As we speak, there are entire camps of idiots trying to seduce the gullible into attempting to skip the reincarnation process. These modern neo-Gnostics would have you believe that Earth is a prison planet, and God is a malevolent demiurge who wants you to suffer for eternity. The solution to winning the video-game-like construct, they claim, is to die and hop off into the eternal, holy Void so you can live out your hedonistic fantasies in a pristine world where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. This Heaven or Promised Land is the Good Place with more exciting adventure and just enough trauma to allay boredom. In neo-Gnostic Heaven, you can do all the drugs you want and never get addicted, you can enjoy all the technological conveniences and never create an ounce of plastic waste, and you can guzzle resources in a Candyland Eden where all is constant sex and approval. I am one of the few who judges such a heaven as lame, but then I have never been adverse to hard work. Personally, I am fine with them flying to whatever Void/Heaven they think is out there. My main request is that they stop advertising it out of obvious insecurity and prove it awaits us all by joining it early, as in right now. They need to bite the bullet and put up or shut up, so to speak. All it takes is a sturdy rope, a ladder, and a sufficiently high ceiling beam.
We are all being punished
Christianity gets one thing right and that is that we are all sinners through and through. Cancel culture is funny because we have all done at least one thing worthy of being cancelled, deplatformed, disenfranchised, and cast out into the hostile wilderness. If we did not do anything terribly sinful in our present incarnation, such as in the case of little babies, we likely did terrible things in a past one. In at least one of my past human incarnations, I believe I was a serial murderer and a compulsive cheater. I was an alcoholic and a wife beater. I have been awful in this lifetime too, though not as awful as the serial killer for sure, and that is why in this lifetime I strive to identify my transgressions and say “I don’t do that anymore” with sincerity and resolve. I work with what I have, as it is eventually (very eventually) preferable to the rebellious alternatives and slightly faster.
To make matters worse, we are all incarnated in the worst, densest era of materialism ever to exist. No group of civilizations has ever been subject to the kinds of physical obsessions and possessions that we are a party to every day. Never has it been harder to do the kind of spiritual work that renders physical incarnation a choice. Personally, though I have done lots of spiritual work in the last decade, I believe I will be incarnating for at least the next 300 years, and not by choice. I believe I am going to be a man in my next life, specifically a gay, mostly asexual, Mexican musician who will be born in Mexico City. After that, it’s looking like one or more turns as a Colombiana or Colombiano, and in my final incarnations, it will likely be as an Alaskan shaman. I will be surprised if it does not turn out this way but not upset. I am fine with whatever happens because I will have partially caused it.
Notice my use of the word “partially”. Just because I was a serial killer in my past life does not ensure I will be killed in a future life. Nevertheless, in my own case, the result of being a sadistic serial killer who enjoyed leaving victims to rot in my oubliette was subsequent experiences of starving to death in the lifetimes afterward. As far as I know, I starved to death three times in past lives, though the serial killer himself died well fed. My starvations seem to indicate that I am done with that particular karma, but honestly I have no idea. I am not saying that starvation victims or victims of any other sort deserve it. I am merely providing examples of what I believe happened to me in previous lives.
Neo-Gnostics especially hate hearing that we all chose to be here.
The trouble with not admitting you could be wrong
India’s caste system is based both in the profound, endemic belief in reincarnation and that one’s station in life is predetermined by karma from past lives. Caste is secretly communicated among those in the know via surnames. For instance, the surnames Iyer, Patel, and Choudhary are connected with higher castes. Dalits or low, untouchable caste members are often not given surnames at all. The sickening aspect of this system is that it offers no path toward karmic redemption. Once a Dalit, always a Dalit, and you had better know your place as a Dalit and do the dirty work that nobody else will do, slave.
Never does the Indian caste hierarchy (and plenty of other Asian societies exhibit similar structures and beliefs) ask “What if we humans are wrong about the way things are supposed to work?” No, there is only mindless backsliding into the status quo without question of its fairness or whether blindly stumbling along to its beat has any consequences for the Brahmins, Kshatriyas, and Vaishas who reaped the benefits of the system in unearned wealth and conspicuous indulgence in material delights.
In the West, we have an equal and opposite form of retardation known as being saved. No matter what you do in your supposed one shot at human incarnation, if you repent and kowtow to Jesus as your personal savior, you are absolved of all the consequences of your actions. You could be a serial killer, addict, rapist, and all around nasty piece of work, but as long as you cuck to the final boss, you can sit at the right hand of God for all eternity. It is like the neo-Gnostic’s fantasy beyond the Void but without as much hatred.
For the atheist, being saved is being swallowed whole into the Void from whence once came, which is the same as nonexistence. Atheists are cleverer than Buddhists, because they jump right into the Void without having to strip away the desires and passions that keep them earthbound. And if you figured out that I am lying about atheists jumping into the Void, then congratulations, you have figured out some of my sarcasm.
A brief guide to your life post-death
After you die, you are likely to see yourself peel away from your mortal body. There will be two yous, the one lying dead on the Earth’s surface and the you that was always trapped inside that meat suit who suddenly feels anywhere from 1-600 pounds lighter. A gate will open and you will be drawn towards it. For some, this will look like a tunnel. For others, it will be a bright light. For others still, it will be a black hole. Whatever, it’s a portal, and your perception of it is with your mind’s eye. Your brain will be dead, but your mind will not. Even if you died of advanced Alzheimer’s, your mind will be right there, telling you to go towards the light like the Poltergeist movie. With luck, this article will get you to be conscious of your two guides ahead of time. There are usually two guides — I am not sure why. Maybe they look like angels. All I am told is they feel like very smart friends. They will help you out of here into the first gate.
If you are a neo-Gnostic who has recently hung herself, you will at this point run away from your guides. You will go anywhere except where they lead you, convinced that they are the minions of the evil God-demiurge who wants to farm your loosh. Since your Heaven is probably not waiting, you will then remain earthbound, your astral body tethered to the lower part of the astral plane that you vibrated to in life. You will be stuck haunting the nightmares of other people as a hungry ghost. You will spend copious time lingering in boredom for what will seem like an eternity but will only be a blip in geological time as others move on. You will stall your evolution and become part of what is making this Earth so unbearable at the moment, so thanks for that in advance.
For the rest of us who are not in such a hurry to excarnate and are willing to go through the long process of ascending out of the material, there will be friends, relatives, and pets waiting at the end of the Rainbow Bridge. These are not our Meatworld material friends and relatives. They are the higher selves of those beings who exist in the place beyond space and time.
Once the shock of dying wears off and the relatives, friends, and pets have helped us cleanse ourselves of Meatworld a bit, it is off to hell. Hell is where we take a good, hard look at all the stupid things we did as humans and where we are judged by the grace in which we accept the personal consequences of what we did. There is no avoiding hell. When a baby dies and goes to hell, it is not the infant consciousness that deals with that hell but the higher self that can process that hell from past experiences as an adult. That is why it is called purgatory, because it is impermanent. Hell is not eternal. It is a place where we can look at our reactions to the copious negative parts of life through a clear eye. The more you vibrate in sympathy to your own hell energy, the longer you will stay. The righteous Christian who shouted about hell from his pulpit and got off on visions of the wicked burning for all eternity will feel his own flesh melt off several times, and the more he cries and curses and refuses to admit what he wanted to happen to those who disagreed with him, the further his punishment will stretch. If we react in hostility to our hells, or worse, somehow enjoy the pain, we will be there a bit longer, but not for eternity because Nature abhors a vacuum. The apparent vacuum of deep space is actually chock full. The Void was never empty.
Once the hell process is over, we all go to Heaven. Once again, we reunite with our soul swarm and fly with our flock. If we vibrated towards healing and compassion in Meatworld life, we will be reminded as that vibration grows stronger and stronger. We will bounce further away from material existence and it will seem like a distant memory, even though part of us will still be deep within it. The place beyond space and time is exactly that — it isn’t beholden to space or time.
A few more processes will happen and then Boom! We are born again into different bodies to repeat the same process again until material bodies are no longer needed to learn any soul lessons. I look forward to being born into a time when there are no more cars on the road and no more planes in the sky. I relish laughing about the idea of someone being so enchanted by a screen that he walked off a cliff or crashed her car. Some day that is going to be funny. Right now? Not so much.
Karma is vibration
Everything is vibration. We are in the densest part of vibration in the material plane. We are all tracks in space, all of whom began with a single intention we mislabel as God. To become a better version of yourself, you need to vibrate that way. You can start by identifying the worst parts of yourself and refusing to wallow in that realization. For instance, I am naturally lazy. I totally understand why someone would sleep until noon or 1pm every day, get a cat but not clean his litter box, and subsist upon the charity of others. I used to do these things as a young girl — my father cleaned my cat’s litter box as I slept until noon and I wasn’t exactly bringing home a paycheck. (In my defense, I was 9 years old.) Had I gone down that established road of laziness and entitlement, I could have turned into what I call a Paris-or-bust, someone determined to live the life of Paris Hilton despite not having access to that kind of money. Instead, I chose to vibrate to the pattern of workaholism, self-sacrifice, and dogged determination to clean my own toilet and sweep my own floor until the day after I die, because I hope to clean my own toilet and floor on the literal day I croak. I choose to clean my cat’s litter boxes (they have 4) multiple times per day. I am lucky that 3 of them live outside.
Why doesn’t God heal amputees?
I don’t know. This is actually a rephrasing of the question “Why isn’t life fair?” It is possible there is no God. It is possible that the pain of missing an arm or leg is retribution or a lesson for hurting someone in a past life. It could be because God is an evil demiurge who keeps us on this prison planet in order to harvest our loosh. The best answer I have is that I do not know, but I do know how to control my own reactions to life’s seeming unfairness. I can be fair even when life is not. I can admit that any assumption I make could be wrong. For these reasons, I do not make snap judgements about amputees or disabled people in general, presuming they did something to create the karma they currently deal with. Religion does this all the time and it is seriously gross.
Chemtrails
There is a special class of people who feel entitled in their attempts to cull the other 8 billion. They already take up an inordinate amount of space with their private jets, superyachts, and underground cities, but instead of enjoying lives of leisure, they are currently trying to surveil and destroy the majority of humans on this planet. Many of them are in government and private equity. In order to systematically destroy as many humans as efficiently as possible, they organize fleets of planes that dump toxic chemicals into the air.
The result is on any given beautiful day, you will see the sky crosshatched with plane excrement that is not a result of commercial flight emissions. Wait long enough and the sky will turn a leaden gray. The chemtrails spread out and block the sun: that is the goal. We cannot have the big, bright shiny ball in the sky giving the hoi polloi a sense of hope.
The ostensible goal of chemtrails is to modify weather patterns, and they do this. Creating rain with planes has been a thing since before the first world war. They are mostly intended to poison regular people and to give them cancer. Healthy people who eat clean food and drink clean water do not put money into the medical-industrial complex. Healthy people do not buy insurance or go to the doctor.
Someone has to pilot the planes. Chemtrail pilots cannot be reasoned with, as they are the comfortably numb soldier type who follows orders and do what they are told. They blast away on their missions, not putting together that their children can also die of cancer. They go about their business and they are handsomely rewarded. They go on vacation to the yet-unspoiled places where their own planes do not fly. They eat delicious, expensive food, never questioning that they are directly causing climate events that prevent food from being grown around the world. They cause a great deal of mischief, and chances are they will live and die thinking they have gotten away with it.
If you think the chemtrail pilot gets away with murder, then wait until you meet the billionaire. There is no such thing as an ethical billionaire or multi-millionaire. Does not exist. There is no way you can amass a billion or multiple millions via earning that wealth, and all wealth must be earned by someone, including the wealth the Earth ostensibly gives away for free. Jeff Bezos has a superyacht that has a second, just-in-case yacht that trails behind it. Donald Trump made over two billion dollars in market trades in the month of June alone. Both Bezos and Trump will probably die as wealthy as they lived.
Of course I could be wrong. I believe Bezos and Trump will be earning every cent of money they took away from those who earned it. Bezos, who got his ill-gotten gains by pushing his workers until they had to pee in bottles for lack of time to properly go to the bathroom, will face many, many lifetimes and deathtimes of being poor until he understands why you don’t treat your workers that way. As for Trump? It’s probably the same. He who broke his promises to the working class will most likely end up in the working class, and there is no shortage of exploiters willing to take advantage of the working class.
As for our chemtrail pilot, he will see many lifetimes and between-life hells of being poisoned again and again while forced into a position of impotent rage, because this is what he did to others.
The reason I don’t go after chemtrail pilots and give them a dose of fairness is because I don’t have time to waste. I have a very small set of talents and finite time to use them. Those talents do not involve proficiency in war. As a tiny, 4’11” person, I cannot throw a man across the room, nor can I handle the firearm that does the job for me. Instead of fighting this man I hate, including with the one thing I do have on my side, language, I ignore him and build my own strength. Someday, and it may be several lifetimes from now, I will have the energy to topple the forces that make him strong. That day is not today.
Karmic drag and lift
The trouble with karma is that it isn’t a scorecard. It is a symphony in a multidimensional pond of sound. Your karma is my karma is our karma. My soul never wished for the existence of cars and planes as far as I know, but someone else’s did and I chose to be on this planet, so now I feel obligated to drive a car even though I hate driving.
I can wish someone dead or I can even Luigi him because I see him as a ruiner of lives. If I get my wish and he dies, all I get is the karma of wishing someone dead and succeeding. I will likely want to do it again and again, because wishing people dead and having it happen is the perfect crime. Since I vibrate to wishing for the deaths of others, I will gain a bunch of people and incorporeal forces wishing I would die. You are what you vibrate.
An entity once came to me as I was standing by the piano. I asked “What’s it like to be a god?” and it answered “It’s like teaching an amoeba to play the piano.” As a pianist, I look back a few hundred million years and realize that I had humble beginnings. Before I was a piano player, I was a singing sailor. Before that, I was a court jester. Before that, I was the aforementioned serial killer. Before that, I was a retarded child whose father taught him to hear the spaces between sounds known as intervals. Before that, I was a series of cats and geese. Before that, I was whatever evolved from dinosaurs to become geese. Before that, I was probably a lump of seaweed. Before that, I was an amoeba. A zillion cause and effects later, we have me, the pianist who writes about the occult.
If you are not smart enough to grok the process of how you got here, you are not smart enough to understand karma. In my own case, what little I know about going from amoeba to pianist is not enough to draw conclusions about the fairness or unfairness of the Universe. So instead of complaining, I try to find what is best about myself and amplify that. When I see the good in others, I recognize it so they can also amplify what makes them special and good.
If you want to clean up your karma, do not ask for it to be sped up so you can “get it over with”. Instead, clean it up the fastest way possible: by practicing gratitude in every act. My book Sacred Homemaking: A Magical Approach to a Tidier Home tells you how to do this with simple household items and chores. You can also do it by looking at your past and focusing on the things that made it good instead of doing the usual thing and marinating in what made it awful. I often say of various moments in my life that if I had a thousand years to thank the gods for one particular cross-section in spacetime, it would not be enough. When my husband and I get to go out to dinner together and laugh at a funny joke, that is a thousand-year moment. When I was a kid in the 1980s and my father obtained a real Christmas tree and we decorated it as a family; another thousand-year moment. Every thousand-year moment you identify and recognize in your life spreads that energy exponentially to those who need it where it actually matters: in the place beyond space and time. You can cancel out a great deal of your negative consequences with this kind of energy because positive energy also has consequences.
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