Things are happening. If you think a storm is coming, you haven’t been paying attention: you are already in it. Like the riptide, struggling against it won’t work; the centrifugal pull of existence is more powerful than any of us, and than all of us combined. But there are ways to surf the tsunami, to let the hurricane draw us into its eye, where stillness lies.
This does not mean passivity, but a readiness to bust a move at a moment’s notice, when the life force moves us. This movement invariably corresponds with an opening in existence itself—including the deep state prison planet currently contracting around all of humanity.
We might even say it is time to pit two deep states against each other: the deep state of an eons-long sorcery and social engineering anti-life agenda to strangle the life out of the human soul and body; and the deep state of consciousness that’s innate to all existing creatures and to Nature itself.
Tuning into the eternal guidance system of our internal deep state means the external deep state can kiss our asses goodbye. The seat of our pants has us, and we have already said farewell to Babylon, leaving nothing in our wake but dust and ashes.
For my wife & I, busting a move depends on first passing on a legacy, an ark which we have already built that we hope will provide a way to stay afloat for other souls, as we move optimistically on to wilder (not necessarily greener) pastures. Simply put, we plan to relocate to Europe, and to do that, we first need to pass on our house and business to someone who knows what to do with them. One end times ark currently for sale, in the aptly named town of Hope, BC:
The New2Yew thrift store business we inherited and re-created brings in a yearly profit of at least $60,000 CAD a year (a low estimation). It can be run easily by two people, even at a pinch by a single (heroic) soul. Besides rent ($850 CAD a month) there are almost no overhead costs. To give you some idea, in the 4 years since we opened it, while running the thrift store I have published three books and written a couple more, maintained a weekly podcast and blog, and participated in regular Dave Oshana events (including retreats in Europe), as well as paid off our house mortgage.
Time-wise, the thrift store is practically a hobby that 1) pays our way; 2) allows us to save; and 3) affords us constant interactions with humanity that I, at least, would otherwise be far too selfish to make room for. In fact, I would say that, beyond doubt, the three primary contributing factors to my personal development, deepening character, and growing happiness and wisdom, over the last four years, have been: 1) my marriage; 2) my work with Dave Oshana; and 3) running the thrift store. Writing books and podcasting is great, but the challenges and rewards of these other three arenas are, in my opinion, of a higher order altogether.
If you are an extremely rare soul made of the right stuff and are interested in this opportunity, and/or buying the house that I and my Mrs. built, or, renovated (which is a five minute stroll from the store and also has a commercial front), email me for further info.
Now onto the next thing. Last Sunday’s Oshana event, “Safely Discharging Relationships,” hot on the heels of Saturday’s Experience Shop (by invite only), was a ground-breaking event in the annals of Oshana, Horsley, and, just maybe, humankind.
(Easter egg hunt for skeptical readers: how many red flags that scream out “cult mentality” to you can you spot in this blog post? Post results in comments section below, your feedback is essential research! This will also be the subject of a future podcast.)
Since I have temporarily retired as the official Oshana scribe (who has the time?!), I was not planning to blog about this event, but I did take some notes once I realized Dave was going to do a lot of talking and that the interaction (for me the real pay-off) was going to take a while to begin. Here they are, enjoy them while they last, as I may be burning my notebooks soon. I have woven Dave comments together with my own extrapolations, making this a DaHo cocktail, tho mostly DaOs; I also incorporated at the last minute some notes made by my wife, so this is a real melange a trois! 😮
There is no spiritual solution. The charge that you want to be rid of will be with you for the rest of your life. Those who follow a guru generally want a magical solution. Dave doesn’t offer one.
Dave gives a concession: enlightenment, if you are lucky enough that it happens to you, does clear up a lot of things, but it doesn’t clean up the world.
The march of history is the combine harvesting and chewing up of the generations and spitting them out, like shredded cud.
Can you imagine how many people come to Dave who believe in gurus? He is in the market place. Because of this he “welcomes people who are deeply skeptical of me.” The spiritual road map is completely booby-trapped, and the spiritual landscape is fully of boobies.
Our work as hunters of charge is to find loose charge and safely dispose of it. The world is currently full to overflowing with irrational guilt and limitless shaming. (There is a difference between remorse and guilt; one is useful, the other is not.) The social revenge warriors and “woke” generation have a mission: to shame the shamers. Left to continue, this feedback loop will break society. (Possibly it already has and we just haven’t seen the collapse yet.)
When the mind fragments, it may lead to visions of entities. Those roving psychic fragments may even act like entities; they may become tangible and active agents of chaos by possessing human bodies.
Highly charged people become like zombies that want to eat your brains. They are driven by an anti-life impulse and their purpose is to force you to join the system and make you work for the system, sucking up charge and passing it on, endlessly, like batteries in the matrix.
Humans have become energy cannibals. And cannonballs. Being triggered is like being a human pinball machine: the steel balls ricochet around inside a person, aggravated and extended by the affected person compulsively hitting the flippers. A big charge is like a charge cannonball, it builds up until it explodes and blasts holes in people.
Some charges are ancestral, and so difficult to locate the source of. We run narratives in our heads in order to manage charge. No matter how convincing our narrative is, it is never fundamentally about the other person.
Charge is neutralized when it is warmly witnessed, received. The problem in the world is not other people but charge. Charge leads to life-denying and life-threatening behaviors. The only option is to discharge charge as fast as it comes up. By accepting this mission, the mission of charge hunters, we help to ensure that future generations won’t have to suffer.
To be a functioning human being and not a zombie is to let charge come into you and pass through you. We are en route to the exit point from zombie hell-world; we may even be the exit point, or we may not be. Either way, our only way out is to connect to other neurons who are moving towards and/or creating these exit points. Connecting to other psyches means passing on charge; there is no way around it, this is the price of connecting. If someone comes up to us full of charge, and we refuse to take it, we may just have created a monster. We are conduits.
Dave says: “I do not consent to be a guru. I do not consent to take on people’s charge. Does it make any difference? No. I have to accept everyone’s charge.”
No one is getting out of this lobster pot alive unless we learn to stay cool. The temperature is rising, and soon we will start to go pink, a shrill whistle will come out of our shells, and our eyes will begin to pop out of their sockets.
“My whole purpose,” Dave says, “is to reduce the amount of charge in existence.”
Since Sunday’s event, things have been hopping in the noosphere, I suspect globally, and beyond, but observably among fellow travelers in, and co-constructers of, the “ET” arc, who have been brainstorming together since then. If and as these brainstorms start to bring rain, I will keep my regular readers & listeners abreast of the situation, at least as much as is permitted by the sensitive nature of this operation.
Before, during and after this last event, seemingly divergent interests and pursuits have, for me, aligned into a single overarching concern: to get all my parts onboard for the rescue mission. Symmetrically, the rescue mission is to assist all parts of humanity to come onboard before the crow lands. What exactly onboard means is difficult to say with clarity. (The arc that can be named is not a true arc?)
The model of the thrift store which my wife and I run may be a helpful template here, because it is very simple, and . . . it works. People donate things they no longer need and then buy things they do need (or at least think they do) that others have donated. We organize it and put a price tag on it, essentially charging a service and handling fee, and everyone benefits. We also provide free food, free clothing and bedding, and such, to the street folk. This is an integral part of the business’ success, since the whole enterprise orbits around good will, the creation of a love field founded on the most fundamental human needs: food, clothing, shelter, companionship.
The arc that we currently have in mind will be doing the same with human charge, life force, and creativity, redistributing it in such a way that everyone involved benefits and the general environment is cleaned up, at least a little bit. This arc is a ship of friends, though friends not primarily of each other (though with any luck that too) but of life itself, and of what informs it: the eternal guidance system out of which existence emerges (EGSOWEE). The support system is energetic not emotional (though as we sort out our energy, our thoughts and feelings soon follow).
It is time for humanity to get all its EGS in one basket, to bring all the parts of our bodies, brains, hearts, and beings into harmonization, and gain full access to our shared life force. The result: on-tap joy, peace, equanimity, and optimal functionality in increasingly charged times. This is the only way not to become either a zombie or zombie food.
TL;DR: This current theme around charge is highly topical, and I think it’s close to the core service that people need now. Bad times they are a-coming, and the smart/sane among us are already looking for a lifeboat. If Dave Oshana is the current most visible exemplar of the benefits of following our EGS, then by extension all of us affiliated with his project are also engaged in the same harmonization, of worlds both inner and outer, both building and offering up these essential lifeboats, or EGS baskets.
For example: Yesterday a new online men’s group hosted by myself had its 4-hour debut and was described by one attendant as “the best men’s circle ever.” This will probably, if interest continues, be a weekly event for a while (though perhaps not a 4-hour one!), either on Tuesday or Thursday mornings, Pacific time. Email me if interested.
Another likely opportunity for communal arc-building is an idea my wife and I have for a Zombie Apocalypse Survival Training Course, which we hope to mount soon, with or without the participation of Dave, but almost certainly involving other ET participants. The aim of this course/workshop will be to help participants deal with their own trauma charge, and that of other people, via intensive training workshops and a gradual immersion within a love field in which total relaxation of the nervous system allows for increased access to, and redistribution of, the life force.
It’s probably pretty safe to say that most of us attribute the majority of our frustrations in life to what Dave calls “POOP: the Problem Of Other People.” The solution of POOP, as the last Oshana event underscored, is to learn how to handle the toxic fecal matter of the human sewage factory, starting with our own. We can then learn to transmute the POOP (the negative charge of our many interpersonal and ancestral issues) into fertilizer, over time growing a loving community of mutually beneficial interactions. Surf the wave of the end times together, and we can discover and occupy a whole new, pristine ocean side paradise!
Is there any other worthwhile occupation? 2020 vision requires looking the Minotaur of our collective predicament squarely in the face, and not flinching. Deep state, meet deep state.
Besides the obvious benefits, the Zombie Survival Training workshop will also be suited for those who feel a pull (even if only out of curiosity) towards the Dave-field, but who need to circumnavigate their guru-phobia before entering into the EGS patch.
Next Dave event: “Staged Exits: The Dead Never Passed Away.”
Last but not necessarily least, the 16 Maps of Hell campaign is now at £8073.75 and I am confident it will reach the target of £8880 by 8/8/20, exactly one month from now (I have an upcoming Skeptiko interview that should help). This means it’s time to encourage anyone who wants a hardback edition to pre-order it for £52 pounds (see side widget), and for those who have already pre-ordered the paperback and want to upgrade, to make an additional payment, via the donate button, of £10, with a message what it is for.
More exciting still, as mentioned on a recent podcast, 16 Maps of Hell is currently undergoing a massive overhaul and upgrade and has rapidly transmuted into something quite new and unexpected, probably most of all to its author. I feel intuitively that this last-minute transmutation only came about through some sort of invisible guidance (those EGS again!). Three weeks ago, I really didn’t have a clue that the book many of you have already pre-ordered was closer to a block of marble than a finished sculpture. I am only halfway through the proof-read and polishing of this newly carved objet d’art, but I am cautiously optimistic that it is the capstone of all my previous books, and the apotheosis of my “dark period”—hence, we trust, its culmination. Here comes the light.
To give an indication of its new shape see the 16 Maps contents page. Meanwhile, walk, don’t run, to the exit, but be sure and get there by the time the infinities line up.