Good News From the Ghoul Front (sw)

When I go in trance, I see a curved screen around me. It goes left and right and over my head. It’s as if I’m inside a dome. The screen is mainly dark, but it’s dotted with pin pricks of light that give the appearance of a grey mist. The ghouls normally block the light; the pin pricks are places where the ghouls have died and the celestial light is shining through, albeit very weakly.

Sometimes, the darkness breaks down and I see a full-on visions of the celestial sun that we call the Solar Logos, or I see prophetic visions, or visions showing me places where anomalies exist. The anomalies are what I call the Camelot doorways, arches that lead into other worlds. I’ve seen hundreds dotted around the world, over a period of ten years or so.

I named the little white dots on the dark screen the ‘Aluna mist’ (it looks like a grey/blue fog, sometimes it is rose colored), also in the fog are the ghouls. Sometimes they appear as a human eye. It’s a vehicle they travel in trying to con one into thinking they’re okay. When you hit the eye and destroy it, three or four ghouls jump out, always to your right their left.

Also on the screen are ghouls not in the human-eye ruse. They are loose, moving about, but slowly. They don’t have much mobility.

They can be mechanical beings from the machine worlds, like bits of metal bolted together, or they may be reptilian entities with thick hides, or they are have a human face, but it’s usually grotesque and contorted, or asymmetrical in some way, like the faces of evil people. Sometimes the ghoul’s have sharp teeth. They snarl, and they are very angry. 

I don’t think anyone knew they were there until I found I had the ability to see them, back in 2001. Then after that, many other people that came to my gigs acquired the ability to see. And others acquired the ability of their own accord.

Eventually in 2007, I was joined by a small group of human Aluna fighters, people like Khris Krepcik of thehoodedsage.com. We became a small band of merry men going into the Aluna every day for many hours rubbing out the dross.

Normally when in trance, I see the ghouls very close, eighteen inches away. That’s because the Aluna dimension starts at a distance that is half way down your arm, between you elbow and your wrist, when your arm is out stretched. So the ghouls appear as if they are at the end of your nose. They are very animated and threatening. They fire pulses at you, attempting to hurt you. You have to stay awake when fighting them.

They disgust me, but I’m not emotional about them, business is business. I fire a purple dot off my fingers that flies in a curved trajectory. When it hits ‘em, it collapses their codes, they frizzle away.

I’m not sure how many ghouls I’ve wiped out, but it is over 300 million—not sure exactly. And the others have knocked over millions upon tens of millions over these few years. Gradually the mist got brighter, and the ghouls got less and less, but moreover they got scared. I’ll explain.

In recent weeks, I noticed the ghouls look smaller, and they are further and further away. Some are just minute little blobs in the distance, the size of a match head, very hard to see.

I check with Khris Krepcik, he is watching the same retreat of the ghouls. He told me “They seems to have backed off thirty feet away. They looked dazed and confused, they don’t seem to attack as much anymore; they don’t know how to hit us anymore.” Richard Tyler that posts his visions here sometimes, also said more or less the same thing about the ghouls looking confused.

This, I believe, is because the solar sun I have been watching for six months or more is close to landing (90 days to go, summer 2011), and as it approaches closer, the ghouls get fried, and they back away.

So it’s all good on the ghoul front.

One day, there won’t be anymore Aluna ghouls in the near vicinity of the human world here on earth, and all the ghouls hidden inside the humans will jump out and be killed; so the earth will eventually be returned to a pristine beauty. We’ll enter a golden age. Tyranny and manipulation dies at the threshold of a golden archway.

I predicted that a long time ago.

“Thus it was written, so it shall be done.” (sw)