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Corelian Traveler Intro

 It is the year 1976 August 15th, on a Sunday clear night in Florida a TR3B takes flight across the Gulf coast to code in the Calypso to the shores of south Miami en route to the Panama Canal and headed after towards a turbulent Bermuda Triangle. Radio signals disappear in a nucleic electrical maintenance blackout in the state reserves. Jimmy Carter becomes president. Migrations come in waves into cities. The world awaits a sign of relief.

 A baby was born in the spring of a third-generation family in the US as a whole in the nation's capital after riots and the resurrection of the city with pockets of despots and underground motors running like clockwork for the generous mysterion. Prophets and prophetic elders aligned their counsels in their clerical works and doings and dispatched systematically a new era of continental traveling for the people. 

Siblings watch over the eyes of the baby and speak in words that he doesn’t understand only to be washed by the ears of the mother in warm salt baths to prevent sickness and other remedies. The family was poor yet widely appreciated by the community of civil rights and yet the ’80s was only 3 years away and the year after Reagan became president. The baby was already walking into trouble with a fall and rise to many occasions even for a stitch on a broken chin. The neighborhood of unrest for decades later. 

Sometimes it said it's the things we think we know for sure to fool us all. The ’80s picked up schoolers and exaggerated outcomes of the 70’s sex life into the high fast life of the wicked peak of pop culture social facade for drugs. I remained steadfast watching from all corners. Opening the eyes of toleration and determination of mad ambitions. I stepped out the door and what looked like a homeless man with a 34-year coin in his hand said his family was lost and drank himself to oblivion. I leaned out to see who it was. It was a former military fellow high ranking officer who ventured into the Vietnam war with ended up at the doorstep of Manhattan with declarations of rewards.

 Seconds later a pre-teen gypsy-like angelic girl passes by with a doll in one hand and just stares at the man and goes over to him holding his hand. She said, “don’t worry I know where he needs to go. ‘Sandy let's get coffee’”. He gets up, thank god, and moves on with the girl to another set of steps talking to a man at the door. Bringing out coffee and conversations and bringing him in, the girl gets her money and walks over to the candy store. Her mother was waiting very frail and sick-eyed for the attention of other men. I thought the outbreak of hepatitis A was done. 

What now? People are still dropping like fleas. The conscious topographic mind trip of civilization in flames in NY was dismounting from smokes in the Bronx redline fires. What now? Can’t get a grip for every second. It’s time for a job, a real hike. I walk towards the metro and wind up taking a train to the Pentagon and call my RnR off the hook for good.

It’s the year 2099. To see my gravesite dismantled but the story monumentally remains in still waters. An urban fortune teller begins to breathe in and out meditations in millions of colors of breaths running out of control into a lucid screen on the street at night. It’s after a nucleic gas explosion that decimated most of Washington DC. Probably a resurrection crisis or an engineer malfunction. Do dead cities turn out this way like they did in NY? How do we define what’s there and what’s not? Where do we go from here? How do we take more risks in getting lost with the ones we would love?.. Will this time dimension take us to the right universe? These questions I held back for days without guidance but in solemn prayer over wonder or ego. These ideas have to be smashed eternally.

Just above my hair raises and neon cycles above an airlift sedan come closing in. Must have been a rich decadent or someone I’ve helped along the way. He gets to port A61 radio re-charge. Bats and other critters prop out of the exposed engine in the back and steamed Thorium mini crystal-like rain as it embarked. “Christ, where have you been?”, “we’ve been waiting for you for a little while and wanted to know if you wanted to have a drink with us on the archangel’s flagship?” I said “Where’s that? I have no idea where..” he held his hand out interrupted and said “don’t worry it’s not a wet ship like the ones you witnessed in Florida back in the ’70s in all honesty”, in all honesty, what does this guy think I am a whimsical clown ready to act on a board of many like myself no way am I getting sold on that. “She’s waiting to see you inside”... I shut up and like a fool for taking an RnR I was sold by his courtesy and compassion. 

In the Corellian code of Kor, we left on a good start with fighting the enemy hand-to-hand combat and taking the rest of the galaxy but this time we’re dealing with sea anemones of the planet diced in half taking part of the wormhole of existence. I followed the chap and felt that I was a bit peeved about the occasion and remained calm, cool, and collective.

It was an IDF bounty hunter sending me to reflect on carbon damages on an off-world twin planet, but in another universe and decided to drop me off in Kabul in 1984. My pod crashed on a hill. I was torn up a bit dying from the outside in. I wasn’t too clear-eyed either. But not toxically from the inside. My shield reflector kept my eyes safe and a staunch military grunt looked over at me with a lady taking off her helmet and scarves and they said “Welcome to war. If you stay here you will be fucked by the Muhammadan scouts..” “trust me they will find you quicker than..” “Let's go '' the meatheaded man said..” no time to lose for this fucker”.. Sounded Russian. Still apprehension after the crash landing and rockets flying over the mountain heavy artillery fire and machine gunfighting. Juggernauts running with Vulcan gunfire. This was too much!” Am I still on earth?” “Yes” as the voice wandered down the valley. “You didn’t get too far” I’m starting to get my senses back… ok maybe that coffee was needed and I didn't say the right thing to my driver. Whether he’s dead or locked in the barge in space. I gotta get back to the pentagon. But how? I was later carried by a cot onto a chinook and saw some of the action from above. I was back on base then later back on the pentagon in a holding cell. I was still breathing but in pain due to the injuries and vaccinations. 

A cardinal approached the door talking to a high-ranking officer. They both looked at the portal window and shut it. It became dark and I was screaming in my head without knowing. I heard laughter, the kind that pierces the soul, in disorientation and without devices. Completely stripped of my navigation. Defecated in a straight jacked for days and nights. Chatter comes closer to the door.

In quiet moments the blinds automatically open above and the door portal slings open. “Corellian gets up, we're taking you to the docs for colonoscopy.” “What the fuck you lock me in here and take me to do an anal probe? Fuck no!” “‘tension tension’ that’s not the way a priest will handle you” “Where am I? Where am I!!!!” I convulse into a fetal I just want to know where I am.”

“Eyes wide open welcome to the stellar zone distance 50 km towards Alpha Centauri where all the travel guides have been waiting to see you” “Who are you?!” “I know where Alpha Centauri is” Which universe am I in today? Where did you drop me?

“You're back where you left in 2099 but just only 300 years after.””We’ll clean in you in the cryo station department” “No pod escape on this flight” ”You’ll be fine” I felt cold ease on my neck and was knocked out for a day. I woke up in the middle of my sleep feeling it harder to breathe. As plasma fills my lungs with puro oxygen”. I slept more and got on the verge of dreamland.

Alpha Centauri Qi 31 is the portal of time-traveling planets and the rising of so many resurgent fellowships. I’ve never dreamed of coming to this point in the future until now. What a dream and what a world. The view from the osprey on the planetary drop of flying geese in the heights in flocks being torched by a cast of gigantic proto-pterodactyls. The civil war still exists but that’s 80% covered anything that could happen in a siege of a city for 100’s of years here as if watching a Russian ballet drop a nutcracker suite on the phantom opera in mars the convergence of a new violet planet illusion. Colors are emphatically seen differently after Mars colonization and the way we see things after visualizing all the wars that had passed as if the former diagnosis of Post-traumatic symptoms have been eradicated and TBI restored to computing virtual mending diagnostics. It still has its parts of greens and greys hills and murky waters with sturgeons all underneath the surfaces. It is definitely surreal. 

I was getting hungry and thirsty for more time traveling. I talked to the portal panelist and they directed me to the mess hall deck beyond the observation deck showing landing signs of turbulence I held on. “We’re not going too far” “The skies the limit” another bolt of lightning hits the thrusters and is repaired quickly in time to embark on the planet for traveling business. But we have to make it really quick before anything else. I have to make it back to 2099 on earth to complete my coverage of the ’80s otherwise we’d lose Rachel to overdose, which most of the teens back then had done anyway. What is one versus the many that had been prophesied? Besides, those billions were lost to wars, diseases, and pandemics afterward.

 I had my first cup of coffee in such a long time. The bean of that coffee was potent and thick as a fist. I could drink it right out of the bean-like coconut. But instead was a compositionally 3D generated flavored coffee liquid bean that tastes like chicory and Ojibwa tea combined. Very strong rustic taste. They say if you drink too long of the fruit your eyes will change colors and your mind will go wild.

Things to consider

 When listening to indigenous peoples and elders when they speak. Consider listening with:

 kindness

love

compassion

courtesy

justice.

Review your concurrent resources and references. Understand and don't estimate the power of nature and people. Whether it be regional, continental, communal or ecstatic, or intergenerational. There are so many tribes as much as there are so many principles to follow through. These practices and thoughts are what I call the intuition of our future long-lasting life in the fellowship of humanity.

Here's the Leather Deal

Here's the deal on Bisexual masculinity, so far the representing flag for Bisexual Masculines is in MIA today which queer and gays identifying as a dom role is a positive yes! This includes leather and bear masculinity and some or poly straight sexuality with above or low down on the hank roles.

Role models who have been there in the inclusivity of these categories below:

Politicians
Actors
Musicians
Former Ravers, Dj's, Musicians, Dancers and caravans
Bodybuilders
Spiritual Leaders
Butches
Strippers mainly respectively within BDSM
Pornographers live and video models
Bikers
Cyclists
Cowboys
some surfers
City Farmers

Some exceptions such as minimal feminine behavioral observations and if not spotted or acted gestures. Highly autonomous yet open discussed within communities.

Some viewable examples sober and including non-sober environments that tend to co-exist or share co-existences.
Some acts which show exhibited but not limited to:
Mooning or Crotch gestures
Kissing
Arm Wrestling and dare stares
holding hands is highly suggested
rubber doll or silicon dolls experiences which include BDSM training.
Fleshlights and some abstinence and stream video exhibition.

Five Basic Principles I live by today

Inner Peace

Service

Purpose

Spirituality

Health

Genisis of 105470 AD

Centipedes walking in and out of a window frame. In milliseconds these creatures reach their terminal holes and crouch in deeply in the suits of a lost man on a meteorite with chips of golden hardware obliterated and splintered across the miniature craitor going miles into space dust in both timelapse and slow motion. The hands and feet are shrunken over time and drifting as a part of the pinned oblique rock that’s stagnant in a forward direction as it spins and forming with other culminating smaller meteorites particles creating a fractal abys within the dead terrestrial objects inside the dark obsidian thorian molds featuring an alm of ambience and a electro-load cybergenic gothic glow. As if the rock was became a sentient impact defying fossilization.

As this gentle feature floats asteroids and shooting stars and other extraterrestrial flights implode through lightspeed in the distance through hindsight across the Andromeda median light gradation. Many star clusters have traced their paths I wonder how many life forms have fleeted and conformed and subdued to subsequent succumb from life and waiver of essence of time.

From her stellar isotope peak tension like a nipple to a newborn terrestrial mammal you can see the filtering of nebulas forming and black holes saving them through all higher powers at work of bending the dynamic universal shafts of galaxies in the universe’s space terrestrial stratospheres. In time these stars with planets drop deep into these bends of abyss without a moment’s notice within the eye that can not defilter and tract any attention variably.

Who’s creating all these objects of light and matter of dark. What is beyond the functioning of these stars as a whole… is there any more beyond space? Who will ever go where no man has ever gone before?

From earth to the universe we discover we generate these questions from generation to generation detailing the meaning throughout time and subsequently finding more meaning to what we discover each time facing the realities and coming to appeal more meaning.

Life is not an island or a pirates cove on a meteorite. But it’s a pin hole to the dust bin of time that we give it from day one when we landed as a formula anomaly in subconscience of terrestrial matter and life after succumbing other extraterrestrial rations what was here before. Defying improbability and cumulating over evolution time after millenniums and generations beyond the maker’s tongue of existence or even from our creators vocal presence. From mirrors to mirrors and reflection of our creators there’s no pit stop. The new passing plateau of co existence has far formulated a new Annunaki tale of the reaches of existence. Where in other worlds are less likely forgiving. This is the tale of the new Annunaki life here on our earth. This is where the rejoining of what our future has entitle us to join in. Far beyond any civilization can spectacle in time lapse or in  slow motion of simple memory. What the Annunakis gave us is materially non existent like the Daleks of emptiness in a walkable city. They’ve gone beyond the antidote of time and purity of knowledge within formulation of light and passable travel. For here I end this note of givingness and passing the light within be that was formulated by love or a character similar to creation within that principle of our makers.

The Babylonians did not know how to overcome the power of succumb death when they themselves partaken in their own ratio of sacrificing their own kin to nearly zero. The power that be in higher power sense in affection to life in singularity of the mind soul and spirit is nearly what a binary power that pulls and pushes. There for it exists with and without computing technology. However the Annunakis can trace that beyond our timeline.

The story begins. The new dawn of civilization in the year of 105470 AD. The highest peaks of constructional frames reaches far the earth in reach of the atmosphere without a break of high winds or space debri. An elder priest at a temple is giving a sermon in hebrew for the latter men and women in the highest room. “It’s about time,..” in archaic english, The high priest Elders in this Quorum formulate a greeting passage entry to the next chamber. The chamber elevates upward and slow enough to not lose balance yet each level brightens up the chamber and the gravity is acutely lifting the feet to a very slight artificial gravitational pull to the floor surface.. The elder warmly smiles. Then he knocks with his staff twice to the elevated floor. The shaft opens in the midst of our terrestrial planetary atmosphere all areas except under the feet. “Hashem Mallechem see all the stars in our time, the prophecies has spoken and given us this gift. You may go beyond to reach our brethrens and sound the message beyond the tithes of hope.” “This is not the first time you will see this.. Let’s go..” The young boy slowly falls asleep under the elder’s cloak descending and gravitationally to the Quorum chamber.

Interrupted towards their cryogenic chamber a member of the high priest in the malchadesic groups and the short Sephardi elder of Lehi behind him murmurs in hebrew ascending his staff, the Malchedessic priest after getting translation asks in hebrew “Who are you?” and the highest priests forms in light and visibly mirrors in 10 separations of his physical light in their presence uniformly speaking “I Moshe am unto you, i can no longer go in and I can no longer go out” and the illusion falls downward and splinters into earth blooming matter on earth in every possible direction.

Grey's Noir Futurism

Today I had an interesting dream related to when I was leaving the scientology affiliation back in 2012-2013. I was heavily into the courses and found myself overwhelmed and withdrew from the courses. I couldn’t help to get the other church group I was involved with to help me with the dis-association with that later group. I left nearly unconditionally with one exception underlying a friendship departure and inter personal struggle of my own emotional set backs and weakness. My malady departed with those weaknesses with every religious or non religious groups I belonged to and sought them to help me be at right size. every moment in between I found to be at life terms to deal within my means. I later found mysteries of my own eluded thoughts on cryogenics and human development. I don’t take things seriously when I get engulfed with wonder and then have a deep breath of “ah so that’s why” way of shema before resting or sleep. Then my dreams become overfilled with strangeness of Greys and other filtering cryogenic stories of today into tomorrow passions of human capacity and beyond. The dimensions of travel between space and time created a bend in between moments of time from universal realities that we had once thought were dreams or fantasies. For instance the characterization if not the emotional affiliation of romance in roman era were but a mere example between mental physical and spiritual intensities. That could of happened weather you were at a temple or by the sea ports. Which is why those internalization become a serious predicament and an en-grained when for an example Mount Vesuveous erupted over Pompeii. Or the flood between Human Genesis.. or vastly deaths gathered by the catacombs of Paris.

The bend however explains this from point a to c. Point B is below and goes up and down vertically in one point but in two ratios, when a to c goes horizontal as two points of eminent time space travel in the universe. This is why we have sometimes split dimensions in the universe and divide between human and the connection between our primordial existence in the universe. Point A however resolves the interaction as a first navigator or compass to which we set the sails to a greater wider picture of our existence. It sets the sail to both what is real and illusion. The yin the yang the keter and the kefer. It all comes together in the center and creates almost an omni presence between the two worlds and bridges them in a transitional blink of an eye. Some would say it’s a miracle and others can detect it. The science and spiritual can exist. So do the areas which we all see as a prominent presence of the here and now which also is pertained in the future in short of words. Futurism by language is like chop chop from the sentence to brief expression. From Expression to abbreviated word to even the letter form of a character joining the spiritual to the here and now. Which can activate truths in the past and the future into the present. The works have been made and said since the beginning of time. A universe beyond the universe and the space between the two are set in different increments of travel or matter of existences.

The dream I had was in relation to the opting of grey and god in action followed by unknown awakening of the inner spirit and instinct which can connect between each other communicating the present and watching the future of an existing spiritual being present in a dream like state. Such as in the midst of waking up.