I am referring to Alice`s rabbit hole, of course. I ask, because we are well down it, and headed still deeper.
I first began to appreciate the strategic role that white rabbits play in reality (and I am not kidding in the slightest) one sultry summer day in 1987. I had just been over to the anthropology faculty at the Autonomous University of the Yucatan to have a talk with the director.
I won`t bore you with the details of our little palaver. Suffice it to say that the meeting was over, it was suffocatingly hot, and anyone with any sense at all was swinging in a hammock in the shade, enjoying their siesta. I was wending my way slowly back to one of my favorite haunts just on the other side of the zócalo, in central Mérida. There was a juguería there with fresh mango juice, watermelon juice, orange, papaya, you name it. You had but to order it up and the girls behind the counter would produce it for you within a minute or two. Delicious stuff, the perfect counter to the sweltering, tropical heat.
Anyway, my route took me through an established, upper class neighborhood. I was familiar with the houses along the way, or so I thought, right up until the moment when I was stopped dead in my tracks by a most singular sight.
A huge, pure white rabbit was hopping around on the outside of a large, two storey house, midway between the first and second floors. There was a narrow ledge about 14 feet off the ground that ran all the way around the house between the first and second storeys, and the rabbit was calmly hopping along this ledge. I had never seen anything like that before. So I stopped to watch. The rabbit also stopped to watch. It wriggled its nose in my direction and then resumed hopping along the ledge.
That is when I noticed that the house was on fire! The windows on the upper floor were open, the shutters were flung back, and I could see flames leaping up in the interior of the house. You would have thought that this prospect would have alarmed me. But it did not. I stood there gazing at the house, the rabbit and the fire.
That`s when I noticed the children standing in one of the open windows. There were about three or four young children who stood there very calmly peering down at me. I quietly reflected that things didn`t quite add up. Right about then was when I saw the tall woman standing in the background, between the children and the flames. She was also looking at me.
As the flames leapt up inside the house and the huge white rabbit hopped along on the outside of the house, the small children and the tall woman looked wordlessly down on me. And I stood rooted to the sidewalk, gaping back at them.
It was a real Mexican stand off.
Everything was very quiet. The rabbit reached the corner of the ledge and disappeared from view, headed towards the rear of the house. I didn`t know what to think. The flames didn`t seem to be consuming the house. Neither the children nor the tall woman seemed concerned by the flames in the slightest. They completely ignored the rabbit, and vice versa.
I couldn`t understand what was happening at all. So I simply walked on, and as I went along things began to seem more normal again.
Not until later did I understand that this episode was but one small part of a loosely related sequence of events in which some of the sorcerers associated with Carlos Castañeda and don Juan Matus made cameo appearances in my life, in completely unanticipated ways, at times and places and under circumstances that I least expected. I won't elaborate about any of that at this time beyond remarking that I don`t understand those people at all. Their motivations, mentality and behavior are so way out on the farthest fringes of the bell curve that they defy easy description or comprehension.
I will simply observe that they can be unexpectedly outrageous, obnoxiously and offensively so, but also so silkily and uncannily smooth that their actions and presence are virtually not discernible at all. By that I mean that you would not remark upon them or notice them in any way, rather in the manner that unobtrusive wallpaper blends in so well to the overall ambiance of a room that ordinarily you ignore it almost totally.
I suppose they are like this because of their predilection for the nagual, and that is something you can't really talk about because the nagual defies rational comprehension. It simply cannot be understood by the human mind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Kubla Khan partially reflects what I am alluding to -- with its fantastic air of unimaginable artifice and magical device. What can I possibly add to this? ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves:
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 't would win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Coleridge is in a zone! - it is precisely this fantastic, unthinkable wonderland to which the present Earth prison so systematically endeavors to block access. Ultimately, the failure of the repressive control system is guaranteed, for the very same reason that you cannot grasp a block of Jell-O in your bare hand and forcefully clamp down on it, without the Jell-O squeezing through your fingers, in direct proportion to the force with which you clamp down on it.
That is why freedom ultimately takes the day -- because it is free! It cannot, therefore, be confined, because its essential nature defies confinement.
It is also true that the unfree, by definition cannot be free, because if they were free they would not be unfree. Simple. This especially applies to the repressive controllers of the contemporary Prison Planet Earth, aka, the Money Changers in the Temple, nowadays to be found on Wall Street and in other lairs, such as the City of London; who as a class are profoundly unfree and desperately want to enslave all humanity, both here and now and for all time to come.
Jesus Christ is reported to have made the following observation about the money-changing crowd:
“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.” (Mark 10:25, as recorded in the Christian Bible)
I mention this because the City of London (I`ll get back to Jesus´ comment in a minute) is one of the major centers from which the money-changing crowd project their wicked control structure over the entire planet. Please note, parenthetically, that the City of london is not the same as the greater urban area known as London, England. The City of London, also called the Square Mile, is a separate legal and political entity, a globally powerful and influential corporation that extends its dark tentacles of repression, exploitatioin and oppression worldwide. The roots of the City go back thousands of years, at least into classical antiquity, when it was the imperial Roman city of Londinium, a square mile of urban real estate within its surrounding Roman wall. So the City of London is a very ancient power center, extending at least back to imperial Roman times and continuing right down to the present day.
Anyway, getting back to Jesus´ remark about it being easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God, it is blatantly revealing of the mindset of the so-called Powers That Be to have very conspicuously placed the headquarters of the Bank of England on Threadneedle Street, in the City of London. Get it? They print as much money as they want, and to hell with Jesus Christ, because they are opposed to everything that he stands for, especially where economic justice and fairness are concerned. They´ll print as much money as they want and they´ll simply Lord it over everyone else.
That´s clear enough. If necessary, read the history of the English imperial project and the English monarchy for greater clarity as to what the Bank of England represents and facilitates.
These people serve an ancient power, a wicked force that for whatever reason is depicted by them as a dragon. They are actually very up front about it.
Please click here to see the large dragon that stands at the border of the City of London. When the British monarch enters the City s/he stops at the dragon to be ceremonially welcomed by the Lord Mayor of London, who is not the same person as the Mayor of London, and does not discharge the same office.
Click here to see the coat of arms of the City of London, which prominently features two dragons flanking a shield and knight's helmet with a dragon's wing sprouting from the top.
I can´t help but think of another reference from the Christian Bible:
"Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding in his hand the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain. And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil and Satan, ..." (Revelation 20:1-2, Christian Bible)
I don´t believe for one minute that the dragon symbolism associated with the City of London is coincidental or benign in any way, shape or form. We´re dealing with deep wickedness, with naked evil and the beings behind it all mean to hurt as many people as they can.
That is clear. There is a worldwide financial crisis that has brought untold millions of people to total ruin, and the worst is yet to come. The money changers in the City of London have played a huge role in this planet-destroying and human-race-enslaving apocalypse.
This is all part of the workings of the unspeakably ghastly agenda that is being played out on Earth by the coldly calculating Machine that has this planet and the human race in thrall. I have been shown numerous aspects of this Machine and how it operates by the shamanic plants in the Amazon region of South America, where I now reside. The plant kingdom understands very well what is happening on this world. They are very matter of fact about it all. They know very well what is going on, the scheme(s), the plan(s), the hideous deeds, the seamy, seedy, tawdry, vile sliminess of it all.
It´s unspeakably trashy, disgusting and foul. If you are living on this planet you virtually cannot get away from it. It´s everywhere, in everything and everyone, in lesser or greater degree.
The chemicals in the food are part of this agenda. The chemtrails are part of it. Deforestation of the planet´s great forests and destruction of the marine ecology of the world´s oceans and seas are part of it. Systematic dumbing down of the global population is part of it. The so-called "War on Terror" is part of it. The increasing criminilization of free speech is part of it. The fiat currency, debt-based financial system is part of it. The never-ending imperial wars, especially of the USA, are part of it. Extortionate taxation of the world´s working and productive classes is part of it. The coal, petroleum and nuclear power based energy industries are part of it. More specifically, the entire nuclear industry -- uranium mines and mills, uranium enrichment facilities, nuclear power plants, nuclear missiles and bombs, depleted uranium weapons -- all of this is incompatible with healthful, lomg-term habitation of this planet by human beings and most other biological life forms.
The explosions and melt-downs of the nuclear power plants at Chernobyl and Fukushima, and the near melt-down of the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant, have proven that humanity cannot handle nuclear power. We can´t control the power plants themselves and we have no workable answer for long-term disposal of nuclear waste.
We have opened a nuclear Pandora´s box, the nuclear demon has escaped, and we now have Hell to pay.
It may be that humanity will go extinct, and sterilize a huge part of the planet in the process. We are in deep trouble, I know that much. The crisis at Fukushima continues to worsen, and there are problems at other nuclear power plants within Japan, as well as in the USA, such as at San Onofre, in southern California near San Diego, where there are severe safety issues.
Just yesterday, there was a serious fire aboard a U.S. Navy nuclear submarine, docked in Maine, not too far north of Boston, Massachusetts.
Any of these incidents could easily result in a large-scale nuclear disaster.
Based on what ayahuasca and malicagua have revealed to me there are sinister forces on this planet who plan to stage false flag nuclear attacks as a means of waging "totalitarian nuclear warfare." Certainly any and all nuclear power plants and any and all nuclear powered naval vessels are vulnerable to being used in this way, while the real perpetrators hide their hands.
We are up against something really ugly and nasty. Raise your level of understanding, because it wants to physically annihilate you. And the City of London is one of its fetid dens.
Oh, yeah, The White Rabbit is still with me. He´s popped up numerous times since my arrival in South America, including notably under the verdant graces of Pachamama, aka, Amazanga or Mamashaka.
And just who and what is The White Rabbit ? He´s the Door Man, the Gate Keeper to Wonderland. He´s the servant of the King and Queen of Hearts, the familiar of all Paths with Heart that lead to the nagual.
