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

December 21st, 2012 (I know)

So I think it was either 2008 or 2009 when I first caught wind of the winter solstice of 2012 bringing about an Apocalypse/Transcendental Awakening/Pole Shift/Solar Flare idea.

I was interested but skeptical and kind of remained that way up until 12/21/12.  There were definitely times where I was really amped for some kind of spiritually enlightening cosmological happenstance to actually occur, but it always felt like wishful thinking at the end of the day. Regardless of what anyone thought would happen or even hoped would occur, the fact is, it was a very intriguing moment for mankind.  

On the day of December 21st I heard a story by Barbara Hand Clow on Red Ice saying how the day is significant for her on a personal level now because she became a Grandmother for the first time.  The idea of December 21st being a day of significance on a smaller scale, like in your personal life or maybe even something to occur in your town, never came up in the last 3 years. I was constantly thinking of something global, sometimes even universal happening. And in the end, what's really more important? The collective events that occurred in the gigantic world we live in? Or the moments we gather through our time here? 

One of the movies I watched that night was 'The Adjustment Bureau'. For whatever reason, I have a history with this movie. Every time I try watching it, something will interfere. Whether it be the disc not playing or the system not working for a specific disc. Plus the video store only had one copy that they couldn't find, so basically you just hope it reappears.

 Well, the stars aligned on that fateful night for my eyes were finally allowed by the gods to feast upon this visual treasure. Maybe a bit melodramatic there, but it was good. Really good. I was getting a few 'They Live' vibes from it. Which is awesome because I can't say that about most movies. 

And I also have to add, Phil K. Dick, you are some kind of an Angel Wizard.

In the end, it turns out the universe finally letting me see this movie was the best present I ever could have asked for, for this winter solstice extravaganza.

-Dom

Lloyd our Christ Bearer by Joe Alexander

If you want to look at Christopher Lloyd in a completely different light, view these films...

Lloyd our Christ Bearer

And the sequel:

Grey Aliens & the Lord of Time Travel Tunnels

-Dom

Brain Explosion

So last night, I text my friend Jason, for some music recommendations. Which by the way, he succeeded in quite well. We're talking back and forth about the songs he posted to my facebook wall. I send him a text at 12:49 am saying this:

To clear up something, my nick-name for my friend is "Lotion". Yeah, you had to have been there. Either way, this Brain Explosion sync occured 4 minutes after I wrote the words. Pretty radical.

-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

Sigil Test

I've begun my first Sigil experiment. Star date 12-23-2011. 23 is a good number, so I'll add that positive energy to the current stream of positiveness I'm directing toward my Sigil. Updates to follow.

-Dom

'The Experience' by Dominic Albert Risso

‘The Experience’

A Short Story by Dominic Albert Risso

                Light years away, in the Primrose galaxy, a flourishing  kingdom led by a dying king faced a turning point. Even though his only son was the rightful heir, Prince Myriad was anything but right for this sacred position. He was brash, arrogant, and even cruel. He took for granted the gold he owned and the power he adopted.  A boy in adult skin, he had little respect for others. He treated his fellow man the same way a chef would handle expired food.

                In this world, a technology existed. A special chair only used for dire situations. Since the Prince was the only one that could lawfully inherit the crown, it was almost a requirement that he have, “The Experience”. Myriad was sat in the cold, steel chair. Two neon blue sensors, attached to dull green wires were placed on both of his temples. A half helmet riddled with blinking lights, hovered above his head.  The eldest doctor approached the Prince’s side.

“Myriad,” the doctor said bluntly, “This is how it will be.  You are not fit to rule this kingdom. You know nothing about life and its counter parts. You are like a flower that feeds off of star light. When you were a child, you were taught of Earth. This distant planet is home to hollow vessels known as humans. They incubate our souls. We are about to transmit your life force in to a suitable host. The life span could be anywhere from 65 to 80 years. Maybe longer. You will feel every second of it. But while you are living this experience, you will have no memory of your current life. In fact, you will think of yourself as a human and nothing more. From our perspective, no more than a minute will pass. It begins with the light and ends with the light. Myriad…Are you ready?”

                The Prince nods and lets his body relax. The scientists exit the room, observing through the glass partition. A switch is pressed and a flood of science is catapulted in to Myriad’s body.  His sternum jolts in to the air, while his eyes roll back in to his skull. The next thing he sees is a blinding white light. He finds himself in the small, fragile body of a newborn human baby. He is pulled from the womb of a beautiful woman. This baby belongs to a middle class family. Not poor, but not rich. He lives in America. He is the youngest of three children. He lives a modest life. His parents raise him to be a caring, respectful boy. He receives an adequate education. He knows that the key to a good, noble existence is to treat others the way that he wishes to be treated. He experiences love. Several times in fact. But with the good, comes the bad. This Earthling experiences the agonizing discomfort of losing his Mother to a dreadful evil known as cancer. He also gets in to meaningless squabbles with strangers. He watches films and listens to songs. They change his way of thinking. They alter his view of the world in front of him. He makes mistakes. He sees breathtaking sunsets, mountains, seas, and ancient ruins. He even marries a fellow human and pro-creates. He lives a full, genuine life. Sure he has regrets, but they are quite minute compared to the overall whirlwind of positive emotion. When his host body spends 88 years in full swing, he finds that his soul needs to find somewhere else to dwell. He passes peacefully in his bed. When he closes his eyes, instead of seeing the black behind his eyelids, he is again visited by this dimension-less white light. Myriad’s eyes return to normal. The helmet retracts and the doctors re-enter the room to remove the sensors from his head.

                “Myriad. Did it work?” asked the doctor. The Prince smiled in a way that no one had seen before. This smile was immediately followed by a stream of tears. Both happy and sad ones. He is informed that 33 seconds have passed. At first, this concept is very difficult for Myriad’s mind to grasp. “I was there for 88 years. I had two daughters, a gorgeous wife, an affectionate Mother, a supportive Father, and two wonderful, caring brothers. It was an experience unlike any other. It was beautiful, disturbing, whimsical, and horrifying.” The doctor nodded with a straight face and said, “It was necessary.”