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So, my practice, as some of you may know, is of the rather visionary sort, and one rather dominant theme has been recurring again and again of late - not just for me, and not just for our group, either, but globally amongst those that, er, invite this nonsense in. It's a bit of a biggie, so big it's actually rather easy to just watch and feel and not really engage with it in quite the same hand wringing and sweaty way that the ensinos, or teachings, as regards one's own conduct and morality tends to induce. Adjusting one's own relationship to oneself and one's conduct, being less rigid, being organic and flowing, not egoic and stiff, asking for and receiving pardon for wrongdoing, being in love with Truth, big 'T', being True, big 'T' - all this stuff is, rather paradoxically, the meat and potatoes of the work, but simultaneously child's play. S'relatively easy once you get the hang of it and apply what comes up to your life. Mindfulness gets you a long, long way. I mean, it can be, and regularly is, as painful and humbling as anything you'll ever experience short of being electrocuted naked in front of your friends and family and work colleagues and everyone else in Trafalgar Square on New Year's Eve and broadcast live to every major city and remote outpost the world over while a robed hooded figure reads a list of your most private mistakes and regrets throughout your life into a microphone. But you know, we all gets our kicks somehow, right?

But that ain't what this thread's about.

It's the End Times, Baby! The Last Stand! So huge and all engulfing that you just have to watch and feel and then...quickly scrabble back to your own mess...it's just too mind-wrenching to stay with. Back to the Trafalgar Square electrocution, and hurry!

So, let me expand - I'm going to use definitive descritptions here, but please be aware that I am not saying 'This is so'. I'm...relating a tale. Chinese whisper style. Astral to me to you, so to speak. So bear that in mind. This is a kibble of Astral gossip, a page from some kind of ethereal 'Bella!' magazine or something. Or maybe it was the Times, I forget. Anyway, third hand, so feel free to call me a weirdo or a freak if it helps. And bear in mind, there may have been some Editorial Bias creeping in there. Heheh.

For noobs, apologies, but I ain't going into the how. Just the what.

The countdown to Armageddon is well and truly ticking, and we're probably within a decade or so of such radical change that it's pointless speculating what, how, why or where. Just face and accept that the whole structure currently in place, everything you've known and loved and bitched about and complained of and taken for granted your whole life long, is not going to see you through to the end of that life. All that shit worrying you right now, that's utter bullshit. You are going to be struggling for food and water that you can actually drink not 10 years hence, and probably fighting your corner. It's a major fucking catastrophe. Cataclysm doesn't quite cover it. It's worse than as bad as it gets.

Maybe.

I really hope not. But I gots this Really Bad Feeling.

Obviously, this stuff is quite a lot to take on board, and I have always been highly sceptical of apocalyptic prediction and doomsaying. However, I'm now the butt end of an awful lot of this Astral McGuffin, and one of the more recurring and persistent channels, recently, is exactly that : Society as it stands is simply not going to make it. An awful lot of (more) people are going to die. And everything is going to be very, very different. Scarcity will very much be the watchword.

Soon.

There is, of course, opportunity - now, right now - to sort this out. But let's face it, it ain't going to happen, our very own 'Invisibles: A Call to Arms' thread notwithstanding. Maybe something, some Miracle still waits. I'd like that. That'd make me feel a whole lot more relaxed.

Don't get me wrong, hope springs eternal. It's just that eternity seems to be getting a bit knackered as far as homo sapiens goes. Please return your seats to the upright position, Eternity will be finishing shortly. Hope has thus been cancelled due to withdrawal of funds.

So, without really wanting to dissect the hows and wheretofores of this vibration I am carrying (and spreading right here.....hmmm (note: I just meditated long and hard about whether to scrap this whole thing and not bother...more Light, brothers and sisters, do not give life to a Non-Entity...but it seems to still be here, so...draw your own conclusions), and trying my best to transform and make useful, I'm interested in whether other practitioners with Astral contact are picking up on this stuff, and if so, how the fuck are you coping?

Don't get me wrong : the Astral is full of liars and tricksters. I know that. Been there, worked that. But they have a flavour I tend to recognise, these days. A certain giveaway smell, so to speak. Working on the power to discriminate, to tell True from False, is, of course, totally essential to any practice working with the Big Kahunas. And, you know, without blowing my own trumpet, I've paid some dues in that respect.

Which is not to say I know anything more than you or the next suit. I'm well aware that talking like this thread talks is not going to sit easy with some of the sceptical observers here on the board...Astral wha? S'e onabout? In fact, tlaking like this is generally restricted to my Particular Friends becuase...well, no one wants to be The Raving Loony Banging on About the Apocalypse if they can really help it, now do they? And nobody wants to know the Raving Loony Banging on about The Apocalypse either. It's kind of embarrassing. Selfawaria is not exactly alien to me. Regular hangout, I'd like to think, tbh., so I know how this floats.

But for those who can comment without all that, how do you cope with this crap? I mean, it makes purposive action rather...filtered. It is manifesting in me as a very powerful lesson in avoiding nihilism, whatever the, er, weather. I'm fundamentally preparing Spirit for some unbelievably difficult times ahead. There ain't much more to be done, it seems. Except change everything, right this instant. I mean, globally, that's the real hope. Enough people prepared to do that, we might scrape by.

Maybe.

I'm also deeply inspired to completely quit my life and find a small Green Corner to fight for, professionally, and just go at it hammer and tongs. Help. People, the land, the sea. Help. And learn a few more real and earthy skills...yurt building, smithying, healing, foraging, that kind of thing. Hunter/Gatherer/Healer, you know?

So, anyway, I'm serious. If you are a magician, and, like me right now (subject to change without prior notification), when you look around you can already see the charge of the Apocalypse, the dust is airborne, it's begun, then what now?

Enough with your sigil for a new job, enough with the mojo bag so he/she fancies you : half the people in that shithole workplace aren't going to make it, and the person you are lusting after could be all you have to eat in a decade, and you're gonna be wondering how to season them and what with.

What The Fuck Now?

My mate, who is Jewish, is moving to Israel, for, in his own words 'front row seats when it (Armageddon) really starts in earnest'. Which is quite amusing and possibly a great idea.

So, if you;re not too busy working hard to pay off your mortgage, and not sidetracked by those pesky relationship issues, come into this thread and share yours!!

Disclaimer : In a months time, I may feel a whole lot more optimistic and regret ever posting this thread. And I've been avoiding Barbelith generally recently because...well, there really isn't time...but sod it, here goes with the Post Topic.