Ocean
The Living Force
BEHIND HER EYES
The latest Netflix offering that’s caught viral fire is Behind Her Eyes, which prominently features (spoilers…) lucid dreaming, astral projection, remote viewing, and more as integral plot points. It also spotlights the rather startling Eve Hewson, who struck me immediately as I started hitting the mental recall button – why was that name so familiar? Hewson? Nah, it can’t be…daughter of Paul Hewson. Wait a minute, THE Paul Hewson?! You’d know him as this guy: BONO.
The same guy that penned these incredibly spooky lyrics back in 1997 that seemed to portend/forecast so much of what was going to happen 4 years down the road apiece (speaking of remote viewing…):
So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted
'Till you had someone slap your face
And you never felt alive
Until you almost wasted away
You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees, now
Please
Please
Please
Please, leave it out
So you never knew
How low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
What was on the ground until they mad you crawl
So you never knew that
The heaven you keep you stole
Your Catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Never making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car
Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees
Now, Please
Please
Please
Leave me out of this
So love is big, it’s bigger than us
But love is not what you're thinking of
September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over, and
Down the drain
Shards of glass splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain
October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Are we just starting again….
So love is big, bigger than us
But love is not what you’re thinking of
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive
'Cause you my love I could never believe…”
But perhaps the most telling meme being inserted into the collective with Behind Her Eyes is the concept of walk-ins. As the gathering of souls continues apace across many spectrums, this concept is a must to get traction among the widest possible audience. All of these ideas are being pushed heavily onto the masses right now, and with all the intended occult ramifications contained within, the forecast, as old Robert Cray might sing, calls for pain. Walk-in
The latest Netflix offering that’s caught viral fire is Behind Her Eyes, which prominently features (spoilers…) lucid dreaming, astral projection, remote viewing, and more as integral plot points. It also spotlights the rather startling Eve Hewson, who struck me immediately as I started hitting the mental recall button – why was that name so familiar? Hewson? Nah, it can’t be…daughter of Paul Hewson. Wait a minute, THE Paul Hewson?! You’d know him as this guy: BONO.
The same guy that penned these incredibly spooky lyrics back in 1997 that seemed to portend/forecast so much of what was going to happen 4 years down the road apiece (speaking of remote viewing…):
So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted
'Till you had someone slap your face
And you never felt alive
Until you almost wasted away
You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees, now
Please
Please
Please
Please, leave it out
So you never knew
How low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
What was on the ground until they mad you crawl
So you never knew that
The heaven you keep you stole
Your Catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Never making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car
Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees
Now, Please
Please
Please
Leave me out of this
So love is big, it’s bigger than us
But love is not what you're thinking of
September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over, and
Down the drain
Shards of glass splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain
October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Are we just starting again….
So love is big, bigger than us
But love is not what you’re thinking of
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive
'Cause you my love I could never believe…”
But perhaps the most telling meme being inserted into the collective with Behind Her Eyes is the concept of walk-ins. As the gathering of souls continues apace across many spectrums, this concept is a must to get traction among the widest possible audience. All of these ideas are being pushed heavily onto the masses right now, and with all the intended occult ramifications contained within, the forecast, as old Robert Cray might sing, calls for pain. Walk-in