The Summer of Revelations

A word to wise: there is nothing that exists today that is not worth remembering tomorrow. As summer passes us by, the days getting longer, and the breezes and rains coming and going, we stand sometimes alone at the edge of field somewhere, and try to take in the now of things. We try to capture the last remaining light of a fading summer day, and tuck it into who we are, who we were, and what we may become on some fine summer day yet to come.

I have a feeling that we are not alone. That over the course of time, there have been others like us, bound to a solid ground, that see themselves alone and alive as one in the universe. I think of them fondly, and often. And I wonder where they are now. How many lives stare back into the great unknown passing over a thousand eyes in the dusk, who remember.



The Wildling

The Wildling


My name is Matimbe Coronado. I am half polish, half Nigerian. My mother was a refugee from the second world war prison camps when she moved to Nigeria and met my father, a shoe salesman on the countryside near what is called Macaw. They lived there for thirteen years before conceiving me.

Before I was born, there was a lot of war. There was much violence. So much that even in a far away place such as Africa one could hear the bombs, and the screams. My mother would sometimes break down and cry in the fields. I didn’t know what to do when she did. I was just a baby.

It is not easy being an African mixed breed. Especially one that is Jewish. In people’s eyes, even all these years after the great war, we are still blamed for causing the war. I cannot understand how one could do that. I cannot blame those who died in the camps. Women and children who hardly had a chance to live. I cannot blame them. Because I am one of them.

My mother would tell of her time in the camps, but it was never a complete story. Just one where she would begin to speak, as if the whole room were listening, regardless if any people were actually there. I cannot remember a time she ever talked about the things that happened to her. I do not want to know, I think. And I do not ask.

My father was a mercantile merchant who rode on the war ships headed east and traded with both sides of the war. He was not political in that way. Survival, he said, is paramount to politics. And in those times, it was this idea that kept him from going insane with hunger, gave him strength, and left him afraid enough to know that death is as unforgiving as life.

I saw a picture of a hill of a thousand shoes one day in Time Magazine. It was an innocent enough picture. But what was truly disturbing about it was the feet that had gone missing from them. They belonged to the holocaust victims. The laces were left untied, the feet freshly removed from them before stepping into god knows where to meet their certain fate. When I showed the picture to my father, he looked away. He might have felt guilty in some way, I do not know.

By the time I reached puberty, I was too tall. I stood six foot seven at thirteen. To any man that is a giant. But to most teenagers that is myth. I could not blend in easily. My feet were as long as tobacco leaves, my arms and legs so thin that my clothes more or less revolved around my body as I walked in windy days across the savanna. And I walked everywhere.

Before long, I began to run. And I was surprised at how many boys and men I would encounter the nights I would decide to sneak out from my window and run by the light of the moon. There were so many doing the same thing as me. Wildlings, I began to call them. Running from something maybe. Maybe just to catch the wind.

One day, I slid out of bed, tied the thin reeds for shoes around my feet, and walked into my mother’s bedroom where she slept. I kissed her lightly on the forehead as not to wake her.

“Mama, I am leaving. I will return one day, I promise.”

Then I blew out the candle on the kitchen table, grabbed a small pack I had made of hard jerky, and walked out the front door to stare up at the night sky. It was so bright. Millions of stars twinkled and reflected on the long dark plain in front of me. I could not disguise my anguish from the heavens, and I began to cry. Not hurriedly, but carefully I put one foot in front of the other and began to trot down the dirt lane of my village.

I was sixteen when I left, and I have never been back.


Do men deserve an easy destiny? I have often wondered this question during my travels. Although, I am no philosopher, I think that if one thinks about a certain question for so long, one might become one. Even if it’s just for the one question. Why is there good, and bad. Why must men feel pain. In our bodies we have it. In our hearts. It must mean that something better exists.

Three months after I left Macaw, my village was destroyed by a war. It was not war made on them, but they were just in the way, I suppose. It was a tribal clash. One leader was trying to take over the lands South of the major towns, and those who considered Macaw as part of their lands refused to relinquish this border. I was on a sailing ship when I received word of it through a deckmate who’d grown up in the lands before me.

That night, I stood on the stern on the boat and cried out at the sky. For forgiveness. I did not expect an answer. But to the north I did see a falling star trace its way across the heavens, falling like a tear down the cheek of the universe.

I stayed for four months aboard the Wisconsin. It was a schooner ship, packed with freight headed for the West. The Carribeans. It was 1972. And although I had come in peace, it was to the middle of a war older than even the grandfathers of the lands could recall.


The first thing I did once I found my way off the ship was look for food. One would think that in such a place food would be abundant, but that was not the case. People here were starving in the streets. The thousands of dogs on the island had no masters and competed with the people for leftover fish and grain scattered along the dry docks. Military persons marched the streets with large guns and every so often a riot would start up suddenly, then end after a series of shouts and gun shots. I found myself hiding those first few days, among the slums and trash of the city, down in the sewers with the rats, at turns eating them then talking to them for company. I was a stranger, and the people here could no better understand my language than the rat’s.

I met a man one day. His name was Rebdee. A Jamaican who had come to Haiti looking for work and had lost everything due to the war. Or so he said. He found me asleep under a pile of trash in the gutters near where there were residential apartments, and he offered to take me in.

Rebdee was crippled. He had a missing leg and half of his face was scarred badly, but he never failed to smile it seemed. Even as he listened to me grunt and try to communicate where I was from, he would nod and listen even harder. He looked me up and down. And I did not know it then but he was gaining ideas about me. He stood up painfully and clapped his hands together over his crutches.

“You. Tall.”

He pointed over my head and below my feet, and I understood what he meant. He noticed my height.

He made to run with his arms swinging back and forth, and he laughed.

“You. Run.”

I nodded. I felt relief come over me. I understood what he was saying. He wanted to know if I ran.

I laughed, “Yes!” I did run. I lept up and Rebdee nearly fell over backwards. I cried out with all my might in my foreign tongue. “I run!”

Rebdee was startled. But the smile soon returned to his face. He pointed at his own chest.

“You. Show me?”

I did not want to. I suddenly became very depressed and collapsed back on the small wooden chair. Rebdee did his best to comfort me, but I impatiently waved him away. I wanted nothing more than to be alone at that moment. I could have died that night, and I wouldn’t have cared. But, as if there was something wilder and stronger than I living in my chest, I felt a drive to survive like never before, and then that night I did run.

I was fearless. I had nothing to lose. I ran through the ghettos. The tents lined up like flapping cities in the wind, the fires choking the air through them, the people talking, clamoring, yelling as I ran by. I felt fire in my legs as the dirt roads turned into jungle and before long I found a cliff in the night. It overlooked a hundred foot drop off to the ocean. And if the moon had not of been there I might have leapt right off the side into the water. But I stopped and shouted at the top of my lungs my mother’s name, my father’s name, for my home, my country, and for myself.


I am old now. For many years I stayed in Haiti. I even became quite famous for playing soccer, the national sport, and a couple years later I lead the Haitian team to the World Cup Finals.

Over time, I became a different person. No longer was I the stringy boy who had come on a ship from a distant land, lost, and could not speak the language. Now I considered Haiti to be my home land. It took me years of gaining strength and learning to let go to appreciate the here and now in life.

But I never will forget my mother, and my father, and those who I met out on the great African plain, so long ago. The Wildlings. I still call out to them sometimes when I run. To those who are still running under that starry blanket of space, lost in time. And I wonder, who are they? They are you and me.




The Ones We Never Meet

In your life, you run across people everyday going about their day usual, and never think twice about ever seeing them again. You meet people at school, at work, on the street and maybe you say hello, even. But it still does not occur to you that this is a one off moment in time, a singular meeting taking place within the fabric of reality that comes so fast and is gone so that you only ponder in retrospect, what could have been.

Maybe you could have made a new life long friend. Maybe a budding romance had been waiting to happen. Who knows?

And then, there are the ones we never meet, but always hear about. Through television, through media, through word of mouth. Heroes , legends, people who you seem to know so much about, but have never seen. You watch them grow, on the movie screen, in the tabloids, you watch them achieve success, fail, and live out their dynamic life almost as if their lives were adjacent to your own. What about these people? We watch them fade, and eventually celebrate their lives as they pass from this world into the next one.

Maybe the reason why we don’t stop to cherish these quick moments with strangers is because it hurts to much to think about never seeing them again for the rest of time. Because that’s a long time. That’s the rest of the time of the universe. Just one quick hello. Just one smile. Just one handshake. Make it count. Put your best foot forward. Because you never know when the first time is the last.

I am David McKay. I was born under an October moon in the year of 1981, when the wind was cooler, and remnants of an even colder war were still fading from the red horizon. 






Part V: Mind Power…Squared!


No. Male pattern baldness is Not indication you have psychic powers.

Previously in Part IV: Awakening, a list was started outlining a few psychic so-called powers that the mind can do with a little practice.

But what was left out is the catalyst, how to prepare the brain for such psychic endeavors. Granted there are a lot of people out there, right now, trying to move things with their minds, insanely trying to read other people’s thoughts, and being a general nuisance to society by going around dressed like an Xman and spouting berating obscenities about what they think is inside of your coat pocket–shit like this happens all the time. But here’s the gist: Not only are these people genuinely crazy, they’re also not sufficiently prepared to use their minds in such invasive ways. It takes something happening to you to get you ready. What it takes is throwing your brain gears into overdrive.

Once you have reached said Overdrive, then it is quite easy for your brain to use this new gear for good. But how is it done, and what does it mean on a biological level. Drum roll, please.

The brain emits electrical waves. Wait, you didn’t know that? Shame on you. Yeah, I hate to tell you but being human doesn’t mean you are separate from everything else on the planet for some stupid reason. Everything emits electricity. And like I mentioned before, it’s in the form of electrons.

Basically, the brain has four gears, according to neuroscience. They are these:


Wait, who cares? Right? Just hear me out. These waves are your thoughts, captured in real time. They are like, your left and right sides of the brain communicating at different speeds, man. Way cool. See how the Delta waves are spaced apart more than the Theta, Alpha, and Beta waves? That’s the difference. When you think deeply, or inwardly, you use Delta waves. When you think outwardly, and superficially–not a bad thing–you use more Beta action. Kind of sexy isn’t it?

So what the scruff does it have to do with ESP or the sort? Once again, everything. These waves are responsible for how you get ‘in tune’ with the world around you. Some people are chugging out Deltas, and some are spewing Betas. It’s up to you, to be able to read which one, latch on, and ‘connect’ with them. Quantum entanglement does this all the time, but that’s a whole other cat in the bag.

But there is another kind of brain wave thought of not to be so easily acquired. It’s called Gamma brain waves. Yes, it does sound like a bad Sci-fi movie term.

Gamma waves are supposedly the tip-top of the brain wave pattern index, and having once achieved this kind of pulsating electrical rhythm in the brain, all other forms of brain waves come under its spell. Kind of like if a computer were to become self-sensient. That means if your laptop suddenly sprang to life after you’ve been playing minesweeper for the last sixteen hours on it, and it judiciously decided to fry your genitalia into never playing a stupid video game ever again.

wheels falling off

Like a car, once you’ve hit that fifth gear, it’s as fast as she can go until the wheels fall off. The other gears were just there to get you to fifth gear.

Basically, Gamma waves mean that the brain has become aware of itself. Remember when you where a baby? Of course you don’t. You were in pure Delta or Theta wave city, baby. Always asleep, always dreaming of the big nipple in the sky. Do you remember when you became aware that you were an actual living thing separate from everyone else in the room. If you do, you were probably around six or seven, and it was a sudden realization at that. That was your brain reaching a different gear of self-awareness. Shoddy new sciency people call it going Meta, but it’s more than just a slick new term–by learning to separate your place among the reality really going on around you, you are precipitating a new cognitive awareness that has everything to do with becoming smarter, stronger, and more mature, and more importantly, why you’re all here: everything to do with using your new meta-perception of reality to achieve psychic awareness.

This kind of cognitive awareness has been captured using brain scans and the like, but no one has tested the abilities of the individuals in the mode of Gamma wave distribution…until now.

What you see is who you are, and if who you are is what you see, then seeing is believing that the thing you see can see you back.



You have to get to the Gamma wave stage first to able to control psychic powers effectively. A few posts back I discussed–with my self–how achieving Enlightenment is a sure sign that Gamma waves are now functioning inside your head. Once enlightened, you have reached the next stage of self-awareness. Just like no more are you the baby who doesn’t know he or she even exists, or the kid who thinks that he or she is the only thing that is real, now you are the wizened sage that sees themselves through the world’s eyes. Deep, yes. Complex, no.

See, it’s a natural process of self awakening. And now you’ve reached the point of awareness usually only retained for saints or people dying their last breath on their death beds. Only, you’ve managed to reach this new way of perceiving the world around you years before death, and many prayers before becoming a priest.

So, as previously mentioned, where the hell does it all come from? Why do we grow up, increasing our brain waves, attaching them onto other living things and so on? It’s all for one thing, baby, but all you atheists don’t want to hear it because it makes you feel significantly smaller in the universe because you have an inferiority complex, so I won’t say it has to do with realizing there’s a creator, and leave it at that.


Well, guess what. It totally is.

I know I didn’t get to continuing the list of mind powers today, so I’ll let it slide to next time, when the day is long, summer is here and we have time to reflect on the day’s past and where this crazy, crazy life is really taking us. It’s only life, after all.

Until then, enjoy…




Part IV: Awakening

"Last Week I have to apologize for the incessant cursing going on my last article. It is not a thing for a professional person to do, especially one that is trying to win the hearts and minds of the masses through subtle manipulation of their emotions. I do formally apologize for being a git."

Anyway, back to the sh*t I was talking about last time.

By now, you’ve probably disappeared as a reader, and are now being replaced by other readers who have just decided to pick up on the (non-existent) conversation about the Multi-conscious mind that exists with in your head, and how we can use (us/them) to navigate beyond the boundaries of our skulls and extend outside to connect to other people, places in time, plants, you name it…

And, if you haven’t guessed by now, this isn’t written for people who are used to things being posted in short spurts of words like on twitter. There is lengthy explanations here, so don’t go getting too comfortable in your wheelchair.

Hi, my name is David, and I attend a small junior college called Navarro College in Corsicana, Texas. My major is psychology, with a minor in criminal justice. What peeked my attention to all things psychic was a certain event that happened to me about five years ago:

I became ‘enlightened’, so to speak. Yeah, just like that. I woke up with a new, baby brain one day in late September or something, and saw the world anew, like maybe an infant first sees the world. Well, anyway, this promptly freaked me the f*ck out and I asked myself, “Am I dead?”. After all, I seemed to be floating down the sidewalk, looking at the world around me in a detached sort of way, caught in between worlds, if you will, and this thought of death was a natural first reaction. It was looking a lot like I was a damn ghost. Then, I heard this voice. It said no.


didn’t say that. I looked around. Damn, the sun is just a big ball of fire isn’t it? The Earth is just a big rock floating in a big black void, isn’t it? I saw all of these things that we take for granted in a new light. I saw how ‘real’ they really were. I saw how life was here because it was meant to be here. Then I decided to take a walk.

Five years later, I am still walking. Now, I still see the world through this sort of ‘broad view’ perspective, but it is by choice. Along the way, here’s what I discovered the human mind can do:

1. It can talk to other people’s minds without ever opening that hole in your head you call your mouth.

I call it a psychic handshake. It’s like a part of your soul, i.e. a part of your ancestor’s consciousness goes ahead and meets and greets everyone around you without you even knowing it. Yeah, and it’s all done–SNAP!–like that. Most times, they get along, other times, there is friction. You can feel it too, working down deep inside of you, even when the person you’ve just met is still forming the first words of Hello. There is all this communication going on. It’s not just body language, though. It is language of the minds interconnecting. That would be your female and male sides hootin’ and hollerin’ with the other person’s male and female sides.


Could you rub my back?
Yeah. Let me get that for ya.
Ahh, thanks. 

You can go on here with a myriad of other theories based on this fact alone. Yes, it is possible for you to read someone else’s mind, pick up on images they have, finish the sentences they are just starting to utter, and so on. Cuz you are connected, dig? It sucks for conservatives, but is awesome for liberals. Which brings me to another aspect of psychic goings on within the cranium.

2. You can shield your thoughts simply by retracting a part of yourself from the world around you, like withdrawing an antenna.

Here’s where it really gets fascinating. People are constantly, without their knowing about it, searching out for connections with other individuals. Whether it be humans, dogs, cats, you name it, people want to know who their enemies and friends are. This is especially true of people who depend on other people for psychological stability, but I’m not going into psychiatry right now–figure that sh*t out on your own, please.

Here’s the game. When someone comes into the quintessential room, they shoot out their more social consciousness, like their female side, their left side (I know it’s backwards from what most scientists think about the roles of left and right sides, but this is just my theory). After they’ve splooged out their strong female sides into the air, they’re looking for takers. Namely, your attention. You don’t even have to be facing them, you can feel it. But if you are effectively shielding your mind, by effectively ‘pulling’ it away from the attractor you can limit the amount of connectivity that the attractor is seeking. This can be done with left and right sides of the brain. Shortening or raising an antenna with your radio works the same way. The single antenna is actually two functioning parts housed by a single stem, in this case, it’s your noggin. All you have to do next time that annoying jerk comes in to work with that attitude that everyone should pay attention to him, is lower your antennas, go about your business, and watch as he trips up around you, cause he can’t connect, baby, yeah! He’s the type of person that needs, yearns for connectivity to stand on his own. And if you don’t give it to him, he is forced to depend on his own consciousness…whatever. Signs.


3. The heart is an emotional receptor.

Yeah, this sounds like a bad romance novel. But it’s true. Here’s a little biology thrown into the air for all you skeptics. The heart consists of four chambers. Ever wonder why? Because each chamber is attributed to a different region of the brain, or nervous system. It takes a lot of blood to keep the brain running, so each heart valve or chamber is responsible for the process. The more complex the creature, the more chambers it got, got it? Alligators have three, fish only have two. But earthworms have five pairs, so you got me.


Anyway, the brain picks up on emotionality from the consciousness of others around you, and literally ‘tugs’ at your heart. That’s why sometimes, you feel a pang when something traumatic is going down. Or why you feel a bloom when something sweet is headed your way. The consciousness of what the other person is feeling is transmitted via brain waves into receptors located in your head that are connected to your heart. When something exciting happens, usually its coming from the left side of the brain, so you feel it in the left side of your heart. If it’s something angry, or more aggressive, it’s gonna be felt in the right side of the heart, so sorry buddy.

Usually, when people get heart ‘attacks’, it’s from the left side of the body. You know the old, pain in the left arm theory? Yeah, when something is much too exciting, socially, for the consciousnesses in the victim to handle, a lot is taken ‘out of’ the victim’s heart. The heart’s left chamber plug is pulled, and it’s down she goes. Sad, but true.

You can strengthen your heart, by strengthening the ‘right side’ or ‘male’ side of the left side of your body and mind. Practice by forcibly bringing out your aggression in the left side by channeling the spirit of your Mom’s father, your grandfather’s power. Sounds like some bogus Indian swami bullsh*t, but it ain’t. See you on the other side there, fluffy.

4. You can travel back in time in your head and alter the past to feel pretty good about the future.

No sh*t. It can be done. Here’s how.

Remember that car you crashed because you were driving too fast in the pouring rain, because you were late for work, because you forgot to dry your clothes the night before, because you stayed up too late partying instead of taking care of business. Well, now you can actually go back, ‘inhabit’ yourself in the past, force yourself to make the right  decisions, and watch as the laundry gets done, you wake up early, drive the speed limit, and make it to work in one piece. And then, when your done materializing all that in your inner eye, you can wake up from the pseudo-daydream, and feel like a new person. It’s not just a trick of the mind, however.

The past is a delicate thing, depending as much on the present, as the future is. Only we don’t give it its due, because we think that once it’s been done, it’s done, never to repeat again. Why is that? The future, to us, seems drastically varied. We can choose where and what we want to be or do, making the decisions as we dream them up in the future. So why can’t we do this with the past? Why can’t the present decision effect the past in a way that has a positive outcome for you? Well, here’s shellin’ it–It can.


Damn, what’s the next note? Wait, let me go back in time to tell myself to learn it…oh, yeeeeah! Rock on.

Our pasts are alive inside of us. They are ‘remembered’ by the consciousnesses alive inside of you. Every little detail of every day of your life is still taking place inside of you, going down deeper, and deeper into your subconscious soul, got it? By remembering an event, you effectively dive down your conscious ladder and are able to watch as the event unfolds at a certain point among varying levels of consciousness. You are then able to inhabit the memory as it is, relive the experience as a former version of yourself, change the situation in your I-wish-I-knew-then-what-I-know-now mindset, and alter the past, to yourself, for yourself, to just feel better about the whole damn thing.

I am not sure how this effects present reality though, if that altering the past only works in past time, or if it is felt by present time. I have a theory that it ripples through the past up, and is felt like a bump, albeit a positive one if you’ve done your homework, and therefore altering the past can effect the future, kind of like the butterfly effect, only throughout time itself, not just for you, but for everything around you. Weird.

5. Telekinesis is real, but not like you think it is.

You can’t just command an object to move by thinking about it. Basically, because everything has apparent sides, like you do, you have to appeal to both on equal terms to be able to connect to them to physically move them.

In the previous post, I mentioned how we share electrons. Negative and positive electrons are constantly fluctuating between items. By using magnetism, via your left and right side consciousnesses, you can connect to the treasured electrons that are being emitted from every single object in the universe, and begin to push and pull them, hardening them out to provide support, or relaxing them to provide slack to get them to move. Kind of like a Marionette puppet master of the universe would, if he or she only existed. Only you can use it on everything.


Fetch me my coffee, coffee mug, I command thee!

Try experimenting with electronic signals, like electronic doors. Standing back where you know that it can’t sense your presence, try then to project your consciousness ‘into’ the power source of the triggering mechanism of the door. Usually it’s just a laser that picks up on shadow, so if you are able to shadow the laser using your mind, you can hold the door at elevators from across the hall and watch as horrified spectators inside gawk at you while you take your sweet-ass time across the lobby to join them inside.

Once you’ve mastered this, I don’t know what else to tell you. I can’t make sh*t levitate, only manipulate simple electrical signals like what I described. It doesn’t stop you from trying though. Good luck with that, grasshopper, and may the force be with you.


Yoda using the force in more discreet ways that previously mentioned.


That’s all for now. I’ll continue the list, when I can feel my fingers again. See ya.





Next Week: More List of Psychic Powers



Part III of The Multi-Conscious Mind and How To Use It Psychically

When I left this shit off, back in part II…

I was rambling on about how the brain is split into two consciousnesses, how they are actually your parent’s ‘living’ consciousnesses, and how they are constantly bickering back and forth in your brain. Turns out, they also want to you to have psychic powers. Sure, they want you to read other people’s minds too, predict the future, see objects a thousand miles away, and even turn on the TV without touching the remote control, but let’s review the ground work first for a goddamned second.

Cut the Curtains

We are a lot of people in one body.

Sounds iffy? Sorry, but if you think about it, it’s not that crazy. We are bilateral creatures, meaning we can be split into two equal parts. Each side of the body, the left and right side are controlled by the left and right brain. Okay, whatever.

But what would happen if you really split the brain into two separate parts? Well, the sick bastards have done it, and run all sorts of zany experiments along the way with the unfortunate patients. They’re called Split Brain patients. Most of them sustained enormous amounts of seizures throughout their lives. And the only way to ‘fix’ the problem, apparently, was to cut the delicate wiring located between both hemispheres of the brain called the Corpus Callosum.

The Corpus Callosum is sort of like a bridge that info travels back and forth on in the brain, crossing over to the left and right sides respectively at will. Hmm,…I wonder what would happen if I were to just cut this little bridge in half?


 Viola! Bon Appetite–H. Lecter

Not only did the surgery stop the seizures in the patients though. It created a whole nother damn mess, entirely. Now the patients, when asked to use their left hand or right hand to do something, the hand, amazingly would do the opposite. In a series of tests, experimenters found that each half of the brain, now unable to communicate with each other effectively, had totally different personalities.

This lead to some interesting experiments.




Duh…The Split Brain patients could no longer decipher what the left or right side of the body was seeing, much less doing. When asked a series of questions about what they were seeing on a computer screen and asked to name it, they couldn’t name it, but the dissociated left side of the body could draw it. 


The patient in the above video could function normally, but viewed the world now through a disparate sense, whereby each side of the brain was constantly discovering what the other was doing, thinking, and sensing.



 Sure, the patient’s seizures had stopped, but now they had turned into Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde at the same time.


So what’s going on here? Why is there seemingly two separate entities being displayed in these Split Brain patients? Could it be because that delicate little bridge now cut was the only way for your Mommy and Daddy to communicate with each other, agree on things, or disagree, and make the body behave in a normal, orderly fashion?

Questions, questions.

After much practice, the split brained patients were able to begin to function normally again, though very slowly, indicating that the Corpus Callusom, alone, is not resposible for complete autonomis functinig withint the human brrrain.

What is the point? If you haven’t caught on by now, please god help me.

Your brain contains two, living, breathing entities called your mom and your dad. They are active minds, inside your mind. They control you. Split Brain patients exhibit this type of control factor in that when they are separated from each other, bodily control, goes right out the friggin’ window. Good luck wiping your ass.

That’s just one example of a medical malady that indicates we are multiple people functioning in one body.

Then there is Multi-personality complexes, where people seem to be different people at different times. Here we have different consciousnesses vying for expression with in the brain. Our personalities are always changing, in fact. They change to fit the situation.

The Evolutionary Conscious Ladder

With the human mind, the left and right sides are built of generations of special evolution, whereby each generation adds a layer, or a rung on the ladder of your complete consciousness. This happens physiologically as well as psychologically. With evolution, we are able to see the ancient parts of the brain, where our forefathers and foremothers first built the lower levels of the lymbic system, and how over time, with each generation, new parts were added. If you go back far enough, you can see our reptilian brain. That means, yeah, we were once reptiles. This is because we share the same parts of the brain in that area, as say, an alligator.

So, we are built up physically of different creatures, so why not also psychologically? You still have an alligator personality in your brains, so to speak.

On this long and twisting ladder with in each hemisphere of the brain (left/female, right/male) there still exists these different kinds of species of animals that came together to make up…you. And as long as they are there physically, they are also there psychologically. That means, that they are still alive. Yeah, that worm you used to be when the Earth was a big volcano, is still writhing around inside of you.

Beyond The Skull

So, now that I’ve bored you with theory about how the mind is all these creatures’ consciousnesses that are able to communicate with each other, how does all this fit in with psychic abilities?

Here it is:

We are all connected. Yep. It’s a simple as that. We are connected with Everything. Everything alive, and everything not alive. We all share chemical make ups that are found in rocks, birds, humans, and even stars. If you’ve ever studied Biology, you’ll know that living things actually come from non-living elements. Atoms, which are just balls of energy, make up molecules, which make up, compounds, with make up cells, which make up tissues, which make up organs, which make up brains, hands, toes…you get the idea. But scientists disagree just where along the line something actually ‘comes’ to life. Most think it is in the cellular step, but if cells are made up of non-living chemicals like sulfur, carbon, water, etc…doesn’t it make more sense just to say that these singular elements, themselves, are actually alive to begin with? Yeah, I guess so, says my other half…whatever.


So…so…so…if we are made of the same stuff as EVERYTHING around us, that must mean only one thing. That we be down with the trees, rocks, birds, and the bees in the most intimate of ways–We share electrons. ZAPPP!!!


Electrons are the things of life. It is electricity. Electricity is where info travels into and out of. Think of your computer. It uses electric signals converted into binary code to make up that pretty awesome screen saver of colored squares and triangles shape shifting around on your screen. It’s something that simple that creates something that complex. That’s the idea.

Okay, now multiply that times about a trillion trillion times. Since, in our paper thin theory, everything is alive and shares this electrical energy, that must mean that objects themselves, like your desk, must have the same wants and desires as you, yourself. Now go feed your desk a sandwich and watch it thank you.

This energy is especially easy to share between people. Basically, energy is not just contained in the frame of the body, it is extended out through the univeeeerrrrrrsssseahhshit! tst tst stsstsshhhhhuggghhh…gotta stop.



Next: Part IV














The Multi-Conscious Mind and How to Use It Psychically: Part Deux II

Welcome to Part II of The Multi-Conscious Mind!

In this brief post, I’ll go over some of things I’ve learned about how to use all those different you’s running around in your head…psychically.

Yes, you heard it right. Psychically. Like an X man or something.

In the last post, I went over how the left and right sides of your brain are actually your Mom’s and Dad’s consciousness living through your own. Not confusing. The left brain, your left side of the body are all being controlled primarily by the female part of your body. The right side, is controlled by the male. Okay. Now look at just one side of your body, say the left side. That side has two parts as well. They are the parents of your Mom–Your grandparents. So that means just the left side of you body, although it is primarily under the control of the female aspect of your person, it itself has another female and male built into it, controlling it. So that means, overall, both sides of your body have entangling female and male sides that are expressed at different levels throughout your consciousness. I know that’s a mindful to take in. But not really if you look at it this way: It took two people to make you. It took four people to make the two people to make you. It took eight people to make the four to make the two to make you…and so on. That’s how it looks from the outside looking in, anyway. But now to something beyond that.

Once you’ve grasped the very, extremely simple concept of the multi-conscious mind, it’s all fun and games from here on out baby. Yeah, like you can ‘project’ these consciousness into the void of space, and totally spy on people from afar. Yep. And you can ‘feel’ when someone is sneaking up on you, by tapping into the energy waves coming around the corner from their brain. Yeah. And, you can move stuff with your mind, see the future, and even manipulate the past (more on this awesome theory later. It’s a theory, but when put into practice can make you feel very cool).

So, all this psychic stuff is the stuff of fiction, right? Wrong. There is evidence of it being tested throughout time. Just this century we had Russell Targ, preeminent psychic scientist working with the CIA to locate foreign objects using remote viewing. We also had Edgar Cayce, psychic medium who would enter into a trance to diagnose patients with medical diseases…thousands of miles away.

Those are just a couple. Then there’s the modern research that is taking place right now that is looking at psychic phenomenon in a new, scientific light. Just a couple of months ago, a psychology grad student in Ottawa Canada was the first person to ‘record’ and actual out of body experience. She used an MRI machine and a whole lot of patience. They were ultimately able to get the images of the brain though, and found that the locations in the brain that usually light up when a person is walking, was lighting up just the same, only the grad student hadn’t moved a muscle since she was stuffed into the MRI machine at the moment. Weird, huh?

Yeah, and there’s a lot more that I cannot type for the excitement of wanting to continue onto some other stuff: Like how you can do some psychic stuff, using only a little training.

Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a self help blog. I don’t really care if you get it, or don’t. But it’s still fun to try.

Okay, first things first. You need to start talking to yourself. For real. Out loud, then slowly asking yourself questions without moving your lips. This prompts you to answer the questions you ask your self. No, I’m not asking you to make yourself crazy. We are all already crazy to begin with. I’m just asking you to start thinking of yourself as two people. Wow, that’s still a lot to ask.

What I mean is, you need to start separating the left and right hemispheres of the brain. So start by doing nothing.

1. Sit still in a quiet place.

2. When you have a thought, push it away.

3. When it comes back, with a vengeance, push it away harder.

4. Do nothing.

5. Breath slow on purpose.

6. Listen.

The last step was just to listen. That is not listen to the outside world. But to the one inside your head. You should hear yourself saying something like, “This is stupid,” or “I really need to go the bathroom.” But Ignore them! Do not listen!


Wait…who is the voice talking to? Well, you were talking to yourself. You were giving yourself a command, a want for something to happen. So in essence there was one voice speaking to another potential listener. Well, I have to break it to you. This is your left and right side. One is listening. The other is talking.

The reason I am stressing listening to the voices going on in your head, is because once you can choose to listen to them, and respond or not, is when you can truly appreciate them for they are. They are the communications from your inner selves. Your grandparents, parents, and so forth.

It’s a short trip from this to the funny farm, I know. But the theory goes like this: Once you can separate these consciousness, learn from Whoah!! Slow down!!…too much info!Image