control what I was writing. I didn’t know what I had written when I published a chapter of my book “The Path” on the internet. That book was the seed of the “Alternative History” series. I didn’t know how I looked; it wasn’t me doing it. It was as if the system was doing it through me. Everything seemed to be left to chance. And what I wrote, said, or did – it was as if the system did it all through me. I could record a video, wave my hand, and say something, but I wasn’t conscious of it. It wasn’t planned at all; it wasn’t me doing it. And the point is that now I seem to be returning to that state again. And while I haven’t fully transitioned there yet, I can prepare myself for when the system speaks through me, without my conscious mind. Right now, I’m preparing. And what kind of platform will I leave for myself in that world, so that I have a place to publish or show something, or to tell stories? This is what’s happening now. It’s very curious.
Because I could publish a book and disappear, or maybe I’ll still need to answer people’s questions online. I don’t know yet...
Right now, on one hand, it feels as if I’m moving there, that’s how it seems, how it feels. I’m moving into that world. But in reality, it’s the Spirit moving into me. But this time, it’s final. What Big Alexander used to say, that the Spirit was always “trying me on.” But this is just a thought form, a metaphor. In fact, it’s not like that at all. It’s just a convenient way to describe it to people, using familiar images. He used to say, “The Spirit is trying me on.” But now, for me, it feels different – though it’s still the same thing – it feels as if it’s not the Spirit that’s trying me on and will soon fully enter me. It feels as though I, as a person, have always been, as I’ve written before, about 90-something percent without a mind, but still clinging to the material world. And now I’m finally letting go of those last percentages, becoming 100% “without a mind.” This is what I’ve been preparing for all my life, and now it seems I’m ready for it, and this transition is already happening. I’m just writing it down. And no matter how it seems to you, even as I write now about how yesterday, the 10th, I came to understand this state, and today, the 11th, I write that I’ve closed myself off a bit. But even though I write that I’ve closed off, there is still a strong haze emanating from me. People who happen to be near me lose track of time and space. They may not even understand time. It’s still there, even though I’m aware and writing. I’ve experienced this in miniature several times before, and now I’m demonstrating it again – I’ve done what people in this matrix, in the old one, were living for.