Balloons & Ponies | British Petroleum the E.P.A., N.O.A.A. & F.E.M.A | Langoliers of 2012 [7]

For almost twenty years I have taken an interest with the mysteries of this world, this galaxy, this universe and every dimension running through it.

My mind has thus been shaped by this intensive period of study. It is clear to me that I notice things others do not; this is to be expected due to the nature of my subject. When you have looked for the meaning behind the seemingly meaningless, answers for the almost impossible and order within cosmic chaos, you gain a sharp eye indeed.

No longer will I act surprised when someone does not see the awful pattern emerging around them. I am past mocking others for failing to see the obvious. A cryptographer can’t expect everyone in the room to read his message. To see what is hidden you must first open your eyes and then learn to see clear. Learn to really look, even twice if you need to.

Our reality is crumbling to fragments. I watch people step over the cracks never looking down, just trusting they land a foot on a stable piece each time their foot falls. Until the foot goes through the sidewalk almost nobody looks down. Maybe they sense that if the look down they won’t be able to pretend anymore, or maybe they really are so deep in the trance they really just know only to keep stepping forward without contemplation.

Situations, I mean big situations, eat their way into your reality a bit at a time. It is rarely an overnight affair or flash of lightning from a clear sky. We all know how it works even though we ignore its onset and much of its progression.

An example of this anxiety laced process is demonstrated in times of war. First it is far away and merely a headline on a middle page in the newspaper. Then are heard the whispers from travellers from afar and strange stories spread. The news is on the front page next and people begin to feel uncomfortable. Then people one knows are involved somehow whether directly or indirectly through their work or connections. Then there is a steady stream of the dead and worse headlines, a general lull comes to national affairs. In time come the bombs falling on your head, destroying what you held to be beautiful and laying down those you love.

For ten thousand years the process has unfolded in much the same way. Yet man has rarely urged a mass movement to prevent the creep before it got to the climax. Always the few ran around begging people to act quickly and still the mass populace has slumbered on until things were woefully late. So many precious opportunities have been missed so many lives needlessly lost. Always we have stood by and watched two terrible rivers run deep and fast, a river of blood, and a river of tears.

How many of us would it take to damn these rivers?

This time it is not so much just a war that we are allowing to build into a frightful crescendo. It is true that we largely ignore the little children killed by cybernetic predator drones in Afghanistan and those dying of starvation in Iraq’s once vibrant capital city. Further we do also sit back and watch a handful of little respected pontificators and liars shunt us on track to a war with Iran. Certainly these are very serious and deeply troubling affairs, heartbreaking even.

Now we have decided to take all that suffering and raise it. This time we will sit back and watch the same sociopaths responsible for these social ills go about poisoning our mighty oceans. The anxiety should be creeping in right about now and all interest in who won the X-factor evaporates from mind. The anxiety is there to tell you that there is something you are supposed to be doing, it is not there to ruin your day or punish you for some dreamt up wrongdoing. The anxiety is mother Earth whispering home truths directly into your ear.

The sky is clouding, the grass is fading,
People in anguish, the dark is rising.
The Earth She writhes beneath the claws
of the minds that are poisoned

Do not dare for a moment accuse me of spreading negativity either. My attempt is a call to listen to your anxiety, don’t pretend it is not there or hide it with medication. Something is wrong, that is why you feel uncomfortable. So it has been for humans since the dawn of our times. When the walls of ice first moved in you can bet ancient man felt anxious, yet likely put off moving camp until babies died in the winters and game had disappeared.

Just too slow, too slow. How many times has that been the story of our responses to the big threats and rolling disasters?

Her children tossed on the waves
of cruel desire and corruption
It could be you, don't shrink away
from the need of the hour

Despite spending two decades studying and directly experiencing some of the most bizarre phenomena recorded on this planet, some things still do surprise me. Even having had out of body experiences, near death experience, direct contact with discarnate entities, telepathy and a host of other supernormal events I still find it odd to be discussing an, ‘Oil Volcano’. That was a new one even on me.

We sit here and watch, quite literally watch the oil flow out in real time on deep sea cameras. Some say it is over two million gallons per day. Mull that over and try to image a lake of two million gallons of oil sat in the middle of your town; see what that would look like. Then remember that over one hundred million gallons have already gushed upward. That is what is clogging up the gulf of Mexico and it looks set to continue for weeks, months and very realistically many, many years. The Oceans are connected and this will spread across the entire planet killing sea birds, aquatic life and coastal people as it goes.

Don't turn away from the hand
stretched in pain of your Mother.
Her name means freedom, Her body earthgreen,
Her blood clear water, her voice is birdsong.

This is the last wakeup call that we get. So many people, great souls, woke up after 9-11. In the aftermath of that travesty, a mass murder that was allowed to happen, and even encouraged by those very people we trusted to watch over our world, so many were rudely awakened and dragged into the breach. I bow humbly to each and every one of them, with tears of joy I saw you coming as the tired arms of my brothers and sisters were nearly broken in holding back the damn, fighting off the flood. Bless you, a thousand times bless you.

You came exactly on time, just as you had agreed in a time dimly kept in mind, an agreement written in luminous letters of light upon your soul. Twenty years, even ten years ago, I would of doubted that so many would be wide awake in 2010 as indeed are. It is only that which staves of any despair and keeps me positive about our future.  Ten years ago we were a handful, now we are a crowd soon a legion of awakened souls will walk with peace only against the corrupted hearts, the two hearted ones.

The Earth cries out, can't you hear,
take your courage in hand now.
Our deeds must speak of the love for all beings
waxing strong now

My journey has been one of joy, touched by natural sadness of course, but one of great joy. Upon my little path I have encountered masters, magicians and Bodhisattva-like beings, they truly walk amongst us helping us to move on forward in the moment when we most feel to flag. The people that have popped up right in front of me along the way, have taught me that life is not just an encounter with the incredible; the incredible is life and existence itself. Life begets life only of itself and seeks only to protect the flame and pass it forward that each soul-being get the chance to experience it. Only by noble acts has this been made possible for each of us. We carry a debt to those that carried the action they agreed to do before even taking a first breath. Each of us has a soul agreement and something important we came here to do.

We can't allow the heartless ones
to destroy this great wonder
Slaughtering wales, felling trees,
with no thought for the future.

For my part I made many agreements some of which I have no doubt failed to remember or in some way have failed to act upon. No beating myself up on that front though, I think everyone likely chooses a pack of intentions before birth and then fails to remember half of them. I often have the feeling, ‘there is something important I am forgetting right now.’ I would bet a million bucks that I am far from alone. It is kind of like an uncomfortable ‘de-ja-vous’ moment.

Yet some things have been recalled and woven into the thread of my very being in this life time. There were signs I left myself and certain embedded tools for self activation. I chose parents most likely to let me direct my attention correctly without interference, a level of financial support that ensured I could look past finding a meal yet not be sucked into churning materialistic spending sprees. I wisely (for I was wiser before birth) ensured a setting which would be suited to meeting certain types of people and certain specific persons. Perhaps most importantly I burned a prophecy into my soul so deeply that on the day destined for me to read its words I would burst into a flood of tears for no obvious reason. Yet the reason was became obvious a moment later, the prophecy was my own story unfolding before me.

Here rule the demons, they love no creature,
Their words are poison, they weave dark futures.
A-a-a-a-ah
A-a-a-a-ah

From the moment I first read the words of the prophecy I felt something change within me. My already significant intuition would soon expand to draw in dozens of supernormal events and dozens of extraordinary human beings. From that moment until this one has been a journey worthy of a book, one I hope one day to write and share with others like myself, I have no doubt many are out there. I have met a good few.

Books are only good if there are people to read them. I will worry about writing my memoires more once I see that we are on the winning side and that there is all certainty that we have overcome the darker forces weaving cruel futures for us.

Gather all ye who love the world
from distant lands beneath the tall sky
In visions past I have seen you awake the spirit moving

The Mexican Gulf Deepwater disaster is the final clarion call to wake up. If somehow you slept through 9-11 then I assure you that you will not be asleep by the end of this disaster. I have never acted as a prophet, though I admit that I live by such, yet here I find myself forced to utter prophecy. The Mexican Gulf spill is it, the final sign of the strange times pre-set for us as we approached the multi-dimensional temporal flux window of 2012 and 2013. It initiates a final period for man to choose just what matters. He has to decide whether the bottom line is dollars on a company balance sheet, or it is ensuring that your grand children have nutritious food to eat, clean water to drink and fresh air to breathe?

Gather all ye who love the world
from distant lands beneath the tall sky
In visions past I have seen you awake the spirit moving

The evidence is out there now that BP and the EPA, FEMA, NOAA and all the other acronym agencies and corporate or political stooges are in full collaboration. They are the ringmasters putting on a Balloons and Ponies show for the rest of us whilst they kill our planet and sentence are children or grandchildren to eternal enslavement or slow death. The top level of our global society is quite factually made up of a handful of psychopaths, sociopaths and narcissists. To scoff at this is to deny the obvious staring you in the face.

What kind of man can order the burning of a city full of men, women and children and an hour later be laughing over expensive wine in a top restaurant?

Well only our leaders could of course, not normal people like you and me that much is for sure. We would never be able to deal with the psychological after effects of being mass murderers of civilians, no matter how justified we told ourselves it was or how far away were the screams of agony.

Whilst people search for demons in ancient texts, dark caves or hovering over ritual groves, they fail to notice the demon on television smiling whilst explaining that the best solution to some current problem of the day is the one that kills the most people in the cruellest way. A precedent for this has been set long, long ago. In the ancient texts of Thoth we hear how the demons had the form of the leaders of Atlantis and tricked that once great and proud civilisation into its cataclysmic demise.

Call that fantasy if you will but the Oil Volcano is certainly very real. Most likely it was no accident either. We know now that science advisors had stated even a year before drilling that this area was unstable and most likely inherently dangerous to drill. The entire area of the sea floor covers an enormous natural gas lake under pressure of hundreds of thousands of pounds per square inch. We have no technology able to resist more than a few thousand pounds per square inch.

Now even fairly mainstream sources are admitting the sea floor may shatter into myriad pieces allowing gas and oil to bubble through. This is already happening. In time the entire super sized gas bubble, now building up just below the sea floor, may burst through causing an explosion and tsunami. Anything living on that area of sea will die, including any rescue workers or fisherman involved in the clean up. The water will rush down to fill the hole and then turn to steam causing yet another explosive event and tsunami. Who knows how much oil will then be released in one almighty mass from under the Gulf of Mexico.

All is not yet lost and there is in fact another story being composed. In years to come I trust it will be this other story which becomes a legend for generations yet to walk on a green earth under a blue sky.

And now the wind is shifting, the tide is turning,
The mist is rising, a rainbow forming

As I write these words I know I speak as but one voice for a plethora of human beings now awake and walking upon the planet. The prophecy has been answered and we who agreed to come have arrived and begun our missions. With one heart, in one heart, we will walk toward victory and revelation of mother Earths trampled beauty.

The oil spill is us burning our bridges. Or we could say it is us allowing the dark brothers to burn the bridges for us. There will be no going back, unlike with 9-11. This time we do not get to move past it and carry on much as before. This time you get it or you don’t and you win or you lose for keeps. BP and the acronym agencies are like Steven King’s ‘Langoliers’, strange entities that feed on decaying time as the present moment shifts forward. In what they do they are unstoppable, they move just behind us eating everything up smashing it all to pieces, yet we have absolutely nothing to fear unless we step out of synch with our position in the flow. If that happens, and they catch us up, we are most certainly done for.

This event is going to eat deep into our psychological environment. Media blackout is suppressing that for the moment but suffice to say it won’t be able to contain it. Already crops are being killed by a mysterious chemical rain and coastal people are getting struck down sick. The toxic chemicals pumped into the oil are evaporating and will possibly rain death on the land, more likely so once the hurricane season gets fully under way.

Yet, I hold out a great hope that in burning our bridges we do so to force ourselves onto a new path. It is now in this moment that every day average people with no unusual esoteric or spiritual inclinations are ready to hear prophecy. As that now infamous four figure date ‘2012’ creeps into more minds the more people that are open to prophecy. Ready perhaps, to recognise its warning and at last take heed to avert all of the worst of the possibilities. Why else did the ancient wisdom keepers warn us of these times and just such events?

And who were these wise ancients if not our very own selves?

As the Hopi Indians tell us, “we are the ones that we have been waiting for.”

Rainbow warriors, the stars are calling
Rainbow warriors, the trees are falling
Rainbow warriors, the spirit dying,
Rainbow warriors, the world is crying out in pain.

It is no coincidence that more and more peculiar events are erupting into our consciousness and environment. More so it is not a mere twist of fate that so many events have been connected to the year 2012 and the handful of years either side. I could write a huge list but rather than crush you under the weight of data let us cherry pick a little. We live in a time where the sun has gone bonkers and even the latest issue of New Scientist had a front page article entitled ‘What’s wrong with the sun.’

 Volcanoes are erupting all over the world in near unison whilst more serious quakes in populated areas seem to be occurring, notably Katla is predicted to explode within two years which makes it another 2012 event. NASA warns us that a super solar storm may knock out half the world electricity grid somewhere around 2011 to 2013. Respected futurists, such as Gerald Celente, calculate that by late 2012 there will be food riots in America. Banks have collapsed and now entire countries in the developed world are following them, crashing down like struck nine pins. Radical climate change progresses whilst we are fed the lie that by driving our cars less and paying carbon tax to Al Gore & Co we will make it all go away. Yet all the while more cosmic events are occurring showing this to be utterly false hope, why is climatic and atmospheric change occurring on every planet in our solar system and many of their moons?

And I shall never rest in peace till this cruel reign is ended
And all the children of the Earth shall be free,
Her wounds all mended.
Your time has come, make the Earth green again,
don't delay now.

I have always avoided being preachy and alarmist as best as I could, considering the subject matter I deal with on a regular basis it ain’t always easy. Yet now I will make the exception and ask only that you allow me this moment on my rostrum. If what I say is of no use, or no interest, then I will shut up and go away, knowing that I kept a promise I had made to myself even before taking this birth. I promised to speak on behalf of mother Earth, to ask my rainbow coloured family to awaken and heal her. That is my sermon today.

Let us work together to stop the juggernaut of horror and darkness careering towards us all, let us simply turn on the light. Darkness cannot overcome even one single candle in a room.

Victory has been foreseen for the people who do.
Rainbow warriors, create new Eden,
Clear rain a'falling, blue sky unending,

We are all fantastic beings made of the stuff of stars. Through the DNA in your cells pulsates a web of light photons carrying communication beyond the physical. The space within our cells is 99.99% of everything we are. We are not physical beings but rather energetic beings currently focussing on a tiny range of physicality, simply because we can and chose to do so for our own good reasons. There is no physical difference at the quantum level, not between an ox and a beaver nor a man and a stone table. We are the web of energetic connections, the ocean of consciousness, we are all of this yet incredibly we are able to manifest as the unique and separate. We are marvellous powerful spiritual beings on a quest through eternity with the power of Deva’s residing in our hearts. When even one of us awakes to our true self the universe vibrates in orgasmic pleasure at the magnificence of that moment.

Never let the thought, ‘what can just I do about it all?’, enter your mind unbidden. See how the gods laugh when you say that.

What can you do?

From the moment you were born you manifested an entire universe of perception. You helped shape the course of destiny for every manifested being residing in that universe. You coloured the sky, gave the bird-song tune and the babble of the brook its rhythm. You looked left and manifested a tree, looked right and consighed it back to the flux. You changed the inner lives of dozens of eternal beings that crossed your path. You manifested yourself from chaos, gave yourself flesh to exist against 99.99% odds of doing so. You have flown through the cosmos on a rock spinning at 1000 miles an hour whilst whirling around a smouldering star at 67,000 miles per hour itself in a solar system rushing along at 468,000 miles per hour through space.

What can't you do I wonder?

Unfearful faces, starlight revealing,
Small creatures dancing, glad voices singing,
Free children playing with chains that are broken,

One more pre-set internal wake up call has for me always been sightings of the number 333, and to a lesser degree the better known 11 11 phenomena. Whenever something very important is going on that I am meant to take great note of it will involve the number 333. It was this evening that I stumbled on the fact that so far, as I write this, at least  3,333,000+ barrels of oil have erupted into the Gulf of Mexico (it was on a website counter still ticking up every second).

Mexico is of course the home of the 2012 prophecy, a prediction for a coming radical shift in our world. To see this major event happen in the Gulf of Mexico is highly notable.

It is time to stop the Balloons and Ponies show presented to us by the elite, distracting us whilst they destroy all that is beautiful. Let us reclaim our rightful position in time and put the ‘Langoliers’ back in their rightful place.

Rainbow warriors, the future lies within your hands.