Let’s talk about entities?
But how, why, and in what order?
Entities don’t want us to talk about them. But if we must talk about them, they want to dictate the terms, the feeling and the flavor, and most of all the outcome, of the discussion.
Talk is cheap; the devil’s currency is lingo. Do you really think those are your thoughts you are thinking?
We are literally swimming in a sea of entities, good, bad, and ugly. They move around us and through us, in us and as us.
What concern us here are the entities that do not belong there: the ones we made silent, invisible, and long-forgotten pacts with. The ones we signed our lives over to, as billions of people are currently signing over their blood and bodies to a corporate medical agenda that promises the opposite of what it actually delivers (health and wholeness).
When our conception, birth, and childhood all went wrong, when the natural, healthy, and essential forms of human support failed to be there and were replaced by unnatural, unhealthy, and inessential forms of sabotage, that’s when the entities stepped in, and offered up an alternate support network.
Our imaginary friends provided very real forms of comfort, starting with our very identities. Like a wire mesh chicken coop, a latticework of sentient parasitical entities, cuckoos looking for a nest and a host, to extend hungry tentacles of influence into the biological realm.
The dark satanic entities of this sort are like razor-thin wedges that insinuate themselves, insidiously and hideously, between the cells of our bodies. They nest between us and our life force, between our body and our soul, between parents and children, brothers and sisters, man and wife.
Like splinters that becomes hooks and levers, they slide into the cracks of an unformed communal body, preventing the weaving of the divine with the material that is very the purpose of Creation. This both allows, and creates the demand, for a counterfeit, satanic, anti-communal body.
Nature abhors a vacuum; and where two or three are gathered and Christ can’t gain access, Satan is more than happy to pick up that slack.
This is the most essential thing to know, and the most urgent work to do, in 2022.
All the ways in which we are not ourselves and are unable to be ourselves.
This includes especially the tricks we have learned to be something other than ourselves and not even realize or remember.
Mission creep has led us into enemy territory, where we have been so thoroughly brainwashed that we have become our own worst enemy. Our passions, powers, perks and privileges, have all been bestowed upon us illegitimately, as part of a formative pact with entities that got us out of the desert of the real, and into a “metaverse” of make-believe meanings, and phony fingers pointing at mirage moons.
My own dilemma is suitably “meta”: how can I write about entities, when my writing skills are part of a package of entity-gained spoils of internal self-conquest—siddhis that seduced a sad son of a soused stuck-writer, by serving up a satanic simulation of soul-satisfaction?
Where there is no father’s blessing, we are all suckers for succubae.
What prompted this newsletter is the new, intensified focus in the Dave Oshana meetings on the question of where we end and where the entities begin. In fact, I had already begun delving into demonsville earlier last year, via my interest in exploring the work of Rudolf Steiner, with a particular emphasis on his teachings about the influences of the dead and spirits of darkness. (Links below; expect more to come.)
Unlike Dave, I have always been fascinated by these dark materials. And no doubt talked of them beyond my station. Or, if I did have a degree of authority with which to talk of them, it was an authority given me by the entities themselves—making me—literally, though not always wittingly—a PR agent for Lucifer! D’oh!
If nothing else, ironically, this genuinely qualifies me to speak of such things now. I know, as well as Adam, the seduction methods of demons, dragons, and fallen angels. I know exactly what they offer and what seems to be in it for us. And I know the prices we pay for falling for the oldest seduction game in town.
(If you missed this, and/or are interested in brushing up on the JaHovian journey through the land of the flyers, see links below.)
I am currently presented with a timely challenge and possible temptation—to write or not to write. That is the question! Whether it is nobler in the mind, bla bla.
I recently negotiated a publishing deal for the mostly-completed (I hope) Big Mother-Kubrickon book, aka, Deep Fake, aka The Disembodiment Agenda, etc., etc. This was sparked by a request from Aeon for a book, followed by a brief negotiation over royalties. Someone has tentatively volunteered to do the index, so those are the most nuts-&-boltsy matters addressed.
Even so, I am unsure it is wise for me to return to book writing. It’s not a matter of time, since in winter I don’t get out and work on the land until early afternoon when the sun is shining. It’s a question of what’s the best use of my energy and life force, and of discerning whether this is an entity-engineered trap to keep me spinning my intellectual cogs and feeding the matrix, or a genuine opportunity to share something of value, consistent with the move outside the mind and into the body and the soul.
16 Maps was to be my last book about Hell. It was an especially satisfying end to my career, for being a more audience-collaborative experience. So whether I proceed with this possible throwback, depends on whether it can be developed more along those lines, by recruiting some early readers to provide feedback, and even contribute material, to bring the work all the way into the enlivened, embodied present.
The book is currently a splicing together of the following: The Kubrickon; some chapters on technology, consciousness, and neurodiversity that I worked on in the early days of Auticulture (such as my long essay on PK Dick); several subsequent essays on technology, social engineering and the occult; and my writings on transgender.
If I were to work on it, I would expect to be culling whatever can be culled, hoping that what I have is something between a block of marble and Moses; something that, with a little but not too much finessing, will be ready to lead my people out of slavery, and to smash some golden calves (rather than become one).
Last up, since entities and their devilish manipulations is the interest and focus for 2022, I would be drawing out this theme as much as possible from the material, or, where it is absent, introducing it in there.
The first step, however, is to find out if there is sufficient soul sentience to participate in this project, and so get the blood of consciousness flowing, into these otherwise sleepy fingers and limbs. I am referring to the monster, here, not to the mad doctor (or maybe both). So then, as always, over to you.
Relevant Rudolf Steiner Audios: