The Genocide of Trees

These old ones that dwell upon us, who live for 100 to 1000 years,  much like the ancient Saguaro cactus. Who has forgotten the memory of the Sycamore tree, the glorious white barked tree that holds the mystery of the old world, much like a weeping willow? 

Well, this apartment complex nearby where I live, just chopped down all their fucking trees. We're talking trees that are like over 100 years old, over a dozen of them, and there was nothing wrong with them. I wonder why?

Well, apparently the people here in this city in which I live are at war against the trees, but really most of the common people are completely unaware of it, because they are asleep and cannot be held accountable for their incompetence, because they are completely out of their minds. Meanwhile the real perpetrators are invisible, and act very much like foreign diplomats with international immunity.

The travesty has happened. You can call it a genocide, a massacre of Ancient Wisdom, like Avatar, all the trees are connected, and these were old trees all killed at the same time. That's what it is, and I am probably one the very few people here who have noticed that it is happening. 

These are some pictures from an apartment complex that I walk by sometimes. I don't live there but I walk by there and it use to to be very nice, a park like atmosphere, full of well established sycamore trees, but for some reason the apartment complex decided to chop them all down within the last two weeks, destroying perfectly healthy Sycamore trees that have been here for more than a hundred years. 

So, I walked around and photographed the tree stumps. I'm using a generic camera, so if things look a little weird, that's why. I probably should have gotten a Go Pro. I also wish I would have gotten a good Nikon or Cannon camera with extended telephoto lens, but I've completely run out of money now, so making the best of what I have. 

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This final picture of myself, you must understand, is not a hunter posing in front of a trophy kill, but rather of an investigative journalist attending a funeral, exposing the crime of illegal poaching of an endangered species. It is not a time of celebration, but a time of mourning.

Journeys Out of the Body

So, I started reading this book that's been on my radar for a few years now, about astral travel and out of body experiences. It's called "Journeys Out of the Body" by Robert A. Malone. 

Its primary thesis is that every living human being, besides having a physical body, also has a second non-material body, existing in the ethereal dimension of dreams. When you go to sleep, sometimes you are not just dreaming, you are actually traveling to real places in your sleep. Meaning, it's not imaginary, but is quite real. Except that when you travel this way you're like a ghost, and most people can't see you, but at the same time you might also see and interact with dead people, and with non-human entities as well. Also, when you go to sleep and travel outside of your body, you may travel to other planets and other dimensions, and may even travel backwards and forwards in time.

Reading this book reminded me of myself as a teenager in the 1990s, and how at the time I was obsessed with supernatural phenomena, ESP, time travel, parallel universes, the quest for immortality, and the ascension into higher realms and higher states of consciousness. I remember being 14 years old and discovering the authors Hermann Hesse and Carlos Castaneda, and the subjects of astral projection, lucid dreaming, and shamanism.

I haven't really thought about it for awhile, but there was a time in my youth in which I was a serious seeker. But somehow the responsibilities of adulthood have caused me to forget. Anyway, I'm reading this book, which narrates events that happened in my grandparents era, that of the 1940s to 1960s, about a man documenting the process of experimenting with astral travel to other dimensions in time and space. 

I woke up this morning too early. Like I'd been asleep for less than four hours, but I couldn't get back to sleep, so I read my book for a few minutes, and then shortly later went back to sleep, in which I dreamt of speaking face to face with an elderly white bald man without eyes, but having scars where the eyes should be, and all that existed to see was a small red slot over a scarred eye socket in which I stared intently into. I communicated with this man briefly, in which he told me that he knew the secrets for traveling to other worlds, and asked if I was there to learn them. 

I woke up, having no memory of anything else, but I think it will be something that I will explore further.

Hiking in Desert Washes, Introduction

So, I put a new video up on YouTube. So far, I have put two videos of me playing tennis, but I would like to do more travel videos. Right now I'm having fun hiking in desert washes.

It was very windy that day. It was, after all, Saint Patrick's Day, a day when the tricksters like to play. It sounds even louder on camera than it did in person, but it was in fact very noisy, very loud, and somewhat disorientating. I would say that the windy conditions were somewhat unusual, not something that happens very often. I was protected by my hoodie and mirrored glacier sunglasses though. That's why I was having fun, because I was protected, much like a traveler on another planet wearing a specialized space suit. 

Overall, I would say it was a good experience, and if you would like to see a glimpse of what I saw, the link is posted above.

Marching On

I need to probably have only one computer, only one interface, and only one primary recorder of reality. It would make my attempt at investigative journalism so much easier. 

Instead, I'm like going back and forth between work computer, personal computer, and computer for just watching movies and playing games, but then when you see something great that triggers a spontaneous insight that may not be on a channel optimized for recording, you just might miss some extremely valuable content. 

Anyway, some notes that I have transcribed here, based on the input from another machine, that I unfortunately was not able to take a screenshot of.

"You could blink your eyes and literally be transported into another world. Outwardly everything appears the same, but the people are different."

A spontaneous insight based on a recollection of events after having shopped at a store earlier today.

Also, I have uploaded a new video on my YouTube Tennis channel. I will probably be putting up some new content related to "Learning to Play the Ukulele". Also, most likely will be creating an Internet Archive account, becoming an archivist, very soon, and hopefully updating my "Unlisted Books" page as well.