OUR JOURNEY HOME

OUR JOURNEY HOME

Much information has surfaced regarding the human dilemma and our integral journey from the far reaches of the universe. There are many celestial and extra-terrestrial presences here, and have been for centuries coercing our evolution into abandoning fear and exposing the tyranny and tyrants who have embellished their control over the human race. Unfortunately we have a paradoxical obstruction which nine tenths of the populations are ignorant to the inter-dimensionality of this predicament. Ignorance is a bliss we can't afford anymore as a collective consciousness. We must endeavour to infiltrate the constricted mass mind and impregnate it with the truth. We must implement a clear indictment that we will take responsibility of each other that all go through to this next stage of human evolution. Without this mandate humanity will not be fully conscious. There will always be an underlying sub terrain of secrets and covert manipulation against the human population, primarily aimed at keeping each of us in a two dimensional matrix, cutting us off from our divine destiny as a collective mind.

The framework of this vexative dissatisfaction has created junk food for the demagogues.  Not being satisfied with the spoils of power, the Oligarchs or ruling class has created a desire to rid all others out of the bloodlines a poor and destitute life subservient to them until we perish. Creating slaves in laboratories without the intervention of the human celestial mandate. As the dimensional veils thin out to expose those who have preyed on our every move throughout history, many will be compelled to own up to their insidious and heinous crimes. Coming to terms with the process of past-life review when leaving this earth. A proponent of our pre-death biological technology of being human.  A hell for which many will relive till the end of time as they experience the pain and torture of each individual who has perished due to their deceit. Many unconventional historians need to move on into the theory that humanity is being demonized by an inter dimensional power whose mandate is to keep humanity in a constant and perpetuate state of disarray.


Science will never agree to such a preposterous accusation, purely because science is one of the mechanisms, which have been infiltrated to stagnate the journey of humanity. Politics, education, academia and other elements of quasi-historical illusions have all been penetrated with deceit and treachery. We as men are allowing this to distract us from our true uniqueness. We are paying the price for this servitude. This ethereal castration of man beyond the boundaries of our own cognitive existence. So we meander through our lives trying to imagine our own sanctity when every word of knowledge regarding our spiritual and divine origins has been confiscated from us like naughty schoolchildren who have misbehaved.  

The unprepared and unnatural leaves our intuitive nature disillusioned. We enter this naturic realm of sanctity in spirit through vortices laced with universal authenticity. We need no validation being here on this planet. We are not here to be scrutinized and pulverized with mediocrity in the form of theocratic pursuits. There is no underlying godhead other than the originator of soul. But there is something here waiting to enslave us. Having no perennial authorization from our spiritual source. It lurks on the peripheral of cosmic sanctification, with weapons created by its logistical free will to bear arms against the spirit molecule. It is a hostile agent rebelling against the sacredness of this living planet and all who inhabit her.


Searchers for lost knowledge will endeavour to reach a pinnacle of understanding in underpinning earths historic record with the true creation mythos. Misinformation in its abundance has been let loose on humanity to shield us from the true creation story of our existence. It does not matter how the information has been leaked into the mass collective mindset. What matters is that disinformation is still being used to keep humanity away from its true origins. Scholars in all genres of mythology will endeavour to give us glimpses into our beginnings, but few will extract the pure truth and be willing to release it in its entirety.  

In many tribal cultures throughout the world the storyteller hold important information regarding the time-lines of the tribe itself. Information has been passed to them from elder to elder to sanctify and sustain all levels of understanding and enable a safe and secure path into the future for all who dwell within the tribe. Most, if not all earth dwellers have a fundamental right to true and exact information of their creation story. Excepting for western civilization, most other civilizations have been comfortable in their understanding of their true origins. Western information tends to be in contention about the authenticity of its beginnings. Most religious perceptions regarding human design are derogatory to the divine feminine aspect, giving most of the credibility to some off planet male superior being who is intolerant to its creation. 

Regardless of how systemic the infiltration of a patriarchal creator has been implemented into the historical record, religious or otherwise, it is preposterous to even contemplate to negate the feminine aspect out of our creation story. No record of any organic male evolved creation other than external material inorganic matter has been recorded in the history of the planet. So why, in the advent of Abrahamic religions are we suppose to not use our ability to critically analyse in observing and deciphering these patriarchal dominated myths and seeing them for what they truly are?  A lie so massive that a huge percentage of the population of this planet has been indoctrinated to believe this preposterous collaboration with mediocrity!  Temporary obstructions injected into the mass consciousness to momentarily sidetrack humanity from its true path. I suppose we need to ask ourselves about the apathy in accepting these antiquated belief systems being fed to humanities compassionate heart. We must at all costs uncover our true creation story and integrate it into our daily lives. We must balance the patriarchal dominance with the true story of the Goddess Sophia and her fall from the Pleromic Realm to experience her sanctification and union with her creation. Humanity. We must interact with her and put ourselves back on our true path of enlightenment, disregarding all patriarchal stereotypical godheads and the victim-perpetrator paradigm in which they rule.

It is now we are seeding the soul to transcend itself. We are feeding it a human experience which when integrated will sanctify our mother who dwells in this universe to acknowledge her freedom through humanity. She has bought us with her, leaving the sanctity of the Pleromic Realm to share in the true wonderment of her universal creation. The Gods & Goddesses of the Divine Creation blessed us the moment we were conceived. Our mandate overwhelms all other universal entities of what we are about to do. No other time has a species had such a pivotal role in universal consciousness.  There are no demands on those who seek the truth other than the lie they believe. So where do we go to seek this truth out. When suspicion has seeped into our collective intellect. Is there a trust we have been kept from on this planet?  As we infect our hearts and minds our journey becomes heavier and heavier with the burden of survival. We give up our right to play in this wondrous garden and learn to tolerate the lie and live alongside it, watching the damage it causes to our planet and each other. But in the quiet of our loneliness we become the heroes we know we truly are.

I hear the ground grow tired of apathy. I see a clear pain emanating from Our Goddess's heart. I do, in my own special way to correct this imbalance we as men have created. I enter the feminine realm with distortion and reverence. I too have legacies that I toil with daily. I have a mind which is vulnerable to this patriarchal wake of death. The more understanding reaches for me to cure this catastrophe, the more I cry. I cry for you and me, in an empathically sombre frame of mind. That we have come to this point in time where we have sighted the beast and now we must visit the caves to daydream about our own private ‘Utopia’. We've helped create the beast, now we have to take responsibility for its return to its inter-dimensional prison. We must not look up anymore. We must look to Sophia/Gaian wisdom as though it has never left the planet. In our remarkable toleration, due to our collective compassion and empathy, we were separated from a divine desire we possess. Yet all are under fire from worlds beyond ours. We must, in order to live harmoniously, acknowledge that the patriarchal matrix has no place in human evolution due to ineffectual nurturing capabilities. 

The contemplation of any conflict within the human mind needs to be implanted into the human collective as its true potential indicates perfect balance. The physical body is guided by the spirit, an etheric presence existing within each of us, a map, a guide, a song which sings it praises to the Divine methodology as it balances this cruel and unjustifiable attack primarily directed at the Divine power of the Earth herself in co-creating this paradise with humanity. All who wish to harm her are not human. As we hurriedly search for the cure to this almost clandestine level of destruction, we need to understand there is an abundance of nurturing there if we are willing to connect to its source.

Now, as the Akashic Library opens, the lost knowledge will be transparent to all of us. We can feed from its nurturing tales of our sacred union as we interact and learn her enlightening doctrine. We can once again join the dance of life as it were intended. Tending the resignation of surrender to her non-judgemental and inspirational creations. Laying to rest this techno-manifestation, which plagues humanity and leads us away from our Divine Contentment. 

We must again resume our co-creation and proceed unabated in delivering this planet to the true source. 


STAY SACRED .......if you DARE! 

an excerpt form 'All the Men Come out to Play' 
© Copyright David O'Brien 2012

YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF US

YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF US 

When all is done and dusted with what this 'Ascension' entails, would you have used your time wisely? This is the question we are all asking ourselves. Am I doing what needs to be done? Am I firmly planted in the reality of this monumental transition, or am I merely a product of the phantasy that humanity has lost itself in? I say 'Phantasy' because the Virtual Reality world your gods dwell in is actually called 'PHANTASIA'. Yes, this is its name, where the Abrahamic Father gods were spawned. As Moses perilously trekked to the top of Sinai to meet his maker, he was deceived. From out of the clouds came an optical illusion, a virtual reality experience. A synthesis of his own interpretation of who 'GOD ' was. What I'm really saying is that he believed his own bullshit, then manifested it. His misogynistic indoctrination had paid off well, and as the leader of his misogynistic tribe he led them to their misogynistic paradise. Here we still are today. Laden with misogynists in the guise of CEO's, politicians, leaders, clergy... Well you know who you are!

In fact the whole corporatocracy structure is a festering playground of misogynistic phalluses, trying to impregnate the Divine Mother with its toxic sperm. What's more disgusting is that these men of corporate valour are sealing their death warrants with the meek who will inherit their playground, and the ratio of a million to one ensures their bones will be scraped of their flesh of the like of which happened in Alexandria to Hypatia in 415 CE. The last of the pagan Noblewomen who was a great seer in the Great Library of Alexandria. The day of her death was the day the 'Dark Ages' began. Her flesh was scraped off her bones by a frenzied christian mob of workers who were encouraged by a Christian Zealot named Peter the Reader. A part of a secret society of misogynists, 'women haters' if you please.

The level of 'PREDATION' which infests this planet today is due cause for some natural catastrophic event to pull them into line. Or eradicate their sorry asses forever. Either, either, it wouldn't be too soon. In fact my father is one of these predators. After being sodomised in India as a young man by groups of priests at a Catholic College just outside New Delhi.... Kings College, Meerut to be precise, his destiny had been ungraciously rammed in his ass. So what was to become of this tortured young man? Well I will gladly tell you.

On his arrival to Australia in 1953 he met my mother. She was an unassuming young 23 year old Australian girl who had no idea what was about to transpire. They had 4 children, consecutive years, she was a good catholic breeder. No sooner did the fourth child pop out, well three months after, than they abandoned their children. Leaving their modest dwelling and going in the opposite direction as each other. The mother NEVER returned. The father returned later as the children grew up in these barbaric institutions. They were in Catholic Orphanages and he was their only legal guardian. Continual adoption efforts led to no avail and his signature was needed for that to happen. He wanted to prey on his siblings, and this he did for many years. He wasn't about to give up the right to destroy our lives, as well as the countless other children he physically and sexually abused. I would go so far as to say hundreds of children fell prey to his sexual deviancy spawned in that Catholic College in India.

To cut a long story short, well as short as I possibly can to make my point, I have just spent the last five years in my home town trying to get him imprisoned, for life. He is still offending, I feel it, I sense it, I know it. After a 5 year Royal Commission, Police agencies and hundreds of hours of myself and my siblings time, retelling our sad stories to countless government officials in order for this to happen, myself and my youngest sister were led into the Attorney Generals Office for our last interview. Oh, I must mention that my father didn't stop sodomising my older brother from the age of 5 till he was 36.. he is now 56. So there we were in this government office. The Attorney General by the way was a born again Christian and continually berated all involved with the commission in the media from its inception until its conclusion. Labelling us as liars, weak and not worthy of the public monies that funded the commission. He is a misogynist, and so are all his cronies. If I saw them hanging in the streets by their feeble necks I don't feel I would bother conjuring up some benign emotion to notice them. I would just walk by, unaffected.

So, back to the office. The players were the Attorney Generals Chief Legal Council (25 year old girl fresh out of law school). The Police Paedophile Task Force chief woman officer. A 22 year old (fresh out of nappies) counsellor who was there in case we needed a shoulder to cry on. She turned out to be as useless as the institution which taught her. A stenographer (you know how the government likes to waste paper..poor trees) and myself, 54 and my younger sister 52. We had waited 40 years for this moment, for some sort of closure to the pain we all had suffered at the hand of this maniac. The conversation started. We were told that conclusive to all our testimonies they would not be pursuing the charges with my father. My sister stood up abruptly and called them all 'fucking cunts' before she stormed out, which left me alone with these morons. The counsellor child started to get up and I told her not to bother, that she would probably never return if she even approached my sister. She took my offer and sat down.

I told them that they were a part of a system which gives the hierarchy the right to abuse who the fuck they want. I told them that they wouldn't hear the last of me, in fact that I would take this experience to the world and never stop talking about it. I told them I would gather like-minded people and together we would destroy this vile system once and for all. That I can guaranteed them.

So now, my dear friends and I are at the precipice, about to fly into the belly of the beast, then rip its tortured heart out. Oculus Radio will be one of the guided swords created by the Divine Mother which will create the initial incisions for the beast to die, finally after 2000 years of death sprees. We will position ourselves outside the beasts enclosure and extract as many souls as we can to be with us in our journey onto the Universal Stage. We hope you can come too.

STAY SACRED....if you DARE!

© David O'Brien 2012

ON FALLEN PROPHETS

Earth Mother by Nicholas Roerich

ON FALLEN PROPHETS

Each day as I gaze momentarily into the 'Fear Culture', visions of a momentum in 'Spiritual Genocide' greet me with a lucidity I have not seen before. The 'Light Workers' are fighting their fight, as if they are sentient beings sent by the 'Light' to rid humanity of 'Evil'. 'Evil' only exists in the minds of men and nowhere else in the universe. The 'Light' is being threatened, tortured and even murdered for the right to its beliefs. Whether true intent nurture those energising this fractured matrix, they are still craving somewhat of a dignified death.  

A dignified death! 'Light Workers' are allowing, by invocation, more etheric beings to help them with their beast. Spinning spells with their sword, plunging into a syntax which dignifies death. No one has not had a good life. No-one has been bound to this psychopathic mind. Are we not pure desire, but from loyalty to another mind. A mind of subtle graciousness which cannot be replicated. Nor can it be imitated. We know this. This is Gnosis.  

The tincture of this anomaly which seeks dignity, comes from an ancient desire to be bound. Indoctrinated into schizophrenic bliss. A blissful chaotic contentment, in which immoral vacuums of desolation coat each of us, as the metal rain settles onto our gracious mother, then proceeds to poison her. This is prog - Gnosis.

We know too much. We are the first ones who know 'too much' in two thousand years. We died a thousand times to bring this knowing to all, access to the Akashic Library. Within those walls we became saint, sinner, and to dinner came the enemy. With luscious gifts and saviore faire to taint your perplexity. And we bought it! We owned it as if it were our blood and bone. Then we gladly gave our thrones away for plastic chairs.  

The silt of the earth has been littered with 'Fallen Prophets'. Those of us who break themselves open, then broken further by the broken blade. The 'Marked Ones' who are denied of their fulfilment. This is misogyny at play, with its devious and deceptive intent. This game we were ordered to play is OVER. You have said it so.

As we drift beyond the Red Sea, in ships bound together with divine intent on our journey homeward. We take the last glance back to bid a mediocre storm fair well. For even in its unmagnificence, it created you to be brighter, than you have ever been before. This inconsequential rift trying to replicate human divinity has allowed us to see, within its murky waters, a reflection of a sorrow we need to heal. That we are here to heal. So the Soul is on the 'Chopping Block', the guillotine which separated each of us from each others love.

Remember.... 'THE BLADE FALLS FROM THE SKY'.... make no mistake of that.

STAY SACRED

© David O'Brien 2011

Posted by NEW PROPHETS INITIATIVE

THE CRUCIBLE

THE CRUCIBLE

To define my sense of reality is to live it

I am a part of this majestic renaissance

Heralding the change of earths new guard

No weaponry this time, no attachment to death

We come, we go. Only our int    
ent stays behind

To catch the new version attached to your soul

Reminding of where you left this yourself.

Let's unwind this obsolete knowledge, materialism

Plant it to grow new knowledge, new flowers

Take the wisdom from our old benefactors

To help us do no wrong to this beautiful earth

As she weeps tears into his stagnant mythos

Unbind yourself from your doom to join her

As we take flight into the shambalic wind.

We are the ones we have been waiting for

Yes us, the eagles who fly above this earth

Protecting her from the foibles of mediocrity

Watching and waiting till our majestic descent

Uncovering the dark coating of inaccurate intent

Covering the hearts of Sophias blessed children

Who have been stripped of their sublime sanctity.

They have abandoned their roots of freedom

Tending to merciless idols who commit crimes

On the compassion and love of all who breathe

So as they rise from pain they are struck again

With the guilt and shame of their own alienation

They never see the retribution in their sinning

It lurks not in the heart but in the minds of men.

Our children are being emptied of their life-force

Left to stagnate in their desolate dying dreams

Call me into service; let my words heal their tears

Awaken the minds of men before it is too late,

Uncover the shrouds of secrecy they cling to,

But above all spare them before they all perish.

For they are guided by the hands of trickery.

Oh Goddess of Exuberant wisdom, light my way

Fill me with the essence of your natural auricity

Allow me to shine through the deception of time

Bind the overseers of perversity to their matrix

Allow not their unearthly intent to feed our children

But to banish all covert coercion into oblivion

Allow our freedom to coat the walls of history.

© David O'Brien 2012