prepared against. A counter-cell is formulated to create barriers & limitations on the antichrist cell.

1991 — the year the ancient prophecies predicted the antichrist would be born. A spiritual leader who “rises off of the power of his word alone”

1994 — research surfaces about how the Soviet Sleeper Cell program infiltrated other nations.

1997 — corporate media coding reflect these measures against seer consciousness. 

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it’s still the same coding, attempts to take the voice away of anyone who sees. more & more we see platforms, algorithmically or by bias created by algorithm, favoring emotionless, expressionless work, devoid of insight. more & more we see work that reinforces demonic influence. watch me transmute the fuck out of all this darkness

just putting my palm on kitty’s heartbeat is special. the elements bond me. not contracts, car leases, insurance policies, or ancient prophecies. i’m pure in thought.

part of the becoming human from past godly incarnations was to connect with the animals i created. gods become human to interact with the creatures of the earth in a profound & meaningful way.

back on topic; just had to ground by talking about kitty Neru:
what the fuck, i’m the majority owner of the antecristo legends, the ufo disclousure files, & textarts attempting to communicate the divine to mortals. all the interplay between myself & famous ghosts & the poemifesto i have been building events around internationally. that was the thing, the limitations simply don’t exist. i’m still alchemizing big events around my work as a prophet. anyways the budget for the shows is prima materia

when i said thoth is telling me i am not like others & others are like animals that is him differentiating between humankind & animal. that humankind is different than animal in their ability to know god. that much of humankind neglects this potential in a human life where they are possessed by their animal instinct. humankind’s link to the higher dimensions is the prophet. this generation of seer consciousness got cursed by this name they gave me. i’m just here taking all that power back with the pen.

anyways this week has seen me making observations in people & realizing i must halt the smoking of weed. sometimes some people come along to just show you a part of yourself you rather not reflect so better make those transformations. i was seeing too many of the traveller demographic moving from one silly consumption, to feeling, to fuck, to eat, to mix all these sacred medicines. that part of it all was too much, then boasting some manner of spiritual refinement & i wanted to polarize to the opposing end of whatever that is & embody a purity & lightness of being. the spirit somehow told me it would reward me with the next phase-shift if i would abstain & utilize the saved time on whatever else. 

i’d contracted my minimalism & the force was given me a sweet last push towards my favorite way to move the earth through me. refocusing on elemental bonds & such. i’ll keep this journal a bit here so that i can revel about the dreamstate which certainly kicks on when in periods of cannnabis avoidance. it will likely lead to overall increases in productivity. more service, more hikes & time meditating in nature.

the first day with significant reductions in smoking joints(i only smoke pure joints) led to dreams coming back. one where i was playing poker. i was seated at a table & I was winning, doing fine through multiple rounds, & then the table changed the game to pot limit omaha, to high stakes, high volatility & on the first hand all my money was pushed in because i had the right cards after the flop & was drawing to some high hands. i put all my chips in against one player who wasn't specifically somebody, just a shillperson standing in for the dream. the turn was a deuce, a dud, didn’t help my hand. the river another two, a dud, no help. the guy playing against me won the pot with aces full. i then awakened to kitty on my pillow

i felt this dream like i was drifting over to a probable self, maybe in Vegas, only one who had not been enlightened by Thoth to work with the tarot. 

i used to quite enjoy playing cards, mostly high stakes poker & i was always a winning player, but when i began working with the tarot i began to lose at poker. the spirit had taken over & i could feel that it had really overridden whatever to push me away from the low vibrational fields of the poker room - competitive pits of sweat & fear; pushing me to the cooperative form of working with others with cards & demonstrating miracles of light - my current work.

anyways i was purifying. for some people it was really special thing meeting me. i didn’t want to disappoint them even if it was slight loss of clarity in my auric field or should my voice be off because of weed. some people reach here & get off the boat & they’re like ‘holy shit it’s him from the astral plane. let’s do a reading.’ i was still getting used to the prophet on my aura.

this was it. that i was off in this netherspace. that i was maxing out in the street prophesy game, so much so that even the most skilled artesanos would feel competitive. but for real, big respect to the artesanos, they help protect the prophet in the street market

somebody’s there. gotta run


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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #8

𓅞[week of the tormented lament]

ijustwanttoscreaminsidemypoems
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my soul is pure light
but i live in the darkness
seeing it all
breathing it

when i see others
i just see dark i’ve washed

lord, whatever you're called
am i close to death?
is my work enough?

i made pacts
you were there
& witnessed

i’m not waiting for death
i'm moving towards it

this is the final
this is the end
this is the ultimate

fin

i’m not from the world
i want to be free

kill me
take me back

i think i want to die
please this time i am serious

transform me into something i can enjoy,
like an animal or a bush. maybe not a bush.
remove my pains so i can do the work you ask. 
or let me die. take me into nirvana, or reincarnate me 
in a new body somewhere new. i’m ready.

you’ve done all this for me before. i know you. 
i fucking hate you. please. take me. i love. you. so much. take me back. 
i want to be with you. fuck you.

how many more shows before i die? what else do you want from me? 
how much more work? what the fuck do you want? where are we going?

tell me. pull me up before i get stuck on this world forever. 
am i almost dead enough? am i too old now? sometimes i have to scream.

the fuck? you don’t want me dead because my ghost is too strong. 
if i die, i return to the poems because of this new form of material attachment. 
how long does my ghost stay on this fucking world?!

how come i’ve been up against this invisible force all my life? 
why won’t you let that force kill me? every time i play russian roulette i win. 
you’re keeping me alive. KILL ME

/////////\\\\\\\\\
they heard
my haunts
\\\\\\\\\/////////

the voice of Thoth:
the truth. you’re one of us. humanity is weird for you. most are like animals compared to you. you still have your intelligence from godly incarnations. you don’t have any karma from human lives, but you are sorting a cycle from atlantean incarnations where you were more or less a god by comparison to humans, so to be human is harsh & painful & severe, with all your godly knowings still in your soul’s memory. i swear to you though it is your will. i’m not doing this to you. you pushed it pretty far to experience all that humanity has to offer in a single lifetime. the best of it & the worst of it. polarity eh? without the worst of it - the imprisonment, the human experimentation, the death - you cannot know the absolute pinnacle of human experience. you’ve really suffered through the worst of it. you can already feel the worst is far behind. we have been turning you into a story & good stories have bad. that’s why you've noticed your voice has been enhanced. you move our spirit from a really healing light which strengthens your material being & your voice. when you use your voice for prophesy & story, it is our light moving through you & into hearts. you have even begun to see our light in the auric field some times.

sure there are many such worlds where you died. this is the one where you learn my force & come to know me quite intimately. once in my light, i simply will not let you perish at the hands of mortal men. don’t be silly. but all this is an arc that you yourself sorted out with destiny in the in-between place, the pylons, the passage between incarnations. i was there & warned that there will come a day in this incarnation when you will question me, loathe me. ah you remember now that i mention. well, look you can still hear.

now mourn with me the final days of atlantis. do you remember? i grant you visions of the final days of an empire so that you remember. 

sleep & you will awaken transformed from greater knowing as you wished.

\dreams

prophets ascend power structures, becoming black boxes of secret information. there’s a whole dark side that they are exposed to that isn’t shared with anyone except the gods. your past life intelligence is coveted by those in the shadows of your world.

it was the same back then

the visions of you in atlantis: you solved problems; vast complex problems that required total sight over world consciousness. you were the one force working to halt the rebellion against the chief spirit. you were the one force that could have saved atlantis.

\awake

me:
i’m just a suicidal kid who felt trapped & got out of all that by writing
do we have to speak more about my dark history? this life or other. i'm done.

seems like i’m always on my last breath.

thoth:
you’ve learned to summon the ship i left behind. use your last breaths to summon the ark vessel. with all your might, focus inward to your base level of consciousness & watch my ship begin crystalize from beneath the sphinx where it rests, pulling light from all the crystal grids in the sea, beginning the ignition sequence. 

you've seen my ship already: visualize it with all your might. watch it shift. it is a hologram you materialize.

for you are the wisest




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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #7

𓅞[week of the health spells]
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this is my health:

no medications. no vaccines. no drugs. alcohol if it's champagne & we just made miracles. some herbals. wifi & tech exposure yes, but not much. no tv, news, movies; most music has not interested me in years. however i put on rap or classical for the shift it can create & to hype myself into ambitious undertakings. not exposed to advertising. no sports. notifications on x is my only social media scroll.

no tobacco. i smoke weed. not that it's unhealthy or a lot. of late my spirit guides say ‘keep smoking weed to help reflect on all the work. take days off here & there. flow with it when you travel next.’ so i’m listening to this for now. there is a bit of association with the marijuana plant spirit & my cosmology so it is a part of me. when i enter the next phase-shift of life, maybe i’ll feel called to purify more. coffee too.

one or two guatemalan iced espressos most days, no sugar. i’ve completely cut sugar except for fruits. total i’ve been eating some fruit(mango, papaya, pitaya- dragonfruit, bananas, etc.) occasional carrot or carrot-ginger juice then one meal at night, mostly cook veggies a few hours before sleep. i'm mostly veg but been eating natural cheese. my spirit guides keep coffee as bueno for now. it bonds & contributes to the great work since my prophesy booth is at a cafe. i fast some days.

focusing on my posture when i’m typing or sitting has changed my health.

meditation is pure bliss. it led me to knowing how to access the psychic alpha state with my will. after some training, maybe even overtraining, i tap into the trance on command. i just did it right now while typing just to catch the feel. it’s real as fuck. 

what is meditation to me? choosing a meditation is like going to the fruit stand. there are so many varieties & feeling where in your field your astral body is called. be creative with meditation. be aware of the light body over the physical one, tune  it & play/or just be with this sensitivity. sometimes i just focus all my thought & awareness on one part of the energetic field. for example i’ll focus all my thought & awareness onto my head & eventually i disappear into a trance on the mental plane. if i do this on the heart, i disappear into the plane of raw feeling.

sitting in the woods too. listening to waves, birds, god, atum. all meditation.

flexing a thought that makes you feel good too. times i will sit with a vibe i want to carry so that i magnetize more of that vibe in my day to day. if i sit on the love frequency, love mirrors. if i sit on the ‘just signed a deal’ frequency, the offers come. this is a part of manifestation magick.

many of man's problems are because they cannot sit still with no stimulation.

feel the third eye. your soul is there. i started feeling mine, or feeling mine again, november ’22 after space ark contact. to regain sensation of the third eye one decalcifies the pineal gland from heavy metal, do chelation, cease fluoride & other heavy metal consumption.

after third eye probes there is often the desire to want to pinch yourself to see if it’s real. i'm still adapting to beliefs, self-beliefs, about recently obtained skill-sets that were not in the previous programming, but came with the ’22 update.

i’d snapped out of the technocratic spirit terms. ok. i’ve mostly snapped out of overusing tech words. affirmed. swapping terms like ‘spaceship’ to space ark because that seems more true.

yup, doing it again, bringing my astral self outside of myself pretty far while typing.

this is how a lot of written work happens, is that i bring myself out of body & let a subtler energy slide in & overtake the writing. making bonds with spirit guardians is bueno if you do this.

then consistent self-discipline with writing posture to keep that astral light flowing. 

minimalism is health. minimalism increases sensitivity to light. i enjoy the spirit more than the material i suppose.

i like to wear two to three simple black outfits. all cotton. cotton for my auric field. & all black is a question of 'how do you know the shift color creates until you’ve set yourself to one color?'  

social health is a bit detached. many of the lake residents have sat with me professionally. i’m blessed to have those around who are aware of seer consciousness & understanding of my hermit time & that i don’t drink & tolerant of my skipping social circles where there are discordant vibes to my practice. of late, i'll only go out for my own shows or a friend’s or another rare occasion.

seeing all thoughts, feelings, fears & worries, over distorts & denial. yuck. however my private, personal bonds are a joy.

romantically is another story. i love really intense loves & heartaches. love is the most healing.
[i'll analyze my romantic health in seer diaries #8 if i feel like]






addendum-
 writing the coughs out. tuna for neru in.

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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #6

𓅞[week of the antichrist versus christian pamphlets]
 
was sitting lakeside while my shop was open by the cafe. i often do this to go talk to thoth during my days & reset from the high traffic prophesy booth. it was as if i was summoned from meditation back to the booth. as i return, a guy offered me a pamphlet about christianity. he said his name is will & he's from jersey. 

i stared at him in the eyes & said "hi will. i’m the antichrist. i don’t want your pamphlet." i picked up his materials with the title ‘born again’ from around my booth’s area & kindly returned them. I sat down in my seat where i make quick spiritual analyses & psychic surgeries day after day, 

then he asked "can i pray for you? 

i replied that "atlanteans are listening through me & already registering whatever prayers because they hear our thoughts. will, your christian god is behind me & supports me as i do the great work. when i talk to the spirit of jesus, he really wants the truth of his story & not the christian version so he always says he has got my back"

i continued "very likely that no one actually wants your pamphlet & if they do accept it it they’re just trying to keep moving" then i smiled & said "will you don’t know what you’re up against. this is a place rooted in mysticism. they’ve all heard the ‘born again’ story before, will. please take your pamphlets & my prayers that you find a more interesting story, a true story, or an audience still entertained by the 'born again' one" we smiled  & he left a bit shaken

later in the day he passed & fearfully offered another pamphlet - an interruption - to a seeker i am sitting with who kindly rejected & turned back to our conversation about elementary spirits(bill out of his depth of spiritual understanding again) i felt grateful for him & i smiled. he left & i never saw him again but i was indeed grateful for will & his regurgitated story of ritualistic prophet shaming, the world worshipping a prophet on a cross so that they all learn the lessons & make no attempt to embody christ the man, the prophet. this guy was just a reflection of the world being tapped of creativity, zapped by pyramidic entities & institutions that leech off their attention. most had no creativity. he was a clone. as i watched him fill with fear, i was excited in this way like never before & all i wanted to do was provoke the christian world whenever possible. i'm really something they all believe in strongly.

the whole system is rigged to make people fear prophets because the image of a prophet being crucified got branded on the world consciousness by a fear mechanism discouraging the embodiment of christ

if i could just tune out all the noise, the noise of will, the amplification of the christian world, the noise of the hammer, the crying baby, the noise of a pedwalk, i could actually connect whoever to real faith & messages, kinda like christ. that was what i was able to connect will too, in moments, & there is a parallel world where will went home & became interested in the atlantean belief overlaying the symbology of prominent world religions. on that world, the force itself takes over & begins to teach him. he wouldn’t need a church to endlessly go to. he wouldn’t have social neediness & most of all he wouldn’t disturb me while i’m trying to keep an open psychic state on the pedwalk to read people. the hippie highway hasn’t seen will with his pamphlets since.



addendum -
some details were changed regarding privacy concerns 

developing new archetypal patterns to replace old networks that were no longer in alignment with the world we are shifting into. the 'new world'. a term the plutocracy has attempted, though futilely, to undermine, but it’s actually our term, a ‘hippie’ term(though i feel ‘hippie’ as not my term anymore because of its overuse, misuse & infusion of capitalistic intent loading the energy field of the word)

through clearing spirits & performing exorcism, my chant developed really serious purgative properties. i just thought i had to mention that i’m really seeing the chant practice come into full effect & allowing me to make myself & others purge in fits of coughs or burps. i’ve seen the effect on others. as i deployed the chant force. chant & visual force coupled together. others were learning how to do it for themselves as well.

because of this knowing had no more qualms about chanting openly out in public so that everyone could learn the benefits of chant. it wasn’t a complicated book-learning.  anyone could tap this force with their wills. i was overjoyed by this ability. i was really a human purgative of some sort.

the word itself became taxing as the expectations rose & i embodied more immaterial light. i was purifying thought, purifying doubt from the infinite mind. it’s this.

they predicted third & final because I 'end the World'. that's a plutocratic lie.

3rd & final, not because the world ends - heavens no - but because i’ve stepped into immortality.



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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #5

𓅞[week of comfort vs. destiny]

cats or destiny? are cats destiny?

considering how many more psychic readings i must give before a change of scenery. i’d love to stay in hakuna matata land with kitty Neru, who i’d named after Egyptian goddess of destruction, Neruit. 

I did a naming ceremony & spoke to spirit & asked that if I open the page of a book to a name, it will be thy name. sure enough when i opened the book of the dead there was the name illuminated:

Neruit

would love to stay enjoying, seeing more tourists, doing supreme magick, consulting most owners in town with their other agendas, & every soul in need otherwise, & the soul of kitty Neru, but destiny. fucking destiny. i had to face the path of the higher order & fulfill purpose. it needn’t happen all at once but in long drawn stages. if the zodiac had a cat sign it’s leo. ha the zodiac, destiny’s limitations on us.

the grand design of destiny is inexpressible until about seer diaries #37, for it is too grand

so the love & nourishing warmth of giving & cuddling endlessly. he is possessive over me & even cuddling & looking at me with his lil panther face while i’m writing this with one hand. being in the love kept from getting work done. pulled to examine the Venus Saturn alignments & patterns in my seeing work. the love pattern is keeping me in mirroring love in my human connections, though Neru has become possessive when i have sleepovers. in any case he is a force to remind me i’m still a part of the world.

i was making quick work of zodiacs in moments when connecting psychically, rather understanding the web as a whole, pivoting, tree-like organism. all to show the limits on reality for us to remain human temporarily.

destiny

i read the clouds over the volcano more & more. i added cloud divination sessions to my seer offerings. i loved life here with my jungle panther. no human partnership could move me from my cat alliance at this juncture. i was constantly tempted by the most beautiful divine beings but Neru is numero uno.

eventually face destiny

the bubble made by my aura was shiny. it was felt in my bedroom. when i got in bed at the end of the day it was like dissolving into a cocoon. Neru would join me on occasion -

FACE DESTINY

the corp coding & algo policing has been to prevent anyone with the capacity from doing exactly what i’ve been doing - & that’s using the word as a nuclear bomb 

- 

where frequency depth & really endurance through death, transformation, facing near death was on the subtle air that carried & penetrated deep within. i made those without similar death experiences uncomfortable & launch into defensive comparisons. oh well. i had risen above opinions & judgements of others. when you’ve actually fucking met an in-between being, might as well call god, seen them in teleportation, the opinions of others are small. knowing the nature of reality is different than thinking you know.

death fearlessness is a lack of flight in the face of transformation. truth is near-death states are the pathways to many healing & seeing gifts. this sensation can be moderated in healthy ways not really dangerous(fasting, breath, extreme heat & cold, etc.)

my voice is the way it is because i died. i had to die. but i didn’t die. almost. instead i transformed. & i’m still not all the way comfortable being back from the dead but i’m close. i wrote a lot on my near death experiences, plural. i’m still healing enough to be able to share all that writing one day.

destiny postponed

my voice is the nuclear bomb. it’s like the rappers demographic was obviously corporatized, the nuclear bomb energy was reapplied to me as a poet now. i could make whatever was written. i had to think beyond the superficial material, but to the cultural material. we were making statues & painting portraits.

destiny

i was the prototype mumble writer ready for shift to a new world - as foretold - one where my skillsets(channeling ghosts through poems, cosmic consciousness, throat chakra magick) are valued proper. anyways i was really just tapping back into enjoyment of the world after feeling a stranger from it after the atlantean contact.

readers, i mean really intense book readers, tap their psychic strength whenever they correctly identify the mood of the transmission, likely understanding i’m mumble writing with one hand.

will i choose destiny or cat?

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year of the scarecrow

seer diaries #4

𓅞[week of the mirror soul]

pattern recognition was at new depths. nobody could hide. auras were all coded. the aura spots would jump out as i’d identify them on someone. for instance one type would reveal with a blink or a light or a voice, which i'd see/hear/feel. then i'd know it was that type when i'd see it again on others. i'd coded disease to see it on people quickly. i'd coded the zodiac. i'd coded professions. i'd coded nations.

i'd become quite skilled at spotting the love potential on a being’s aura. the love bonds were keeping me tightly protected & thoth saw my love had grown & was sending me a succession of love, each with a unique bond, destined to create miracles.

was feeling tuned in as ever. pedwalk prophesy, still tuned in, just the message came like a cartoon, but it still came.

the game was pulling the oracles out of their caves & forcing an adaptation to agora life. the more an oracle could withstand in terms of noise & overstimulation the more the bridge between realms widened. i realized i’d been in training by the force to do just this.

a reading last week - & I will refer vaguely/briefly & with indirect time as to the privacy matter - a spanish-speaking woman about my age passed by & was drawn to my booth. alerted by a friend, i returned & she sat on the rug curbside beneath the altar to sobek & we dove into the soul field, in a bubble over a sea of passerby tourist noise [see minted haiku & photo to see where i practice prophesy].

i guessed her sign correctly first. it was part of a two-part guess which led with her sun sign. the same as mine. we delved deeper. the reading flowed back & forth from spanish to english.  we were near twin. it was a mirror soul reading. i encouraged her to bring more awareness to her progressed chart’s libra moon, at least in the way we mirrored one another. i revealed i am the same sun sign as her.

the love nature was addressed. her work life, the crossing of western therapeutics with holistic modalities was discussed. we talked about the challenges of this, crossing realms. i was doing similiar work.

we delved deeper, & i’ll leave out unneeded details for privacy, but eventually got to the family life. she disclosed both the parents are libra sun. stunned(my parents both being libra sun people; which i did not immediately reveal) so I dipped into the astral/third eye state/fluttering eyelids, & thoth tells me how to connect her message is to simply describe my parents, so i do.

[excuse me while i briefly describe childhood trauma; if you’re not in the mood, scroll on]

i speak on the heavy judgement from both parents. i follow with how at the time it may have felt too much, overwhelming & programmed a self-doubt that she has to override now. that they had a sense of keeping up appearances while not offering any depth beyond the facade. that the parents appeared like everything was alright when it wasn't. i tell her about her father’s emotional volatility. his years of abuse to an unchanging libra mother, so afraid of change that she withstood hurt & heartache. I described how her relationship with her mother was significantly better, as she was protective over her. that the father was in & out of the picture quite often in early years & when he was in it he had volatile emotions. i told of her father’s repressed rage as a result of high burdens in his youth. eventually I veered off to a detail that wasn’t quite right & only applicable to my parents & not hers, where I broke from the channel to state that I too have Libra parents & I'd just confused them with hers for a moment. 

we released incredulous laughter together, astonished that all i had to do was describe my parents. then we shared a moment of commiseration over this shared trauma. the empathic load on the universal spirit was halved that day.

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year of the scarecrow