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Why a Flat Earth Bothers Me

The internet these days is full of flat Earthers it seems attempting to wake us up to the biggest lie ever perpetrated on humanity. Some of these people are conspiracy theory junkies, others are religious people who literally believe the Bible. However, many seem to be bright individuals who started thinking about the problem and came to the conclusion that the Earth is flat. Once you get to that point then everything is a big lie. NASA, Science, Scientists, Teachers, Astronauts…. everything is cock and bull story. The Moon landings must be a hoax is the next step. Anything that disproves a flat Earth is a part of the cover up, conspiracy, lies…..

I have given the flat Earth theory some thought as well. I fly a lot. I see the Earth’s curvature. I see ships disappear over the horizon. I have examined Moon rocks under the microscope as a Geology student, I know planes follow straight lines and can fly around the world. I do not believe for a minute that the Earth is anything but a globe spinning around the Sun.

However, I also believe more strongly everyday that we create our own reality. If we feel with conviction that something is so then it can be so. This is what bothers me. Flat Earthers have abandoned one reality thought paradigm for another. In actuality, I cannot say which reality perception is correct or true. For me, there is no longer any truth either. Truth is not and cannot be actual for it is a part of the reality that I have created. Yes, we live in a matrix and yes, we can take the blue or the red pill but this does not lead us to the utter and absolute truth for we are incapable of knowing absolute truth. We can only conceive of our own truth. Truth is elusive. Truth is like the Holy Grail that we seek and yet never find. It does exist but not for us. It cannot exist for us because we can only perceive. We cannot directly observe.

This is where I suddenly find myself nervous. What if the Earth is flat? What if it is all a tissue of lies? I could never know this for sure.

Those that believe the Earth is flat have created a new perceived reality for themselves. The common ‘facts’ we take as proof are just an aspect of our matrix of thought and they are no longer true for someone who has created a different thought matrix.

The older I get, the less I think I know. The less certain I become about anything. Do I see curvature because my mind places curvature there? To fit my thought reality system?

This is rather unsettling to tell you the truth (if there is a truth).

In the end, everything is a mental construct and I create out of data (that is likely all there is in actuality – energy data), what I have trained my mind to perceive. My brain sits between me and actuality and interprets what I interact with. I have programed myself and truth is simply a part of that program.

Perception is everything.

Isn’t it?

In magic, we learn about ourselves and we try to strip away the ego tainted view of the world. We assign forces to things and we name those things spirits, deities or whatever. We then find that those things become real to us for we have rewritten our matrix and our way of perceiving. We live in another world of archetypes and forces that we believe we can control. Imagination is the engine of all of this work. So what if we imagine the Earth as flat then?

Perhaps there are as many realities as there are people.

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The Face of Silence

The face of silence has pursed lips

Reacted to sordid video clips

Inside is still, be still

Outside is all about steely will

The face of silence is deeply wrinkled

An ageless piano gently tinkled

Stillness rippled still

Empty silence to fill

The face of silence is a bore

One unsightly redeye sore

Be still, be still

Staring from my windowsill

The face of silence is no more

Thunderously loud to the core

Be still, take your fill

Deafeningly loud but be still

In the silence

In the emptiness

Thunderous applause

In the stillness

In the void

Explosive sounds

Ironic

But still

Truth

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Investigating the Black Eyed Kids

I run a site called My Haunted Life Too in which people submit their own true experiences of the paranormal. I posted the story and traffic to the website grew tenfold overnight. It seems I wasn’t the only one creeped out by the story as it went viral on social media; shared and shared again. Then, story after story started to flood in about BEK and Black Eyed People. Many of these encounters seemed to follow a well-worn and similar format to the first submission. Here is that first submission.

A few months ago, I visited my mother in Amarillo. She lives in a nice area that has a good reputation. I was expecting to have a nice vacation and spend some quality time with her, as she is getting older. We spent the afternoon together and that evening, she went to bed. I wasn’t tired so I decided to watch some TV, and catch up with my friends on Facebook. About an hour later there was a knock on the door. I was a little taken aback as this area was normally dead after ten.

I went into the kitchen to try and look out to see who was at the door. The knocking was persistent. It wasn’t like the average elder visit where a knock would be followed by silence. This was a constant tap-tap-tap.

I was starting to get tired of this idiot knocking on the door so I went to the porch and opened the door. Two teenagers stood there. One looked around fourteen, the other around sixteen. I instantly wondered if they were at the wrong house as I was the only person under thirty in my family. There was no possible reason for these kids to be here.

They said nothing so I asked them what they wanted. The older one told me that he was sorry for waking me up, but wanted to come in and use the phone. He explained that they had been left in the area by their parents and needed to call someone. As he finished speaking he just stared at me. When I saw his eyes, I couldn’t tear myself away. They were completely black. Just black. I couldn’t break away from his gaze. I had a huge urge to just stand back and let them in. As we stood there staring at each other he started talking again. This time he wasn’t asking. He was demanding that I let him in. The façade was gone. Whatever he wanted would only “take a few moments” and then they would leave. He wanted me to “let him in and help him.”

I broke my eyes away and realized that I was actually stepping backwards. I hurriedly told them to get off the porch and find help elsewhere. I closed the door with them still standing there and heading towards the phone. I called the police, and told them that there were a couple of kids in the area who seemed to be up to no good. They told me later that they did a thorough check—but didn’t find anything. No one else in the area had seen them either. My mother hadn’t even heard them or the knocking. When I told her about it she just dismissed it as the youth of today with poor manners.

She didn’t see their eyes. I felt absolutely terrified and I felt at odds with their will. I think they meant to do me harm. Has anyone else had any experience with black-eyed kids?

Submitted by Deana M

That was the first story that awoke me to this strange phenomenon known as the Black Eyed Kids or BEK and with my curiosity piqued; I had to find out more. What were these young kids with black eyes doing knocking on people’s doors and terrorizing communities with their strange activities? My research took me into uncharted territory for me and the deeper I dug, the more I became convinced that these beings exist. What are they? Well, I offer a few ideas in my new book – The Black Eyed Kids – Your Haunted Lives 3…..

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Out Soon – Your Haunted Lives 3 – The Black Eyed Kids

Sometime later this week, my latest book will be released on Kindle and available at all Amazon sites. Here is the description to whet your appetites…

There is a knock at the door late at night. You answer it to find two small children standing there. You are filled with a sudden but inexplicable fear. “Let us in,” they say. “We need to use the phone.” It is at that point that the fear turns to utter dread as you see that these kids have completely black eyes……

Your Haunted Lives 3 – The Black Eyed Kids, is an exploration of this terrifying phenomenon using true stories of encounters with Black Eyed kids (BEK) submitted to the My Haunted Life Too website. G. Michael Vasey examines the evidence and investigates the BEK, coming to some startling and shocking conclusions. Are they demonic soul eaters responsible for the disappearance of some of the 90,000 Americans missing at any point in time? Or, is this just another urban legend – another bogeyman designed to keep you awake at nights? Read the book and find out!

Excerpts –

“Myth and legend is also replete with soul eaters or beings that live off the souls of men. These dark shadowy beings are sometimes described as having black eyes or have no eyes at all – just dark holes were their eyes should be.”

“As the guy entered, he kept staring at me, and I noticed that he had no whites in his eyes. They were totally black! No life in them at all.”

“That’s when I saw they were completely black, no iris, no white, nothing.”

“What are these kids? What do they want? Some say they’re demons, others say they are lost spirits? I have no idea what they are—but they terrified the hell out of me.”

““You need to let us in,” one of them screamed pointing at us.”

An investigation by supernatural expert, G. Michael Vasey, into the horrors of the Black Eyed Kids. Grab this book now and the next time you hear a knock at the door, you will think twice before answering it!

Your haunted Lives 3 – The Black Eyed Kids by G. Michael Vasey.

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The Blogger’s Nightmare?

I have been blogging for years. Really! I built my first blog back in 2004 and have been going ever since. In all that time, I have continually wondered if I am just talking to myself? A quick look at visit stats tells me I am not of course but it is definitely a blogger’s nightmare. On the other hand, why would it be so bad? Isn’t blogging the modern equivalent of writing a diary?

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Shock and Awe

I haven’t posted in a while. Quite honestly, I am simply shocked. The lack of leadership. It’s amazing.

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Kindle Books at Reduced Prices for a Limited Time!

A couple of books will be at reduced prices for the rest of this week and over the weekend…so now just might be the time to grab one or both of them.

Your Haunted Lives is priced at just 99cents or 99pence on Amazon and Amazon UK respectively.

The Mystical Hexagram is also significantly discounted…

Happy Purchasing.

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War

I had a vision one day

So difficult to explain or to say

We were all just One

And that One was God

It was Life

Humanity

Yet, we nailed ourselves to the cross

Of materialism

And depravity

And we rejoiced

In our ignorance

of division

Yes – Joy division

I’m here to tell you

We need a revision

We need a rethink

We need to stop and contemplate

Before it is simply to late

I feel the winds of war

I feel the stench of depravity

I feel the inevitable

The war of us and them

Them and us

Us against us

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Murder of Self

Humanity

Insanity

The walls grow

Between us

And I just sit and cry

And ask why?

Humanity

Depravity

Why do we constantly

Reach the lowest common denominator

How do we not see?

The sheer fragility

The depths of our soul

The realizations

That would make us whole?

Corruption

Destruction

That seems to be us

Always seeking

The next thing to hate

That is our eternal state

No wonder we were cast out

It was a total rout

We fell and are still falling

And I am in mourning

Seeing the bigger picture

As opposed to the blister

That I have the urge to scratch

There can be no redemption

Until we finally see

That you, you are me

And I am you

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Oi! Wake Up!

In recent months I have been dreaming a lot. Dreams that go on and on even allowing for a bathroom break. Today I noted that this type of dreaming always seems to occur in periods of realization for me. I haven’t properly meditated in months and I have been thrashing around like a beached whale unable to act on anything. I marked this down perhaps to depression and periodically talked myself into starting again. However, each new initiative was short lived.

Then a couple of nights ago I saw a movie on TV. It made me realize that all too often I look outside for answers that actually are to be found inside. Suddenly, a rush of realizations came to me. One was that I already know what I need to know but I keep forgetting it. Now, this may seem a strange thing to say but when I get things in meditation, while they may be intense experiences at the time, they fade. In fact, the entire feeling or much more – the entire mindset – seems to fade as consciousness returns to normal.

The pattern is always the same. The dreams start and then coincidences occur and with a jolt, I reawaken momentarily and read my own blog….. the stuff I write is often coming from deep within me and it doesn’t reside in normal consciousness at all. The dreams and the coincidences have an effect of sending me back within.

I’m not sure if I am making progress or not but the Big Man keeps tapping me on the shoulder and saying “Oi! Wake up!”

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