Discussion in 'Around the Campfire' started by Kchoo, Sep 4, 2017.
So, the gist is she wants to have more interactions with you after reading your book? Do you think that's coming from her or her superiors?
They are all in cahoots... Hard to trust them no matter how genuine they are, the surprises are a bit much to take...
That's a different tone from you. The wow factor must have diminished.
They are interesting... Let's see what they come up with now. Haha.
My turn to push the envelope a little... I am sure it is another part of a larger plan... I just don't know what it is yet.
"More heart, less brain". They said...
Maybe that is more than they bargained for.
Poetry of life
So we love and breathe, and we invent and create, and we have children and we raise them, and we fill our days with tasks of work as a means to continue the cycle of life and death... each day we go to sleep and we die a little, only to arrive as a new life tomorrow...
"Our bodies are of similar construction and exposed to the same external influences. This results in likeness of response and concordance of the general activities on which all our social and other rules and laws are based. We are automata entirely controlled by the forces of the medium being tossed about like corks on the surface of the water, but mistaking the resultant of the impulses from the outside for free will. The movements and other actions we perform are always life preservative and though seemingly quite independent from one another, we are connected by invisible links. So long as the organism is in perfect order it responds accurately to the agents that prompt it, but the moment that there is some derangement in any individual, his self-preservative power is impaired. Everybody understands, of course, that if one becomes deaf, has his eyesight weakened, or his limbs injured, the chances for his continued existence are lessened. But this is also true, and perhaps more so, of certain defects in the brain which deprive the automaton, more or less, of that vital quality and cause it to rush into destruction. A very sensitive and observant being, with his highly developed mechanism all intact, and acting with precision in obedience to the changing conditions of the environment, is endowed with a transcending mechanical sense, enabling him to evade perils too subtle to be directly perceived. When he comes in contact with others whose controlling organs are radically faulty, that sense asserts itself and he feels the "cosmic" pain. The truth of this has been borne out in hundreds of instances and I am inviting other students of nature to devote attention to this subject, believing that through combined and systematic effort results of incalculable value to the world will be attained."
Shai- "What are you doing, Ken?"
"Wrong approach, Shai."
"Okay... how about this one. We have given you a lot... you have accepted it freely, and there is no reason to act like we owe you anything. Take our offer or leave it... that is up to you... always was.... but don't try to act like we did anything but keep you safe, hold you in the highest esteem, and rescue you from worse fates. Take your time, but this hurt Semjase, and even myself... be careful what you say... we have feelings too. I am going to leave you alone... you know how to reach us if you need anything... But take it from a friend, Sometimes your timing sucks."
Nice sliver of a moon this morning... only captured half of it with my phone... does not do it justice.
Thinking about what Shai said,
Maybe it isn't them... maybe it is just me... tired of trying to grasp an existence that cannot be....
It is like being a scuba diver.... I can visit, but I can't stay.... it is part of me, and feels like my home when I am there, but foriegn, and impossible to stay emersed for long...
Sometimes it seems as if I should not go.
It is is unnatural, and dangerous, but yet it can feel so nice when I am there... for a while, I do fall in to the illusion that I belong... but If I were able to stay for more than a few hours, I would miss my things and want to return...
I must return to my place. The place I am destined to live in...
My my air, my work, my home, my coffee...
The rest, is just the temporary exploration of a wonderous impossibility...
. . .
Toast-"Just be the explorer, Ken. Nobody expects anything more."
Well. It was...
Then my exploration took a turn... the darkness in this world is winning... greed and corruption overwhelming... It is this darkness that wants to turn us all upside down... the only way to fight it is to learn to laugh at yourself... love yourself...
love each other... happiness and joy is the key, and darkness is at war with it...
anonymous trolls blasting anything meant to be positive... twisting it.. destroying its intent...
Computers meant to make life easier, are hacked and identities stolen... political cartoons are not even fun anymore...
The good news is eventually this darkness will self destruct under its own weight.
Me, "Shai? Semjase? I get it... and I am sorry... it's me... I have no reason to be so negative... but I am... and I think it is an epidemic here... I know I need to get over it,. deal with it, and learn to accept that a I cannot fix the world, let alone myself... but I do accept that I am different... how can I not be? And what does it mean?
I have seen more than I ever thought I would see, learned... and I am simply overwhelmed... but Thank you... thank you for letting me know... for triggering me..
Thank you for challenging me to understand what I really should have already taken As a known, because I have known for centuries... and for helping me to access the library of universal knowledge...
It is just that, now that I can see... I see sooo much... and I still have no clue what to do with it... or trust that I even understanding it.. I feel more lost in all this than enlightened... and I feel like I should know what to do... but I don't know.... I just don't know!"
Shai, "Ken... sleeeeeep... okay? Just get some rest! We will help you... but right now... just rest ok?"
And suddenly I am very tired... I am going to take a shower and go to bed..
I remember a while back in another forum you kinda admitted (though indirectly I must say) that all this is a made up story-- or it might not be real!?! Whatever............
Do you still stand by that? If you've already mentioned it in this thread then forgive me- no time to go through the whole thread
Just got out of the shower, and laying down now...
I said it is fiction, but the experiences, dreams, or imagination, possible real contacts here and there, are an exploration into "What if it is of something real?"
So, you could say it is made up, but made of what?
The effect of the exploration is the same.... allowing myself to believe in all this is exhausting, and I could not explore it if I thought it was all just complete nonsense.
But let's say it is just made up... it has been a learnful experience nonetheless.
I will add this... my books are inspired by actual real alien encounters... I chose to explore it in a meditative way, to try to stay connected with them... and I am not saying it did not work... in fact, It opened up my mind to a new consciousness in my life... not about aliens, but about people, and life, and living. It has been a worthy Journey of the mind and heart... addressing all the human struggles in accepting a potential higher existence...
Back yard, Semjase finds me when I was only 4...
Fireworks when I was five, Brunette intruduces herself via hologram of a younger 5 year old version of herself...
-Met Charlie a Grey, and Toast an Alpha Draconian/grey hybrid? (Alph Keeper )
Brunette came to see me, appearing to be same age as me a few times when I was a boy.A strange haircut by a nanny turned weird when I was 10. She was really a Telosian? performing surgery on my brain.
Semjase came to see me when I was very sick in my Early twenties.
Semjase rescued me from something dark when I was in my mid twenties.
Semjase and Brunette met me at a climbing gym when I was in my mid thirties.
Semjase and Brunette and Charlie and a Reptillian was introduced to me in my early 40s
Semjase met me at a resort bar for a brief talk in my mid forties
Brunette interrupted a family dinner, and froze everyone so she could talk to me... we had a bit of a falling out.
A convention: 49 years old: Brunette appears with A male counterpart and we sort of patched things up.
There are a few cameos here and there in between, but these are all the things I tied together that involved Brunette and Semjase.
When I put it together, I wrote it all down.. then the rest is meditative, dreams, exploring the idea of connecting to the library of universal knowledge... and subjecting myself to 'trips' of concious and subconcious learning through clean living and simple meditation and dreams.
It has become a part of me... I hope to see them in person again... and to really sit down with them and chat about it all. My books are mostly a gesture of open arms. Maybe they will find me worthy of a real discussion soon... that would be nice... and I think they would owe me that... if any of it is real...
And I really am exhausted.. but. I felt the need to share that... goodnight...
I am not the only one...
There are others..
here is one...
"Semjase? Good Morning?"
"HI Ken! Well... look who is growing some more, haha!"
"Okay, so that was easy... forgiven already?"
"NO! Haha! Ken... I understand what you are going through, believe me... we all go through it again and again... Nobody said growth is easy. Of course you didn't need forgiveness... you just needed to grow. And you have..."
"What about Shai?"
"What about it?"
"Oh common... "
"Jeeze... you guys!"
"No... but at least I understand exactly what you are talking about."
"Yep... he has finally accepted who he is... "
"We will see... we know it takes time... but this looks promising. Thanks for working on it, Ken... So many others have failed to get this far... but there are many who have succeeded... You don't need us anymore... but we are glad to be your friend."
"My how Kchoo has grown! Not so long ago he wanted to take a swing at Old Toast... but now he seems to really get it..."
"Oh too funny!"
" Ken is no longer bound to the confines of his physical body... but he still hasnt learned that yet... But welcome to the Universe, Ken"
"Remember my portal, Ken?"
"It is simply the next step for you... Learn to use your own... it is the same as telepathy, except your body goes with you... "
"You are ready."
"That he IS!!!"
"Take your time, Ken... meditate... it will come... "
"Oh no... I am not ready..."
"When you are, we will be waiting. Love you, Ken!"
"Yes we do!"
"Awww... he is crying... Stop it Ken... you are making my eyes water..."
"Later guys... "
"I have been looking forward to this for a long time!"
"No pressure, Ken... it will come."
. . .
you didn't to start with though did you!?! you claimed it was really happening to you!
went on for months, didn't it!
it's only until you were sussed out due to contradictions & not thinking you decided the only way out is to say it's fiction!
still, imo most claims of this nature are made up but at least you finally admitted it. though one can only wonder how long you would have kept up the facade if not challenged....
but no worries, eh?
And thus begins
Kchoo III- Transcendence.
Kchoo III- Transcendence
No sir... I started out from the beginning on Alien Hub. I specifically stated it was Dreams and it was not real...
But I also allowed myself to question reality... to allow myself to believe... and that is how it began...
Toroid, and August can confirm.
Don't forget to read the post above:
Back yard, Semjase finds me when I was only 4...
Fireworks when I was five, Brunette intruduces herself via hologram of a younger 5 year old version of herself... (blah blah)
Separate names with a comma.