The Blue-Ray Indigo (Obsessed with the 1960s)

STARSEED!
I agree that Blue Ray Beings are groups of extremely sensitive and empathic lightworkers that come from different planets and realms (thanks Shekina Rose and Patricia McNeilly).  I have always had a strong connection to Source – the Creator of All, to Angels, other assorted beings and to the one we call Jesus Christ.  They have always felt like Invisible Friends/Spirit Friends.  For a while, it used to upset me that so many relatively kindhearted people think they have a solid relationship with Jesus but they’re really getting an idol god.  The fact that some are what we call blind to that fact did not upset me (especially if it is their wish to remain blind).  Those that consciously deceive others are the ones who upset me the most.  The fact that they could take advantage of somebody’s naivety is extremely disheartening.

I said many times before that I felt like an alien who had been given an ill-prepared Halloween costume by God.  Not only that, I felt as if He plopped me here at the wrong time.  I have always been drawn to the 1950s and 1960s in a crazy nostalgic sort of way.  Most of my childhood memories are from the late 1970s and the 1980s, so being nostalgic about that time period was normal; however, the thing with the 50s and especially 60s was weird, and sometimes, there was a feeling of being pseudo scared.  I did not find out why I was so drawn  to and pseudo scared of a time period I seemingly had nothing to do with until about seven or eight years ago.

Why was I scared…
I believe it was because the hippies – the first wave of Blue-Ray Indigos – that whole life, the communities, the psychedelic music, the art, films, entertainment, the everything came to a commercialized end way to soon.  Too soon for all of us.  To me, the whole beatnik and hippie thing was more than a counterculture movement.  It was the beginning of higher consciousness, spiritual growth and development.

If it was such a good thing, why did it end?
I believe I was so sad about it because I am a Blue-Ray Indigo.  I now realize that several members of my Soup Group lived and died during that whole hippie era.  I did not think I’d ever find anyone as close as them and that’s what scared me.  Being alone with this mission scared me.  It scared me so bad that I blocked prior memories out and refused to learn the truth of my existence.  Whenever a “knowing” showed up in my reality, I told myself that I was scared of it and tried to make it go away.

Many argue Woodstock (1969), the Charles Manson murders (1969), the deaths of Jimi Hendrix (1970), Janis Joplin (1970) and Jim Morrison (1971), hate crimes, consumerism and materialism, tainted drugs and so much more brought an end to it all, but I still think they had a lot of help from someone/something unseen.  There were really good hippies whose only crime was… being too naive.  I believe, just like those that take advantage of kindhearted Christians now, that lots of people (including other hippies) took advantage of kindhearted hippies then turned around and blamed them for the end of the era all to discourage others from living and/or thinking outside the box.

Hippies were among the first wave Blue-Ray Indigo Beings.  They opened doors for other Lightworkers.  Mostly, the Blue-Rays of that time would want us to avoid making some of the same mistakes that they did.  A few of those mistakes are heavy drug usage, alcohol consumption; anything that gives malicious Spirits permission to disrupt Spiritual Growth.  They’d want us to avoid whatever affects us in a negative way and escapism… Escapism can be anything from food, a lack of sleep, exercise and/or other weird addictions.

 

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Life in Pictures (four styles)

the ku-ice butcher
a golden bubble:
cemented in ice, sees the
iciness it fears

this legend (EAP)
rich in the void of this legend,
joined by midnight and moonlit blurs
I shall never dismiss this legend,
or our lives to be wrought through pictures

the little snake (rick)
safe & warm in my simmer,
my guise is cold & slender.
i slink above ground,
there’s no one around,
how will i find my dinner?

Future Slipups
when mysterious tones
of the full moon’s Energy
call upon a past slipup –

When psychedelic patterns
dance about an unhappy tree

I embrace “what was,” join
a fierce brotherhood,
and eagerly look forward…

to future slipups

What Genre?

Finding out what genre I write in took a very long time.  In fact, I’m still figuring things out.  It’s hard for me because, although there is lots of material similar to the style of writing I choose to exhibit, as with most writers, I feel that it’s “different” and does not fit in the industry’s boxes.  You can call it jackleg (in terms of being inexperienced or a non-professional), arrogance, or both.

Since I had no designs on being a writer, as a kid I hated romantic type poetry and love songs, I fought against creativity and did not like to read, once I decided to embrace the Spirit that had been chasing me for-forever, I had to do loads of research.  I knew who my Muses were, I’d met my Twin Flame and several members of my Soul Group – many of them were poets, writers and/or musicians when they walked the Earth.  I found that I gravitated towards Gothic Horror.  To be more detailed, I gravitated towards Gothic Romanticism; however, it was a new kind (if that makes sense).  Another thing that made (makes) it hard for me is that I do not let others see my writing.  It’s not arrogance or naivety, it’s that I feel as a painter might.  I don’t want to show anyone anything unless I’m absolutely sure it’s finished.  Some things are finished.  I have years of “works in progress” though.  There is so much in my head that I get overwhelmed at times, but that’s okay.  I’m dealing with it.

I’ve let some read my materials.  They basically say the same thing.  “It’s good, but it’s not horror.  It’s something else.”  Even though some of the staples of Gothic Horror are present, many do not see my writings as horror.  It’s more beautiful, weirder, and it’s movie like.  What’s that called?  Dark Fantasy?  Weird Fiction?  There are many things we can call my writings, but I have chosen another name.  Now, let’s see if I can get an agent and/or publisher to use the name.  That is another story.