Being conscious has its setbacks.

A bit further down the rabbit hole I go

I'll start this one off just assuming that no one has read my maiden post or the ones following it. Here's a brief rundown of my experience with the numbers 33 and 333. 

It began in the mid-later part of 2002. I was a 16 year old sophomore in a small town in the valley of California. I did have access to the internet but this was a time when the internet we know was in diapers. You couldn't just look up anything like you can now. I can't say the exact moment it happened, but at some point in this time of my life, I began seeing the numbers 33 and 333 everywhere. It would always show up on receipts, the back of sports jerseys, randomly spray painted on a baseball dugout at my Mother's old elementary school in Belmont, CA.  There was a point where I realized, okay, I'm seeing this much more often than I should. I told my family and friends about it but no one seemed to have much interest in it. Some thought I was exaggerating. Others believed I was purposely looking for them. My classmates at the time scared me into thinking that March 3, 2003 (3-3-03) would be the day of my death. That date came along and nothing happened. After that, the numbers seemed to go away. Possibly because I was trying to ignore it or just going through a transitional period of my life when the real world was about to approach. It wasn't until about 5 years later that the numbers returned in full force. And now, in 2013, I still see them daily. Now that the internet is a functionable resource tool, I felt it was time to finally get to the bottom of this weirdness.  To my surprise, it turned out that this phenomenon is not totally uncommon. People have reported for a while that they too see patterns in numbers. 333 is a spiritual or angel number if you will. The following are some common interpretations:

Seeing any repeating number is a sign that there is a current issue in your life and the numbers are a sign to get you to pay attention. It is a persons subconscious trying to make them aware of something consciously.

Number 333 resonates with the vibrations and energies of number 3, appearing three times, tripling its influences. 

"This sign indicates that your Spirit Guides agree with your thoughts and feelings and could be interpreted as a Cosmic 'Yes!' to questions you have asked or ideas you may have."

So let's get in to the "3" aspect of all of this. Here's where it gets a little weird.

I am the 3rd son to my Mother.

She is the 3rd child of her Mother.

I was raised on 3rd street.

I was born on January 3rd.

These are all objective facts. Whether or not they mean anything beyond a simple coincidence, I may never well know.

But it doesn't stop there.

This is a card my Mother had to fill out on the day I entered this material realm. 

 Notice the room number is 330A. It was scratched out and replaced with a 321B. I asked my Mom why this was. She doesn't remember why she wrote anything the way she did. Maybe I was born in the 33 room and placed in 32 with the other newborns? I can't say. The fact of the matter is, a 33 was written down on the day of my birth. 

After I found this card while looking through a box of old memories, I found the certificate for my baptism.

The envelope having a 33 in the zip code for where my family lived in 1986.

And the baptism itself occurring on March 30 (3-30).

But it doesn't stop there.

 That's a 333 on the back of my social security card. Ya know, that vital piece of documentation given to you when you become an official resident of this reality?

I feel like these are all big, cosmic signs that at this point, are just beating me over the head, screaming, "PAY ATTENTION!" But to what?

I suppose it's anyones guess at this point. A part of me feels like the answers are all inside me and it's only a matter of knowing where and how to look. 

In a few days, I will be moving back to New Mexico for a 3rd time. Hoping that it will be a charm. To a house with an address reading 1133. 

I hit a very low point in my life last month, and things got scary. Thoughts of suicide had entered into my head for the first time in my life. It was a shock to my system and really jolted me awake. I can safely say now that those thoughts are so ridiculously frightening that I will do whatever I can to make sure I never have them again. The one thing that made me not go through with a very devastating and fatal decision was the note I would leave behind. I realized while thinking about writing it, that it would be too long. There are so many people in my life that I appreciate more than words could ever express. There are so many thoughts and feelings I want to share, but haven't yet. It made me realize that if that's the case, then how depressed can I really be? I also came to the conclusion that maybe sometimes, you have to hit your lowest point before you can begin climbing back to the top. The morning after I had these morbid feelings infect my consciousness, I found this on the windshield of my car...

Inside the paper was a 10$ gift card to Safeway. I guess it's important to note too that I've never received anything like this before. For whatever reason, the person who decided to place this on my car felt like mine was more worthy than the 12 others cars on my street? 

It is undeniable to me, that there is something going on in this world far beyond any of our comprehension. Perhaps these subtle signs are just glimpses into the true reality. 

What that reality is...is anyone's guess.

-Dom

A poem by my dear friend, Aislinn.

Aislinn is a friend I feel so deeply connected with it sometimes startles me. It startles me because I've never met Aislinn in person. Though I've been lucky enough to call her my friend for the last 4 years.  I'm always excited when she writes something new and am very thrilled to be able to share her work. She's been kind enough to let me post her poem, DROGUE. I'm smitten with it. Ya know what? I will not be surprised in the least if when I die and depart this material realm and head toward the ether, that the divine creator of all creation will tell me:

"Your souls were somehow linked together from the beginning. You two knew each other before the fabric of time was even sewn."

Not to sound like an intergalactic creeper, but I really do think she might be my soul mate. And if not...friendies for life y'all! I mean Aislinn means "Dream" so maybe that's the universe subtly saying:

"Pfft. Yeah, keep dreaming buddy." 

Without further ado...

-Dom

Meg Foster and her hypnotic eyeballs

The following events occurred on Monday, March 4, 2013.

First point to make is that during Monday morning, my brother mentioned to me that ever since I told him about the owl that sometimes shows up outside the right side of the house, he now has been hearing it. And he didn't before I brought it up.

Monday started off with a video of Bill Hicks:

Between 3 and 3:30 pm, I was on the computer watching a trailer for Rob Zombie's 'Lords of Salem'. Toward the end, when they showed three witches, I noticed one of them resembling an old wrinkly Meg Foster (They Live, Oblivion (1994), Masters of the Universe). So I head to IMDb to see if it's her. It was her and it just so happens that one of her more recent credits is a film called '333'.

I should also note something I just realized while writing this. The two movies in question have her playing a character with two Ms. MM resonating Mercury's Messenger AKA Christopher Hunter Myers. Someone who has recently piqued my interest in Magick.

So it turns out '333' was retitled, 'Tormented Souls'. While watching the film's trailer, this screenshot appears:

"This world is a lie and mankind's only wish is to be deceived."

It was at this point that I started hearing hooting. Yes, the owl happened to show up outside the window at the exact moment of synchronicity. I went outside to look at it but it was already gone. 

Fast forward about an hour. We're out and about, looking for a fix-it part (I don't want to bore myself with the details yet alone the reader). The person I'm with wanted a drink so we stop at a gas station. When we get there, I see a woman just staring at a dog tied up outside. I didn't see anything particularly interesting about it. That was until it looked at me. Jet black fur and piercing blue/white eyes. I shit you not, Meg Foster eyes like a motherfucker. This picture might not show exactly how hypnotic they were, but it definitely stood out as something meaningful. 

It always blows my mind when something like this happens. For one, I could have chosen to go to any gas station in town. But it just so happened that we ended up at one containing a dog with Meg Foster eyes. And the timing is a factor also. Had we taken a wrong turn, hit a stop light/traffic, that dog may not have been there.

Weird shit. Weird, weird shit.

-Dom

The Baler of Destiny

Thursday. September 20th. 1:45 pm.
I was having a conversation with my brother about a recent dream I had.  I had work at 2, and left the house at 1:50.  While on the way to start my shift, I remembered another portion of the previous evening's dream. I dreamt of the baler at work. The big ol' green bastard that molds loose cardboard in to a neatly packed cube.  In the dream, a co worker had told me that the baler was broken. I didn't really react. I figured, I dreamt this scenario because Thursday is the day that I make a bale. I thought to myself, that would be neat if my subconscious was laying out bread crumbs. Maybe I would go to work and find a 20 dollar bill next to the baler.

So I get to work, I go to the baler and look for anything different or strange. Part of me thought I might find an owl or something equally significant. On the front of the machine, there are ridges.  Ridges big enough to hold random items. Usually these items are damaged products or just loose tools. Hammers, screwdrivers, etc. Today, I noticed an orange toy, a hairspray bottle, packaging to a toy car, some gloves, and a pair of scissors. Nothing too odd. I go about my business and make the bale. When I'm done, I close the door (hatch?). Something falls off the ridge and on to the ground. It's the orange toy.

Which by further inspection, seems to be a cement mixer? I examine it closely. On the bottom, it says Made in China. But there's something else on the vibrant orange plastic.


7333, with the 7 kind of hiding behind the wheel. This is where my heart started beating fast. My chest was pumping, I was so freaked out. That is just TOO fucking weird, right? What are the Gods (BSG anyone?) Damn odds?







Immediately, this situation reminded me of the choosing process from 'Seven Years in Tibet'. The scene where they are trying to find the new Dalai Lama by exposing children to certain objects to see if they "make the right choice". A similar scene occurs in the 4th season episode of 'LOST', "Cabin Fever". Too weird man....too fucking weird.

-Dom

The Shadow Man Cometh

I'll be the first one to admit that I'm a scaredy-cat. It's never taken much to startle me. Walk around the corner at the right moment and you'll most likely jolt me. I've always been afraid of things. Even to this day, I battle with a moderate fear of the dark. This all started about 2 months ago that one night when I was on mushrooms, I walked out the front door and saw a figure on the sidewalk. All black. It didn't even look like this "person" was wearing clothes necessarily. It looked like the cut out of a human, but with no dimensions. He was all black. Like a walking abyss of nothingness. Basically, this figure acted like he noticed me standing there. It's head turned at me abruptly and then quickly started shuffling its feet and began running toward me. To say the least, I freaked the fuck out and slammed the door shut. Breathing heavy and being scared as shit, I panicked and tried locking the door as quickly as possible. I was actually in such a state of fear, that I really couldn't get the lock to turn over. I stood there, with my hands on the door, holding it shut, breathing hard, my heart pumping rapidly, just hoping this being/figure/man/meth head, whatever it was, didn't try and get in the house. After about 15 seconds, I realized no one was there. I opened the door and saw no one. Not even someone walking down the street. Hands down, one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. The whole situation reminded me of a nightmare. In my dreams, I've always escaped scary situations by curling up in to a ball, which to this day, still wakes me up. A defense mechanism I suppose. But this wasn't a dream. This was reality. This was something occurring in front of my waking eyes.

By the by, I refer to this being as The Shadow Man. It makes the most sense to me. "Shadow Man" also conjures memories of Mega Man. Who fought a master robot with the same name. It just so happens that this character appears in Mega Man 3. Which also was my favorite of the Mega Man series. If that wasn't enough, before I began writing this article, I looked up Shadow Man's level on MM3, on youtube. The video for it is 3:30 minutes long.

So now,  let's talk about Monday, August 20th 2012. Around 6 am, I was dreaming. I was sleeping over at a friend's house, in his brother's room, since he was out and about at the time. Basically, the part of the dream I remembered is when I was standing on grass, looking at a street, with houses behind it. I assumed I was just in a front yard. In front of me, I see someone riding a bicycle. It's the Shadow Man! I shit you not. All black. No clothes. He turned to me, quickly, jumped off the bike and started sprinting toward me. He got so close that I saw him 2 inches away from my face. I was terrified and did what I do best, and curled up in to a ball. I jolted back in to reality. Breathing hard, sweating, thanking the Gods that I got to wake up.

The next day, I told the owner of the room about it. He said, non nonchalantly, "Oh, so you saw the shadow man, huh?" I was confused. I hadn't told him about my past experiences with this shadow being. He explains to me that his room has some weird shit going on in it.  He constantly has strange dreams and even sees shadow beings in his mirror sometimes. Pretty fucking bizarre if you ask me. Even though it was a terrifying dream, the possibility of a room with an invisible power like that intrigued me. I decided to sleep in the room again the next night so I could potentially call upon the shadow man in order to extinguish my fears and confront the demon, so to speak. The second night didn't attract the shadow man, but I did still dream. In fact, I became somewhat lucid in said dream.  Which in itself was rewarding seeing as how I've been attempting to harness the power of lucidity for about 2 decades. Very detailed and very auditory. I heard voices and sounds and I usually don't recall sounds in dreams.

So why is this happening? What is the potential cause of this flux of weird energy? It can't all be in my head, right? Others see shadow men too. Not just my friend.  After this dream, I simply googled, "Shadow Man". The wikipedia page being the first site. The way that people describe their encounters with these beings, is almost word for word how I felt. So no, this is not just in my head. This is not a coincidence.  My main theory is that this figure is either a manifestation of internal fear OR an inter dimensional being that preys on fear.  Whenever this Shadow Man turns and looks at me, it feels like I might be somewhere I'm not supposed to be and this being knows it. Running after me may simply be to chase me out of "his or her" world. I also think that maybe in whatever dimension this figure resides in, perhaps, I appear to him as a shadow man. It's all very intriguing. Only time will tell, but I feel like I haven't seen the last of the Shadow Man.

-Dom

Beam Me Up, Quetzalcoatl!

Keep Close to Nature's Heart

"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean."
-John Muir

Anthony Peake on Red Ice Radio

A truly enlightening, fascinating listen.  The most recent interview on Red Ice Creations is one with author, Anthony Peake, who developed the concept of "Cheating the Ferryman". He is a very interesting individual and I thoroughly enjoy hearing of his new studies. This is a recommended listen for anyone that is alive.

Anthony Peake on The Nature of Reality & Twilight Zones of Consciousness.

Enjoy.

-Dom

Fantastic Fourth Dimensional Happy Hour

I just recently listened to an interview on Red Ice Radio featuring Bob Frissell.  He discussed 2012, ages, Atlantis, Greys, etc.  The following is an excerpt:

"When we get to the fourth dimension, the manifestation is instant. In other words, whatever

you think, whatever you feel is the instantly manifested reality. So the time delay has been completely removed."

Now, for me personally, this time delay seems to be decreasing exponentially.  Maybe a year ago, I would've thought of someone and a week would go by before they called me out of the blue.  Now a days, as short as a couple hours could pass before manifestation.

An example:

Last night, I watched a Japanese film called, 'I'm a Cyborg, But That's Okay'.  Pretty good movie. A big aspect of the film dealt with the main character's relationship with her Granny.  Specifically involving Granny's dentures.

After this movie ended, the next film put on was a Clint Eastwood classic, 'Every Which Way But Loose'.  And yes, that is the one where he's a bare knuckle street fighter with a pet orangutan.  About 20 minutes in, Clint's character is at the bar, trying to seduce a local girl. She ends up being rude to him, so he responds with a playful joke. That being, the old, "Dentures in her bowl of soup gag".

I don't think about dentures too often, and here they are, brought to my attention, twice in a matter of 2 hours.

I should also mention that the biker gang in this film goes by the name, "The Black Widows"

Now if indeed, this time delay is decreasing. Whether it be by natural means, a glitch in the matrix, or simply because our planet is in the process of realigning itself with the center of the galaxy, I do believe this is happening. I thought to myself, well if this is true, then I'll test it out.  A week back, I tried thinking of the most random thing I could....hmmm...WALRUS! Then  I sat back and waited for a walrus to show up.  The next day, I'm online and see a Ferris Bueller commercial for the upcoming Super Bowl game at the time.  I watched it only to find this stare off between Matthew Broderick and....you guessed it. A fucking walrus. 

We definitely live in exciting times. Let's embrace it.

-Dom

Creating Reality With Your Brain...

After the events of Sunday, January 29th, 2012, I've been forced to re-define my thoughts on synchronicity and magic.  Which I now theorize are very closely connected.
First, let me mention the events of a week or so ago.
1. My brother and I were discussing what big cats could represent in a dream.  The cat in question was a panther.
2. I discovered a new song called "Synthesizers" by a band called, Butch Walker and the Black Widows.
Ever since hearing it for the first time, I've been eye to eye with black widows pretty regularly.  One next to the door bell, another in a place to be mentioned in 5 seconds.

On Saturday night, I stayed the night at my cousin's place in Ceres.  When we went to the liquor store, I opened my car door to see a black widow. In the morning, he, his roommate and I were all lounging, watching Sunday morning television.  We end up watching 'The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' movie from 1990.  A discussion starts about Master Splinter and how a "splinter" isn't necessarily a good thing.

In fact, they can be quite painful and annoying.  The movie that comes on after TMNT is 'Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed'.  I should note, these are not usually the kinds of movies I watch. But hey, it is what it is.  The first monster to "unleash" itself in Scooby Doo 2 was this green pterodactyl. 























Now let's fast forward a few hours.  I'm hanging out with a friend in Modesto.  When I pick him up, I make note of a bear blanket in his house.  He says he likes it, but much preferred his old panther blanket.  Later, we're talking about Easter and white rabbits and their appearances in films like "Harvey", "The Matrix", "Alice in Wonderland" and so on.

Later, I notice my friend's new wallet. One I'm very envious of.  It has anchors on the outside and scorpions in the inside.

  





















Now, the time is 8pm, back at my house in Tracy.
The next few hours is riddled with manifestations of things I was literally just thinking about.  A Family Guy episode is played that involves the stair case having to be replaced because Stewie gets a
splinter.

In the next episode of Family Guy, Peter rides a green pterodactyl.

After Family Guy, we start watching South Park.  The Easter spectacular episode, featuring this rabbit.

After that, we put on Ralph Bakshi's 'Fire and Ice'.  One of the first scenes involves this panther.

About 20 minutes later, a character shouts, "Release the dragon hawks!" Which if you ask me, closely resemble green pterodactyls.

Toward the middle of the film, the bad guys embark on their boat of evil. Which looks like this.

Notice the black widow. Also, take note of the skull with bat wings on the top.  I'll get back to that.
Now, it's around 1 or 2 in the morning, and I'm getting ready for bed.  While laying down, I decide to read the new comic book I got in the mail, Green Lantern no 9.  I bought it on a whim because it features Batman turning in to a lantern, for a brief moment.  Here's one of the pages from the book:

This is the Tattooed Man unleashing his monsters (tattoos) upon Hal Jordan.  Note the scorpion. and in the bottom right corner, even though it's a little cut off, is a skull with bat wings.

Now, here's my theory on why this all might be happening.  It's already been talked about within circles of people, that we create our own reality with our thoughts. I think that's exactly what's happening here.  My thoughts are manifesting themselves in to this physical reality that we all live in.  In this scenario, I believe it was mostly unintentional.  BUT. I also think that it is a skill that has the potential to be controlled and exercised.  In fact, I believe this is magic. I think wizards, magicians, shamans, sages, enlightened individuals (Jesus, Buddha) had knowledge of this ability and used it either for good or for bad. White magic and black magic if you will.  But like anything else, it's just a theory.

-Dom