pneumaticmatt
The Force is Strong With This One
I am a new registered user to this forum but not new to Cassiopaea. I have been reading and contemplating for nearly two years. I beg to differ with Laura as I find that I am the slowest learner in the World. The more I read the dumber I become. It almost seems futile to go on when it appears that I will never have enough time to grasp all of the lessons required to become a candidate for 4th Density STO. But I know I must try. I find that all I want to do is read. Every spare moment I can steal to read, I do. But like most of us caught in the web of life with work, family and the functions associated with such it seems I am unable to gather my thoughts in a coherent manner and apply my lessons. I do feel that there is something blocking my ability to keep a train of thought, to move toward a goal that can show myself progress. I am 44 years old and have taken literally the idea of becoming a paragon of sobriety. I did have a tendency to attempt to block out reality with almost every type of "blocker" you can think of, practically every night since I was 12 years old. Around May of 2004 I came across the following:
Adventures With Cassiopaea
Chapter 22
"As Don Juan and Gurdjieff tell us, there are untold dangers in the path of knowledge for those without sober understanding. Seers have to be methodical, rational beings; paragons of sobriety and yet free and open to the wonders and mysteries of existence."
I felt if I was ever going to have a chance at being lucid enough to learn the mysteries I would take this path.
Prior to stumbling across the cassiopaea site, I had worked for a company doing computer and applications support for nearly 10 years before our group was informed that we would be outsourced to an overseas company in India. We had not been told when, only that it would happen in about a year or so. Even before this notification I had been seeing or catching certain combinations of numbers all of the time and I mean daily if not more than once per day. I just chalked it up to my mind catching these numbers, like a song that gets stuck in your head, unable to stop seeing them. I even mentioned it to my wife and a friend or two. The first number was 1234 and the second was 714, usually I saw these on clocks but in many other places as well. About 4 months passed and instead of a year our I.T. group would be phased out over the next 6 months. Sure enough I was in the first group, and my last day on the job would be 12/3/04. My wife was pregnant with our 4th child.
I didn't know what was going on to make things so troublesome in my life because we already had had a terrible year and a half before my job troubles. My wife's mother had her third bout with cancer and was dying. Pregnant with our third child my wife flew to Midland, Texas to be with her mother. Her mother did pass and she attended the funeral and came home. Due to stress and possibly air cabin pressure changes my wife developed a leak of amniotic fluid and about two days after she returned home her water broke at 18 weeks gestation. She did not go into labor and was put on bed rest at home for 5 weeks and then to the hospital for 9 weeks. Our son was delivered 8 weeks early with severe pulminary hypoplasia and survived for 15 hours.
Back to pregnancy number 4, we decided to take our doctors recommendation and my wife received a cervical cerclage to prevent a repeat of her amniotic break. Our son Sutton was delivered 6 weeks early on February 12, 2005. The doctors were unable to cope with Sutton's craniofacial synostosis and narrow nasal canals and he and mom were flown via medical jet to Dallas, Texas from Austin, Texas. After several weeks in neonatal intensive care the doctors were able to shrink the swollen nasal passages so he could breath and feed. We took him to grow a little before major surgery could be scheduled. Here are some pictures, but be careful some are of C-Section. http://pneumaticmatt.tripod.com/sutton/
I am truncating a lot of this story to get to the issue that our family had come under serious attack from the only thing I now attribute to as deadly 4th Density STS. I have always had good luck and had the attitude that stuff like this would not happen to me and was under the false impression that I had some sort of guardian angel watching over me. But from reading the Wave series I have come to the realization that there is most likley not any such thing. I do know my saga is not as gut wrenching as a lot of others that I witnessed being at the hospital with my son.
Oh, and the number 714 was the day 7/14/2005 that I started my new job. 8 months out of work...ouch. The bright side was that I was able to be home and care for my wife and kids during this trying time.
I also bet that the plight of millions if not billions of God fearing people on this planet who pray feverently for enlightenment or just for food and clean water is just not going to happen. I have always wondered why would a loving God not lift these people out of abject poverty. My thought is that if these people who actually pray for help can't get it, then there will be no help for a man like me. I have never been one to kneel down and ask for help because I saw people who really needed it but did not receive help. I had always thought that if I was God I wouldn't get off to people kneeling in front me, my ego is big but not that big.
Does anyone else think God wants people or any beings, prostrate and begging for love and light? I am more apt to beleive as the Bogomils did in a dualistic theism, a God of Good and a God of Evil.
So it may be that the beings on this planet are prostrate for God but not the one they think!?
Adventures With Cassiopaea
Chapter 22
"As Don Juan and Gurdjieff tell us, there are untold dangers in the path of knowledge for those without sober understanding. Seers have to be methodical, rational beings; paragons of sobriety and yet free and open to the wonders and mysteries of existence."
I felt if I was ever going to have a chance at being lucid enough to learn the mysteries I would take this path.
Prior to stumbling across the cassiopaea site, I had worked for a company doing computer and applications support for nearly 10 years before our group was informed that we would be outsourced to an overseas company in India. We had not been told when, only that it would happen in about a year or so. Even before this notification I had been seeing or catching certain combinations of numbers all of the time and I mean daily if not more than once per day. I just chalked it up to my mind catching these numbers, like a song that gets stuck in your head, unable to stop seeing them. I even mentioned it to my wife and a friend or two. The first number was 1234 and the second was 714, usually I saw these on clocks but in many other places as well. About 4 months passed and instead of a year our I.T. group would be phased out over the next 6 months. Sure enough I was in the first group, and my last day on the job would be 12/3/04. My wife was pregnant with our 4th child.
I didn't know what was going on to make things so troublesome in my life because we already had had a terrible year and a half before my job troubles. My wife's mother had her third bout with cancer and was dying. Pregnant with our third child my wife flew to Midland, Texas to be with her mother. Her mother did pass and she attended the funeral and came home. Due to stress and possibly air cabin pressure changes my wife developed a leak of amniotic fluid and about two days after she returned home her water broke at 18 weeks gestation. She did not go into labor and was put on bed rest at home for 5 weeks and then to the hospital for 9 weeks. Our son was delivered 8 weeks early with severe pulminary hypoplasia and survived for 15 hours.
Back to pregnancy number 4, we decided to take our doctors recommendation and my wife received a cervical cerclage to prevent a repeat of her amniotic break. Our son Sutton was delivered 6 weeks early on February 12, 2005. The doctors were unable to cope with Sutton's craniofacial synostosis and narrow nasal canals and he and mom were flown via medical jet to Dallas, Texas from Austin, Texas. After several weeks in neonatal intensive care the doctors were able to shrink the swollen nasal passages so he could breath and feed. We took him to grow a little before major surgery could be scheduled. Here are some pictures, but be careful some are of C-Section. http://pneumaticmatt.tripod.com/sutton/
I am truncating a lot of this story to get to the issue that our family had come under serious attack from the only thing I now attribute to as deadly 4th Density STS. I have always had good luck and had the attitude that stuff like this would not happen to me and was under the false impression that I had some sort of guardian angel watching over me. But from reading the Wave series I have come to the realization that there is most likley not any such thing. I do know my saga is not as gut wrenching as a lot of others that I witnessed being at the hospital with my son.
Oh, and the number 714 was the day 7/14/2005 that I started my new job. 8 months out of work...ouch. The bright side was that I was able to be home and care for my wife and kids during this trying time.
I also bet that the plight of millions if not billions of God fearing people on this planet who pray feverently for enlightenment or just for food and clean water is just not going to happen. I have always wondered why would a loving God not lift these people out of abject poverty. My thought is that if these people who actually pray for help can't get it, then there will be no help for a man like me. I have never been one to kneel down and ask for help because I saw people who really needed it but did not receive help. I had always thought that if I was God I wouldn't get off to people kneeling in front me, my ego is big but not that big.
Does anyone else think God wants people or any beings, prostrate and begging for love and light? I am more apt to beleive as the Bogomils did in a dualistic theism, a God of Good and a God of Evil.
So it may be that the beings on this planet are prostrate for God but not the one they think!?