Realizing The Flyer Inside.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Once you start to stalk yourself you'll soon notice that many of your thoughts are not of your creation.Stopping the internal dialogue is the first major test of this.A organic being usually has total control of their mind and thoughts unless their in a sleep phase or merely daydreaming.
Not to say other animals cannot be possessed by spirits,flyers,different inorganics,but they to the most part have no internal dialogue.When a warrior loses the foreign installation the first thing the warrior notices is that he has to recreate his internal dialogue.Most of the time it is blank and filled with feeling,emotions,basic
perception,and word creation due to how the warrior is taught to percieve the world.After 30 plus years when I lost my flyer I basically had to reinvent my thoughts and recreate
how I used to think.It is a freedom experience but very humbling.
By shutting away all thoughts and filling the mind with silence a adept can measure the strength of their installation and test it.To cast it out one must will/intend
it as so and refuse it permission to cohabit one's mind/body.
This must be done over and over with the test beforehand mentioned until this task is accomplished.
Once a warrior can control his EVERY thought/intention his power will grow."They" will test you the rest of your life and you'll soon see them in other people,on the tv,in the radio,
you'll hear your mate's as they lash out at you, their foreign installation quite aware of your absence of one.
This is what Don Juan referred to early in the writings as stalking,stopping the world,and the self-importance teachings.These practices will help the warrior overcome the great power of the flyer. The Lone Wolf

[Guest]

Thankyou Lonewolf.
A little gem.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Not a problem.

[Guest]

Hello, Lone Wolf. I must have been led by the spirit to your insights, because I am at a point in my path where they have helped me through some difficult battles with myself.
It all began about two years ago when I read a book called "The Mind Parasites" (which was in my house the whole time), by an author whose name I've forgotten . This book contained many interesting ideas to me at the time, although I also could not comprehend some ideas. One of these specific ideas was very similar to what I would now call "will". The main character used will as what he described,"like when you have an orgasm" or "my mental beam". Upon reading this, I immediately knew what he was talking about. I experimented with this although I had no application for it at the time, so it really didn't mean anything to me. I realized later that maybe was what total concentration meant, and used it in things such as drawing, skateboarding, and even eating. I also at one time used it while walking, and upon arriving back at my house I felt what at the time I could only describe as being high.
Time went by, I was into smoking weed a lot, playing a lot of video games, cutting school, and many other self destructive acts. I was at a low time, as my energy was taken up by these things. I felt as if I was spiraling downward into an abyss of depressed thoughts, all the while not giving heed to the actual existence of "Mind Parasites", which by the way were described almost exactly the same way as Flyers. I dropped out of high school in my Junior year, and decided to get my G.E.D. During the time between, I stumbled upon yet another book, this one entitled "Tales of Power" (also in my house the whole time) by who else. When I read this book, I automatically associated it with the "Mental Beam". I almost felt as if I was meant to find this knowledge. I was amazed at how much of the ideas in the book I could actually relate to. This book started me on the road I now tread.
At the same time that I was aquiring this knowledge, I felt as though there was something against me, like a barrier. One day, I went out to do the "Right Way of Walking", with my hands curled and my eyes crossed. I walked around the neighborhood for awhile like this, and I was feeling like my internal dialogue was shutting off because I felt light and almost high (I didn't yet know of the Assemblage Point yet),when the thought accoured to me that I would like to smoke some pot. Well I got my wish. One of my smoking buddies was walking down the same street I was. He told me he was going to his friends house to smoke. So I went with him and smoked. But before I did, I was feeling the effects of my walk quite exquisitely. Afterwards, I felt drained. I had in fact read "Journey to Ixtlan", or at least the version that was on the Internet, but this was before I was grasping the true meanings of what was being said, so I can't say that it wasn't my fault. Once again, I never suspected any "Parasites". It's as if, at the time I was reading " The Mind Parasites", they (Flyers/Parasites) were at work to divert my attention away from them.
Now to the present... The present is a whole other story...
that I will tell (if I can ever shut up). Recently, as in the past six months, I have had numerous experiences which have solidified my belief in sorcery as a real proposition. First, I will start with "Dreaming". My first experience of "Dreaming" was weird as hell to say the least. It consisted of me in a foreign bed with an abstract artish looking woman on top of me. I knew this was a dream immediately, and proceeded to my hands. My hands were not very appetizing. They shifted from one shape to the next, so I looked at the room, but saw more abstract art. I got up and walked out of the house, and then I remembered my "Mental Beam". It didn't work, yet I was still lucid, and was interested in a wall. Then my attention was captured by some females, and the "Dreaming" ended about there. Another interesting experience occurred when I woke up early one morning and decided to do some dreaming. I heard a bus outside, decided that in dreaming I would be on a bus, then get imagine where I wanted to go, and then get off. I actually saw the seats and the people in what I now call "The Gray Zone" or "Phantom Dream". My attention faltered though, and I felt as though I was stuck between the two worlds so woke up. Another very weird one happened when I woke up from a semi-dreaming state. It was such a sudden awakening that I was still dreaming. I actually "saw" a separate set of hands holding a book above me. I realized that I had controlled this vision with what now call "will" and not "Mental Beam". I think I have gotten very close to the third gate. One night I simply became aware that I was falling asleep, and literally "jumped" out my body. I knew it was dreaming somehow, and I was pretty sure that I was in my room, but it quickly lapsed into semi-dreaming.
I have encountered Scouts, and they usually are mean. The first time may have been bullshit, but it was still scary. I was in semi-dreaming, and I thought I saw my friend facing away from me. I said what's up to him and walked away, but he squeezed my arm painfully, and as I turned towards him he put his hand on my chest and asked me, "Are you reading to meet your death"? I woke up fast.
Another time was similar. I was having ordinary dreams, when at one point I was directly in dreaming. My first thought was, " It's Bill Murray and Sigourney Weaver", but I knew better. I asked timidly, "who here is a Scout ?". No one answered. I remembered that you must speak your intent loudly. "Who here is a Scout"? Guess who answered. It was Sigourney. It freaked the *** out me when she answered. I asked her to leave. She got really pissed. I remembered that other experience with my friend. She charged at me and grabbed me in my ribcage area. My first instinct was to wake up. I didn't. Instead, I calmed my mind by thinking about my death, and looked at her, ready to bounce out. She was having a tantrum, shouting and cursing. I asked her to please leave. Eventually she did, I remembered to use my will to drive her out. It was a triumph to me to have stood against what I thought to be an invincible being, yet I also realize now that it was sort of my mind that created her assault. When I woke up I was out of my mind with fear because I must have been in a higher awareness. I really thought I was hearing footsteps in the basement near my room, yet I tried my best to remain sturdy just in case something popped out. I basically didn't let my mind run wild with images or thoughts so as not to create some sort of manifestation.
The next encounter did not goes as well. I was dreaming, and after awhile I was in a house that I thought to be mine and heard a T.V. playing very loudly to my right. I went in and saw my mom. I said "hi mom" :> I immediately wish I hadn't said anything because I knew for a fact that this was a Scout. I felt dread, I felt repulsed. I think I was transported to another room, and she followed me. I scared, so I jumped out the window and look from the backyard at her. She was more than pissed, she was insane. The look on her face was terrifying. She was tearing her clothes of in a rage (don't worry, I've never seen my mom naked :>). I wanted all this to end and asked her timidly to take me to the Inorganic Beings world. I woke up. Not as scared as last time, but almost.
Another one: I was in a regular uncontrolled dream. I walked around some kind of neighborhood, realized I was dreaming and looked at my hands. I alternated between a car and my hands, but the car turned into a mess, so I looked at a wall with some sort of emblem on it. A Scout I assume, disguised as George Castansa (I used to watched a lot of T.V.), came at me and grabbed me.
Now for the super dreaming experience (at I think it was pretty super). It starts out with me in semi-dreaming, in what I call "The Vibratory Zone". I was not aware that I was dreaming, but in another way I was. I thought I was awake and trying to do dreaming. I now think that I was approaching the fourth(double position) gate without even knowing it. I remembered in my dream that in such a state as "The Vibratory Zone", you would hear voices, and I did. It was my T.V. upstairs saying, "the vice president of the united states has died of a heart attack". I looked up and saw a ball of light on my ceiling. I woke up into another dream (2nd gate), and I was upstairs, not very lucid, but very vivid. Later, I was in a in classroom, and I was dreaming for real. At the front of the classroom there was a teacher, who I somehow knew was a Scout. I voiced my intent to see and everything went black save for a faint twine of lights to my left, where the teacher was last. I struggled to bring back the dream, then remembered to focus on an object in the dream. I focused on a pencil sharpener, and the dream slowly came back. When it was back, the teacher was looking at me. I must have lost control, because I asked her to suck my d*ck. She didnt quite succeed... yet. Later on, I was walking in a city at night and stopped at a corner to observe what was happening. I found that if I shut off my internal/infernal dialogue if only for a second, I could control the scene. Yet there are other forces. The Scouts. A woman bumped into me while my internal dialogue was off, so I knew she was a Scout. I walked over to a plaza and while I was walking, a pretty girl walked beside me with her arm out. I dumbly went with her. She wanted to suck my d*ck (or I wanted her to) And I dumbly let her. This is where an exchange happened, where she/it got some of my energy, and I got a burning pain in my midsection. I woke up a little later, and my midsection had a faint pain in it.
After that experience, I felt drained. I felt distracted and irritated all day. I still feel as its hard to concentrate, but if really discipline myself i can. I really do think that I was drained of some of my energy.
Now for the internal dialogue. Ive been able to shut if to a certain extent, but it seems as though something is blocking me from it. I did it successfully once in pitch blackness. I focused on my midsection and my body until I stopped being my thoughts. It was weird to hear the thoughts, because they almost seemed to come from outside of me. Once I realized this, I intended my body not to associate with the thoughts since they were so random. I found that what I usually take as my own thoughts were nothing but complete randomness. It was the feelings in my body that kept coming up and the thoughts would follow, then my body would associate with the thoughts since it was familiar with them.
For some reason though, something has been blocking me from getting to this state again. Its like I think I should focus on the thought to see how random they really are, but that only makes it worse.
Anyways, I just wanted to let it all out there in hopes of eleviating my blockage and also for a reply to these things. I had more typed out, but the spell check glitched. Ill be putting up more posts later, and maybe even start a topic. And may the force be- I mean... well... yeah, uh...
P.S. I gave up on pot and video games to save energy. **Geminius**

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Great dreaming stories.Have you done any flying in your dreams? If not try it,it builds power and greater perception
of the use of intent/will.
The scouts are organic beings from other worlds that come here for our dreaming awareness and energy.Inorganics also
take great parts in our dreaming landscape and we see them
most often as nonhuman images.
The scouts and the flyers are very different from each other.
With practice achieving silence will pay great dividends for you.Total darkness works well for some people.I liked to use my mind's eye as a focus point when shutting down the internal dialogue.
Glad to have you here Geminius.Post to your heart's content
for you have come to the right place.

[Guest]

Thank you very much for your reply. I have done flying numerous times, but usually not for very long. I will sort of feel how you're supposed to fly (by "will") and then I'll fly for awhile, but sometimes it's very difficult, and either fall or stay suspended in one place. I think that I may have first learned how to fly even before I got into sorcery. It must have been about a year ago (maybe more maybe less), I had a dream that I was walking through a green pasture and I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I'd always wanted to fly in my dreams, so I sort of just did it without being able to explain how. I had a couple other dreams like this in the next three days, but eventually I couldn't do it anymore.
Last night something came to me. Here is what I wrote about it: There is a voice that is mine, yet it is not mine. It tells me things, and I believe them. When I am enlightened with insight, it says, "I'm hungry, I'm going to watch some T.V."
When I want to do sorcery, it says, "I can't do it, I'm not ready yet, not enough energy. This is not what I want". When someone talks to me, it asks, "why are you talking to me?" When someone does something that I don't like, it says, "f*cking sh8 man, I wanna make that son of a b**ch pay".
I have found it's weakness though. It's weakness is intent and impeccability (proper use of energy). My intent is to do sorcery, and to do that I need to be impeccable. The voice takes almost all my energy. It is dangerous in any case: if I go against it, it punishes me with stress, headaches, and hopelessness, it could even kill me. If I agree with it, it still torments me. I want to change, or I should say that it feels right for me to change, and it asks, "why change now when you've got plenty of time?" and I respond, "because now is the only time there is".
I am headed only towards death, and that means that I should live as happily as possible. I should be free from this voice and it's shifty ideas.The only problem is that it sounds just like me! I really believe that these are my thoughts! If so, then how can it be that I would go against my own deepest wishes? How can that be? Because of the voice that is mine, yet is not mine.
the end...of that part.
PART 2...
And so I entered a most difficult battle. I tried to use my intent as my sword, yet the voice had many tricks. It would sound very sincere when I was at the struggling stage, but once I recognized the voice for what it was, it went crazy with rage. It overloaded me with random thoughts, and then in my voice told me that these thoughts are mine. It was a most trying battle, but the trick was not to battle with thoughts, but with "will". The voice is the antithesis of the spirit, yet it is part of the spirit. Yet it cannot stand against intent for long, and soon is revealed as it truly is: an alien voice that makes you believe that it is you. I have not won anything yet though. The voice is crafty enough to even divert my intent. And the war continues....
**Geminius**

[Guest]

Hi Lone Wolf . Great info there , thanks a lot . Im glad you reshuffled this posting to the top , as Ive not read it . Its been ( haha ) 'on my mind' lately to ask advice re: getting a FI off a young 'uns head . Its one of the most disturbing aspects of all this work to me ...
Dismember me in spirit , fine . But show any shaman their own kid wearing one of these ugly things atop their cranium , and the said shaman would be understandably , um , pissed off .
Any advice from you on this matter would be much appreciated .
Thinking of seven generations hence ,
Kookaburra

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Advice.Hmmm...I wish I had a magic formula.Don Juan had no easy answer.They are parasites.It is in their thoughts and controls their mind.The best news is that when a human is young it is the best time to free them.
They must do it though.They must be shown the way slowly.
Only the individual in my experience can free themselves.
Even a strong shaman could throw it off but it will return always.
The child must see what is foreign.The child must realize that
it is being preyed on but all the child's friends will have this on them.The child will be different.Lonly will be this free child.Not like the others he/she will be hated.Not trusted.Not the same.It is good but to the young it will be a curse.Still it must be done as soon as possible.

[Guest]

Wolf , I really appreciate the advice , and Ill mull over possible solutions for the future . This is important work here , and needs attention .
Thanks again
Kookaburra

[Nagual LoneWolf]

I believe it important.I believe it affects everything.
Its why we have terrorists bent on destruction.
Good Luck S K.

[Guest]

this has always been a subject i haven't been able to understand.
while investigating my mind, i've found several parts from within. there are several voices that contradict each other, and the super-ego is the one that chooses which one to acknowledge at a given moment.
i can't whole-heartedly accept the idea that one of those parts could be said to be external, on the basis that it says different things than another part. sure, there is a part that tells me to act less than impeaccably, but that could just as well be a part of me, as it could be foreign installation.
because of this, i've chosen to accept the theory of flyers eating away our energy and taking over our minds as metaphorical. that one must indeed destroy parts of the mind, and it is convenient to say that those parts are external, as the process of destruction then comes more willingly.
on the other hand, this doesn't fit the fact that don Juan pointed out, that all the people all over the world seem to experience same thoughts and feelings. which is very true.
look at the ny terror strike. i couldn't give a f*ck about it, but the overall consensus is that it affected the whole mankind. now that i would believe to be a manifestation of the flyer mind.
but how do i find it from within? just stating that the parts in me that disagree with this warrior-thing seems really half-assed.
rotblood

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Welcome Rotblood.I thought you might find your way here.
If you are able to ask yourself in your mind some simple questions with conviction then you will be rewarded with
some simple truths.This parasite can distort the truth and considers itself as a "part" of you but oddly it cannot lie.
If you corner it and ask it what it is then it will have to tell you.There can be more than one FI in a person but multiple voices usually is not a indication of this.
A uncontrolled mind will mantifest and manufacture these
"voices".First and foremost a person needs to render strict
control of their behavior patterns and thoughts for as long as possible even if its in short bursts.
Try and learn to silence your thoughts.Once some sort of
control is reached then the testing of the FI can begin.
The terrorist strike was an direct attack against humanity
by FI influenced individuals.Sanity is not something that the humans have alot of.
This strike promoted more war and killing and boistered
the USA's FI's agendas. The Lone Wolf

[Guest]

thank you. i will work on this.
rotblood
ps. as for me finding my way here...i was a recluse for a long time, but recently i got a command to stop it and start communicating.. so i'm trying to be as active in it as i can thanks.

[Guest]

I used to have a hard time with the concept of Flyers. Especially considering that CC related them so late in his career. (I'm a bit suspicious of what Carlos has spawned, i.e. cleargreen, laugan).
But then i saw them.
Actually, it was just after i began the 3 wings exercises.
However, the idea of shadow-like beings feasting on our energy hasn't seemed to help a lot of people.
It builds fear, which is one of the flyer's favourite dishes. Also for most people, fear is their favourite indulgence.
Catch 22. Chicken and egg.
The good news is that as one progresses down the path with heart, the flyers leave.
The bad news is that there is no quick fix. (Well, no *wise* quick fixes).
More recently, i discovered the buddhist take on all of this. They call it the "dualistic mind". The DM is an untrained mind that attaches itself to ideals of "this is good", "that is bad"; an ego-driven, self-centred philosophy.
I think that the DM is something that we, as humans, have developed since birth - probably before.
The moment we were born and nurtured by our mother, we became attached to a feeling of comfort, "aah, this is good". When our mother ignored us for too long, it became "how dare she!? i am the centre of the universe! waaaaaaaaaah!"
And so it starts... the ego-monster arises.
As a kid, ice cream and sweets made us happy. And then, when the ice cream dropped off the cone, we cried and cried.
Now that we're all grown up, we still hold on to silly ideals like "When i grow up, i'm going to eat as much chocolate and ice cream as i like. Then i'll be happy."
But, i'm getting off track...
My 5 year old daughter had a nightmare last night. She woke up screaming about a "purple monster".
Now, i know from my own experience not to tell a kid that "there's no such thing as monsters" because i used to have one living under my bed. Instead, i brought the cat in to sleep with her - shadow people hate cats - and my advice was to "think happy thoughts".
It's difficult with the kids, because they can't intellectualise. The best way to teach them is by example. And sorry to say, i'm still rather dualistic myself.
One of Jimmy's quotes comes to mind. I cant remember it exactly, but it goes something like:
"You can't scull a gallon of immortality. Instead, take a sip a day."

[Guest]

an interesting account.
however, from you i want to ask something else, too: how did you regain your edge after giving birth? (personally, i've come to think of losing the edge as a sort of inability to act and absorb new ideas)
rotblood

[Guest]

Firstly, i'm a fella.
It's an interesting concept: the edge.
It's a natural part of having children; you give part of your luminosity to your offspring.
Partly, i think, it's a gift to your children. The gift of spritely-ness, pizzazz, power.
Also, it dulls you (the parent) somewhat. But, this can be a good thing. I mean, i no longer have the desire to do crazy, life-endangering stuff.
I have to be around to bring up my kids.
I dont mind at all that they have aquired a part of me. They are so little (3 and 5) and so helpless. They are at the mercy of the world. They need all the edge they can get.
Besides, i'll get it back someday... or not...

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Don Juan admitted to Carlos Castaneda that he still had "his" in the Art Of Dreaming. His foreign installation. The "voice" inside. He admitted to Carlos he could still hear it but paid no attention.
As I do...(I was able to cast out my fi many years ago and still have no evidence it is still within me but
I am always waiting and listening).
I have said before here that the voice of seeing is different than the voice of the fi.
After many years of stalking it I still am overwelmed at times by its doings.
Let me stress this part to dreamers:::
You meet your fi all the time in dreaming.
The bad man.Old man.Old woman.Father.Killer.Monster.
Giant.Child.Our minds give them a perception that they
adopt to. They are foreign energies.
When we are young they are "installed" into us.
When you keep meeting the same one over and over in dreams then
you are being confronted!
Fight them and throw them down then never touch them again.
If you can...
Lone Wolf

[MoonLyfe]

Holy **** Lone
"When you keep meeting the same one over and over in dreams then
you are being confronted!"
That was how I first got into all this, from the first dream nightmare I ever really remember that was vivid enuff to scare the **** out of me that it drew me to find out more. Every dream I had when I first started was being chased by this same burnt up guy... and one dream he actually smiled and I'll never forget it. I never faced him tho.. in my dream anyway...I faced him in my meditation,I guess he chose a bad time to show his face in my mind..or maybe I was just remembering but still... I fought him in my mind, it was kinda wierd...he was saying I'm here to HELP YOU, I'll help you if you help me type of stuff...LOL it was funny how he was pleading and begging, since it was him always the one putting fear in my heart thru my dreams...not sure if it was my imagination or what. Ever since then, the nightmares of him went away...it seemed a little to easy defeating him...I cant help but think maybe it was a trick...then I realized his only power was his cunning ability to hide himself..just had to recognize it and face it...yea those nightmares when away only to have nighmares of me constanly dying- and I read somewhere that death in dreams means something of the old is shedding for something new- But I dont die anymore in dreams, that thing you said about flying..hmm that sounds pretty cool, I only flew a couple times but not out of my will, I see something in the sky that draws me so I fly there...I dont really know what my dreams really are about now a days...hehe its cool sometimes... I've met many celebraties in dreams...everytime there in there its funny as hell..well I dont think theyre trying to be tho..I met Sean Claude Van Dam, Ice Cube, Mike Epps, Sylvester Stallone, Tupac Shakur... all of them were doing something xcept the dream of Tupac...we were in the desert, at a shack for a house Tupac was just outside, just staring at nothing , while im in the house annd its messy but the closet is what I noticed the most, the closet was filled with shirts hanging in many of the brightest colors I've seen, it was wierd that i say it looked beautiful heh. Could they have been scouts? They're never mean to me, I had a feeling of friendship from them, & they talk a lot. But its hard for me to remember and since I'm not lucid I cant ask them if they are.
How do you know if your flyer is really gone? People dont affect me like they use to, I mean if someones mad, it doesnt rub on me type of stuff, my momma is ALWAYS mad at me for some reason that it baffles me, is this some kind of flyer manipulation cuz thats probly the only person that effects me when she gets mad but, I keep myself in control. I'm always either Happy, calm, or sad. And they all have degrees.
When I'm thinking I sometimes wonder if thats my flyer talking in there, and I actually ask...are a flyer? and I get complete silence...I found out asking certain questions sometimes help my mind be quiet when I'm calm...like I ask, whats is missing?...I get silence...lol and thats the answer.
"I have said before here that the voice of seeing is different than the voice of the fi." Can you explain that some to me? I'm curious, it sounds like distinguishing the 2 will truly help me seperate myself from the flyer thoughts. And see if I truly conquered my flyer.
And once your flyer is gone. And you have to rebuild your mind part... I get lost there...I cant think of anything my head is just blank silent. I mean what type of things do you rebuild? What would you first start with? I'll probably say something like I'm Spirit in Form...so act it be it type of stuff. But what would you suggest? I'll have to get in a mood like I'm in a classroom and really intented to learn. Cuz since all my worldy learning and views and such are from mostly school, I will change them in same fashion.
"The Edge" is what i'm replying to.. heh thats a fitting name for what I'm thinking and now that I have a sign.. heh I think I would ask. See I have a problem with anger, I read that I need to avoid poisoning myself by supressing anger-and it really is true, I dont get&act mad easily- and needs to express feelings and foster purifying and healing actions.
I had some dreams where I got mad and did stuff that was stupid but most of all just seeing myself acting really angry was something truly wierd and alien to me. Its like showing me that one day anger will be my downfall I might get mad and I'll just EXPLODE and do something I'll regret. I get, feel angry but I never really express it...I change it unconsciously to sadness and pain...is that poisoning myself? But I change it again to something more hopefull more inspirational, something healing I suppose...thats something I just started doing, dont do it much since I dont get mad much, but its alot better.
THNX BYE

[MoonLyfe]

hmmm... this worries me now...about those celebs in my dreams...you said flyer can disguise themselves
"in your dreams masked as a movie star...or your parents"
Is that always true...holy ****, I might be reading to much into this but when Sylvestor Stallone was in my dream, I was in a house and he came in knocking and he asked me "you have any food? Wheres the food"....!?!?! And... when I had Mike Epps and Ice Cube.. we were just walking around the neighborhood talking and laughing... then I went to my house to use the bathroom and at the same time I see Ice Cube and Epps trying to break into my house!!? Its like theyre trying to play it safe...trying to be invited by asking and being friendly instead of some kind of nightmare where they'll only be recognized... can you say those 2 situations are flyers attemtping to get back in? This really worries me now that I think of it in this fashion...thnx for the insight
BYE

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Lol...I did not like learning of this either.
What if I told you what one does after ridding themselves
of the parasite?
They proceed to recreate the flyer voice and reasoning so that the quiet in their mind will not drive them crazy.
The mind is tainted by the parasite in this fashion.
To stop the parasite we must do it when we are very young
and able to undo any of its perceptions.
The voice that tells you things is the parasite.
It is very smart but only empowered by you and your own strength.
Lone Wolf

[MoonLyfe]

hehe...Lof(laugh of frustration)...
this only gets more and more confusing...its like chasing damn shadows.
The quiet in my mind...I'm not sure if that actually drives me crazy...
its more like finding out how a person is suppose to act, think, communicate, play, feel, experience, with a quiet mind, in a world that isnt, that can drive one crazy LOL!
Somewhere I read that you have to keep observing what your mind says to always watch...that can keep your mind silent..and when thoughts come in your head...dont judge what it says, for you'll only fight yourself -and dont flyers like that?- for then its found its way thru the back door...just watch and observe...and eventually you'll find your answer in the silence.
That is very hard to do, at times, and i'mm getting better but hard...especially when you need something done...when you really need to find an answer, for automatically its like all these thoughts come in when I ask a question... thats why I say first "whats missing?"...(silence)
Ok what if you completely banish all your flyers and manage to keep them out...and your nothing but silence...what do you become to the world? what does the average world become to you...noise? Now that can drive a man crazy, no wonder why we're a lonely people....
so what are we doing? when u find out almost everything is poisoned by a flyer? Fight it, as in spreading the word, or just ignore it, and thats the answer if we fight it in that fashion? Why doesnt everyone know about this?
To the average man we are dead... and to us they are ghosts..that doesnt seem right... theres no harmony in that... no balanced difference for equality...for ultimately to each other we're nothing...the gap between us is alive with indifference...what will happen to the world in this gap?
I have a question about how to act without flyer influence...acting not for yourself but for others for the whole is that flyer influenced? They say sharing is love... its always better to give than to recieve.. can acting like this help diminish flyers...cuz dont flyers blind us with hate.. greed..envy all those things we so much despise, so what happens to them if you act in the total opposite?
The world needs solutions, not problems for this problem has been going on thru the ages...and I'm not worried about myself but ulitmately for the earth, cuz right now this is the now..this is where im at..I didnt keep coming back only to disappear after I learn great truths that can help us...I dont know why I say this but earth is running out of time, b4 something will happen and what I dont know...and I dont even know how long that really is...sigh...
Flyers have robbed the world blind with poison & from it man gains as to be content, even thru pain and suffering.
My heart and soul cries.. thats where my anger comes from not from someone else, thats where my compassion comes from, thats where my *** the world comes from thats where my ambition comes from... sigh...I read good men usually begins the path to wrong thru righteous anger...that is how I keep myself in check, and I'll die cuz of it. So I'll compramize myself for the world thru it, if I have to...I'll compramize my own freedom for every1 elses, for its nothing to me if only the few have it...how can this world truly evolve without the each other...without harmony...the world is like a body and we are the cells...what happens when a persons cells have conflict & disharmony....? They say knowledge is power right? what is power without its knowledge? Blind?...destruction...basic..good,bad...but I suppose its how the the individual is, but since flyers infest almost everyones energy people have little power, but theres enuff people in the world together to combine it to do harm to the world which has been happening ever so slowly...imagine the healing we can do to the world and each others spirit if we are in harmony without flyers...imagine that kind of purifying healing power with full potential to do good...but I guess thats all just a dream...a dream I have faith in... I'm glad that this Castnedna has somewhat breached the gap... opened our eyes...
Does my writing seem to be flyer influenced?
I did some healing to the earth last night in my meditation...I just kept pushing down and down and down, not thinking of myself, just kept thinking of healing and healing and strengthening the center of the earth ...that after a bit it was like I wasnt moving down but moving up and up , like I was getting taller...the experience I cant explain...at the end, I saw blue lights silver liquid dots in the air, and kept seeing flashes like a light outside was blinking... I smiled and to each other we said thank you & ur welcome, I felt energized yet slept easily...that thank u, in itself is a feeling to remember...
RE:"the edge" nice fitting name for all this also...heh
Bye...from the ambitious idealistic...the romantic hopeless.
THNX

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Alot of questions...can we start with one topic?

[MoonLyfe]

Sorry =\
Is it possible for flyers to go away if you act in a way flyers might not like? You can make them go away by keeping ur thoughts in check. But how about your actions?

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Well easy one. You can make it no fun for the flyer but it usually will not leave unless commanded to do so with clear warrior's intent. Very often it will come back and be dealt with again and again.Making their food source very small by living the warriors way will lessen their inpact on what you are trying to do. Flyers are mobile inorganics unlike the allys. Lone Wolf

[MoonLyfe]

K...=)
The warriors way as in impeccable in what you do, like when you do something just keep yourself focused on that goal, to lessen thoughts that arent part of that goal, like using those 7 rules thing? Thats like doing an act in silence right?
How can you really tell in your dream if its a flyer or not? Other night I had a dream where this guy was looking at me real hard like he wanted to fight or something and instead someone else fought him, then I got into it. U said sometimes a flyer confronts you in a dream and u have to face him...it seemed like I was lured, like he wanted me to fight him. Is it possible that since I didnt think it was a flyer or anything much about it, he latched on to that situation to feed off of my emotions and thoughts of that fight?
Its hard for me in dreams cuz I have no control, tho sometimes there more real depending on how the situation affects my emotions & how strong they it is, like if its a nightmare the dream is more real than just ordinary dreams.