As I alluded to in the preceding post, there seems to be a growing feeling among the human herd that SOMETHING is getting ready to happen. If you look at popular culture, particularly in the United States, you will see what I have come to regard as a Doomsday mentality.
Fun things to Google today: Jade Helm. Immortality. Transhumanism. Georgia Guidestones. Red and blue dots or Xs on mailboxes or sidewalks.
I have heard the atheist arguments, railing against a belief in God or souls or life-after-death. Still, I will choose to believe that there is something more, that our consciousness does carry on after the body dies. I believe it opens up whole new worlds and new realities, as we are no longer subject to the limted senses of the corporeal form. We see colors beyond the ultra-violet and the infrared, we see other quantum frequencies, and we even encounter intelligences that exist beyond this three-dimensional universe. Perhaps we are higher consciousnesses that have lost ourselves in this elaborate game, moving these bodies around like pieces on a game board.
This was a recent follow-up to a divisive Facebook post I posted a few weeks ago. I wrote this after experiencing the greatest part of the American experience: The raw absurdity of it all.
I am, and have been, a horrible human being. Although I am capable of recognizing the correct decisions to make, the fear of actually making them causes me to make wrong decisions. A wiser human than I once said that there are only two real human emotions: Love and fear. And although I am a loving creature, it is the fear that dominates my life.
I have been trying unsuccessfully for the past few weeks to get a first-hand peek at some supposed real-life Boogums from Another World, the legendary Men in Black (henceforth referred to as the MiB). The MiB, according to all accounts, usually travel in groups of three, although there are a growing number of reports of only two turning up, as seen in this video:
I know I have been slacking off in my blogging duties, posting silly yet hopefully humorous things about Smurfs and the apocalypse… but now I want to tell you where I am.
I don’t know… call it fan fiction?
Find the cost of Smurfdom
Buried in the ground
Papa Smurf will swallow you
Lay your body down
This is a series designed to help you embrace the apocalypse that our modern media has encouraged us to not only accept, but to embrace. It is broken up into 9 topics of general advice on how to get the most out of your own personal apocalypse, whatever it may be.
Saying goodbye is never easy, so you want to get it over with as quickly as possible. I recommend something like this: