Dare to Rise Above Duality - Up for a Game of Ping Pong?

".....machines living off the biological that are held in a dream state and their energy source is then consumed...."  a sobering thought......


http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=191711
This article by Crystal River appeared on Rumor Mill News on 1/2/2011.
It will be archived at some point and the link will no longer work - but perhaps you can cross reference to the archives by using the 191711 number.
It is all about the numbers......


the numbers...... they repeat by the grace of our consciousness
to show us that We Are......
and they pattern in their mathematical sequences
to show us the code to Being and Playing


I read Whitley Schreiber's book, THE KEY, several years ago.
It taught me two things that I knew to be true because they RESONATED within my body.
The TRUTH ding-donged around my body - the energy heightened, and bounced from one organ, to the interior wall of the membrane -- some of the energy no doubt goes out of my body through my antennae......
And it PINGS, like the old 1st generation computer game, PONG
[Blast from the Past. Circa 1980, U.S.A.]
And when you PING a computer, you are calling it's name by its IP ADDRESS
But anyhow..... back to Whitley:
1) a nuclear blast destroys soul energy - it disintegrates - scatters the energy without pattern or purpose, so that it becomes so very small --- it falls. [like the bible says that man fell?]  It is against The Laws of The Universe to blast matter apart as it occurs in a nuclear blast..... [my physicist brain is not in gear here ---- will pick up on this one later if I remember......]
and
2) long ago and far away, on a dark and stormy night..... now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep..... a civilization in one of Gaia's previous Yugas had/used technology to pull a soul's energy out of matter and imprison it in a container, and they use its energy for their own purposes.  and the energy PINGS around the glass cylinder, shaped like a long flashlight, one cannot see into the ends of the cylinder - they are covered with a dark metal type substance that human eyes cannot see through - and when I read that I knew my soul had once been entrapped inside such a prison - but i was released - and it is likely my source of FEAR.  like the black leopard at the Philadelphia Zoo - who was crazy - just paced in his cage  - did not connect with energy from any other living being....


And the point of all this is? 
To communicate to ALL: Let's do it differently this time.

P.S.  Please turn your TV off.