What does our soul-purpose look like when manifested as mundane action? The question remains open, unmapped. We only know what we are by expressing what we are. Soul work requires human interactions that allow our souls to come more fully into physical expression, by connecting and amplifying the shared signal of Spirit, as receiver-transmitters. Finding the Others means not only finding souls we can connect to; it means more fully connecting to those souls we have already located in ordinary spacetime, but not yet forged a link to in Eternity.
If you read or listened to 16 Maps of Hell, you know I have wanted to make movies ever since I was a lonely, horny adolescent in my attic room. You also know that drive got all tangled up with an entity-bred desire to be part of a satanic system (Hollywood), and that, in more recent years, I have tried to extricate, or extinguish, that desire from my psyche and settle for being a goatherd and chicken-roost builder. But, like the monster in a B‑movie, the dream of creating surrogate realities keeps coming back to haunt and hound me. Is there a way to transform and redeem it, I am now wondering, by splicing it with soul-group-work? Is there a bridge between the fallen temporal world and the eternal spiritual realms? Isn’t that exactly what the soul is meant to be?
Testing these waters, moving intrepidly across a minefield of ancestral entities, I am now recruiting readers for a script first written back in 2012, when I was living in Estonia, now called The Light of Dead Stars. (The original title was the Phil K Dickian “(I Will Always Be) The One I Never Was.) I was struck recently how this script is unlike any of my other scripts — that it seems to be suffused with an otherworldly quality. Inspired, I have been sharing it with a select few readers, with an eye towards developing it in some form (stage, radio, film, or series of short films). It involves a falsely-awakened spiritual sleeker (& pot smoker) who winds up as an accidental serial murderer when every woman he touches dies on him. (This was before I knew about what John de Ruiter was up to with the women, before he had announced his Calling, and a couple of years before one of the women died.)
The script is a comedy, sort of, a surreal crime psychodrama, and a quasi-scifi mystery. Full synopsis here. If you’d like to read a portion of the script and join this project, let me know.
In other news, the Saturday SWEEP meets (at 12 pm UK time) continue as a very small but tight group (roughly the same 5–7 participants each week) that is becoming more and more of a working “party” due to the consistency and commitment of the attendants. It is open to newcomers but so far, you aren’t coming. The few of you who have reached out with interest, fell silent soon after, and so have not made it in. Apparently, people are afraid! But of what, is not so clear.
Now the group is up and running, we are taking on some real-life thorny entity-issues. The many potholes and pitfalls of being a spiritual seeker suffering from soul loss and mission creep in a entity-infested society, beset on every side by charlatans, sorcerers, and sexual predators trying to fleece you and casting lots for your internal organs while promising you the world. If you aren’t mad as hell and swearing not to take it anymore, then you have probably already succumbed to the advertising and don’t even know it.
The Sat SWEEP meetings offer an opportunity to experience some intensive soul-group-work processing, to confront some of these demons, inner and outer, in real-time, with a group of caring and committed participants, and to come out the other side just a little bit clearer, cleaner, and leaner than before.
However: only intrepid, bold, and honest souls with a fierce commitment to change need apply. Otherwise, don’t waste my or your time. It’s like the old adage about old age: SWEEP meets are not for sissies.
More info here.