Something Real

Dear Dia,

I love you.

What does this mean to you, coming from me?

Do you know what it means to me in our current situation?
Absolutely nothing. I don’t know you.

I love you as a true friend unconditionally. I love those others the same.  What is your idea of true love? 

Is it the same as mine? What is mine?

I put in a notice today at work. I’m going to tear down my computer and put the components on eBay. Gonna sell my virtual reality system. My possessions will be scaled down to bare bones, and then I’m getting on the road to see the east coast, then I don’t know where I’ll land during my upcoming travelling homeless stint.

Am I driven by a desire to get that emotional payload from you? No. I need nothing from you. I live my dreams through you. You are giving more than I could hope for.

What about you? What do you need from me out of all this? Do you want me to shout your name on the rooftops that I love you more than anyone or anything, acting out those songs you sing on Instagram? A storied concept of love for another? Would this make you happy? Would this love last? How does that Ben Gibbard song go again?

Vicci and I were never right for each other.

I’d never be good enough for Lindsey or her Mormon family.

Would a storyful consummation of my obsessed love for these two at the apex of infatuation change the inevitable doomed-to-fail outcome?

Then what good are these emotions and longings and this infatuation tied to a story? They’re illusions. They’re not real. If I don’t learn the lessons now, I never will. They’re a test. I aim to pass that test, even if it means not winning anything. 

This aloofness is necessary. Remember the November 17, 2017 tweet? 

Two were left behind. Only one remains!

If you haven’t figured it out by now, it’s a riddle. I didn’t know this riddle was in my tweet when I composed it in under a minute– it just came out this way and I discovered the hidden meanings a few days later. Take my word for it. The initial intention I had behind this tweet is obvious. The inner meanings I’d find later were exhilarating. 

The punctuation marks indicate how to arrange it based on symmetry of the bar between two dots.

TWO WERE LEFT BEHIND  .
ONLY ONE REMAINS  !

There are two parts to each sentence.

TWO WERE  || LEFT BEHIND .
ONLY ONE    || REMAINS !

TWO ←  ONE
ONLY → WERE

The “L” is on the left. It’s in the word “left”, and again on the left to boot. The “R” is on the right, except in the word “remains”, where it is on the other side and on the left. Why did I interpret these “L’s” as the universe intending it to mean “Lindsey”? Why did I think it revealed that in the future I would “leave behind” the “D”, as in my last name and take hers, like some kind of soyboy? 

You know what? I didn’t interpret it accurately because I didn’t want to accept any other way of looking at it due to the fact I was blinded by infatuation, bias, and fear. Look at it again. The two “left behind” are “L”, “FT”, and “D”; the only one that remains is “R”. You know — as in Rahmat —  all by my lonesome. Also in 2019; as the nineteenth letter is “S”. 

See? Way more of a complete correspondence than what we went with originally. I need to adjust my attitude towards y’all to keep a clear vision. I’m doing my best here all by myself!

Loving you, baby,
RS (as in Rahmat in 2019. Or Stirlingite. HA! Love ya, Lensy)

P.S.: See you in Boston. Hang out later?

Arcarion. Me. Dia?

Oh come on, don’t be so surprised. It’s a gaming blog. *This* is a game, too, right?

Some sick game it is.

You know, after my previous post, I figured the game was over. Can’t undo my decision. Can’t reload a save. I chose, I stayed true to it, albeit I didn’t get the outcome I wanted, but it was a good experience nonetheless, so that was it. Time to log off and move on. Admittedly, it was easier than expected to let go, to be honest. Who needs to marry their beautiful and rich and famous and super talented girl of their dreams anyway? I don’t.

You know, I have a tendency to postpone certain experiences until I get a feeling it’s the right time, rather than jumping right in and going for it on a whim. Timing can be everything.

I haven’t watched a movie since Pete’s Dragon in December of 2017. I had my first virtual reality experience a few weeks ago, and then I got the feeling it was time to watch Ready Player One the other day. Loved it! Had I never played VR, it would not have been as good of an experience watching the film based on virtual worlds. On the last day of March I was craving a certain kind of music to go with the feeling of spring, so I decided without prompting to listen to Meg and Dia’s Cocoon for the first time. Hit the spot. Had I played it during the winter I would not have been able to enjoy it to the maximum. I sure have life figured out, it seems. Got my rhythms down pat.

Yup, things are going pretty good right now. Got a full time job I enjoy at an assisted living facility cooking for the residents. It’s easy and fun and my computer is getting maxed out with upgrades with the money I get, plus now I have VR. I can really escape and immerse myself completely now. I’m actually INSIDE Fallout 4! I can walk around my settlements in my room thanks to room scale tracking, and even stand next to Preston Garvey behind cover as we rid the Commonwealth of those pesky raiders with our laser muskets.

Best of all, I don’t have to think about this little story anymore because there aren’t any more avenues left to take.

Permadeath. No reloads.

But unlike my growing settlements in VR worlds, there are real people in this game– in the real world. This room ain’t so empty after all. I feel a presence in the room, or at least in my head. Taking the headset off now for a minute to think.

Why do I get this feeling like it’s not actually game over yet? Like I’ve been granted an extra life for a bonus round? I passed her up for the other one. I made my decision, as though it were all up to me. Well here’s what I didn’t anticipate: the power of forgiveness and humility to refresh and renew the heart and mind. And what if she chose that? Nice touch — we’re in it together. Also, the universe manifesting things can be quite astonishing.

Okay, what now? Get a work tradeoff so I can go to the Meg and Dia reunion show in NM in three months? See if I can’t find an opportunity to say “hi” in person while playing that little game that Vicci and I would play at her shows where we wouldn’t give ourselves away? Ooh! Maybe I can use social media to posture and telegraph for that fateful day we would be in the same place to instigate an accidental “bumping into each other”? It could be memorable scene for all in the know to witness.

What in the world am I talking about, you ask? Well, what does the magical matchbox have to say? Here’s a freebie: my interpretation of Chances.

When you call my name it’s the only truth I’m sure of
Like my neck on a chain


It’s out of my hands
But baby bring it on bold and tragic

Yeah yeah yeah, it’s a song about L.A., the acting world, its ups and downs, yada yada. Good cover story, but the rest of the pieces of the song don’t all quite fit together with that narrative. Learn to play the game!

What if I had a personal revelation that the Book of Mormon is true and Joseph Smith is a prophet? Then got baptized and paid my tithing and worked my way toward that temple recommend, and gave my little testimony involving Lindsey Stirling to which lead to a ring? What would happen next? Story time. And whose name would be invoked?

And had this come to pass, it would have been automatic.

So how will this story unfold in the bonus round? How much time is left in the countdown? Who is going to drop the ball? Is someone going to try to sink this ship before it crashes to shore? Is Lindsey going to take a moment in her busy schedule to tell the world, “Hey everybody! Check out this thing and let me know what you think!” I doubt Vicci is going to spill it. Who else knows or cares?

Is it just the two of us in here now?

I dunno. I guess I’ll just go listen to Cocoon some more. Maybe it’ll come to me.

Letter in Response to David Wilcock’s Invitation

Dear David Wilcock,

I have received your email to your subscribers of DivineCosmos.com inviting me to sign up for your five week course on Ascension found at ascensionmysteryschool.com . Here is my open letter in response.

You are right, David, the Ascension Mystery School is not for everyone. In your email to me you state emphatically that your research about Ascension IS the truth, and ‘what you will say’ is that the it will ‘tear down the veil’ and accelerate my spiritual progress. I have listened to you explain the features of your course and am cognizant of the Ra materials, and have found them to be centered on the individual, appealing to his/her ambitions to traverse, or “sling-shot” across the Densities through an almost self-centered form of spiritual practice. You incentivize the process as something to jealously aspire to through diet and meditation and being nice to people.

If I seem critical then I apologize. As a dedicated seeker of truth, your invitation should appeal to me, but the fruits that your teachings are promising will not be seen until the event takes place. What if from wise counsel you can see the fruits of true spiritual progress in the present moment? And not just in ourselves but in others as well?

“The betterment of the world can be accomplished through pure and goodly deeds, through commendable and seemly conduct.”

I think you have the right intentions, but are missing the key to this so-called “Ascension”. You have all of the knowledge to be able to immediately recognize this Kalki avatar or reincarnation of Krishna, this fifth Buddha or “Maitreya”, this Frashokereti who has walked this earth a century and a half ago; you have independently ascertained that these religions are essentially the same and from a single source throughout the cycles. Yet you fix your feet firmly and stand staunchly in your Ra material, who claims is a humble messenger of the One Infinite Creator, and profess your “Mystery teachings” as the secret that has eluded mankind for true spiritual progress. I digress to say more on the subject.

I don’t know for sure if you have heard of Baha’u’llah, and I’m just assuming that you have heard the glad tidings because of your exhaustive research. If you do indeed have conscious knowledge of Him, His life and His teachings, and if He is who He says He is, then you will be held accountable for your own failure in achieving the ultimate truth of this age, which is what you are seeking after and what is the greatest fulfillment of our true purpose — recognizing the Manifestation of God for this age.

Being Baha’i is not easy, and not for everyone. I can relate to what you wrote similarly about the Ascension Mystery School. It takes courage to face your own veils, and while it can be dumbfounding when you yourself have to live those words that came streaming forth from your mouth, it’s all part of the journey. The battle of the self in the soul’s quest towards God. However, this is a path that is not to be walked alone. A path is something that is walked with others. The fruits of walking this path of service in the company of others are measurable in every community that endeavors to do some service for their fellow man (or woman), and these endeavors not only bring spiritual growth to the individual, but harmony to society as well in real time. Don’t have to wait for the event to do the work that we are blessed to undertake in the field of service.

Inversely, I would like to invite you to participate in exploring truth with other like-minded people, with the aid of a sequence of courses developed at the grass roots by people inspired by this great Teacher, refined through action and consultation, and see for yourself if it is conducive to facilitating this transformation RIGHT NOW, right where you are.

If you say yes, I’ll sign up to your Ascension Mystery School and we can compare.

Best regards,
Rahmat

Valentine’s Day

Well, it’s Valentine’s Day and it seemed right to me to finally get this WordPress blog back up again so I can write a special letter to my very special friend LS. You know who you are. And so does everybody else reading my messages in a bottle. Isn’t this fun!? I think it’s fun.

Turns out, to get the blog back up again, all I had to do was update the database’s entry for the theme. It got changed somehow. Well now I know how to fix a blog!

So it’s Valentine’s Day, again, and I wanted to give you something special, my dear. I’m sorry it will not be me giving a testimony about how I asked God if the Book of Mormon is true and then got baptized in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints all thanks to you. I would hope that you would nonetheless be happy that I am courageously living my truth with compassion for others and with integrity.

I most likely will not marry someone who does not share my faith as a Baha’i. Marrying someone of another faith is like having two wings of a bird each trying to fly in different directions. It’s not for me.

You also probably want to be reunited with your family in the afterlife with Heavenly Father. You’ve worked so hard and are such a good person, but none of that will matter unless you marry a Mormon man in a temple. A sealing is crucial, and then, after all you can do, you’ll have a shot at getting into heaven in the afterlife.

Wrestling with these facts has not been fun, however.

During your social media break, I’ve found peace by repeating in hushed breaths to myself, it’s over. This thing is done. I also listened to Brave Enough a few times. The whole album, not just the song. Gosh, those themes in that album sure are relevant. Reminds me of something I like to call “the Matchbox effect”. Another time, perhaps.

What I would like to offer you in this letter is some interesting facts about Joseph Smith from a Baha’i perspective. Did you know that some Baha’is consider Joseph Smith to be a seer? Did you know he made accurate predictions about the coming Son of Man, that He did indeed come in 1891 wearing red? Check it out!

Here is a lengthy article written by a Baha’i from Utah that has it all. It’s not an official document, so it has the writer’s perspective which could have some inaccuracies. http://bahaisofutah.angelfire.com/1890.html

I’ve learned the hard lesson that sharing facts with others doesn’t make them believers of those facts, nor will they immediately recant what has been disproved. There is something about the path of the seeker. The yearning. The journey to find the truth. There needs to be a burning desire to find the answer and courage to accept it when it comes, even if it’s uncomfortable or totally disagreeable. I’ve also accepted that people tend to have things that they let get in their way of truth, such as attachments, fear, and weakness. Getting out of our own way is hard, but I’ve found that once a person finally does break free, it’s like a new day and a new life.

I’m obviously making subtle prophetic allusions to you leaving the Church by referencing your songs that will come to pass (“Matchbox effect”): first, the realization of the truth causing your globe to break (Shatter Me) and then you discovering that it was the best thing ever in the afterglow (First Light). I just did it twice in the latter part of the previous sentence, too, see? I’m going for broke here!

With warm and loving Valentine’s Day wishes,
Rahmat

On faith and love

Dear Lindsey,

I’m super excited about the news I’ve received from watching your Santa Baby video and interpreting the hidden messages contained therein about our forthcoming possible engagement! This has happened to me only once before, over a decade ago with someone else through similar unconventional secretive methods that were never confirmed to me let alone directly spoken of after the fact, but it’s nonetheless just as exhilarating that it’s happening again!

I’ve been so excited that I’ve taken the liberty to get more familiar with the doctrines and beliefs of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints so I can better get to know you.

After several days now, going deep into the Doctrines and Covenants, Book of Mormon and its history, I’m only a little bit shocked and dismayed by what I’ve learned. Given that you’ve been raised in the Church, this is what you know to be true so it ain’t no thang for you. I’m also used to learning inconvenient truths and shocking disclosures, so I got this!

So before you and I get to actually talking in person, or you even publicly acknowledging that I’ve been a part of your creative process, I’d love to share with you some things I’ve learned about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and what it means to me as a Baha’i. This should be fun for you to peruse while you are on tour.

  • Our Heavenly Father was once a person who became God through his own efforts, and we can become Gods ourselves with our own planets. We even have a Heavenly Mother, who gave birth to us spirit children, but this is not emphasized. Fascinating! I still don’t know who created the universe the Heavenly Father was born into, but it seems it’s not important.
  • The venerated prophet Joseph Smith has a history with the Church that is very troubling to know about, so it is better not to know about that stuff and look only at his accomplishments. Very well. Members have gotten into trouble for talking about it, so I’ll move on.
  • Temple endowment ceremonies have strikingly similar features to Freemasonry, complete with secret handshakes and unique rituals to get into heaven. I’m strangely fascinated with the underwear. A little off the wall humor there. Moving on.
  • The living prophets of the past sometimes made mistakes and created racist doctrines, but those have all been disavowed thanks to a more recent living prophet giving us an update from God.

It has been a fascinating few days of research, and I can tell you with 100% certainty (based on some good ol’ fashioned prayer and personal revelation) that I will never, ever become a member of the Church*, and so I want to ask you a serious question: Are you okay with not getting into the highest heaven, the Celestial Kingdom? Because you need a temple sealing to get there, and I’ll never set foot in that place, nor will I enter a temple. I might try on the underwear just to see if its comfy, though, but nothing more!

(*Should I be proven wrong about Baha’u’llah being the return of Christ as He claims to be, and should I die before Jesus Christ comes back, then whilst I’m hanging out in the Terrestrial or Telestial kingdoms please get someone to baptize me posthumously — pronto. Thanks!)

There is also the matter of how we raise our children. It’s going to invariably be a clash of my values against yours, especially when it comes to the age of accountability when I believe children are not yet developed enough to make such a decision. Also, in keeping with my own values given to me by my parents educating me, they did not withhold the truth about the Baha’i Faith or its history. Should our children ask a question I, likewise, would not withhold an honest and forthright answer (such as how the Book of Mormon came to be — not from the Golden Plates but from a seer stone in a hat, or that the Book of Abraham bears no relationship to the papyrus scroll from which it was ‘translated’ whatsoever, other than being a vehicle for its revelation, as well as that certain high profile members were excommunicated because they shared facts). So, we might need to work some things out. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

I really only care that you are a good person and I support everyone as a true friend regardless of their beliefs, and if this faith has made you who you are, then that is a good thing that I totally accept, and I would never judge or criticize you for having faith. Heck, I’d even attend Church services with you! (but only for two hours a week and not three)

Ah, the Holidays

Or, in my case, “AHH! THE HOLIDAYS!”

Yep, it’s this time of year again. I have always loved the holidays growing up a Baha’i. We even celebrated it a few times as a family, because heck, why not? Baha’is recognize Jesus for who He says He is, so we can observe His birthday. My parents made sure that we’d get proper exposure to the good things that American culture had to offer, even during the holiday season. Influencing me growing up was Mannheim Steamroller’s Christmas album, the Home Alone film and others — I loved that Christmas spirit!

As an adult, I don’t really “get into the spirit” by putting up lights or putting a tree in my room or getting people gifts. I find that the material side of Christmas can take away from its true meaning, which should be about Jesus Christ. My Christian siblings, fortunately, have continued to give me that meaningful setting as an adult, complete with prayer before Christmas dinner, gift opening (though I’ve fallen short on the gift-giving part. Did my sister-in-law really like those kitchen sponges I got her that one year, or did she just laugh out of courtesy, pretending she enjoyed the humor? I guess I’ll never know.) Oh, and of course the family time!

I’ve been thinking a lot about cartograstrology, which is the name I’ve given to a phenomena that shows that we are all connected in some way through miraculous manifestations that happen at certain times that fit into a bigger big picture on this journey of experience. And as I’ve explained in previous posts, the pieces sometimes fit together even if the contributor of that piece is totally unaware of it.

Did I mention I’ve been thinking about cartograstrology… like A LOT? It’s exhilarating at first to witness the wonder of it all, but honestly it gets… well, exhausting. It’s so easy to overthink it. I’ve often asked myself how long I will let this continue before I just wall it off entirely from my conscious mind. Life would be so much easier if I could just integrate into a more conventional and “normal” way of being, even if I have to fake it till I make it. I’m starting to hate that feeling like I know too much, because it’s often coupled with a feeling of helplessness and isolation. Sometimes I just wanna “take the blue pill” and say this is all in my head and never speak of this blog again and just delete it all and efface this past year from my memory!

Then, just as the light is about to burn out, I get another one of those “signs.” Now it’s being followed with a sigh. See what I did there? Sign|Sigh. Why won’t you just leave me alone, universe?! What do you want from me!

So let’s talk about Santa, baby. Not the jolly old man— the 1953 Christmas song! And not the original, mind you. A particular cover recently released that has had omitted from it a few things from the original.

Cartograstrology-wise, there is a lot going on with the Santa Baby song that would make for a great game of let’s mess with Rahmat’s head some more, care of the universe! And what the heck, I’m game!

But I wonder how long we will actually play this game, if there is indeed even anyone else playing? And what’s more, when will the game end with an unveiling and an acknowledgement?

I’m talkin’ to you, Lindsey. It looks like it’s just you and me in here. No one else seems to be reading this, so here’s my reaction to your cute little song and video, you little kitten, you. I can see why you’d want to include this song in your “deluxe” edition instead of in last year’s release. Setting the stage, much? Wink wink

So here’s the rundown of features this version of the song has:

  • A convertible. What’s so special about a convertible? Well, it’s the winter, for one, so the original writer didn’t think that part through, so he must have been going on intuition here. Or maybe it sounded more swag.
    So, how about those letters in CONVERTIBLE?
    C, O, V, and I, what I like to call the “elements”, are all there. The elements are an arc (C), angle (V), line (I), and circle (O), and each element has one or two “components”, which is either an arc or a line, and these elements are the basic building blocks of every other capital letter in the alphabet. Having all four of ’em in a word is, like, auspicious or something. There are other letters and combinations in there that make it even MORE auspicious, especially when you make a pictograph out of the whole word like so:

Do you see what I see? C'mon, I know you do! It's like an emblem straight from heaven. There's even a Bible there, for gosh sake! Is it not plainly obvious what the universe is telling us?
  • A yacht, which is a boat. Some yachts have sails, you know. They’re called Day sailing yachts. DAY. SAILBOAT.
    I see what you did there.
  • The other original lyrics that are missing make the singer’s wishes seem superficial, but removing them from your version says plenty about what you value.
  • A bowtie. But only on your head, not your dancers’. Elegant and poetic. You win.
  • And then there’s the ring. On your ring finger. That’s… bold of you.

Finally, the video ends with a longing Lindsey waiting by the phone. But, if you don’t mind me asking, are you expecting a call from someone, or foreshadowing a call that you’re going to make?

I’ll wait.

But not forever.

So, am I crazy? Am I reading too far into things and having too much fun with it? Well, it can’t possibly go any further than this, I can tell you that much, and I’ll be damned if I keep up with this charade.

Will there really, truly be a very special “phone call” in our near future precipitating a big REVEAL?

I guess this is it!

Anybody out there? ​

I’m happy to say that this blog has reached the height of its intended purpose. All the dots are connected, the arguments put forth, and sealed with the stamp of a link to Nassim Haramein’s “The Connected Universe” film to tie it all together. I’ve learned a thing or two about how the magic works, and I know that when it’s the right time, people will find it. It’s here, but are they even looking?

Now I’m scratching my head and asking, “where is everybody?”

Surely if I were really on to something here, and all this content I’ve shared thus far was not just a mystical wild goose chase into the imagination spanning ten plus years, then something would materialize.

But it’s eerily silent.

Even in my own circle of friends and family, nobody has yet said to me, “I read your blog. Neat content! What a wonder it is! How interesting! This evidence of a connected universe needs to be spread to others!” Not a word. Not from wanderers reading my posts on Twitter or Instagram who followed the links here, either. And life just goes on in The Matrix.

Self-promotion is not really my thing, but something brought me this far along this path, and I aim to find out where it’s all going. If this is going to lead me into some kind of ascendance in the public arena to raise awareness of the wider spectrum of reality not being told to you by the establishment, then it’s going to begin with a spark of interest from a few within my own microcosm and on to a bigger stage from there. This blog’s content is invariably going to get some resistance because it bridges the gap between religion and science while tearing down old and outmoded walls of thinking. That’ll leave anyone perturbed and vulnerable, but don’t we want the truth?

Microcosm to macrocosm

I have identified a few figures that I’ve got my eyes on who should be able to pierce the veil and see that the only thing standing between them and a unified vision of everything with a self-existing God in the center who is conscious of His creation is the veil of their own imaginings. If they aren’t looking at this blog by now, they probably soon will.

C. W. Chanter seems to have made a “response” to my post with his “Black Magick of Social Media” series on his YouTube channel, but on his September 21st broadcast his frustrations at the nonsense of the claimants in the metaphysical/disclosure community had boiled over. He even mentioned he’s gonna have a heart attack! (I honestly can’t be sure if he read my Rnot-Anon posts before livestreaming the series. What if he has no idea I called it and then he discovers my post, dated days before his first B.M.S.M video and freaks out?!) I won’t be responsible if he loses his shit from learning about this foresight, claiming black magic[k] because of his idols of satanic fancy! It’s all connected, and that’s the way it goes, baby!

And there’s Jordan Sather with his Trump and QAnon support which are his hopes and dreams of something indicating a divine plan, which is fine and probably a good thing. Given the preaching he does for Ascension and removing the shackles that bind, he would be the ideal mind to understand that there is another answer to cosmic consciousness other than an Infinite Creator who created itself by impossible means by an imperfect Identity that can’t know an apple from the infinite possibilities in its unfractalized state because that knowledge was uncreated. Not to mention that in that Identity state it is not all-powerful, either, because it couldn’t know creation without fractalizing first (and where did it get the power to do that?). Cosmic consciousness is real, but Source is limited and powerless? And this is the only rational conclusion? (I’m not criticizing if I’m stating a logical fallacy! A creator is always above his creation— never on the same level. Otherwise we humans could create a universe within this one along with artificial human souls in it that are our equals. Not possible. The surrounded cannot encompass that which surrounds it, the imperfect artist can’t create a perfect masterpiece.)

And where is David? Good grief. There is no excuse for you guys to be this uninformed when you have the all the knowledge and discernment in your pockets thanks to this age of Internet and smartphones! “The Age of Authenticity” indeed!

This world, I tell ya!

When I contemplate the world I live in on the inside and look at the world around me, I need to find reconciliation because the two are night and day, I tell ya!

I have reservations about dealing with the world we live in beyond a basic existence, especially when we have veered way off course as a civilization as we have. The mystic path is for me until the world gets on the true path of spiritual and material progress. There are times I just feel like I’ve given up the ghost and pray for the good Lord to take me up. Though that likely won’t happen (unless I’m the “favored damsel” foretold by Baha’u’llah in the Tablet of the Holy Mariner, in which case I’d be a big test for the faithful, but hell – I’d take anything at this point to see humanity move past these roadblocks!).

So now that I’m at my wits end here with nothing to lose, why not take a few chances and risk some good old fashioned rejection and humiliation? I’d take that, too.

Maybe I should just straight up ask Dia Frampton if she knows something?

Well, if you really ARE reading this and you know what it would mean, then maybe this can be a kick in the pants?

I’d love to just send out that Tweet, get an answer or non-answer and be done with this perplexity so I can leave it all behind. Then I can go back to my slumber with a food service job to enable me to play video games, while saving up for that camper to live out my days in until I finally get the good news that the messenger of joy known as death is here to grant me release from this prison-cage of bondage that is the flesh upon the dust heap that is the material world.

Not to end on a downer or anything, but this story is either going to reach an apex for all to see and wonder at, or come crashing down on my head. Whatever it takes to get there.

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Trip code change

We be trippin’.
Your turn, Chanter.

How’s your VACatION?
Do your eyes deceive you?
This ain’t no black magic.
Microcosm to macrocosm.
All the dots connect, baby.
I have the video.
Ya know what I mean?
What does your religion teach about UNITY?
It is what it is!

Cognitive dissonance or cognitive resonance?
You are a case study.

I love you ALL.

Enjoy the ride.

RS

Here’s your pizza, David. Hop in!

Let me be clear about something. I love David Wilcock. I think he is going to go down in history as a legendary researcher and compiler of obscure, esoteric, and hidden scientific knowledge that will endure, lead us into the future, and rewrite our science books. His current spiritual teachings and philosophical legacy, however, I believe, will mar his immortalized image as a researcher while cementing the taunts he endured as a boy from his schoolyard antagonizers like a fulfilled prophecy:

That’s David. He’s so smart he’s dumb!

Two years ago I got my pre-ordered copy of The Ascension Mysteries and paused my games for a weekend to binge-read it and it was very memorable. I enjoyed his stories from his childhood, and that above quote made me laugh so hard. I appreciate him being humble enough to include it.

I want him to be immortalized as a hero that stood for truth and justice, but ultimately I feel he is buying into false idols of his imagination; a man who was brilliant, but foolish. Fortunately, he is only in his forties so he can still cast away those veils.

Every age has idols. Millennia ago they were pagan gods or statues or certain rulers. Today, these idols are celebrities, or ideas and conceptions of divinity that have a modern appeal but are still imaginings or conceptions from the fallible mind of man. In the case of David Wilcock, the idol in question is the concept of an Infinite Creator found in the Law of One material.

The question-and-answer sessions, also known as the Ra Material, were channeled in through a human medium in the early 80’s coming from Ra, a “humble messenger of the Law of One”, and more channelings were done by David more recently. My first time visiting his site Divine Cosmos in 2009 brought me to his blog where I read a transcript of his channeling, and I immediately lost interest in going back. Call it cognitive dissonance.

I found his sciencey stuff interesting, so I gave him another try and was not disappointed. His TV show on the Gaia network has been a favorite of mine for 5 years.

Some of his “prophetic” predictions that came in through documenting and interpreting his dreams, such as the Fukushima disaster, are worth noting. I’d say he’s earned his title of being a seer. However, he is also notorious for his failed 2012 predictions of a worldwide dimensional shift that would thrust us into a pre-built new world 100 times more harmonious than our current one, but has found himself a plausible explanation for why it failed to happen, thanks to the “insider’s insider” Corey Goode, whose claim to true facts of being humanity’s sole diplomatic liaison to extraterrestrials (of which include the authors of the Law of One material who take the form of a sixth “density” race of blue-plumed humanoid bird people called the Blue Avians) are backed by way of a “take my word for it.” The reason for the 2012 dud that was given is that humanity wasn’t ready for Ascension yet, so the Sphere Being Alliance came into the solar system with a hundred spherical ships and intervened to give us more time to grow spiritually before allowing the big “solar flash” to take place. (The ships have left, by the way)

Fair enough.

Now, I know what it’s like to have a story that seems unbelievable. I mean, look at the content on this here blog, for gosh sakes! What is NOT needed here, however, is the whole “take my word for it” part. The beauty of the content I’ve created here is that you can take the data points I’m offering and you can connect the dots yourself, and I can feel free to discredit myself with silly and sarcastic commentary all day long and you’d have only yourself to blame for not doing the work to see for yourself. See how awesome of a position I’m in here?

Currently, David is making more claims stemming from his remote-viewing sessions and recorded dreams over the course of decades in conjunction with numerous “high level insiders” of an imminent takedown of the Deep State Cabal. Finally! The final boss will have been defeated by the heroes of the cosmos, and humanity will be set free, and we will have our long-awaited renaissance of art and culture in a Star Trek-like post-disclosure inter-planetary civilization when the tyrannical elite rulers controlling the government, academic, pharmaceutical, aerospace, and entertainment establishments (among others) are all arrested in one fell swoop.

Only problem I’m having, though, is that we have heard it all before.

But what about the QAnon drops? What about our inner knowingness and the outward signs of a defective world order convulsing due to the contractions of the pregnant times we are in that suggest— nay, insist: THE VEIL IS LIFTING!? Heck, even I am believing that things are accelerating as of late (Not sure about the QAnon thing. Accredited journalists claimed to have identified and interviewed the original creators of the group acting as a LARP, or live-action role-players).

Truth is outing itself, right? It’s God’s plan entering into a major phase of transformation: the countdown is commencing with milliseconds left, happening precisely at the striking of the hour.

Right?

I trust my heart, but my brain is telling me I’ll believe it when I see it.

We are now at the part of the game where either something big happens, or it doesn’t. There’s either a climax followed with a resolution, or it drags on forever, leaving the players (such as myself) bored and wanting to play something else. In David’s case, likewise, he is approaching a cliff that, if he falls, his career will not be able to return to the surface from the abyss.

Then it’s Game Over.

So… if David has got his prophetic remote-viewing abilities locked on target, his insiders are on point, QAnon is not a fraud, and his most recent post is indeed true: count on tough times in the coming weeks.

Just as “the hour is darkest before the dawn”, the end of the year will bring the first light of a new day, and we will be living in a new world freed from the vice grip of a satanic Cabal that has had its control grid in place on an enslaved mankind for literally millennia.

However, if QAnon proves (yet again) to have provided false intel and no mass arrests indeed take place soon, as strongly indicated by David “Wow” Wilcock and his insiders (notwithstanding his Ascension failed to happen TWICE now), count on him being irreconcilably discredited. No more excuses from unprovable sources like Goode and friends. No more pointlessly long-winded and baseless articles that yield high hopes but disappoint and mislead well-meaning and concerned readers.

At least in my view.

So this is it, David. I know you must be feeling the pressure. You mean well, and I believe that you sincerely believe that what you believe is true. Reincarnation, Ascension, god-like super powers such as levitation and the like awaiting those of us who are 51% nice, angelic extraterrestrial humans giving you visions, insight, and wisdom because somehow it happened that way or you are just gifted or had the right mix of karma, or you are Edgar Cayce reincarnated – I dunno!

I get it.

And I honestly don’t care if you’re right about your One Infinite Creator, and that all there is is Identity that decided it was tired of being bored all by its lonesome and thus fractionated into Intelligent Energy so it could experience itself for amusement, all while I’m wrong about my One True God of all the world’s major religions, having no other explanation as to how this Universal Educator came to possess such a matchless utterance in the face of every manner of persecution, exile, and imprisonment while establishing His religion in every region of the earth unhindered. I just want the truth. I’m quite certain about my belief, however, but aren’t we all?

I can’t help but think that maybe you’re sore tried and afflicted as you read this. I know you’re sensitive to criticism, oftentimes calling critics straight up “haters”. I hope you don’t throw that label on me for speaking my heart and mind, because I certainly am not trying to serve up the “hatorade”.

Maybe you know that the veil is getting thinner and the Law of One just isn’t likely going to reach that critical mass because it’s basically impossible to understand due to its cryptic nature, and therefore inaccessible to most people without a guide, and maybe there is something to be said about how one’s own experience can be so utterly profound while imparting certitude upon the individual believing their experience to be absolute truth, yet possess a slightly diverging paradigm to his or her neighbor’s own profound experience of truth. Is everything all just relative truth? Is there no absolute truth? Sorry, my bias got me carried away. I get cognitive dissonance, too, you know.

So what are you gonna do about this conundrum?

Guess what, David? I may be able to help you. And it’s right there in your own handwriting! Yup, dated right around when it all began: November 30, 1996: seventeen years before your Gaiam TV announcement. And it uses some themes that I’ve developed on this here blog.

So, shall we play a game?

Dig a little deeper

What have we learned about the fractal nature of the universe around us? How does this universal intelligence manifest itself, however unintentionally on our behalf, even in our own writing?

Remember ARCARION from my previous post? I didn’t know about all those fractal layers embedded in my alias that spelt out everything. I discovered it by over-interpreting some music.

Your notebook’s entry you made while in a deep trance in 1996 about “Art Bell doing yoga” is a very interesting piece of writing. It’s got magic written all over it.

I went a bit deeper and analyzed some inner significances of the individual letters of your writing, as well as made my own interpretation of your “data” based on my own experiences that I’ve laid out in my previous posts. And guess what? There seems to be a pattern of coherence in what it could be saying!

Instead of posting the snapshot of the notebook page without permission, I’m going to just type it out. Fair use!

(14)

You’re probably one of very few people in the club who can understand the Ra Material. You’re fat enough in the mouth – you need to wash it down. Up against the wall – now you’re looking for it. It reminds me of when we would touch base before you went on a diet.

Establish your horizons and ask yourself a question: Do I like to sit in school? You can pick an answer. If no, start to study. Take notes.

There is no need for a planned sacrifice. Apples and oranges can be a pair, you know. If that lands national. Saturn returns – it can’t possibly be. Homeopathic TV. Think of Art Bell doing yoga. Maybe something will come of it – maybe some other time. Another period of snow before vacation – you can come inside. Don’t be a slave. Slaves do the work of many for the pay of few. It’s easy to latch on to that feeling of powerlessness. Don’t worry – we have some crazy little dreams waiting for you.

The following weekend, we’re going to have a special function. (diet) Hop in for pizza. What you eat is you, you *now. So is angioplasty.

And now, some ‘crumby’ drops from Rnot-Anon:

Let’s get started. Original text is bold and indented. I’ve made some modifications to the original text.


You’re pRo|bab|Ly one of VeRy Few peopLe in the club who can understand the Ra Material.

What is a “bab”?
Why emphasis on R, L, V, and F?
What club?
Which Ra?


You’re fat enough in the mouth – you need to WASH IT dOwN.

You’ve said a lot over the years, and maybe you have bitten off more than you can chew?
What is WASH IT O N? A place, perhaps?
What letters are not capitalized?


Up against the wALL – now you’re looking for it.

What is a “wall”?
What is “it”? A “map”, perhaps?
What took you so long?


It reminds me of when we would touch base before you went on a diet.

Who’s “me” and “we”?
What else is a “diet”? A restriction of intake? Of words?


Establish your horIZONs and ask yourself a question: Do I like to sit in school?

I don’t like to sit in school. Boring. Nothing to learn. Do you?
How many horizons are there on the open ocean? Just one?


You can pick an answer.

I chose no. What did you choose?


If no, start to study. Take notes.

I studied and took notes. Not in school, that is. Gotta admit, was pretty freaked out by the end.


There is no need for a planned sacrifice.

Well that’s…. scary. Don’t know what to make of this one. Does it HAVE to mean a ritualistic human sacrifice? Or something lower for something higher at a specific time?


AppLes and oRAnges can be a pair, you know.

Oh really? Wouldn’t that be a dream. Well, she and I are a few ways “different”, but nothing is impossible.
Is there only one meaning here?


If that lands natIONal.

What’s this about “land” again? Country? Or landing?
What is the “-ION”, again?


Saturn returns – it can’t possibly be.

Oh yes it can! Wait— what? I don’t own a Saturn, so nope, can’t be a car.
A god?
A renewal?
Which day of the week was he?


Homeopathic TV. Think of Art Bell doing yoga.

Duh!


Maybe something will come of it – maybe some other time.

Crazy when I think about it. Or are we still on the subject of Gaia TV?


Another period of snow before VAcatION – you can come inside.

There’s that “ION” again! But it’s after a .
What is a “snow-white spot”?
Tarry not.


Don’t be a slave. Slaves do the work of many for the pay of few. It’s easy to latch on to that feeling of powerlessness.

This one’s a real GEM.
Sorry about that, David. Not a funny matter.


Don’t worry – we have some crazy little dreams waiting for you.

Aww! Your deep-trance self has the best encouragement for you right now, you’ll see!


The following weekend, we’re GOING to have a special functION.

I considered capitalizing the “FUN” for— wait for it— no reason. HA!
What is a “function”? What action does it perform? Why are the “G”’s capitalized?


(diet) Hop in for pizza.

HOp IN fOR piZza

Still looking for that second “horizon”?
Do you like to sit in school?
Something tells me this isn’t about Pizzagate anymore.

Question: Why “hop” and not “jump”? Can’t “jump in” mean a “wild ride”, too?

Answer: Because “JUMP” won’t look like a sliced pizza, that’s why.

How do you spell HORIZON?
With a pizza.
Hungry?
Have some fruit with that.
Apples and oranges.
How do you slice them?
Think donuts and pizza.
Many meanings.


What you eat is you, you *now.

Still think this sentence has something to do with cannibalism?
What does this “pizza” have to do with “*now”?
Snow-white .


You have more than you know.
I’ve always wanted to say that.

Don’t have a heart attack.

RS

What is in a name?

The title of this amazing blog post is from Shakespeare, but actually I’m not intentionally quoting from Romeo and Juliet to make a subtle suggestion that this post has a romantic connotation to anything. If you’ve been following my blog from the start (which you can read in its entirety in probably 20 minutes), you’ll find that each post builds upon the previous, and then you’ll see that people can do things that seem to connect to a larger metaphysical whole, intentional or not.

Remember the “cartograstrology constellation” of the “sailboat”? I pointed out that everything is interconnected and sometimes that “big picture” can reveal portions of itself at a certain time on someone’s path.

I’m giving this post this title because I’m asking a legitimate question: What is in a name? The answer: when viewing it with an eye for signs of a holographic fractal universe where the whole is contained in the part and everything is connected to everything else, a name can have contained in it more than ever imagined!

So let’s take a look at what is in my name: Rahmat A.K.A. Arcarion— the latter being my gaming handle or online alias.

A little background story: in 2003 when I was 19 I played an online roleplaying game called EverQuest Online Adventures for the PlayStation 2. When deciding what to name my character, I wanted a root alias consisting of a single syllable, knowing I would be called by that in the text box by default, and that root alias would span all of my created “toons”, or characters. I decided it was to be “Arc”. It sounded right to me and I didn’t give it any more thought.

I added a few more letters to it that gave it a fantasy feeling and “Arcarion” was born. When creating new characters, I’d start with the root “Arcarion” and change a letter or two (i.e. Arctarion, Arcarius, Arcurion, Arcturius, etc.) and lo! I had a character naming system!

In 2005 I decided I needed my own web domain, and I’d use it to post media creations and host files, thus ArcarionMedia.com was born. My vision was that it would one day be a huge success and inspire people with my amazing content. So if you are here and have been inspired by my media content— thanks! You’re making my original vision a reality!

Back to the present. I was listening to “Take Flight” by Lindsey Stirling and there’s this synthetic sounding voice that repeats something vague. With this new eye for observing holographic patterns in all things, my imagination seemed to want to hear it saying “are care”. Given the aforementioned parallels in her music video to the “sailboat” constellation on my cartograstrology map of Tacoma, there was a keen interest in what other gems I could dig up that the universe was hiding in the “holofractographic” fabric of all that is, especially with this Vicci-Dia-Lindsey trio of creators.

So, what is my imagination coming up with when I hear that voice in the song? Well, “are care” makes me think of ARCAR(ion), of course! A new rabbit hole to go down!

Since making this connection, the first thing I noticed is that in the word ARC you have an actual geometric arc. See it? It is the letter “C”! The word “arc” pictographically represents an actual arc, with the addition of the letters “ar”, and “ar” reversed is “ra”— the first two letters of my real name. So basically, these three letters are representing my real name mirrored in my root gaming alias. A holo-fractal handle? I didn’t notice before! Mind blown!

Consider that the word “arc” has a reversed— or mirrored— “ra” in it, just as you would imagine that my gaming handle Arcarion is a mirror of myself in the fantasy game world he is in. Taking it a step further, ARCAR has another “ar” in it, on the other side of the “c”, which, as we know, is a geometric arc. What properties does an arc have? Well, it’s symmetrical, for one. That means that half of it mirrors the other half. How can you figure this into the picture? Read it this way:

→   |  ←
AR ⌒ AR

So, just like a mirror creates reversed symmetrical imagery, you would read “AR” left-to-right on the left side of the “C” and right-to-left on the other side.

So what does it ultimately convey?

ARCAR = “ARC (is a reflection of) RA(hmat)”

 

Dang, did I unintentionally pick the most perfect alias or what?!

But the best part comes from the three letters left over: “-ion”: check out what happens when you simply overlay each capitalized letter of “ION” right in the center:


What exactly are we looking at? Everything.

What do I mean by “everything”? Just about everything I’ve shown you thus far with cartograstrology, the sailboat constellation map of Tacoma, the alias ARCARION— everything— is contained in those three letters centered on a single point as a holofractal-pictograph. You read it right— the whole is contained within this image of “ION”, like a hologram or a fractal!

Shall we unravel it?

First, the basics

The four lines you see that are in the “N” and “I” can represent four people: Vicci, Dia, Lindsey, and Rahmat.

What else are in these names? Believe it or not, if you put all four of us together, you get one man: Leonardo Da Vinci. See it in the names?

LEONARDO DA VINCI
LiNdsey / ARD (ARc >|< RD, or RAhmat D.)
DiA
VICcI

Leonardo Da Vinci was a polymath who pretty much did everything from cartography to mathematics to art and science, which is pretty much what is covered across the board here on this blog, and the four of us seem to have a range of skills and talents. (Except for Vicci; aside from music and drama, I think she just watches T.V.)

If you believe in reincarnation (which I do not), then we are the reincarnation of fragments of his fractionated soul. (Sorry for triggering your cognitive dissonance, here, David. Hit me up if you wanna talk about it. I have the utmost compassion as the veils fall away for those who have bought into the reincarnation paradigm of nonsense.) What I mean by “reincarnation” is that his array of attributes are returning here (not essence), albeit distributed among the four of us. And it’s likely got something to do with— oh i dunno— a RENAISSANCE.

The “O” can represent a pair of semicircular arcs divided by the vertical line, conveying symmetry, perfection, and completeness. Also, as stated above, the two semicircle arcs together symbolize ARCAR.

The “N” represents the following:


Though not symmetrical, the "N" when separated by the "I" creates two separate angles that are 180 degrees of rotation apart and opposite of each other.

These can also represent the two “A”s as in ΛrcΛrion, or the two “A”s as in RΛhmΛt

The diagonal line striking through the vertical line represents an edge of the "bowtie" ley line sequence from my previous post, and strangely resembles the lamp in the Take Flight music video.

I like to think it also represents transcendence because it passes over and connects the other three lines, and not just because I want an excuse to tie it in to another Lindsey Stirling song title.

With a little bit of stretching, I can make my ideas all fit together.
See how this ION pictograph represents the "R"s as well as the theme of correspondence?

Letter Elements

Now, if you look at the letters A I O and C that I’ve covered so far, they consist of these basic elements: the arc, the line, the angle, and the circle. Interestingly, when you look at the 26-letter upper case alphabet, they can be broken down into these elements:


"A" is a line and an angle, "B" is two arcs and one line, "C" is one arc, "D" is an arc and a line, etc...

Letter components of “O” and “A”

The circle and angle can be broken down further into two arcs and two lines respectively, which I’ll call components, and these two components in turn make up the four script elements which are either a single or doubled component.

Extra credit assignment:

  1. Break down these two nicknames into their respective components. Examine.

    ARC
    VICCI

  2. What did you discover when you did that?
  3. Describe to yourself or discuss among your friends what it can symbolically illustrate.
  4. What other words or names use ALL FOUR basic elements A or V, C, I, and O? (Ex.: “The VOICe”, ArCarIOn, etc.)

There will be a quiz!