FREQUENCIES TRAVELER AUGUST 28, 2016 Afternoons... I am starting my notes in the afternoons at present. These days, I suppose that I would describe the orbiting globes that I am visually recalling -- which I remember having seen in their physical state -- as being like ball bearings in appearance. The small metallic balls... or so they appeared to be... had been cycling behind my right eyeball, scraping the inside of that visual organ. "My pages are being filled with call-ins (call-ons?) and worthless crap," I said to the Voice this afternoon. Was this a complaint? How many years ago was it?... when the orbiting ball bearings were installed, remember? I do remember those orbiting globes even today, years later... And ... and... that projection screen -- which was installed inside my skull, without even a consultation with me, because the illegal viewer would find it easier to see streaming video or transmitted images or data passing through my head if my inner skull were darkened -- Now it was dark inside.... not blue.... where was that bright light and that inner eye I usually saw when I closed my eyes? "Institutes are worthless. Ft. Worth is worthless," some mind was agreeing with the text in my Comp Book. "Many levels above. Let go. Beyond. Stop hiding," I wrote, instructing Voice and the rest to move away from my mind. I was taking a moment to refer to those who are above and beyond all the SMARTBOX world, even above and beyond The Whole Thing. "Bibles are many," Voice said. "Full of division. Worthless for my purpose," I ventured. At that moment the only energy being expended was to refuse and to reject. NEXT PAGE Copyright 2016-2022.Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.All Rights Reserved. Background courtesy: Asha Ariel Aleia | |||||