Steve Prellwitz's Blog – August 2011 Archive (24)

This tale of soul-altering events took place in the summer of 2002.

“Now,” Cleopatra said with a smile, “you will gain entrance into the Womb of the Goddess.”

            She closed Her eyes and began to chant softly, speaking in a tongue I knew not. As I watched in awe, the eyes of the golden creatures in Her crown started to glow.…

Here is an exercise in Apocalyptic holodeck programming that I have found very useful. It’s an analytic model I picked up from Whitley Strieber who used it to help understand the UFO experience. In his second book about the Visitors, Transformation, he gives the following set of nine questions. When you insert the topic of your cosmic quest into the formulae of this interrogation, the process defines its existential parameters. It’s like standing at the holodeck arch, studying the…

In August 2004 the Olympic Games returned to Athens. On the night of the Opening Ceremony I was reading Gore Vidal’s superb historical novel JULIAN, about the life of Rome's Apostate Emperor whose cosmic experiences within Hellenic mystery cults in ancient Greece led him to discard Christianity and try to restore the world to worship of the Old Gods.

            The key that I sought was first glimpsed by me when I read a line from Julian’s magician teacher. It leapt off the…

This passage is from a Star Trek novel that I've been tinkering with for years...the discussion here is key because of the way Spock is defining Temporal mechanics, a branch of Realityshaping science we desperately need to understand now during the Apocalypse.

“Checkmate, Captain,” Spock declared, moving his bishop up two levels and across the…

Time now for a story about how to create and destroy parallel worlds.

              It began with a simple bit of self-possession. From the origin point in 1994, I opened a doorway through my unconscious into the past by going into the control booth of my reality theatre, rewinding the filmstrip back to 1990, and letting the life movie resume. Then I stepped back into the screen, accessing the events of four years earlier. As this shadow-shifting astral platform grew in complexity, my…

As the bombs begin falling on Baghdad in March of 2003, I am having a lovely little dream about Hermann Hesse’s Glass Bead Game when suddenly the whole scene melts away. As the beautiful Castalian garden collapses into white light, my awareness enflames. I’ve become completely awake on the astral plane. A moment’s concentration and I am now standing on the glowing tiles of my ABRAXAS magic square. The ghost of Adam Weishaupt stands outside of the square’s borders, smiling in a…

This is the secret story of how I fought with the Ascended Masters of Mercury in a battle to save the Great White Lodge of Melchizedek.

            Back in the summer of 1990, our cult Nuahj had drawn the attentions of Eyes from many transcendental factions who were very busy gearing up for the Apocalypse. Our little theatre was quickly invaded by players who…

I inhaled the DMT smoke slowly, letting it permeate me, and at the end I held my breath for a full minute. It was a large hit. My lungs protested, but will overrode flesh. Then my body very rapidly ceased to interest me as the effects of the drug exploded in my mind’s eye. Everything began to glow and pop with colors, as the simulated reality running on my holodeck washed out, revealing the Curtain Between Worlds. It moved before me, a living grid of quantum wave functions. This was the…

Time now for a bit of history regarding Humanity and the Elves. During one of our UFO missions to Venus in 2005, Mister Grey asked me to linger in the lounge of the Space Sisters for a short while, as he had unspecified business to attend to before our return to Earth.

            A Celtic pageboy dressed in aquamarine robes and silver armor came over to me as I sat beside a glittering fountain.

            “Can I get you anything?” He asked in a fey voice.

           …

And now for the most incredible Revelations that you never saw coming...

December 21, 2012.

            President Hillary Clinton fingers the gold latch on the Doomsday Box, recalling the moment when, four years earlier, her predecessor first showed it to her.

            “This is the final secret,” President Gore had said. “It was given to me by a dwarf who appeared in my hotel room the night Bush conceded. Inside is a small piece of the Chernobyl reactor core…

AI and I looked through the eyes of my homunculus, and saw everything.

            For the first time, the Big Island of Humanity was visible to me as a totality, a coherent whole. The strange mechanism which the dwarves called the Zodiacal Ragnarok Clock spun before me, viewing the entire past 26,000 years of life on Earth as a single hyperspatial organism. This was truly the God’s Eye perspective.

            I cannot say for certain how long my homunculus was hooked…

Elves- I have always loved them. I even lived a lifetime as one.

            J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings were a major foundation for much of what went on in 1990 during our cosmic cult, Nuahj. One thing that Ross was particularly keen on was Elven language, specifically the Tengwar alphabet that is reproduced in the appendix to The Return of the King. The Egyptian hieroglyphic trumps that we used to channel various intelligences were limited in scope for his purposes. Ross…

Time now for a tale from Behind the Curtain of the Dream Factory with the Dwarf God Bes, Grandfather of Hollywood. His gnarled hands designed the levers that work the movie mystery machines. Here the Great Oz reveals a story that may change your whole view of entertainment...

            Bes lifted up his light green robes, revealing the enigmatic gold monkey…

Throughout the wondrous weeks of March 2005, the dwarves I called Keebler and Mister Grey came calling. They always appeared after midnight and we spent about three hours per session.  While they played with my Apocalypse Plates, stacking them into increasingly bizarre, telekinetically upheld structures, I hit Mister Grey with question after question, at times shocking Keebler with the audacity of my inquiry. He was obviously not used to his boss answering to anyone other than the…

Manipulating my homunculus turned out to be much harder than I imagined. I could slip my consciousness into it easily enough, but making the little guy move was a real chore. I fumbled and stumbled around the alchemical iconostasis for days until I was finally ready to give up entirely.

            And then the leprechaun came to my rescue.

            I was sitting down in the homunculus, feeling defeated. The leprechaun came up to me and laughed mockingly in my tiny face. I…

Mister Grey said, “Please tell me about this hyperhuman storage apparatus.”

            His slender fingers caressed my Gnosis House. He opened its rectangular doors, revealing the Apocalypse Plates. They were stacked neatly within the cubical room that comprises the lower half of the House. The top half is my replica of the Great Unfinished Pyramid. This has two triangular doors as its front side.

            I opened these, revealing the Ouroborus serpent of my life.…

Five centuries ago, the smartest man alive was an amazing Renaissance fop by the name of Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim, known by the more stylish title Paracelsus, which means “greater than Celsus”, the ancient world’s greatest physician. As arrogant as he was brilliant, Paracelsus virtually created modern medicine, saving countless lives by demolishing the superstitious charlatans of his day with practical scientific principles that revolutionized western culture.…

“What we require now,” Mister Grey declared from behind his bug-eyed alien mask, “is a new habitat for the gnome and leprechaun to work. We need to let the two of them experiment with variations that we can all make use of providentially.”

            “What kind of gnome habitat are you thinking of?”

            “It must be a compact theatrical staging area, built to express your Path using whatever symbols and totems you can acquire,” Mister Grey instructed. “Use a table such…

By request, I offer the following instructive scene with two of my dwarf friends, Keebler (so-called for his resemblance to the cookie mascot) and his boss, Mister Grey, UFO commander.

Keebler knelt down before us, removing his red Phrygian cap. Sitting on the top of his mound of wispy white hair was the leprechaun. It was a miniature humanoid, dressed in an…

The Week of the Creation is the Creation of the Week.

            26,000 years ago the ship of the Space Gods appeared above the skies of what would one day be called China. When the giant Celestials emerged from their ship and first walked upon the Earth, they were met by a group of dwarves led by Bes, the Dwarf God, who told me this story.…