ESP and Baba Vanga

Extra Sensory Perception, a mouthful if ever there was one for something as simple as seeing, can also be described as ‘sight with fringe benefits’.

In my book Mischievous Mystic, (not in print – deemed too controversial), I expand on and delve deeper into the mechanism of ESP, and why ninety-nine percent of practitioners get it so wrong. In this article I demonstrate why ESP is not the all-seeing, all-knowing brigade-font of audiovisual information.

It will come as a shock to readers that ESP is very limited, with access closely controlled by its senior authorities. Of course, access increases as one moves up the ESP ladder. Shocking isn’t it, that ESP and advanced awareness are not too dissimilar to career progression?

And those ‘born’ with the proverbial ESP silver spoon in their mouth naturally get fast-tracked into the cushier responsibilities. Then, there are the likes of yours truly who is limited to being no more than a field worker in the industry. Oh, well, I suppose someone has to be the Indian. We cannot all be Chiefs, can we?

So what is the mystery about ESP?

Well, it is shrouded in lies, as promoted by the very ESP practitioners who want to create allure and mystery, beguiling ordinarywallahs into fear, respect, and adulation, and amassing financial benefit for themselves. And the ESP groupies happily spread ambiguous statements and attain infamy for their chosen ‘leader’, when their original plan was simply to secure fame for that ‘leader’.

What you need to know is that everything in creation is ESP capable. From the tiniest grain of sand, to the mega big-shot in the financial markets who manages to pick the right stock at the right time for maximum profit. Shedloads of money, and it is all down to basic ESP attunement? Well, I never!

If that is the case, why do ninety-nine percent get it so horribly wrong?

Because ESP is not there to assist or to provide a shortcut solution to life’s problems. Those problems are your reality, which you have to get through. And on top of that, ESP is not some God boon either. As for the whole, ‘Dear God…’ thing, let me set that record straight…well reasonably straight.

God, my dears, is not some fat slob with a beer belly who has over-indulged himself on Mrs God’s cooking. Nor is God some fat guy with gastrointestinal problems, rosy cheeks, and a ready smile, who overlooks each of your indiscretions. No. God, I am told by my seniors, is a tad more strict; and in any case, God is not involved in the minute running of your life. You may consider yourself to be more important than a grain of sand, but to ‘Dear God’ you and the grain of sand are exactly the same. Nevertheless, each minute, each breath, and any given moment of your life, is minutely controlled, but not by God, rather by the job-lot apprentice field workers. People like yours truly make their life as difficult as we possibly can. Well, why not? No one gave us a break. We had to do it the hard way.

It is the newbies, the job-lot apprentice field workers, who guide, change, challenge, and turn your life upside down, at their whim. And why do they do this? Because they can. Well, actually, they can’t, but they have to follow strict guidelines to create challenges of one type or another to test the ordinarywallahs, thus sorting the talentlesswallahs from the possiblewallahs…and you have probably understood that the talentless are the ninety-nine percent.

It is the job-lot apprentice field workers who give the smart-alecks wealth and power. But these are not so much gifts than the sternest of tests. Get caught up in your illusion of your own wealth and power, and you have signed up to life cycles of misery as a third-rate three-dimensional artifact always chasing your tail, rebirthing in the wealth and power circle.

Then, of course, poverty is an equal punishment. However, in poverty one is far more malleable to the idea that something greater exists, which one needs to search out and befriend.

Nevertheless, in each and every situation if you do not, in total honesty, practice humbleness and be genuine in your gratitude to the system called God, then rest assured that you will rebirth in lifestyles opposite in their admiration and adulation of God.

It is subservience to the God concept that allows future birth in its various guises (plant, animal, human-animal), which then eventually avails one (through linked association) of access to the symmetry from which you may get that one opportunity to secure promotion as a fledgling student, which may in turn allow you to become a job-lot apprentice field worker.

And who are these applicants, and what is their basic attribute?

Humbleness and piety, as demonstrated by Baba Vanga – a ‘gifted’ lady who lived from 31st January 1911 to 11th august 1996. Born in Bulgaria under the Ottoman Empire, she lived a life of simple piety. Many outlandish statements are attributed to her. For example, she is said to have claimed the beginning of a third world war lasting from 2010 to 2014; a nuclear bomb detonation in Europe; Muslims controlling Rome as a Caliphate; a saviour from the Far East, named after an orb in the celestial sky, who would build amongst other things a global road-rail link, while uniting religions under his guidance; the ascent of cybor humans; off-the-shelf organs leading to long age; contact with ‘humans’ from space. In fact, she announced that aliens were living among humans at her time. They came from the third planet from earth. Furthermore, animals would behave like plants and plants like animals. And the end of earth would be around the 3700s.

Ok, now let’s focus on one of Baba Vanga’s statements, and the context around it.

The person named after a celestial orb was an intriguing individual who lived during her time. He was born in Korea, had chosen to follow Jesus Christ, and the teaching in the Bible. He became a wealthy industrialist, moved to the United States, amassed even greater wealth, rubbed shoulders with American Presidents, and had ideas about a global road rail network. He pushed Christianity to the hilt, in the process establishing a new church.

Now, let us put Baba Vanga herself into context.

She lived at a time when her land was under occupation by the Ottoman Empire. Mohammedans (as they were called in those days) were brutal. A saviour in the form of a Christian, an indigenous person of Korea, Mr. Moon – wealthy beyond reason and promoting Christianity – fulfilled the ‘superman’ criteria. She claimed, it is said, that there would be a time in the future when Moslems (correct spelling of that time) would run Europeans out of Europe and set up a Mohammedan state there.

In moments of desperation people cling to Hope and his wife Wishful. In the same manner, Sikhs of today increasingly cling to Hope and Wishful, thinking that their kingdom will somehow be returned to them. Baba Vanga hoped too, however her utterances while coloured with some real facts were misread.

It is on the cards that Europe will become an Islamic continent. In many of my essays I have been at pains to point this out to the race-Europeans. However, fine-tuning circumstances may prevent this from happening.

For, governance or occupation has two faces. One is autocratic rule and the other is peaceful accommodation. Autocratic rule decays in time, leading to the eventual subjugation of the rulers, including mass death of the ruler-race. Peaceful rule/governance usually means that although the land is under occupation the indigenous have freedom to live their own life, custom and culture. In this instance, the overthrow of the ruler-race is organic, peaceful and purposeful.

For Europe to live a peaceful life, it would, beginning now, have to start negotiations for a successful handover of the continents under its illegal occupation to the residents of those countries who predated their arrival. In addition, Europe along with India, China, one Arab country, and Russia, will have to aid the re-formation of African countries. This gesture of maturity will remove the spectre of Islamic war and of a nuclear type weapon detonation on Britain, mainland Europe, north America and Australia.

Let me add some historical perspective. Scandinavian races, after their exploits, returned occupied land. India, which ruled and dominated Europe as well as most other parts of the globe, returned occupied lands. Sanskrit and modern Indian words are still in vogue in many European languages. India left the area, and the Caucasians occupied the land now called Europe. Yet, both the Scandinavian people and the population of India are admired and respected globally. Race-European can exercise a similar option. If not, then the writing is on the wall for a devastation beyond that which can be done using nuclear weapons. For, it is not a nuclear weapon that will scar the European mainland, but a weapon far more elaborate and lethal.

With respect to Baba Vanga’s indication of aliens living amongst us, there she is accurate. These Beings do not need a craft like ours to travel the galaxy or cosmic space. Their ‘vehicles’ do not have ‘lights’ and nor do they hover over cities or rural areas. They are invisible, until they choose to become visible. And when they do become visible they imitate the setting. Furthermore, they do indeed change their physical appearance to look like the main occupiers of a given area. And, no, they do not all take on the appearance of humans. To them, we humans are like the remote isolated communities who live in far-flung jungles and we who patronizingly find interesting. Similarly, to the aliens we are backwards, retarded and dumb, and they too patronize us with their interest. They value piety and humbleness; their heart functions close to an optimal best, whereas we are greedy and arrogant, and our heart functions far below ten percent of its capacity. And, no, I am not talking about the physical heart either, but our real heart.

Baba Vanga was cheeky enough to suggest the aliens living amongst us are from the third planet from earth. How very clever of her, to leave it so ambiguous.

If she had carried on improving the medium of ‘inner sight’ whilst operating out of the public limelight, eventually Baba Vanga would have been in a position to apply as a job-lot field apprentice in our world. More of whom follows later.

At this point, I should clarify that virtually every head of organised or fly-by-night god-associated clubs never attain the basic qualities that allow them to master humbleness or piety. They are an excellent example of arrogance and ego masquerading as ‘deity’ on earth.

Now that the basic foundation has been detailed, I will endeavor to make sense of how ESP actually works:

How many of you have worked as, or have at least seen on the silver screen, air traffic controllers (ATC) at work? I assume all of you are familiar with the job they do, to some degree. Now, if an ATC was directing a passenger jet, only to realise that the communication was one-way, whereby they could hear the pilot but not the other way around, you’d assume that panic would set in in the mind of the ATC.

The ATC realises, in this scenario, that the plane will hit a mountain whose visibility is currently obscured by low-hanging clouds in three hundred miles. He also realises from what the pilot tells him that the instrument panels in the plane aren’t functioning accurately. The pilot has no idea what awaits him and his passengers. The plane is heading for a disaster. What can the ATC do?

Like any good silver screen hero, the ATC gets into his 4×4 and drives at breakneck speed, covering one hundred miles in twenty minutes to reach the danger zone. Then he climbs an adjacent mountain to that which the plane is heading for, and holds a placard aloft directing the pilot to change course. Our ATC hero has done all of this in the hope that the mountain he is atop will, like the danger-mountain, at the right moment be cleared of clouds so that the pilot can read the warning sign.

On the silver screen such heroism may well work, but in real life what are the chances of it doing so?

How do you cover one hundred miles on your average motorway, and then climb a fifteen-thousand foot mountain, in twenty minutes? And what assurance have you that the warning sign you’re using to communicate the plane’s imminent danger is going to be seen, let alone read?

It’s all a tad unrealistic, you will agree.

But such is precisely the woe of all ESP practitioners.

ESP practitioners know things, but they are not given access to amend the design of a given template. This is why in my case although I know far more than I share, my hands are tied. I must remain a silent observer to a large degree, responsible only for indicating impending disasters, such as that of yet another human wipe-out, because the template allows me to do so. The template is not a consciousness per se. It is a template. The seniors who mastermind the entire shooting gallery are the ones privy to the outcome they seek.

Our existence on this third-rate iron-ore rust bucket that we so proudly call Mother Earth – without whom we could not exist as corporeal beings, but whom we rape and violate for personal wealth anyway – is a punishment and correction block from which release is possible only if one practices humbleness and piety, in each and every situation.

Guys, the reality is that you are here to be used by others. The users get to extend their stay in this penitentiary while you, the used and abused, get an earlier parole.

And how do I know all of this? Because I have the advantage of ESP.

Fat lot of good it does me, as no one is going to pay a blind bit of notice to what I have to say.

However, I have done my bit, and each time I share the warning and the impending disaster, my parole date is brought a tad nearer…thanks to the mineral-excavating greed-men.

Human wipe-out will occur because humans are excavating valuable minerals the planet needs to deflect the sun’s harmful rays. She needs those minerals even more badly then humans do.

But do the greedy humans care?

Not a jot.

Hence, the impending wipe-out.

And what can ESP do about this?

Nowt.

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Football, Prayers & Ecology

Let me begin with a thought. You have two of the following: eyes, nostrils, ears, lungs, kidneys, ovaries, testes, breasts, hands, arms, feet, legs as well as numerous glands and miles of blood vessels.

Football:

I, along with all other children, played a game that involved kicking anything that would roll and chasing it to kick it again, and again. The emphasis was on kicking the object. The aim was to be the first, each and every time, to kick the object. This required running faster than anybody else. We pushed others out of the way, but really it was more a polite occupation of space in order to obstruct the other person’s path to the object. Occasionally we got an actual ball to kick. Wow, a ball. Yep, they existed in those far off days in the midday sun of the Kenyan dirt track and side alleys.

Many families lived around a courtyard. Family courtyards were invariably concreted, and several families occupied the dwellings surrounding it and used that space to cook the day’s food before the sun became unbearable. When the sun raged, the internal kitchen was used. Each wife/mother cooked in her own kitchen; however, each cook offered and accepted food cooked by another. Reciprocity was the mainstay of such units. So kids did not really kick about in the courtyards as freely as they did in the side alleys.

These kickabouts were replicated when as a child the family moved to Punjab. There my school had goalposts in playing fields. “What was football?”, I asked after being told what the posts were for, and being told they were football goalposts. I never did see football being played in India. The best that a ‘football’ was used for was to see how high one could kick a ball into the air.

You guys have to realise that the heat of equatorial Kenya and tropical India is an energy-sapping environment. People are easy-going because the heat does not encourage active movement for sustained periods of time. No one in his or her right mind wants to increase their body temperature, so chasing a ball was not the ideal game to play.

No, the game we played was to go walking around the shopping centres to look at girls of our age or slightly older. If girls looked at us without frowning, we spun dreams of love, marriage, children, and grandchildren, until the next time a girl looked at us without a frown. I sometimes wonder where the Muslims got their idea of multi-marriage!

When still a child, the family moved to London. I didn’t know what England was, but I knew what London was. London was the country, with which England was somehow associated. How, was not quite clear. Televisions by and large were a non-entity in those days. Kids played in the streets or in the park. My glee at being confronted with a ball to chase in the park must have been plastered all over my face, and I was invited to join the group of lads ‘playing’. They played in the same way we chased the round object through the dirt alleyways in Kenya. It was the same: push each other politely, and kick the ball; but this time in a particular direction.

At school in those days sports was mandatory. I was confronted with things called wing-half and inside-right, while the position that threw me for months were something called right and left bats. Bats! What had vampires to do with football?! As my ears got used to the English and London accent, I realised the words were right and left backs. The first time I played, I was told to stand in a position at the edge of the pitch. Half-a-wing or was it wing-half or something like that. I had never come across anything like this.

The centre-forward pushed the ball forwards for his companion to run with. I looked on transfixed from where I’d been told to stand. That was my position so I stood and watched. Then deja vu took over. The kids, all twenty of them, chased the ball irrespective of what their position on the field was. I knew this game. It was the kick & chase game of the dirt track alleyways of Kenya. Only this time it was called football. I understood the mêlée. I joined in with full gusto.

Kids reeled off names like Puskas, Eusebio, Pele, Garrincha, Billy Wright, Stanley Matthews, Danny Blanchflower…they might as well have been speaking double-dutch for all I knew, but I cottoned on that the Brazilian national team was the best around etc.

The 1966 world cup was on television. The most obvious thing I observed was the manner in which the European teams refused to play football, but rather stuck to allocated ‘positions’. The South Americans, with their natural flair, played from the heart. The Europeans played a calculated, tactical game. Nature verse nurture. Nurture won the cup. The essence had been taken out of the game. Results mattered, not flair. Beauty was replaced by Bugly Yetty. A precursor world in which intelligence began to be measured by catty sarcasm.

The Europeans went further. They perfected the tactical foul. Ever since, the game has lost its purity. What we see today is not football, a game intended for a cardiovascular workout with smiling faces and mutual admiration. Instead, we see a war. It has become a caveman’s war. Win at any cost.

Old manners intertwined with ancient mechanisms of Prayer have also become like the modern game of football. Prayers used to be aimed at an end result. The end result sought was peace. Peace in one’s thoughts with Peace-related stream of thoughts. But nowadays, (nowadays here means the past five to six thousands years), it is thinking masquerading as Prayer.

Prayer has become a method of beseeching the outer something deemed ‘God’, to fulfill a request. Naturally, as priorities and emotions change, the request changes. “Dear God…” a new requisition form is forwarded. Then ofcourse as the request is never fulfilled a ‘I do not believe in God…’ diatribe is energised.

Prayers have to evolve as humans change their reference points. I will use football to illustrate change and the new evolution that could transform football. This new evolution could be called Gool-Mool.

  1. Throw-in: can be slung in with one arm, or kicked in like a foul. Either way the opposing team cannot be within ten yards.
  2. If a foul is committed in the defending half by the defending team, no more than three defenders plus their goalkeeper must face five attackers, until the ball goes out of play, a goal is scored or is successfully defended.
  3. Every third corner automatically leads to a dribble penalty where an attacker faces the goalkeeper. Either the attack is nullified or a goal is scored.
  4. A shot hitting the post and rebounding back into play is an automatic goal.
  5. A yellow card sees the player sit in sin-bin for five minutes, and the opposition gets to choose another player to join the offender for two minutes.
  6. Only three defenders plus a goalkeeper can defend a corner while the attack team has five players including the corner-taker, until a goal is scored or defended successfully.
  7. Rolling substitutes throughout the game.
  8. No off-side.
  9. The team first to score in a score draw gets two points while the other team gets one point only; in a no-score draw game points remain distributed as they are now.

The game will automatically become far more exciting to watch and participate in. Whereas the modern game as played now been lost to the clinical thinkers and risk-averse managers. Fun, enjoyment, and excitement have been lost totally.

Similarly, Prayers also have to be revamped to meet the requirements of the current God, a Greed-God. Parishioners of Greed-God must visit commercially run old people’s homes and hospices to see the sum totality of life. Life is not unending youthfulness. Unfortunately, the point (singularly) lost is that the human bio-system houses not one but several bodies overlapping each other, inside and around the one physical frame.

One can have the youthful vigour of a forty-something but in fact be in their seventies. The mental mindset will express the thought paradigm of a seventy-plus age mentality and not a forty-something as their youthful vigour may suggest. Prayers need to accommodate the ongoing shift of this paradigm

The bottom line is that everyone I meet wants just one thing. That one thing being a peaceful life. What no one recognises or is prepared to accept is that turmoil, unacceptable events and unpleasant situations are the sum-reality of life. A peaceful life has to be lived alongside and in cooperation with the distaste of natural life: duality in motion. Until you are prepared to accept that life has pain and pleasure, you are not going to touch peace in your prayers.

Prayers are a method of creating, through auto-suggestion, an emotional world cocooning the self. The cocoon is only relative to you. You cannot extend it to others. You cannot hope to bring peace to the rest of humanity, where humanity is persecuting non-humans for meat on a minute-by-minute basis.

Old Prayers took place in a world where a goat and a tiger sat side by side and neither was required to become an actor in the drama of life and death. Why? Because the environment was self-sustaining.

But nature fell from grace.

It is not humans that fell from grace, but nature that fell from grace. And as her offspring, we participated with zealous callousness in her fall. We can rectify and assist nature in regaining her poise and composing herself into grace again, but it requires humans to change their own mindset.

For that, a hands-on, objective Prayer system is needed. Subjective Prayer systems will not do. Objective Prayer requires that humans stop trying to ‘master’ nature but co-operate and co-reside in her guardianship. She is a very advanced, intelligent and highly evolved Being in her own right. We are tiny cogs in her mechanism.

The Prayer we need is one that makes the effort of living within whatever nature provides us on a seasonal basis. Let famine come. Famine will go as and when it suits Her. You have to simply accept that you are not this life only, but you are an endless encasements of lives.

If only you had the ability to see your own past and your own future, you would realise the futility of gathering accoutrements for the worship of Greed-God.

Ideally, the Prayers you access must allow you to see without the blindfold over your ‘Eye’. ‘Eye’ is functioning even now, but your sensory apparatus is simply not groomed or polished enough to cognise the vision of that ‘Eye’.

To sense and see things the ‘Eye’ requires a whole-scale shift from a Greed based ‘internal’ symmetry to a Need based one.

A new vision of teaching from kindergarten upwards is needed, where harmony with nature is taught.

Guys, if you do not take serious stock of the situation, then ‘nature’ will kick us off her plate once again. She needs to do that in order to recompose her poise and grace. She has done this many a time in the past, and will do so again in the future, until finally we, the animal dwellers on her plate, realise that we have to protect each other and trust Her totally.

Ecology is the new Prayer paradigm. Ecology was the initial ‘old Prayer’, now lost to myth. Ecology is the only way forward.

It is up to the ordinarywallahs to roll up their sleeves and occupy their governments’ squares, demanding that all deep-earth excavation is stopped here and now. Mother Earth is screaming in pain and if do not take radical steps to stop this rape then She will kick our asses off this planet once again. You can forget cyberology’s enslavement of humans as a nightmare to fear. The permanent damage done to Mother Earth by excavating her physiology is the catalyst that will trigger a wipeout of humans from the face of this planet.

Let me here put a finishing touch to the thought I began with. I began with the following opening “You have two of the following: eyes, nostrils, ears, lungs, kidneys, ovaries, testicles, breasts, hands, arms, feet, legs along with numerous glands and miles of blood vessels.” If a biological epidemic ate away one half of each pair of these organs and limbs, how long would it be before you begin looking for a mechanism to defeat the epidemic?

European human greed is the pan-epidemic of this planet. Because of them, all humans are going to be wiped off the face of this planet. Field workers like myself are simply here to deliver this last-chance saloon message. However, the decision has to be the race Europeans’ to make.

Your lives.

Your choices.