Friday, December 30, 2011

An Intense Dream Worth Immortalizing.

Wow. Well...last night was interesting. My dream was long and vivid. It started off at a big house at night, where a party was taking place. My oldest brother, being the host. I'm there, mingling and socializing. Some friends and family pop up.  At one point, I see Christopher H. Myers. I've been reading a lot of his posts lately and listening to his shows, so this isn't too strange to me. I shake his hand and tell him how the other day, I saw a license plate that read, "6GMM777". The MM 777 being relevant. The dream continues. At some point, I end up walking through the parking lot at the community center of my home town of Ripon, CA. I'm walking alongside a guy my age, I can't remember who, but I do remember that he was a friend of mine. Behind us is 4 of my aunts. They are all asking me if I've ever smoked pot or done drugs. I avoid the questioning and try to change the subject. A second later, big flashes of red occur above my head. I deduce that it's a UFO. I stare up, and it continues to flash red, like it's taking pictures. It moves off. Suddenly, a giant, white and black machine, that has the ability to hover, comes near us, also snapping photos. This time, it's clear, because I see the lens and hear the shutter. This machine is property of Ripon. It says Ripon on the side of it. Another word I recognized was BOCOM. and BOAN. These two words, even though they look similar, were separate on the ship. This is when I awake.

I immediately jot all this down on paper. I go to the computer and search: BOCOM. What comes up is a Swedish site for wireless communications, satellites, cell phones, etc. The site has this picture:


Now, my first thought when I saw this, was: "That kind of looks like the shape of a flying saucer." A lot of people can say, Oh, you're just reaching. But it's undeniable that this image looks more like a UFO than it does a cow, a palm tree, or a starfish.

Then I look up BOAN. The first site to come up is bobboan.com. Bob Boan is a scientist and writer. Some of his books discuss preparing for an alien invasion.




I don't want to discredit my consciousness, but I honestly have never heard of this man or knew of his relation to UFOs. Of course, there's always that possibility that I read about him years ago and the information was stored in my subconscious. Freaky dream, indeed. 

-Dom

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Lost in the Fog

'Lost in the Fog'
by Dominic Albert Risso


I was born in to a world, almost like a product on to an assembly line.
I adopted my surroundings, because I had no other choice.
I was taught about dogmas and archetypes, that everyone else was already
worshiping for years before my birth.
I was just as lost as all my peers.
And to this day, remain to be.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Sigil Signs

Well, my first sigil test turned out strange. I lost the paper that had the drawing of my sigil on it. Which in itself is strange because I don't lose things often.  So I re drew the sigil on another paper, and ended up losing that too. When things like this occur, I take them as a sign. For whatever reason, maybe that first sigil was the wrong thing to attempt to achieve. Maybe it's unattainable. Either way, I've started a new sigil that I've just charged and will continue to meditate on. Updates to follow.

-Dom

Friday, December 23, 2011

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.”

Friday, December 16, 2011

Is Hollywood Spying On Me?

So let me tell you a little story.
A movie came out in 1990, when I was 4, called 'Kindergarten Cop'.

It starred this man:








The movie was about a cop going undercover as a kindergarten teacher in order to find a fugitive who was planning to reunite with his son.  The son being in this kindergarten class.

The boy's name was Dominic.
My name is Dominic.
We both had blonde hair and blue eyes and kind of looked alike.
His Mother in the film's name was Joyce.
My Mother's name is Joyce.
The movie also came out a year before I was to enter kindergarten.
Also, me and this kid had the same shirt.












-Dom

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Different Strokes For Different Blue Folks?

My last post talked about hearing of "ancient blue people" and "blue-bloods" only to see John Carter of Mars drenched in blue blood. Well today, I'm watching The Colbert Report with my brother, describing the story to him.  He stops me by pointing out a pop up ad in the video advertising the fungus dwelling blue people movie, 'The Smurfs'.

Just 10 minutes ago, I get a Christmas card in the mail from my cousin and her boyfriend.  The card has multiple photos of the two, one of which involves them dressed as Smurfette and Papa Smurf respectively.

Rewind to Colbert Report. After watching the episode, we watched The Daily Show w/ Jon Stewart. Things started off normal, until he did a bit where he was sitting at a desk made to look like it's in the oval office.  He puts up a framed photo of two zebras fornicating. Zebra syncs were also mentioned in my previous post.  He gets embarrassed and replaces the photo with one of him with the cast of 'Different Strokes'.  You can ask any of my friends or select family members to confirm, but in the last month or so I've been using a phrase a lot to describe my opinion on accepting people for who they are and what they choose to believe.  The phrase is, "Different strokes for different folks."  I find it strange to see two syncs within 30 seconds of each other.  Strange enough to post the video below...


"Synchronicity and coincidence are the same thing, only the individual bias over whether the relationship is meaningful or arbitrary changes."
-Jake Kotze

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Weird 'N' Wild Times

A lot of synchronisic events have been occuring as of late.  Lions are still popping up.  My email for this blog is Zebroid33.  Zebroid being: the offspring of any cross between a zebra and any other equine.   Well...zebras are coming up now too.  When you work in retail, especially at a general department store, I feel like you are open to seeing a lot of things that you wouldn't see at a grocery store or restaurant.  The options aren't as limited as they normally would be.  Also, what I've been taking note of lately is that I'm in sync with whatever I'm watching. Example: I'm cooking in the kitchen and an episode of 'Clark and Michael' is on in the background.  Right when I reach for the colander, I hear the line, "Mike, where's the colander!?" @1:58


Also, when numbers are involved.  I've been reading a lot of Christopher H. Myers' blog lately, Mercury's Messenger.  The other day I was reading about the number 27 and for the rest of the day, the number kept popping up whenever it had the chance.  I was listening to Peter Moon's recent interview on Red Ice Radio a couple days ago. He was talking about an ancient race of blue people and blue bloods.  Well, yesterday, I watched the new trailer for 'John Carter' which is based on Edgar Rice Burroughs' 'John Carter of Mars' and saw a shot of the hero covered in blue blood.  This is the second trailer released for the film.  The first one did not contain this shot.

-Dom

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Lions

Lions have been coming up a lot lately. I read Alan Abbadessa's article on Obama as the Lion King about a week or two ago.  I heard mention of a green lion in a podcast, only to bring my attention to my painting of a green lion on my wall next to me.  I can't even tell you where I got the idea to paint a green lion three months ago.  My friend and I were talking about lions the other day and how much we both liked them. A conversation that I initiated. Last night, she visited town from Utah for the holidays.  Her and I and some friends were at the local bar, catching up, as an inside joke now, I hugged her goodbye and yelled, LION HUG!  Then we parted ways.  I was driving home by myself, listening to pandora radio on my phone. 'The Righteous Brothers' station.  She text me to say how good it was to catch up. I replied with a, "LION HUG!" text.  Not a minute later, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" comes on pandora.  Haven't heard that song in at least two years. Probably much longer.



-Dom

Monday, November 14, 2011

Sync Book Fool Sync

Tonight I chose a tarot card at random. I got this:


My first thought was, "Cool, he looks like a super hero. Like Green Arrow. Or maybe even Loki. Even though Loki wasn't a "hero" per se." A few hours later, I'm reading Jake Kotze's chapter of 'The Sync Book' by Alan Abbadessa-Green and a smile appears on my face after I read the following words:

"In order to notice that one thing-event (situation, object or symbol) has an affinity to another, often means being "loose" with our associations. In a sense, to see and understand sync we must become fools--free from the limitations, but not the benefits, of mind."

Gotta love synchronicity.

If you haven't checked out Alan's book yet, I highly recommend it.


-Dom

Sunday, November 13, 2011

My first lucid dream: A Tale of Fire and Ice

I have always been fascinated by dreams.  I think everyone should be, considering we spend 1/3 of our lives having them.  For the last couple years, I have been trying to induce a lucid dream.  Which in the most basic of terms is being aware of what is happening while in a dream state.  Yesterday morning, I achieved this long time goal and couldn't be happier.

I awoke at 8:30am.  Knowing that I had another hour to sleep in, I decided to nod off to dream land once more.  The following occurred at some point between 8:30am and 9:30am.

I am walking down the main street of my home town of Ripon, California, when all of a sudden, I am "awake". I look at my hands and at my surroundings and realize that I am dreaming.  I decide to put my imagination to the test, seeing as how I could wake up in my bed, at any second.  I look over across the street to see one of the big, caged tow trucks used for transporting multiple cars at a time.  I point my hand toward it in a Magneto-ish fashion and think "BEND THE METAL".  The metal of the truck bends backward.  Then I think to myself, "SPRAY FIRE".  The twisted steel then spews a stream of fire on to the tree next to it.  I am amazed by this.  I decide to go further. I continue walking down the street and see a man selling fruit or trinkets of some kind.  He looks like a less attractive Paul Rudd.  I think to myself, "FREEZE HIM". I point my finger at the stranger and concentrate on an icy mist spraying out of the tip of my pointer finger. At first, nothing happens.  I get closer to him and concentrate harder. A little spray of ice releases.  I get even closer, to the point where I'm inches away from him.  I think to myself again, "FREEZE!". An icy mist comes out and freezes the man in his track.  This is awesome! Anything is possible.  Now it's time to fly.  I run and jump in to the air.  I stay floating for a bit, like I'm on the moon, but eventually float back down to the sidewalk. I try a few more times but can't seem to get off the ground long enough.  Maybe I need to be higher up.  I start to climb a tree in order to get on to the roof of a building.  While I'm doing this, I notice a family in a backyard looking up at me in shock.  It's around this point that I awake.

I can't even begin to describe the feeling of this new found freedom.  I can only hope that it becomes a regular occurrence.  My imagination is a lot bigger than just blazing trees and freezing Paul Rudd look-a-likes.

Another detail to add is that I was waking up at 9:30 to attend a family event.  Keep in mind, at this point, I have not told anyone about my dream.  While there, one of my cousins that I have not seen in 4 months, mentions in passing:

"I have a photo of you on my phone."

Me: "What's the photo of?

"You, climbing a tree."



















Dream on, dreamers.

-Dom

Friday, November 11, 2011

Chewing Tobbacky

Last night I had a dream about my home town of Ripon, California.  It's a common theme in my dreams. Spending 23 years in one town will do that to you I guess.  The first part of my dream, or at least the first part I remembered, took place in a liquor store. Nothing too unusual since I frequently go to liquor stores.  In the dream, I was buying items that I would have normally bought in my waking life.  Except for one thing. Chewing Tobacco.  The skoal kind in the round plastic tin. Let me just say, I don't smoke cigarettes and I have never even tried chewing tobacco. I honestly find it to be very disgusting and would never want it anywhere near my teeth or gums.  The dream continued and I eventually woke up and wrote down the events in a notebook, like I normally do.  The next morning, I go to work and have a very routine day. In the afternoon, I'm walking down the aisle and I see an object on the ground.  I reach down to pick it up and see that it's an empty tin of Skoal Chewing Tobacco.  Very strange.  I have never came across old tins of chewing tobacco in my every day life, yet alone at Big Lots.  Which by the way, does not sell tobacco products.  What an odd 11/11/11.

-Dom

The Maiden Post

As far as the interweb is concerned, I am very new to the world of synchronicity and synchromysticism.  I am still in the early stages of getting the basics down, as far as literature on the subject goes.  Taking a note from Alan Abbadessa-Green, I am starting this blog as a diary for the strange events that are occurring in both my waking and sleeping life.  So just to get things started, let me tell you all a little about myself.


My name is Dominic Risso.  I am 25 years old, never had a serious job, and am finally becoming comfortable with that fact.  I have been immersed in film and art for my entire life.  My Mother tells me that when I was at the ripe age of 1, my favorite movies included 'Bambi' and 'Robocop'.  I have two older brothers.  As children, we would use the family camcorder to make our own movies.  Usually spoofs of 'Rocky V', 'Home Alone', and 'Aliens'.  Through out my childhood in to my teenage years, I continued to make short films and skits with my friends.  I still make them to this day.  I would say my ideas have progressed through out the years, but alas, I've never been paid in lieu of my film making skills.  I probably wouldn't have it any other way.


When I was a freshman in high school, a strange thing began to occur.  I started seeing the numbers 333 and 33, EVERYWHERE. Receipts, graffiti, football jerseys.  I didn't know what to make of this and since I wasn't aware of the internet at that time, I had no way of figuring out what the hell was going on.  I always thought of it as something bad.  Like a curse or a warning.  At one point, I honestly expected March 3rd, 2003 to be the date of my death.  3/3/3 came and went and after a few weeks from that date, the numbers started to recede.


Fast forward 7 years.  After a brief stint in New Mexico, while trying to get my life in order, I moved back to my old stomping grounds of the California Central Valley.  I moved in with my eldest brother.  A person who has always been in to cool things like UFOs, conspiracies, mysticism, and anything esoteric.  After living with him for a month or two, a delightful little surprise plopped in to my lap.  333 and his son, 33 graced me with their presence once again.  Now I knew that it was time to figure out what this was all about.  I simply googled, "Seeing 333 everywhere".  To my joy, I discovered that maybe this wasn't a bad omen after all.


333 - 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.


After reading this and other information on the history of the number, I decided to embrace this strange happenstance with open arms.  I began to think of myself as lucky.  Perhaps something bigger than myself and maybe the entire universe was choosing to communicate with me.


I grew up in a Catholic household. I was forced to go to church every Sunday until I was 18 years old.  Suffices to say, I stopped going on my 18th birthday. I hold no hard feelings toward the religion, I simply just didn't get it.  I never felt what I was constantly told I was "supposed" to feel.  From 18-25, I honestly didn't know if I believed in a higher power.  It wasn't until this last year that I really started figuring out what I believed in.  I'm happy to say that I have become a lot more spiritual than I ever was in the past. And to be honest, I feel right at home. I'm still on this personal journey toward self-discovery and I realize that it is a journey that never ends.  But let me tell you, I'm diggin' the ride.  I couldn't be happier, learning these new things that just click with me.  


It was early 2011 that I began to watch Jake Kotze's amazing videos.  I was introduced to synchronicity and synchromysticism for the first time, but to be honest, I felt as if I always knew what it was, I just didn't know what to call it until now.  When I was a child, I was constantly coming up with ideas for films., whether they be simple synopses or full scripts.  I was always confused/surprised to later discover that a film in Hollywood was being made with the exact same plot.  If this were to happen today, I would either chalk it up to me reading about it on a movie site, and "forgetting", or more extensively, realizing that once an idea is formed, it is then part of this collective cloud of consciousness (333) that everyone has the ability to tap in to either subconsciously or unconsciously.


This thing called existence is a pretty bizarre carnival ride we're all on.  I'm still trying to figure out my place in it all. I've always been a very joyful, easy-going, happy person, so I like to think that maybe my contribution to this world is to spread happiness like mayo on a slice of bread.  And maybe even turn some people on to synchronicity in the process.  


Like I said, this is starting off as a diary of these strange events, but who knows what will come out of it. 
Only time will tell.


Enjoy 'Synchrotastic'.


-Dom