Subject: 5412 osholon information /\/\  \/\/ abduction

Date: May 4, 2012 4:45:17 PM MDT

I'm in fla.. the place i'm staying is on 14 floor,,

went to bed last night,,sleeping

i wake up (i know i woke up for this,,was in no way a dream) and bright light was blasting through the window,,  like car headlights,,

then i'm in a strange place where a strange man is instructing a group of us. All are confused as to how we got there. The man, bald and bearded, is going through a bunch of terms in greek ( i think it was greek) writing them in letters that hung in the air

The bald man explained the terms while more and more "recruits" joined the instruction,, led in by other men and women who are obviously of this place and knew the "instructor", these others having a odd, but not unpleasant look to them, Human, but with some intangible difference.

  It appeared we were all sitting on a mountainside, and it was as if the mountains continued upward into the air, curving up off in the distance so there was no sky visible.

at one point,,the men and women who had bought us there,,stripped out of their clothes (all white and vaguely roman looking?),,and showed us all that they had no genitals,,but in every other way were "perfect" (they implied). across the crotch areas was stretched a piece of rubber? plastic?  a square piece with nothing underneath it,,kind of sewn into their bodies.

a lot of these men and women had markings on their bodies,,  that could've been tattoos,,but weren't, it was obvious that the marking were something else..

then some of us were led from the lecture through halls that might have been a museum, but having a cave like feel, with vaguely mayan artifacts scattered about on display. there were a few "fellow travelers" i recognized from the real world being led  by their attendants and as we walked we were shown some of the exhibits.

    there was a block of something i was told was chocolate, it was thick and pasty. i ate some.

   another weird exhibit we saw was like a chrome machine on a pedestal, peas and diced carrots were in it,  melting out onto the pedestal.

      From the museum we "recruits" were led into a temple,,,  there were attendants (the neutered humans) sort of leading the recruits through the "rituals". The temple was like a big machine formed of mayan architecture. gigantic obsidian mayan style panther heads were on each side of an altar where an older silver haired man was leading a rite.

the woman who was my attendant held up a dish of greyish powder and when i put some on my tongue i was like a bad tasting medicine. Then the woman fed me some little sliver of cracker from a bowl, telling me it would make the taste of the powder go away.

     There were many people in this chamber, attendants and recruits, and the attendants seemed to be waiting for the recruits to reach some sort of state. My female attendant kept a close eye on me and I began to become a little paranoid as to why. It was at this point I began to feel like a prisoner, not there of my own will. I had the distinct feeling that i was being "prepared for something"

    As my female attendant seemed intent on distracting me, i looked around to notice there was a man at my left shoulder attempting to implant something into my neck.

      I turned to stop him, and my woman attendant desperately tried to calm me. The man left, i'm unsure if he was successful in what he was trying to do, but while being calmed by my woman attendant, i noticed there was someone else there, hiding behind my attendant and holding my right arm. It was a woman doctor who was trying to get a needle into my arm. I jumped up from the chair i had been seated in, now recognizable as some machine like, medical(?) device and ran from the temple chamber.

       The priest and the other attendants seemed upset that I was leaving, as, I could almost understand, I was almost ready, i had almost been prepared, for the next step. Somehow I knew this next step involved some sort of sacrifice, and going deeper into this world. I ran through cavelike chambers, knowing I was being pursued. I suddenly remembered osholon, who had til then no part of this abduction , and next i knew i was in my bed awake and feeling like i had just experienced the most vivid dream i perhaps had ever had. Though for some reason, i feel as if this was an abduction.

 

     I haven't emailed any posholon transmissions since leaving cassadaga, because there really haven't been any. (except for the morning before, which I will mention in a moment). Since Cassadaga and meeting with he spiritualists there;s been a lull in communication with Osholon. To a degree I somehow knew that Osholon was allowing me some "quiet" time before my trip to Otam Alipit by way of the Mississippi river and new madrid. It has become apparent over the last week that spiritualism and all its ilk, all these "new age" (though hundreds of years old) are falsities. the dead have returned from these disciplines where they found not what they sought. Osholon had left me alone to realize this for myself, that all these delvings into "spirit" are just further muddling in the worlds of matter, and time. That all these strivings are but circle jerking back upon itslef, the spiraling worm, the oroborus , you name the term for cyclical, repeating time, or the cycle of time, or just time itself. All these disciplines are just things to bide time until death. None lead to freedom, all are illusory, all are games, none  care to step outside the comforts that the cycle of life and death and time offer to the human mind. It is all "as above so below" where we can find safety in the familiar, while pretending we are progressing.

     Upon coming to this realization ( which i'm sure i haven't conveyed in any convincing manner) Osholon reappeared and pronounced "THE STARS ARE MADE OF MUD".

i understand fully the meaning of this.

      

since arriving in fla and since the events in cassadaga i have been unable to go to the ocean, knowing that when I go to the ocean it will begin the mission through new madrid. I also had felt no need to draw , as no imagery came from osholon.  There was some vague communication which prompted some research which has led to a remarkable discovery (at least for me) and another confirmation that there is "real world" evidence of the authenticity of some ( i have always said i cannot vouvh for ALL the transmissions and that imagination, intuition, hallucination should all be expected in situations like this) of the tranmssions from Osholon.

     The dates of my trip will coincide with the mayan festival of

 

Toxcatl (Nahuatl pronunciation: [ˈtoːʃkat͡ɬ]) was the name of the fifth twenty-day month or "veintena" of the Aztec calendar which lasted from approximately the 5th to 22nd of May and of the festival which was held every year in this month.[1]

In one version of the Aztec creation account[7] the myth of the Five Suns, the first creation, "The Sun of the Earth" was ruled by Tezcatlipoca but destroyed by Quetzalcoatl when he struck down Tezcatlipoca who then transformed into a jaguar. Quetzalcoatl became the ruler of the subsequent creation "Sun of Water",

 

I learned of this after being set upon to research more of SET finding that another manifestation of OTL/MOT/Suturiel/timegrinder/set is the mayan deity Tezcatlipoca.

    there's more i've learned of the implications of this, but for now i'll leave it at that and send out a few feeble images, none of which seem important as the clock ticks forward to the mission. I feel that tomorrow I will go to the beach.