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Did you hear the story about the peaceful planet? On this planet for centuries all the people were fighting each other. Wars broke out at the drop of a hat. Many people died in bloody confrontations.

Super colossal explosions devastated cities. The environmental cycles and conditions were negatively altered by indifferent manufacturing processes that polluted the natural resources.

The people finally understood that meditation would help them to reverse this trend.

They all needed to learn how to meditate and practice going within twice a day. A great majority of the inhabitants realized scientifically that quiet meditation would help them to calm down and in turn adopt peaceful, loving attitudes towards their fellow planetary citizens. Their meditation practice also helped them to create ways to save their planet from the errors of their manufacturing practices. Realization of their common origin created mutually prospering living and business endeavors that benefited all diverse cultures.

The planet’s spiritually evolving civilizations vibrationally refined and purified all life in their solar system and beyond.

Life was good for many, many centuries.

A sage has said that the universe and everything in it is a thought in the mind of God. Since we are children of God, conceivably, potentially, we, God’s children, have the power of thought and will to manifest things and conditions. If all God’s children were too think, on a certain day and time, that the earth was cool, imagine and visualize rain, snow, coolness covering the earth, and all conditions causing Global Warning to be once and for all reversed, then conceivably we could all make that transformation possible.

When all you have is a hammer everything looks like a nail. When all you know is a computers everything looks like a simulation. The Hindus have a word for it, the cosmic play, God’s Lila.

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Navy shower, (when they turn on the water for a few minutes to get wet, turn off the water to soak down, then turn on the water to rinse off)is required on Naval vessels because they carry a limited amount of freshwater on the ships. I was wondering: “why can’t they have a water distiller on-board near the heat generating engines, that would distill sea water from the ocean for the showers. The residue, brine, can perhaps be used in 3-D printers.

Lo and behold, I googled it and brine is already being used in 3-D printing.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if the Navy has already installed micro distillers on their ships.

He’s going where he has never gone before, and when he gets there he won’t know anything. And no one will know him, the perfect time to reinvent oneself is when the ground is unfamiliar, and you have a few moments of creative leisure to ponder the possibilities, forget the past, be one with the present And create your own future.

A friend did ask me about my attitude toward conspiracy theories:
My answer:
I figure that the best use of my time is spent on news that have a majority acceptance, and if ideas agitate me in any way then I’m better off concentrating instead on my spiritual studies, meditating, and praying that things work out for the best. I can’t do anything with, for, or about any conspiracy theory besides give them more support and energy by thinking about them, and like I said, if any news arouses ire, or anxiety, I’m better off praying for peace, exercising or finding a more self-nurturing or nourishing focus for my attention.

As I continue my spiritual work, what will I have to contend with, not only in the world, but how many of my personal demons will hinder and thwart me in my determination to acquire, live, seek and recognize truth; and advance my realization and evolution so that it affects the world consciousness in a positive way? What thought train should I take to its logical or intuitive conclusion to allow me access to an inner orientation that will result in greater than average results in the pursuit of alleviating suffering and enlightening everyone I meet and initiate a positive wave of influence?

The following account has been translated from a language of a civilization far removed from Earth astronomically, culturally, and intelligence.
Reference, and idioms of the English have been used to facilitate understanding by Earth’s English speaking populace. If the dialogue, et cetera, seems to be familiar, that was done on purpose, we’re aware that it would be unrealistic to believe that an entity from a far distance highly advanced culture would speak in such a way as to be understood by Earth’s inhabitants.
Mucai record in the Mortson year, of Many.

Prologue: Mucai space cruiser miracalously materialized in another part of Galaxy.
Most of the exchanges in this chapter are between Mucai and his integrated computer system, that can respond to his thoughts instantaneously. All of the “conversation” between Mucai will appear as recorded dialogue. We’ll use the integrated query system’s nickname, N, short for Nano Noodle, an affectionate label.
“Where are we,” Mucai wondered.
“Many parsecs from the main office, your Lordship,” NN’s reply came almost as fast as Mucai thought it.
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me that. You can drop that protocol, I’m the only one who hears you, so you won’t get punished, for breaking that rule. Just M, please. It will be quicker and less confusing. Especially when we are around others in the royal court, all that Lordship razzle matazz, really annoys me,” Mucai remonstrated.
“Yes M, will do. In answer to your present thought, “how did we get here?” We either chanced on a hidden galactic conduit, created by some alien race or the BK (big Kahuna) is messing with us, or we have a purpose here, apparently unbeknownst to us at the moment,” so said N.
“So many possibilities. Now we play it by ear, I suppose and hope we get it right. How are the systems? Since we’re not moving, propulsion must be down, any idea why,” M asked.
“No idea. There appears to be no damage, either internally or externally. There may be some kind of adjustment necessary to adapt our technology to this region of space, “ N said.
“I don’t follow that. Anyway what’s the next order of business. Where were we and what were we doing before we arrived here,” M thought. Almost in unison, M remembered, and N explained. “Ah yes, we were about to be blown to smithereens by those nasty, nauseating Nuknobs. Will they show up here too?” almost in answer to his question, there was tiny flash in the distance. “It is them, isn’t it?”
“Yes, they are probably disoriented, so we have time to do something about out situation,” N ventured.
“Good, I like it that you’re anticipated my next thought. What is working?” M said.
“Teleportation appears to be functioning,” said N.
‘Okay, are there habitable planets nearby? I don’t expect to be able to create breathable air in an unfamiliar environment,” M thought.
“Yes, the third planet near that sun is habitable and it’s within range,” N said.
M noticed something in the direction of the Nuknobs ship. “They are moving in our direction.” N said.
As quickly as M ordered N to set the destination and initiate teleportation, they vanished from space. Not a second too soon, the Nuknobs laser blasted M’s vessel into smitereens.

As quickly as M and his integrated computer materialized on a grassy lawn, M’s first thought order was ‘cloak!’ And so their presence was made visually undetectable.
M said, “I have a feeling we’ve been spotted any way,” as he noticed two inhabitants of the planet apparently throwing a small round object back and forth.
“Not by them,” N said, “they’re not looking this way. Is there another?” N did not have intuition and could not detect phenomenon beyond the immediate realm of functioning.
M mused, “yes, I do sense another, who senses us. Where is it?”
“ Near the fence, it is looking our way. It doesn’t look dangerous, “thought N.
“It’s trying to determine whether we are a threat. It’s odd, I detect the consciousness of two independent entities, both occupying that body, “ M mused.
“Passenger or hitchhiking is an ability possessed by witches and sorcerers. Will she try to possess you? My knowledge stream indicates that possession is sometimes involuntary, a trick of the BK, to provide a secret weapon or some other purpose.”
“How do we communicate with it? It can’t see us, it’s only aware of us. Can we talk to it, if we get close enough? We don’t want to scare it off?” M said.
“It appears to be moving in our direction,” N mentioned.
“Great, things are moving right along,” M said.
There was a brief flash and a puff of smoke, on the other side of grassy lawn, that quickly dissipated in the gentle breeze.
“Was that what I think it was,” M asked.
“Yes, the Nuknobs attempted to materialize here, but there atomic makeup has some oddities that must have reacted unfavorably to this atmosphere,” N responded.
“Serves them right,” M said. His attention returned to the entity that was making it’s way toward them over the green grass lawn. One of the other entities called out to it, “Want to play catch, Mom?”
“No sweetheart, you and father are better at it than I am, I want to check my roses. You’re doing so much better than last week,” it said, as it continued to walk toward M & N.
“I have a terrible premonition,” N thought.
“You weren’t programmed to have premonitions…..But now that you mention it, so do I,” said M.
“She or it doesn’t look very formidable,” N shared, referring to the entity approaching them.
M didn’t respond immediately, “She’s not a threat. It’s something else.”
…..to be continued

Today, for a nominal amount, I sold about a dozen Manly Hall books and pamphlets to a local bookstore, Fahrenheit 451, in Carlsbad California.

“Manly Hall was a Canadian-born author, lecturer, astrologer and mystic. He is best known for his 1928 work The Secret Teachings of All Ages. Over his 70 year career, he gave thousands of lectures, including two at Carnegie Hall, and published over 150 volumes. In 1934, he founded The Philosophical Research Society in Los Angeles, which he dedicated to the “Truth Seekers of All Time”, with a research library, lecture hall and publishing house. Many of his lectures can be found online and his books are still in print.” Wikipedia

My deceased wife’s father was a follower of Manly Hall. When her father died, she inherited about a dozen books and pamphlet. A couple of the books were autographed by the author.
I was really impressed by the The Secret Teachings of All Ages – An Encyclopedia Outline of Masonic, Hermetic, Qabbalistic and Rosicrucian Symbolic Philosophy.

A book dedicated to ”the proposition that concealed within the emblematic figures, allegories and rituals of the ancients is a secret doctrine concerning the inner mysteries of life, which doctrine has been preserved in toto among a small band of initiated minds.”[8]:20 As one writer put it: “The result was a gorgeous, dreamlike book of mysterious symbols, concise essays and colorful renderings of mythical beasts rising out of the sea, and angelic beings with lions’ heads presiding over somber initiation rites in torch-lit temples of ancestral civilizations that had mastered latent powers beyond the reach of modern man.” Wikipedia

I still have a copy, but unfortunately it sustained some water damage, and because of that I’m not sure anyone will want it, except perhaps to admire the elaborate renderings.

Although, I never studied the books, it’s evident because of Hall’s influence and the depth of his understanding, that he was metaphysical genius.

If you have any interest in symbolic philosophy, Hall’s work may be of interest, even if you don’t embrace his contributions as the ultimate answer to your quest for understanding and knowledge.

Meta-Mental Journal, Year of Ananta 3343
Entry by Bhoj, also known as Blake of Earth

After my mother reminded me of my true identity, I began thinking about what I was really capable of. Getting that boost or encouragement from her was important for me to initiate a strategy for overcoming the effects of the trance or brain washing that I had undergone several Earth years ago.
As my memory began to refresh itself, I worked on using some of my psychic powers to ferret out the intruders that had borrowed the restocking robot in the Earth store. While engaged in that process, in the back of mind, I wondered why of all places, I had succumbed to the environment of Earth’s influence to assume a false identity, instead of maintaining my objectivity as I had done so many times before in other planetary experiments. There was something nagging at me, on a subconscious level, but it was too illusive, and subtle to comprehend, grasp, or conceive of.
Although, my mother went in pursuit of an Earth citizen who had been abducted, our psychic connection had been reaffirming itself quickly, probably due to our familial relationship and the years of practice that had left many habit grooves in my cerebrum that were reasserting themselves as I more and more accepted my true identity as Bhoj.
I remember as I waited for her to return with Nellie, the Earth girl, I experienced a change in the quality of our connection, that was difficult to describe.
Nellie returned hours later, unable to account for how she had arrived or where my mother was. She said she just suddenly found herself in the store, so she came to the office where I was. She said she sensed that my mother was okay. Nellie resumed her work, apparently not at all discombobulated by her involuntary escapade. She also wasn’t disposed to discuss her cosmic adventure.
I remember wondering if there were more Critens, the mercenaries that were responsible for borrowing the Earth restocking robot, masquerading as other earth inhabitants for some nefarious reason. I attempted to attune my consciousness to their vibration. My far distance scanning consciousness surveyed my surroundings in an ever widening circle. I believed that I must have mis-calibrated my perceptions because I thought I could detect them scattered throughout the Earth world. Then a strange thing happened, my newly remembered real identity as Bhoj, was noticeably being taken over by the assumed Blake Identity . Like a fog the Blake persona was passing over my ancient Bhoj mind and memory, trying to obliterate it. With a great exertion of will, I resisted, and with a mighty effort vanquished the drug like influence. That set me to considering, that perhaps it was not a fault or weakness of my own, but a magical spell that had been perpetrated on me, and it was only under my mother’s influence on another planet, that I realized the truth. If that were true then something here on Earth must be responsible for the Blake trance. Through our telepathic connection my mother knew almost immediately what I realized, and conveyed to me that, yes, my illusory experience did indeed reek of a trance spell that she was vaguely familiar with. She would try to ferret out it’s perpetrator and get back to me.
I then resumed my attempt to discover the number and location of other Critens. I realized that Fred had always been a Criten and had probably been keeping me under surveillance since I had been entranced.
The initial unanswered quandary continued to baffle me: what were the Critens doing here?, and now added to it, was a new question: why were they keeping me here in a alternate identity trance. The fact that they kept me under this deception, and alive, and didn’t attempt to kill me, led me to consider that they had some purpose for keeping me alive. Could they have been studying me with the intention of converting me or further tricking me into working for their treacherous cause.
The fact that my mother did not have any inkling as to their surreptitious presence, led me to believe that it was born of an even more ancient and powerful magic than she practiced. Immediately I was aware of my mother’s objection to that supposition.
She remonstrated, “Just because they were able to hide their nefarious tricks only means that they are more devious and subversive than I had reason to suspect. Now that we know of their presence, we can work on discovering their lair, their circle of influence, and the nature of their magic and neutralize it. Their presence appears to be tightly intertwined with the electro magnetism of Earth, so their extrication may require extraordinary skill and reinforcements, which I am now summoning. Prepare yourself for battle, my son.”
….to be continued