This site features content directly visible in the Akashic Record by any 12th degree master or above. It focuses on dynamics of life pervading this physical universe, the genesis of which predates the collapse of prior magic, games, and home universes. As this content is wildly restimulative, most who visit this site will never return, dismissing it as fictional delusion. This is by design. Since almost all who read these words are functionally illiterate, feckless actors stuck in unoriginal characters acting out scripts that dramatize lose-lose games in compensation for personal ruin and decay, it will be easier to confront if everything on here is considered purely fictional -- fictional content written by fictional experts for fictional people.

Explore to your heart's content; your salvation, or ruin, is purely your own. Watching people hack stupidly at the branches on which they stand remains a steady source of lowbrow humor.

There is also a sibling site, thewayout.space, that offers a more gradient-friendly view of such matters, including pathways whereby life vectors can reach escape velocities sufficient to exit their mobius entrapment. This largely pertains to unconscious content in permanent restimulation that runs most incarnated beings on this planet like self-inebriated, desperate broken robots. As I add continue adding content as pleases One and All, much of the way out will emphasize how things work. Healthy people function better, and Truth sets men free. 

Between these two websites, I'll sum up a large part of the wisdom extant across the literatures of humanity, religious and otherwise, outlining a universal anthropology and the means by which mud and God, each and together, celebrate the music of the Ourspheres. Even those who believe they are their bodies or minds might find a glimmer of remembrance on these pages, shards reflecting the lies and traps into which they've fallen and now chain them upon their treadmills to oblivion.

As for those who still have life to lose, Bon Appétit... for in the darkest places where one does not wish to tread lay the greatest treasures, free to all yet scarcely celebrated.

Singing a Song in the Desert about Singing a Song in the Desert

This website is a lighthearted attempt at building a map of good, workable ideas to know. As such, most of this will never be taught in school, parroted by international media syndicates, or allowed in unbridled form within the public square.

I have elected to write it here for a few reasons that will become painfully obvious as you work through any of this content.

This is intended for an English speaking audience, though functional literacy is surprisingly uncommon. For context, I've met fewer than 4 dozen living people in my life who speak English reasonably well. I've also only met 3 actual Christians in my life, and I know what men and women are.

So there are a few first points of context for you. I'm merely One who's shed his lies without the shade of a Bodhi tree, who maintains enough volition and God powers to get precisely what he wants out of life and living, including plenty of money, hobbies, secret powers, anonymity, umpiring planetary games, and enjoying the agony and ecstasy of being embodied void.  

Privacy is the cost of liberty in all things.

Out of compassion, I will also tell you this -- I have not, are not, and will not suffer evil, negativity, oppressive or disruptive influences, or lies. To sin against me is to sin against Life. If you're going to come at me, keep a journal to capture what happens to you after. I'm dead serious, and you have been duly warned.

There is no requisite prereading, though I will occasionally recommend some content to help shore up open ports on your body, mind, and spirit.