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July 2019, The return to the Matrix
Finally, here I am back in the world of commerce, wars, mad chefs, crazy politics, Brexit, The Russiagate demise, the Green New Deal and our worldwide neurotic fantasies.
I owe such a return to Frollie with whom I had pleaded in my prayers during my darker days morosely drinking potato wine on a rocky outcrop. One night I had had too much of it and went into a hazy stupour as I lay in my hut. In a flash of blue radiant light, Frollie appeared. It said in a soft compassionate croak: "Don't worry, you will soon be under the seas and return to the outer matrix". And then it disappeared. I was worried at first that this might be an inauspicious omen signaling my demise either by drowning or being plucked by the tentacles of a demented giant octopus that would grab me suddenly near the shore. Both were not unlikely outcomes.
But then thankfully the newly commissioned, quality approved supply submarine "Petrovich" appeared. 300 metres long, it was spectacular in size and just its surfacing in the vicinity of the island created a mini tsunami that almost extinguished life on the island. This beast is powered by a top-secret technology that uses a hybrid of biomass pellets and other classified natural chemical compounds that make this the most ecofriendly war machine ever produced. With an unprecedented speed of 50 knots and a width of 150 feet, it can accommodate 80 sailors and 800 tons of stores, food and drinks. It can stay submerged for 6 months at a time.
It took over two years and many negotiations via the good offices of Ecuadorian intelligence analyst Edoardo with His Most Gracious Admiral Excellency Vulunga and the great Vlad to finally find and persuade a working Russian submarine to come and retrieve me and diplomatic returnees on the remote island Kingdom of Ryinbinska. The problem was that several of those destined to resupply the island autocombusted (inboard fires) and the entire submarine fleet was asked to surface pending safety investigations. About 2000 retired USSR naval admirals, captains and engineers were convened to form the greatest Steering Committee on submarine safety ever.
Russian submarines all over the world headed to the nearest allied ports causing immense problems for mercantile and fishing fleets. A Japanese whaling ship caught one in its huge dragnet by error. What made matters worse - creating a potentially devastating diplomatic and military incident - was that a Japanese sailor fired a harpoon at the sub thinking it a great whale which in turn promptly sank it with a torpedo.
However, this dangerous circumstance produced an upside also for the American, Indian and Chinese navies and intelligence services which all took selfies and close-ups of the vessels and managed a friendly dialogue with the respective crews. It turned out that all of these sailors shared the common wish to just get along, loathed the restrictive conditions and lack of alcohol and longed for the exercise of their biological torpedoes most of all. Strong ties were forged by these exchanges and the world breathed a bit easier for a while. The only other major news involved an Italian cruise line that in avoiding a crash with a surfaced Singaporean sub smashed into a lighthouse near Lampedusa island. The Captain, an ex cabin boy who had worked up the cruise ship ranks to the rank of Captain went missing together with 36 other passengers. He was later found to have joined an NGO vessel (The SEE WITCH) carrying Lybian migrants disguised as a Beduin. He was arrested and joined another 13 Captains imprisoned for abandoning ship during a crisis. The other 36 passengers were never found.
After the recent release of the Wikileaks journalist of the century into the custody of the Royal Government of the great Commodore Lizzy, (an effort spearheaded by a new President with true political pragmatic values and economic ambitions Leonin Eltaco), Edoardo had lost his job as intelligence analyst and been accused of hacking for the US Democrats (the Russians had been exonerated) together with Julian the Bearded Besieged. His diplomatic status had been revoked by the new leadership and so he joined me on the return ride headed for an uncertain future. (although he had been promised a job at the Clitoris Foundation should he ever be in need - for a one-time entry donation of 500,000 USD).
We were united by the fact that both of us had enough of a daily potato, flying fish and octopus diet and longed to re-experience the wide variety of contaminated foods that we had grown up with.
The return journey to the Baltic port via the Antarctic saw a stopover on a giant iceberg where survivors from another sub blaze had been picked up from an abandoned Italian scientific research station used as a frozen spaghetti and lasagna warehouse/safehouse by Italian mafia bosses on the run. They had planned to stay in hiding and recreate a Mafiatlargo estate but the cold conditions spurred them to sell the entire stock of frozen spaghetti to the Arctic UFO base finding fleets. The iceberg had detached from Antarctica and was travelling to Panama at a speed of 4 KPH.
Enough of this. We made it safely home. Edoardo was offered refugee status in Russia and a professorship at the Moscow Institute for Strategic Island studies. He authored several best selling books: The Octopus Conspiracy, The Wives of Vulunga, Hacking Sweet Potatoes and The Secret Bunker of Ryinbinska.
I am now recovering in a part of Europe that wants to be annexed by a bewildered Tonga since its citizens wish to opt for a political union with the small Polynesian island monarchy and get out of the tentacles of the Socialist European Union of Technocratic Republics known as the EU.
The biggest
Plot uncovered
I have not seen Frollie for a very long time. But I know I
am not the best channel on this planet and I eagerly await the day that I may see
the Great Being again. The universe always works in strange ways and it knows
what to do.
Meanwhile, I am fascinated by the ongoing unfolding
conspiracies that now beat any twisted reality show or Hollywood movies. And I
discovered “What really happened!”.
I have been following the international book tour of the failed
presidential candidate Hilham Rodent Crypton. In the book she explains that her
effort at becoming the first masculine female president failed because of subversion
by a vast number of conspirators. These
included the Russians, the Macedonians, the unions, agents in her own party,
agents in the opposition party, agents of the Vatican, the FBI agents, estate
agents, the news media, comedians, pineapple lobbyists and her niece.
Curious by what really lay behind the scenes I contacted an
Ecuadorian friend of mine, Edoardo via internet. He works in the intelligence
service of an island state, Ryinbinska situated in the Atlantic Ocean that is accessible
only by nuclear submarine. I was
extremely lucky to have been invited there by special authority of Vlad the Great,
(his close lifelong friend) who knew that this story would never be believed
(except by outlets such as Non Broadcasting Corp, ABNC, Cretine News Netwok and
Bloated Broadcasting Co. in whom no one believes in anyway).
I flew to Moscow and after a pleasant sojourn of three days
visiting this beautiful city and enjoying coffee and a rare chat with freedom hero
Ed Snowman, I was escorted by a beautiful FSB agent via a Trump helicopter to a
Ukrainian fishing ship. I immediately noticed that it had a largely Bulgarian
and Macedonian crew. They took me out to some location I cannot name since I
have no idea where that was. It was too
dark to see inside the old diesel-powered ship let alone outside of it. At
about two am I was awakened by a tall thin gnarled sailor with a stuffed parrot
on his beret who escorted me to a life boat that was lowered by silent crew
members into the waters. The boat made its way to a massive black submarine “Ciciornia”
and drew up alongside it. The captain, a friendly bearded man with a pipe in
his mouth and a bottle of vodka in one hand welcomed me on board in excellent
English and told me that the journey would take one month. He had studied 11 years in Scotland as an
exchange student and that accounted for his Scottish accent. I drank vodka with
him at breakfast, lunch and dinner and attempted to sing and play the balalaika
every night but I do not remember much except that time passed very quickly.
Arrival:
The Ciciornia had to halt several kms from the island
and we had to make shore via a Lithuanian built special forces rigid inflatable
boat. The Navy had ordered that the design should resemble a crocodile with two
heads to reflect an aggressive and merciless tactical unit to be feared. This
powered rubber crocodile propelled us to the shore but one of its heads popped
as it hit a jutting rock. I now understood the great wisdom of having two
heads. As it headed back I heard another pop and the outboard engine went silent.
I know not what happened to this day.
The country: It is a mountainous island about 13 sq. kms wide and 26 sq. kms long with a resident population of 380 people two-thirds of whom are female (census 2015 excluding foreign nationals).
Its main products are orange coloured potatoes, Aloe Vera and fish, including flying fish that regularly land just about anywhere on land including in people’s gardens. There are no birds since none can survive the flight distance. The island is ruled by a self-appointed lifelong Monarch (His Excellency Emperor Chief of All Admiral Vulunga Xokhanghazan Bibi) whose lineage was never fully explored since travel is restricted and no aircraft could accurately locate the site let alone land on it. It has no port so no ship (excepting submarines that halt a mile or so offshore) can dock there. It is additionally surrounded by rough huge rocks and giant octopuses. Once an Italian cruise ship of the COSAMICOSTA cruise lines lost its way and crashed onto the rocks losing all on board except the captain who got out in time and later married a local Ryinbinskian potato farmer to avoid prosecution in Italy. The wreck of the huge ship (O’MIO'DIO) is now a tourist attraction for those residing on the island and is visited mostly over the weekends. Foreign nationals gather in the evening in front of it at makeshift cafes sipping potato wine and Thai rum to the melodious sounds of Gadulkas, Bulgarian Tambouras and Tamburitzas, Tupan Drums, Kaval and Bulgarian Dvoyanka double pipe flutes. The country is not a part of the UN and does not participate in any international treaty. It is so off the map that it’s the perfect intelligence hub.
One man is allowed to marry three wives (with the exception
of the ruler who is a prolific reproducer and has 23) but the rest of the country follows
a one child only policy to control population growth. In fact, this strategic
location earns huge revenues from its expat residents - more than the local inhabitants
could ever generate. It has no airport since
it’s impossible to blast away the mountains and refuel anything. The most common form of transport is the Nigerian
mule although no one can explain how this biological entity evolved on this
land. It is speculated that the territory may have been part of the African continent
millions of years ago and drifted off together with the unfortunate animal
following a subterranean volcanic explosion. Or that
ships that wrecked upon its rocks disgorged livestock and survivors that now constituted
its populace. The only other non-indigenous species that are to be found on the
island are the Chechen chicken, two Libyan camels and the Algerian cows.
Today only 12 cows and two bulls remain and are considered endangered.
His Excellency, the Emperor (see below) has issued a 15 year closing order for
the only steakhouse on the shoreline in order to allow for regeneration.
Two camels were sent as a gift (2000) from the former now deceased
Lybian King of Kings via an old freighter that also ran aground on a shallow
reef…there were only two survivors: the camels. A green desert mega-sized tent along with 2000 cans
of HALAL sardines, 1 ton of hashish, 50 kilograms of potatoes and one dead
canary were recovered. The head of State instituted a new regiment: The Ryinbinskian Camel Brigade headed by a Supreme Land and Camel Forces General (His
Excellency).
The country does not use traditional fossil fuels for
powering machines but uses instead advanced hydrogen-generating energy from
its potatoes. The three-wheel vehicles
(about 30 in total) called the “Nietniet” are powered by starch fuel cells
designed in the Russian Federation and built in Cuba. They are then sent to Venezuela
and triangulated back to the Baltic Black Seaport where they are disassembled to baffle and bewilder the western intel community. The shipment "submaris" then follows!
These vehicles have a range of 600 metres as a result of a limited single untarred road and cannot proceed further being limited by rocks and thick vegetation. Thus traffic congestion is common. They can, however, travel onto the potato fields to the west if they are not shot by the owners.
These vehicles have a range of 600 metres as a result of a limited single untarred road and cannot proceed further being limited by rocks and thick vegetation. Thus traffic congestion is common. They can, however, travel onto the potato fields to the west if they are not shot by the owners.
There are several accredited embassies: Macedonia, Bulgaria,
Balochistan, and Abkhazia and all mine internet data for the Russians. It is rumored that
Wikileaks has a presence on the island and operates a secret underground IT
bunker beneath a vast potato farm. The EU is not welcome there so it has no
presence, neither are the Saudis, Americans or Chinese (all of whom tried to
buy it when it was mistakenly posted on E-bay by a drunk embassy attaché - but
failed). The Israelis had covertly approached the Russians and attempted to
establish a covert presence there but there were no overt or covert
recognizable enemies to kill and so ended any further discussion. The Americans had
contemplated an invasion exercise having heard of its existence, could not find
it and decided that North Korea was a top priority. Also, they could not run the
risk of losing more hi-tech naval groups
to better built solid container ships that might be lurking in the area looking
for a crash.
The island has its local bank and currency the Rib. The ruble is also used and it accepts any copper coins and magnesium tablets, considered legal tender. Weed and opium are legal, however, the only alcohol allowed is Muang Thong from Thailand – the result of special trade negotiations in exchange for squid and octopus tentacles. It is prohibited to sell or consume other foreign alcoholic beverages. The Holy C opened a bank there in 1990 run by a Colombian Cardinal Alfonso El Possedente and a southern Italian banker Dr. Mario Mangano Gorgonzola, (aka fat lips GOGO). In 2016 both were recalled to Rome and were arrested for serious crimes and racketeering. The bank was taken over by the Supreme Honorary Banker of the Kingdom of Ryinbinskia (His Excellency).
There is also a mission of the Omnipresent Military Order of Malta, (OMOM) an independent state possessing no land but several buildings in Rome and on the island as well as many medals and crosses. They run a free hospital named: Segretum Super Omnipraesent Supremus Ordo Militaris Hospitalis Sancti Ioannis Hierosolymitani Rhodius et Melitensis Hospitium Rhyibiniusis. A long wall, donated and built by generous Mexicans was erected to display the long name of this Hospital. His Excellency later objected to this name believing it to be a secret coded curse designed to destabilize the island and painted it out. It was replaced by the new acronym MOM considered more appropriate than OMOM. The rest of the wall was made available to local artists who painted glorious potato fields and happy peasants on the blank parts.
February 2017: Somewhere in SUKHOTHAI. The return of Frollie.
Those that are familiar with and interested in my earlier encounters with Frollie will be happy to hear about the most recent amazing development. I had been used to engaging this wise being from another planet, in a light form, where She appeared to me whilst I was abiding in a particular vibratory state. To some that may be considered a form of meditation.
One night something made me awaken at around 2.00 am in the morning. I switched on the lights and wondered about my cabin. An out of place contour caught my eye: there was a bulb like shape on the wall of my cabin. It was a petite frog.
The embassies employ a total of 3,000 people (Foreign Led Operational Staff - FLOSS) half of
which are computer specialists and the other are support staff. They do however
operate one of the most effective hacking and mind swaying operations that the world has ever
known. The Russians, today one of the most powerful and intellectually superior
powers in the world, set up this secret centre with the objective of manipulating
public opinion, generating fake news and putting pragmatic business magnates in
power across the world. Walking down the gravelly uneven roads one would think
that the only commercial activities here besides potatoes and fishing are 39 internet companies and 15 restaurants serving octopus delicacies and bright orange
French fries. That would be true. From here, a worldwide plot to undermine democracies by
influencing billions of unthinking voters across the world is underway and little understood - excepting by Hilham Rodent who pieced a large piece of the puzzle together over a salami pizza and distraught by the fear of failure weaponized what little she knew. The greatest intelligence agencies in the
world remain largely unaware of the existence of this subversive hub. The great giveaway should
be the name of the main street lit by three lamp posts: The Put-in Way. And it is no coincidence that Octopi (Octopuses for the Americans) surround the island. The perfect emblem for this high stakes grand strategy.
Oh, and I will be here for another 6 months until the sub returns again with supplies. In the meantime, I have been put up at the Ecuadorian Friendship
mission located in an underground bunker under a potato farm.
Those that are familiar with and interested in my earlier encounters with Frollie will be happy to hear about the most recent amazing development. I had been used to engaging this wise being from another planet, in a light form, where She appeared to me whilst I was abiding in a particular vibratory state. To some that may be considered a form of meditation.
One night something made me awaken at around 2.00 am in the morning. I switched on the lights and wondered about my cabin. An out of place contour caught my eye: there was a bulb like shape on the wall of my cabin. It was a petite frog.
“Hello, it is I – don’t you recognize me?” A blue orb briefly flashed and surrounded this creature and as quickly faded.
I stood staring, goose bumps running riot across my skin.
“B..b…b…b…but why are you now a real frog?” I stammered.
“Croakety crooo. When I appeared to you as a light form was I not then a real frog too?”
It was a fair point. After all the molecular structure might have changed but this creature’s wisdom remained wholly intact and identifiable. I had been discoursing with this frog before and I was now doing the same thing in its physical manifestation. It was all quite logical really.
“How long will you stay in my room for?” I asked somewhat in awe since this being was an evolved Frog that was not really a frog: yet “She” was biologically fully qualified to be one.
“A little while, I think!” came the reply. “the world is headed for some major changes now and I thought I would come to assist you to clarify certain events – for a bit!.”
I felt very privileged but tried not to show it. But as always that mental demeanor of mine did not cut it. Frollie was an uncanny mind reader!
“Oh stop feeling too proud of yourself. As I am appearing here before you, I am also appearing in 1,000, 000 other parallel worlds doing the same thing with other beings”.
An unfortunate moth crossed Frollie’s path and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I wondered in which world that would reemerge.
“Oh don’t worry, it’ s done its thing as a moth. It will be a beautiful bird with three eyes and blue plumage next.”
Well why not!
“I am happy that you will be here but what should I do to support you?” I asked. I was ill equipped to host an enlightened Frog Being of the 10th dimension.
“Just keep the water tub in your bathroom topped up. I don’t need anything else. Skin care you know!”
“You know Venerable Frollie: I had a very clear dream, am I out of place asking you to comment on it now?”
“No go right ahead…..that is why I am here. Did I not just say that?”.
This amphibian that flashed in the ether, walked on walls and dwelt in water tubs was always on point.
“Ok. I saw a strange kind of planet that gradually changed back and forth from a peaceful blue white to an orange red colour: quite beautiful. There were many lakes and flowers and there were gentle rolling hills. In the centre there was a gold castle adorned with diamonds and rubies. In the main hall was a huge decorated throne.
A very well known beheader from the days of the inquisition came before this majestic white light on the throne. He would say: “Praises to you Lord of Light, thou are most merciful and blessed.”
The Light would then answer: “Thank you my son, you have cut off many heads in my name did you not?”
“Yes I acted out of duty to please you and send you those that committed heinous crimes. The high priest appointed me in Your name” came the humble reply.
“Of course… you did what you thought was right. Now please come here”
The ex-beheader approached reverently expecting to be gifted with an infusion of wander and pleasure.
The Being of Light radiated great compassion…then a beam of a dazzling intense, green laser like light cut off his head and his form disappeared in a smoky vapor.
Shortly thereafter the head and body rematerialized. The ex-executioner was shocked and stunned.
“Why did you do that to me oh loving Lord?” he asked.
The Light replied “Because I am merciful and blessed as you say and you have done this many times in my name. So I wish to reward you for your faith in me”.
And with that another light beam appeared and once again severed his head.
This continued daily without respite. One morning he pleaded with the mighty Light: “Excuse me merciful Lord, how long will this go on for? I would love to see the valleys, mountains and lakes and find my peace here with you”.
The loving voice replied: “Of course you do my son, so did all those whose lives you have shortened. As tiny seeds grow into huge trees, so do these seeds expand to give you more experience. You see the Light of the universe answers and reflects every intention, action and aspiration. Do you understand my son?”
The poor confused man remained silent …and the beam severed his head once again.”
I completed my narration and just stood there looking at Frollie.
Frollie gazed at me silently. In my mind I heard very clearly: do you really need any more explanation from me?
And this time, unusual as it is for me, I remained reverently silent.
December 12, 2014 a Friday before a Saturday...
I had a remarkable dream: perhaps not a dream as such, it had more of the characteristics of a vision. Some of you might have experienced this already…a state of consciousness not quite slumber, not quite wakefulness yet the images are crisp, lucid and very real. I saw Rome from a position of no form – I was hovering over it. I was looking at the Vatican City: there were now 8 popes in retirement, each dwelling in a monastic structure surrounded by 24 Swiss guards, each with a huge obelisk and a giant sphinx on its lawn. A voice from somewhere told me that not one pope now wanted to fulfill their mandate as a result of their being elected at an advanced age and so opted for retirement just a few years after their election. This had created more problems for the already small city that, with a need for more space had needed to convert more chapels and source out prayers and confessions to call centres in the Philippines and India.
The Latin inscriptions in the main chapel had been replaced by Chinese characters: the same voice from beyond indicated that China had purchased the Holy See in addition to a bankrupt Italy: the Italian Government was headed by its new prime minister Giacomo Yin Xi Fung. China had also purchased most of the Middle East (Dubai had been designated as an autonomous region, Kuwait had become an international camel dealership) as well as all of Europe excepting Holland, Belgium and Scandinavian countries which it had refused to buy for reasons unknown. In this same vision what used to be North Korea flashed by: it no longer existed as, through an unfortunate set of miscommunication within its upper military ranks, it had gone to war with itself with disastrous consequences.
The Latin inscriptions in the main chapel had been replaced by Chinese characters: the same voice from beyond indicated that China had purchased the Holy See in addition to a bankrupt Italy: the Italian Government was headed by its new prime minister Giacomo Yin Xi Fung. China had also purchased most of the Middle East (Dubai had been designated as an autonomous region, Kuwait had become an international camel dealership) as well as all of Europe excepting Holland, Belgium and Scandinavian countries which it had refused to buy for reasons unknown. In this same vision what used to be North Korea flashed by: it no longer existed as, through an unfortunate set of miscommunication within its upper military ranks, it had gone to war with itself with disastrous consequences.
My perception then suddenly jolted to another place in space and time. I was observing a planet filled with plants and flowers the likes of which I had not encountered before. Waterfalls sprang from beautiful verdant mountains and animals, such as those we find on earth, coexisted throughout all species. Dazzling tigers were pasturing together with what in our world would be their preys. The same voice informed me that all animals on this particular planet were vegetarians. Beings of light form were either still or wandered about extremely slowly. Their contours were not unlike those of our species: they shimmered in bright blue and it was not obvious which forms were males and which were females. When they were still, their colour changed to a dazzling bright blue white. It was glorious…a sense of peace, vitality and wellbeing, joy and affection pervaded my own consciousness. I beheld a tall yet gently contoured mountain atop of which there was a great golden temple exuding countless rays of light. As soon as I expressed my interest in it, I was instantly there. I floated into this extraordinary dwelling and found myself in a hall that was studded and decorated with an uncountable number of sparkling jewels of all colours: all perfectly arranged in circular or spiraling patterns and designs which were as intricate as I had ever seen anywhere before. The hall was empty: that is until a huge golden throne appeared in a flash of light. On it to my astonishment was none other than Frollie the Frog. In the same instant myriads of lights forms appeared filling pretty much what was an already vast space.
“Oh welcome to my shack at last” it croaked modestly. I could not speak…although my mind was extremely clear in beholding this experience, I was unable to utter a word as I had no voice.
“Just use the power of your thoughts, you do not need a voice here” Frollie advised, obviously aware of my predicament.
The retinue around Frollie beamed sapphire blue and white lights in my direction and I experienced a great sensation of lightness, bliss and clarity. I had never felt freer in my life…suddenly I was able to perceive the very gentle and loving thoughts of all around me without any feeling of being overwhelmed. It was a remarkable experience.
“I cannot quite believe what I am seeing”, I thought.
“Oh that’s quite normal…you were just in the right energy zone and we gave you a little help to get here.”
Frollie’s throat bobbed. “It was time for you to perceive another reality in a new dimension. So here you are!”.
“Is this real?”
“As real as anything conscious that combines with energy can produce” came the answer. I never thought in my wildest dreams that even a super frog like Frollie could manifest such splendor.
Frollie caught the thought. “Oh really? Watch this….” Frollie’s form turned into light and reappeared again – as a tall staggeringly handsome youthful man with deep crystal blue eyes and flowing golden hair. It then transformed into a beautiful maiden with extremely fine and delicate features and then reverted to its former Frog form.
“Was that you????” my perception faltered and I felt a sense of dizziness. Gradually my focus returned.
“Indeed the same one…where do you think they got the story about the frog and the princess from ?”
That made sense but up to a point: “…but why on earth would you choose to remain in a frog’s body ?”
It might have been a rude observation but I had to ask. I would have opted for either of the shining prince/maiden forms anytime!
“Oh, its more fun, it keeps the ego in check and I have a lower following which is not as demanding. Works well for me. I like to choose who I work with".
“But what about my vision of a completely changed world. What gave rise to that?”
In front of me or perhaps inside me (which was odd since I had no outside to speak of) images flashed by of everything that had happened on the planet since its formation. Billions of images rolled out every split second, I could see them all up to the most recent I had witnessed. This exhaustive kaleidoscope stopped.
Frollie beamed and everything disappeared in a flash of light and I found myself in my bed, awake and feeling refreshed.
A thought struck me: what if I really created all this or helped to make it happen in some way. After all it was projected in my own mind and it was there that it dissolved. And then a quote came to mind.
“Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it.
Match the frequency of the reality that you want
and you cannot help but get that reality.
It can be no other way. This is not philosophy,
this is physics.”
Albert Einstein
January 31 2014, the day before February
Reflections with Frollie (Part 1)
It was one of those “feel good”days. The sun was bright: a slight breeze filtered through the trees and the bamboo grove…I was sitting outside on a chair with a strong cup of coffee that promised an intense bout of palpitations. I was reading about the doings of Jean Paul Bastien de Girome, a French Count who, born into immense wealth, could afford to dedicate his entire lifetime to the study of the esoteric sciences. The journalist for the well known if somewhat declining readership of Le Pimple magazine, Claude Rake-Lemerd had not been too kind in his review of the wealthy celebrity. In fact he had never been kind to anyone, for that was would have sent sales plunging even faster than a Sumo wrestler coming off ice skates. The coverage on the exploits of other celebs such as Tim Kardigan was no longer of interest to anyone since many of the readers unable to afford mummification surgery had passed into the great beyond. Enough numbers of people had begun asking why on earth this kind of seemingly eternal reportage on everything trivial mattered and with sales and profits in freefall, the editor Slim Piercing had wiped the Kardigans from the collective memory of Le Pimple's remaining and disenfranchised readers.
Le Comte Girome’s take on life on the other hand was interesting for me. He had begun consulting psychics from the age of 12. Encouraged by his deceased godmother who appeared to him one evening after he mistakenly downed a bottle of cognac that he believed to be pear syrup, he had begun to seek out the counsel of the “gifted ones”. The problems really began when he turned 18. He had by then consulted 139 psychics at a great cost to his inherited wealth and there were clear indications regarding the cost to his emotional well being too. The first ten consultations were straightforward: he sought and received answers to all his predicaments…they were not always correct so this prompted him to return to the earlier mentors that he had consulted. This cycle continued until the first 60 had became so confused about what they actually said and meant that about half abandoned their gifted careers and joined together to form a new spiritual network dedicated to channelling psychic bats from the deep caves in inner earth. The others opted for easier and as lucrative professions: bankers, traders, politicians, spa managers, charismatic ministers and so on. Some of those that were more unstable attempted Voodoo spells to get rid of La Comte but his innocence was such that those that tried these tactics all perished from the same spell they had intended for him. It was at this juncture and in a state of total absorption that I perceived a strong presence near me…I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in sensing what would happen next…and sure enough when I opened my eyes again there was Frollie hovering on the dazzling golden flying plate…
I also heard the clear blare of trumpets in my head. I was not sure whether to speak this out. But of course I had no need to.
Frollie raised his webbed foot: “Oh don’t mind that, it goes with this job…another perk you see”. Well the perks were not at all uncompetitive.
Relieved at my relative sanity I was able to focus more on the shining presence of this remarkable amphibian. Frollie was truly glowing and shimmering in quite a beautiful way.
“So you are engrossed in another trivial enquiry?” he croaked …majestically.
As usual I could not deny it. “Matter of fact yes, I was just wandering how someone could consult so many psychics and get nowhere at all apart from a state of bankruptcy.” For some reason I felt a little defensive.
“Why does it matter to you?” came the reply. What I liked about Frollie was that you could have a ping pong type of debate.
“Oh it just does not make sense”. I thought that was obvious.
“Oh so you worry about what does not make sense to you?”
“Of course I do, I am trying to understand the human condition” That seemed to be to be a fair assertion.
Frollie beheld me with a bemused expression…
“Are you worried about the logic used by unhappy earthlings such as Iddi Amen, Rudolf Hitter, Gorge Tush, Picky Chany, Olama Droner…or by the millions of viruses and bacteria that act in myriads of different directions accomplishing completely different and illogical actions by your standards?”
I tried to sound reasonable. “No of course not, there are so many of them, how could I possibly try to figure them all out?”
“Oh you do?” Frollie’s look seemed like a glare. The bulbous eyes piercing mine steadily.
“I do indeed!”
“So why follow the story of this one individual pursuing and living out his own state of confusion which is as much his right as is that of those choosing an opposite path. If you can ignore the other millions why don’t just you just throw in this one too???”
That had me stumped. It was a good question. Why on earth was I so interested in delving into the doings of European royal bloodlines gone awry.
My mouth went into action before my brain could caution it to stay zipped.
“Its all that money and potential that has been completely squandered. So many lives that could have changed our world for the better…” I was about to get heated.
Frollie’s stare softened, although being a frog I was not completely sure.
“So what you are really saying is that if you had the money, power and everything else you would have put it to better use?”
“Absolutely, without a doubt”.
Frollie emanated such a strong feeling of compassion that I felt reluctantly and oddly almost very close to tears.
“So ...you still have not understood the plot my dear friend…if you really believed in this reality you would have created it yourself, just in the same way that everyone creates theirs. Why do you focus on meaningless external events that you cannot influence? Do you know how many universes there are out there? Can you even imagine the infinite forms of life and expressions that exist, so different from any one that you know?”.
Oh good grief…I had just fallen into the matrix trap once again.
“Well, of course I know all that…” Here I stumbled and fell – verbally and emotionally.
Now Frollie’s tone became sharper.
“So you know all that, you believe in all that and why then are you still failing to act on your knowledge? Are you serious about your own desire fulfilment or are you unconsciously trying to repeat your past?”.
And to that, I had no answer!!!!!
September 2013, nearly October
FROLLIE AND THE GRAY
I was casually browsing through the latest news articles, reviewing them against the latest “light and love” bulletins and prognostications – nothing much had changed. The main stream media continued to proclaim imagined progress and economic recoveries, real issues such as education, peace and our planet left as usual to the last place. The galactic media continued to fantasize about just about everything out of this worldly blending truth, religions and egoic experiences with imagination and obsession.
My next door neighbor, a spaced out hacker with a great IQ but seriously limited EQ had finally given up trying to tap into the coming spaceships communication centres. Following the galactic ambassadors announcement attentively, he had been waiting for several years for the arrival of the mass landings that never were or would be. He had occupied the roof of our small condominium and set up radio transmitters linked to two computers, a telescope, a stellar software application and other tech things I did not recognize.
Seeing his haggard appearance as he spent entire night shifts by his gadgets, I had tried to explain to him that if he indeed saw the kind of spaceship he was imagining it would most probably be a new generation earthly spy drone. Highly evolved spiritual beings were as unlikely to be using technology or one that could be hacked into as the central banks were likely to cease printing money. But alas this was to no avail…
One night, as he was attempting to track and connect to an alleged mother ship that was to appear from Nibiru over the continent he finally got the message. He had seen a large triangular thing with blinking lights overhead and he began typing codes on multiple keyboards and turning dials excitedly trying to connect with "their" system. Regrettably he was so successful that the onboard computer flipped, unable to read the conflicting commands. It began spinning dizzyingly, rising vertically up before descending and turning upside down until finally, after multiple gyrations and unable to take more punishment, a large piece of the crazed triangle snapped. It fell out of the sky smashing and annihilating his life’s work and expensive technology. He was spared by a last minute impulse to get up and walk. The air force had just lost an advanced surveillance drone they were testing (hoping to catch glimpses of a famous busty model living nearby). Much to their embarrassment the other larger part of the craft found its way into a senior citizen’s home resulting in the ascension of all the residents. It was cheerfully heralded in the galactic press as proof that the ET’s had finally come and that ascension was taking place.
This event was immediately blamed by western governments and via the main press agencies and TV cable networks on the North Koreans. The latter, unable to understand a word of the official statement that indicted them for this despicable act, decided to test fire another missile over Japan as an act of self-defence. Unfortunately that too did not go well. The giant explosive tin can veered off course and landed on an Italian cruise liner sinking it and all its passengers. The great irony was that the passengers had signed up for a week's cruise and workshop dedicated to "A New Golden dawn in the 5th dimension". The captain was the only survivor in the third dimension having abandoned ship as soon as he had seen the blazing fireball heading for his ship. A spokeswoman for the star Elecktra, Anita Jacobson had to withdraw a statement in which she had originally indicated that a Pleadian Reconnaissance scout ship had taken out the rocket. She too acknowledged that it was the North Koreans working with a dark alliance.
It was in the midst of these reflections that a popping sound accompanied by a flash of blue white light manifested in my field of perception. It was Frollie hovering on his golden flying disc looking majestic. He was accompanied by a silvery grey shimmering silhouette that was reminiscent of Casper the ghost.
I pulled myself together. “Hello there, a warm welcome to you and your…er, shape???” I did not know which words would be appropriate here. The blur that alternated between a bright silver and gray had no limbs and resembled a big inverted egg with two large oval eyes atop a shifting blob. My eyes were rather stressed.
“Croak! Croak – I see that you are still engaging in trivia!” came the reproachful response. This was a fact that I could not deny. “I would like you to meet gee-four-see-one, a gray being from Orion”.
The being now expanded and slowly contracted to its former size leaving me a little disconcerted and queasy. What was more, the luminescent blue eyes disappeared and then reappeared as purple in a different place on the blur. I was unsure which part to address…but I did my best.
“Greeting oh gray g4c1….er, how are you?”
A deafening sound exploded in my head, pretty similar to an earphone jack being plugged into a maxed out volume control.
“Nice to meet you…please hold…apologies…adjusting now!”…my ear drums had taken the shock wave.
A long pause. Then: “...sorry is that better?”
“Yes, I can hear you now at normal voice level, thank you”. The voice in my head went silent. And remained so…I slapped my head twice seeking sound. It hurt! “Hello? Hello?”
“I am not speaking now..’ came the reply. This was awkward. I did not know what I was supposed to do or say next. Frollie came to my aid.
“Why don’t you ask him some questions and try to learn from another being from another dimension? That is why I brought him to you”.
This did not really help me. I had trouble enough trying to understand beings from this dimension, additionally I knew nothing about grays or Orion. What was one supposed to ask: how is your other blob doing??? Are you shimmering well?? How is your shape shift going?”.
I decided on a direct thought approach. “You are changing colours continuously. Can you explain how that happens and why”. Pause.
“No..it is just so” came the voice. This was not helpful.
“Who is your leader?” I asked. After all every alien asks to be taken to their leader - at its great peril of course. I thought I had a right to ask.
“Geeone-seeone.none”. silence.
I turned to Frollie: “this is about as informative as a rock”.
Frollie nodded. Something about this experience was becoming familiar. I was beginning to get this. The great amphibian master was delivering a master class in existence and priorities.
I had my eureka moment. “Oh I get it - it does not really matter!!! I mean who cares…there as many beings out there as there are here. Different shapes, colours and modes of communication but we face the same contradictions: they either confuse or bore you to death”. I felt as if a light had just pierced a dark mantle. “it does not matter what they look like! It’s beside the point. The whole purpose is to get beyond any point in time and space”. I felt an energy surge.
The ectoplasmic creature suddenly shrank to a gray dot and vanished. Frollie was emitting golden rays and the bulbous orbs had a joyful playful glint in them.
“Exactly!”
And in an instant, Frollie too dissolved into a bright blue light.
It was going to be a good day.
Contact & Disclosure: Frollie reappears
After a period of intense work activity during which I had no time to focus on the goings on in the galactic sphere, I finally revisited cyberspace to check out the latest developments. Not much had changed: I stumbled upon an article or to be precise it was more like a paternal bulletin written with a repetitive hypnotic cadence, one of many I had seen before.
It referred to yet another prediction of mass landings in July on the White House lawn to be followed by fleets landing in the Vatican, Luxemburg, Amsterdam, Buckingham Palace, Tonga, Uganda, Venezuela and Siberia.
Its author Seldom Idle, a man with an interesting quadrangular head was at it again. I had watched his videos and read his biography which I found extremely interesting.
Born in Latvia around 5 or 6 decades ago, his infancy was shrouded in mystery. His mother was of Rumanian aristocratic descent and a wealthy landowner. As for his father...here is where the mystery deepens. His biographer Sir Alexander Bullalot notes: “we run into problems when we attempt to identify and reconstruct Seldom’s actual lineage and early years. There are confused accounts about who his paternal father might have been. It was well known that there were several people frequenting the secluded family home at the time: a lawyer from Serbia, a Latvian barber, a Rabbi who claimed he was Jesus, a retired South African Police Colonel, a Russian Orthodox Bishop from Moscow and a man with a bluish hue with four arms. What is known is that around the time that Seldom appeared his father disappeared. In fact all the men disappeared. And shortly after this inexplicable break up his mother courted and married a Rumanian gambling boss leaving Seldom in a pram in front of a post office. According to the records of the time, including press cuttings, police reports and social services files young Seldom disappeared almost immediately. Several surviving acquaintances this author interviewed reported stories of witnesses seeing a 5 story vertical conch shell appearing one night near his shelter, emanating green flashing lights into which the child “was as if absorbed” prior to a rapid vertical ascent into the moonlit sky”.
Fascinating! I was trying to put myself into Seldom’s shoes and imaging the shock of it all. I suspected the four armed bluish man at this point, it was a potential indicator of something sinister pretty much like the butler who always did it in crime stories of old.
Seldom tells us what happened next: “I remember growing up in this strange conch like flying machine that often span uncontrollably during meal times or would fly upside down whilst I was trying to sleep.
After a while I learned to eat my meals during the sudden spinning by doing the same, a habit I still have today which is why I have to eat alone. When the craft turned upside down my body eventually acclimatized. My head stopped bumping into surfaces and I sustained no more fractures on waking. To this day I am still dizzy most of the time and I have difficulty with my directions. A purple tall, nurse without ears from Venus was always at hand to place me in a GEX/Ultraton Reconstitution chamber, in which I would black out prior to awakening healed - but with some memory loss. There were many kind and nurturing beings: a huge bat like figure about 7 foot tall who walked upside down, an octopus who fed me, washed and changed my diapers all at the same time. And a fine teacher It was too. A porpoise with two legs from Vega was the Commander.
The 12hour shift pilot was a three headed chameleonoid from Orion who seemed to always be arguing with one or both his other heads and I think this may have accounted for the craft's wild spinning episodes. I recall the one time that the Commander tried to reconcile a conflict between them. They all united at that point and he faced fierce three headed opposition. He backed off and they resumed arguing. I was never able to bond with them since their 6 eyes kept on rolling autonomously in different directions when not glaring at each other. And they also changed colour when agitated so it was difficult to distinguish them from the flight deck panels lighting. These were the only lonely moments of an otherwise fulfilling and unassuming youth.
I learned to speak in various galactic multiplanetary languages. The big bat was my coach, spoke in many chatters and was in fact the pilot who took over the deck’s operations on the other 12 hour shift, when I was trying to sleep."
Goodness. This biography was starting to make my own head spin as I tried to fathom all this and fit it into a plausible paradigm. It made no sense and yet Sir Bullalot, a former rogue trader and tabloid editor turned biographer had accounted for the lives of many unique people with distinction, such as Fiona Lewis of the Yorkshire pet shop chain, Jeremy Twaddle the Alaskan expert and author on silkworms and Lucky Johnson the blind pugilist from Harlem.
The more my left brain tried desperately to struggle with fitting these pieces together the more exhausted I became. I felt a surreal mixture of tiredness and hazy perception.
And it was in this space that a flashing orb appeared. I sensed the energy signature an instant before the light form materialized Frollie.
“KROAK KROAK” . Frollie was as radiant and authoritative as ever. A presence you respected and welcomed, like a wise owl minus the wings.
“Hello - I missed you, you just disappeared on me for quite a while” I smiled warmly, genuinely thrilled with this reunion.
“Yes, you were in another busy dimension so it was difficult to make contact, plus I have been elevated again and you should see the paperwork. If you think that you have problems with your bureaucracy on earth you should see ours. All the spiritual hierarchies and councils are forever meeting and issuing minutes that need to be constantly redone since they are always disagreeing and misunderstanding each other. Not a decent translator around which is also why nothing will happen on real disclosure for at least another 10.000 earth years”.
Frollie stared at me and continued: “...but I have taken a sabbatical and you vibrated at a frequency I could hop into”. As if to emphasize the point, Frollie hopped on his flying plate 3 times.
“Congratulations on your elevation. I am so happy to see you back. Eh, why did you just hop on your plate three times?”
“Oh just getting exercise after all the paperwork”. But of course.
“I was just reading about the amazing story of Seldom Idle, The Galactic Centre Command’s ambassador on earth. Trying to figure it out is a puzzle. Have you heard about him?”
“Oh yes, dear Seldom: good being but rather confused you know. The Galactic Centre Command is actually a trade name for an Interspatial Call Centre that was relocated from India. Its on HIP 6894. Growing up with multidimensional beings each with instincts still pulling them in different directions is not easy. He did not fit in there too well as an operator so they sent him back here as their goodwill ambassador”...bob, bob went the throat.
Wow, now that was some backdrop. “But are these not supposed to be light beings, why are they so confused?”
Frollie snapped back: “what do you mean by light beings?”
“I guess beings that are only visible at different frequencies but can fly ...you know, with love and light”. I felt slightly awkward as I said that.
Frollie quivered with ill concealed amusement.
“Oh you mean like viruses and bacteria: they too are invisible to the naked eye, have strange shapes, love a lot and also get around you know”.
It continued quivering obviously trying to suppress laughter.
I blushed embarrassed. “Well but angelic like. I mean these are supposed to be 4/5/6th dimensional beings but the accounts here make them seem like they cannot even fly straight.” At this point the three headed chameleon pilot came to mind: how on earth do you resolve a conflict with two other of your own heads disagreeing?
Frollie interjected. “Oh you dear son...have I not told you in the past that energy frequencies are as countless as are atoms? And that each produces its appropriate shape and form? And that the essence of their intention is what counts, not the form?”
Shucks, I had been caught up in my 3D mindset once again. This ego is one tricky dealer... All these judgements. I still had not learned - I pressed on.
“Ok you are right and I forgot my lesson...but why is he issuing disjointed bulletins about things that never happen? I mean he and his ilk has been regularly predicting for decades mass landings and events that never were!. ”
Frollie looked at me and an aura of severity emanated from his form.
“Have you no compassion?” A webbed foot twitched.
That caught me by surprise. “What do you mean?” Had I betrayed my lack of progress on these matters just trying to get some clarity?
“I mean that you lack compassion as well as understanding. They are writing and communicating to people that are aligned to their own frequency. Some of these people do see ships landing and flying giraffes even if you cannot. Others just get angry and always fight with everyone, some are bored and indifferent. Which is worse? How do you think the three headed chameleon in his space conch that you were thinking about earlier came about? That is where they are now and who are you to decide otherwise?”
I paused. He had read my mind yet again. That was true. And there were also people in my neighbourhood that talked to themselves in a single head with several different personalities. I was being typically judgmental, all perceptions are a possibility and after all Seldom’s story turned out to be ok in the end despite a rocky start...perhaps some of our species do need to go off on their journey in a vertical conch shell, be spun uncontrollably and literally turned on their heads. After all was it any less crazy than understanding our planet’s political and economic logic?
“Koraak! I see that you got it now”. Frollie beamed.
As I gazed silently, in wander at this great wisdom being, Frollie’s form turned into light once again and shrinking to a dot of light disappeared.
My lesson was over.
RA/13/FRO/LGD
May 2013 UPDATE: There have been no further encounters with Frollie to date. I am unable to explain this phenomenon at this stage.
I will keep seeking contact and will disclose as soon as Frollie reappears. Message end!
Frollie urgently sought Part 1
I am worried. Here we are rapidly approaching the 2012 promise and not only is there no tangible sign of a global collective shift to awakening, but social, economic and political events are taking us over a cliff, the US fiscal variety being the least of our problems. The world was supposed to be ascending, we were supposed to have reached a critical mass for the revival of consciousness, the Cabal was supposed to have been removed/contained; economic prosperity was to fall from the heavens. I could no longer wait for the 21st or Father Christmas: I needed clarity.
I had also been restlessly reflecting on Frollie’s statement during our last encounter about the Light and Form thing and I really wanted to understand that – somehow I sensed it was relevant to me and to what I saw unfolding around me.
So I took the unusual step of sitting in front of Frollie’s portrait, closed my eyes and concentrated fervently on the invocation:
“Master Frollie, great mentor and muse, please appear before me for I need your views”. I rather liked my poetic improvisation.
A flash of light burst somewhere in my brain lobes (I could not tell which) which left me a little dizzy and disorientated. I held onto my chair and gradually this brief but unpleasant sensation ceased, my eyes readjusting to a new sharper blue white light in which a radiating Frollie appeared with a blue light flashing above his crown. The rest of the room had faded out.
“ Kroaak! I am only as far as your thoughts. We have a long standing karmic connection, so naturally when I receive your frequency vibration call sign, I get the message instantaneously. It sounded like an emergency and here I am”. The throat bobbed majestically, the stare steady and the blue light ceased its pulsations.
“What can I do for you?”
I allowed my mind to be side tracked by the fascinating thought of a karmic connection.
“What do you mean by….” I began.
Frollie hopped straight in: my mental question had been already been decoded before I even completed the sentence:
“Once, in a former life I looked after you and protected you. That created a strong bond: of course before that you helped me in other circumstances…oh yes we go back a long way together.”
Increasingly taken by this historical karmic timeline I momentarily shelved my other concerns.
“What on earth was I in a previous life when you took care of me? And what were you then?”
Frollie’s throat began to swell like a balloon. I watched alarmed as it almost outgrew it’s body turning a bright yellow, the eyes rotating towards the ceiling. He resembled more a guppy fish than a frog and I was increasingly concerned that he might just pop before me.
Thankfully he began to deflate: “Aahhh that was a good stretch. You should try it some time”.
Relieved I held my tongue as it was physiologically impossible for me to replicate this feat.
He paused, his mind wandering back into a distant time or so I surmised.
“Yes, before I evolved into a light form, tutored by a wise blue whale, I was an oversized lobster. I realized the terrible danger I was in after witnessing many of my fellow species being scooped out of the sea by the dreaded bipeds…the non vegetarian kind. I was so afraid that I took counsel with this wise whale whose main interest was plankton. It was from this mighty gentle teacher that I learned the value of protecting all species and the possibilities that lie beyond our physical forms. The message was simple: eat others and you too will be eaten, leave physical form and you choose your destiny”.
I was wandering where I fitted in.
“One day my chance came: I saw you after you were spawned drifting alone looking totally lost: I came and nestled you under my belly where you grew healthy though a little shy of others. You took to me immediately and so our bond was firmed”.
Remarkable and moving: “What species was I then?”
“A shrimp”.
His demeanour clearly indicated this topic was over “But you did not summon me to reflect on past lives, we could have done this another time”.
I pulled myself together: “Of course, sorry! I really wanted to talk to you about all this chaos about 2012: we touched on this before, but every expert out there is proclaiming that we are moving into the 4th or 5th or 6th dimension, that we are entering the dark rift and that a new earth will appear for those that make it through. Every other version is completely different and I have no clue what they are talking about. I also want to know more about your last comment on the light body as somehow it may be connected”.
Frollie squatted silently. I waited patiently.
What difference does it make to you about whether we cross a dark rift or not?”
I paused…”well, is it not important, THIS BIG EVENT we have been waiting for?”
Frollie let out a long sigh, shrinking visibly to about the size of a shrimp to make his point, before resizing back to his original light form: it was his way of politely demonstrating to me that he was disappointed.
“Have you ever experienced difficulties in your life: been sad or depressed?”
That was easy: “Of course I have”
“How did you feel at that time, physically and mentally?
That too was easy: “ If I recall I felt heavy, confused, anxious and depressed, I was as lost as a shrimp floating in a current”.
“And then what happened?”
“It took time of course, I was confused, but one day I started to realize it was not about what was happening outside of me that mattered but it was how I was dealing with myself within: how I saw and reacted to the world. I did not know who I really was. I realized that I needed to start with me”.
“And then what happened?”
“I gradually began to change my world view: the more I focused on my emotions the more I began to understand them. The more I understood them, the easier I found it to control them and with this came more peace”.
I began to sense where this questioning was going…
“And how did you feel physically?”
“Oh much lighter: actually at that time I also stopped eating meat, my body completely rejected it”.
“Hmmm, so would you say you passed through a dark rift at that moment?”
That was a good one: I saw the point. “Yes, I believe I could say that, I think I see what you are pointing out to me”.
Frollie beamed emitting yet more etheric light.
“So why worry about dark rifts when most people experience them? Some come out lighter and wiser and others plunge deeper into heavier states of being. This is no different. Dark rifts are happening all the time just as the end of the world comes for millions of beings each day who leave this dimension. Is it more important to focus on outer events that you cannot control or to find a state of calm stability and faith in your inner light which you can control?”
I nodded appreciatively – that was a good point. After all the folks that are obsessively focused on external events and predictions cannot be anchored at all and this would also explain the many contradictions and confusion generated.
“You have clarified this point for me Saintly Frollie: I am grateful to you, you are right. We may be indeed receiving more energy and light frequencies at this time but in the end whether we feel lighter or sink deeper is really up to us. Just as it has always been throughout the history of our civilizations.” Inwardly I shook my head: why is the obvious never obvious ?
There was the other question: “Now for the second part about the light body time and being…can you kindly…”.
The strobe light atop his crown began flashing. Frollie’s posture became more alert: “Sorry beloved, I have another emergency call from Ranidae Dispatch. Someone on HIP 84012 thinks they have been abducted by beings in the 7th dimension but its due to a CME eruption that hit them directly and scrambled their perceptive frequencies. Must go to sort it out but I will be back soon….”
The emanation faded, thankfully with no further side effects in my head.
Poor devils, this kind of thing must be happening to many beings right now. I wished them a good outcome, a successful unscrambling and looked forward to continuing our session.
RA/29/12/12LGD
Frollie urgently sought: Part 2
One evening I was typing a brief reflection regarding something or other when a glimmer of light appeared somewhere above me close to the ceiling. Just to the right of where I was sitting to be more precise. It must have been a play of light, or so I thought. Then this “something” sparkled again, this time on the opposite side of the room: about the size of a large dragon fly. It too flickered and faded. I removed my glasses. It had been a while since my last eye check and this might be a sign that I finally needed to take decisive action.
I repositioned them on the bridge of my nose after wiping them on my jersey and continued with my two fingered typing. About a paragraph later a light orb appeared this time in front of my forehead.
Was I suffering from a rapidly deteriorating eye condition? The light hovered, shimmered and soon a pair of web toes emerged from this intriguing light source. It could not be. I was not in meditation, neither in the “twilight” state I had experienced before….this was a completely new experience. Was it ….?
I watched as from these appendages the rest of Frollie took form. Frollie gazed at me with radiant bulbous eyes: an air of peace emanated as usual from this presence.
“Greetings: what a surprise, I was not expecting you to appear almost normally in the same way that I would see… say my cousin”. I did not know how to put that any better.
“You do not have a cousin”. I reflected a moment: Yes! He was correct.
“But I know what you mean” went on my Ranidae-ian friend. “you see now we have such a strong bond that you can manifest me immediately”.
“You mean we can manifest faster that which we wish to see because we know each other ?”
“Yes, something like that. The higher your frequency and intent and with a little help you can indeed. Such are our times”.
“Can I manifest a yacht”” I asked enthusiastically
“Can you sail one?”
I paused: "No" I wished my guide would not be so logical.
Frollie executed a couple of vertical hops on his plate, more or less like a faulty Harrier jet trying to lift off”.
“Just exercising and reliving past times. Now you wanted to have some questions answered regarding form and light if I remember well?.”
“Oh yes” I remembered the question that I did not have answered during our earlier encounter.
“Well?”
“Right…I wanted to understand what you meant by Light, Form and Being. You mentioned that you could keep your light body due to choice, and that it was only the present that we were ever living in. Could you please explain that?”
Frollie paused. He sat on his hovering plate possibly downloading from his ancient universal memory bank. I was totally focused.
“Tell me, do you believe in past, present and future?
That was simple: “of course, I remember main events of 5 – 10 years ago, that is past, I know what I will do tomorrow or next week, so that is future and I am talking to you now: in the present”. I felt I had accounted myself quite well.
Frollie gazed at me intently. My body temperature seemed to rise and I felt as I was getting a fever. Something was obviously wrong and that meant it was probably me.
“So then tell me: when is it that you think about what you did 10 years ago?”
“Now of course”.
“And when do you think about the things that you will do next week?”
“Now”…I felt as if I was falling into a trap and my ego did not like that: “But I remember when I was a baby, a teenager and an adult…that happened in the past. It is true that I recall it now but that is what I can remember from my past”.
“I see” Frollie skewed his face one side. “Are you the same person that you were as a baby, a teenager or a young adult?”
I reflected. When I looked at my photos as a baby, in fact I was quite different physically but also mentally. As a teenager I was also quite markedly different than when I was a baby. Likewise as an adult. My thoughts and emotions had changed with each passage as did my physiognomy.
“So could you say that your body changed, that your thinking also changed, but that you changed in the now? Always?”.
This Frog had a way of tripping one.
“I can say that I changed from then, where I was, at that time…”
“And when do you recall such moments?” Frollie was relentless.
“Now!” I conceded.
“So is it possible for you to consider that the earth might have changed, the neighbourhood where you once lived, your body and the physical world all changed because matter is always transforming and is in motion - but your awareness of all this is always and has always been ever in the now! Can you accept this?”
Something like a flash of lightning went through my body: my neurons seemed to fire up giving me a tingly sensation all over.
“You mean that phenomena change, matter ages and decomposes but awareness is always present?
The throat bobbed. Not a croak thereafter. Just a serene and calm atmosphere prevailed.
I withdrew into myself to contemplate. We have been taught to see the world as organic but linear. It was clearly divided into hours, minutes, numbers, shapes. Of course this did lead me into the perception that something that is no longer there refers to a PAST. In fact it is also difficult to define future for it never comes. Every day presents us with the problem of a new future.
“Now you are starting to get this, I can see.” said Frollie looking pleased.
(I could not describe to you what a frog looking pleased is any differently from one that is not)
“So consider now that you have no body and that you are totally awake: What would that feel like”.
“No body? No sleep? But what about thoughts?”
“Well if you have no body and are conscious, if you do not learn how to calm your thoughts or to understand their true nature then of course you WOULD be awake but your thoughts would push you everywhere like a leaf in the wind”. A croaky chuckle erupted.
“So I would always be in the now but with nothing to hang onto?”
“Exactly. You would at that stage possess a mental body, full awareness but you would see everything drifting by, good, bad, always in the present. Just as you would if you lay in a green meadow and perceived the passing clouds in the sky above. You would recognize them as such: but for a LONG period of time”.
“So is that the end of the road? What we should aim for?”
Frollie swelled menacingly: “No, absolutely NOT: that is just an explanation of the mechanics of it. The principle here is very important for you earthlings. If you understand that you are essentially free, conscious energy, that you can ascend to the highest peaks of bliss and peace by working on your mind and heart, that is a good starting point. Without it you will continue to be led by your nose by your impulses, endless wave after wave like a restless ocean. Think about that: I need to go off to a give a lecture on Being to a group of depressed seagulls and pelicans, survivors of an oil spill".
I will complete our discussion at our next encounter…in the meantime your homework is to consider light and form in the non physical realm. Remember : Light and Form.”
With this admonishment, ZAP! Before I could add anything else, Frollie had disappeared. I heard an earthly rumble from somewhere within my human frame.
Heavens! I was starving.
November 25, 2012
Frollie Reappears
It was probably around early morning, oh maybe 3.00 or 4.00am when I briefly opened my eyes sensing a presence of sorts around my bed. A blink or three later and I was back in a relaxed state of suspension I had already experienced: in the twilight zone of both wakefulness and sleep. It was in such state that I beheld a shimmering amorphous contour. Before it fully concretized I knew that I was about to reconnect with my spiritual companion from whom I had not heard for many months: Frollie the Extra Terrestrial Frog.
As the metamorphosis completed, there was my Frollie on its gleaming dish emanating bright light rays and looking as youthful as a teenage tadpole.
“Kroak-kraok dear one” came the greeting.
I beamed joyously. “Long time indeed oh blessed galactic Hopper, how have you been?” It was more a question of etiquette, I could tell without any veterinarian training that this Alien species was doing extremely well, shining with health and energy in fact.
I pondered the appropriateness of jumping in impulsively to ask a question that made no rational sense, and then plunged straight in.
“May I ask your age?”
Frollie’s eyes briefly flashed a bright yellow: I could not tell if this meant that I had overstepped the mark. This is a sensitive question as any American employer will tell you.
Sensing my concern Frollie regally raised its amphibian toe: “its quite OK, I have been asked more indelicate questions by our crustacean brethren. But then they usually have some many appendages to coordinate that they cannot think straight”.
"I am several hundred trillion years old…give or take an eon”.
“Good Lord”. I pondered this number: that was a heck of a long time.
“Oh not really, it sounds like a long time for you bipeds”.
As usual my inner thoughts had been detected. “You see for me I have only ever lived in the now, choosing this light body and sticking with it. If at some stage I should decide to change it say to a Sea Horse, I would still do so in the now – I would just have a different form”.
It sounded intriguing.
“How can I develop a light body too? That is without becoming a …!” I stopped guiltily, really my sensitivity was appalling.
Frollie contemplated me serenely: “a frog?”. The tone was gentle.
I remained silent deeply embarrassed.
“Well, your incessant thinking and doing would qualify you for a Light Octopus body but you could probably do better”.
It did not sound promising.
“Oh stop fretting about form, it really does not matter. Once you understand the limitations of your human existence, once you overcome aversion and attachment, withdraw your energies to your heart and stabilize your mind, you will quickly evolve to the state of Light: from there you will understand the concept of time, form and of Being: get it now ?”
“No!” I had to be truthful, I had no clue what that meant “but I will think about it," I added helpfully.
Frollie emanated a loving and compassionate ray from just above his head just below his ceremonial crown.
“You do that, and when you think that you have the answer let me know and I will return. In the meantime I have something very important to tell you about the famous 21/12/2012 that you need to know”
My heart quivered: “Oh yes?”
Frollie looked at me solemnly: “It will be followed by 22 December 2012 and then the end is near”. The tone was somber.
OMG…was it Nibiru, wicked reptilians, a solar knock out, ice age?
“Am I to prepare for such an event”…I was not looking forward to progressing my evolution as a light octopus: I would have preferred something more trendy: blond, styled, shoulder length and blue eyed with a steady confident gaze, a golden halo but preferably without bulky wings.
“No need to do a thing: after the 22nd the end of the year is very near: then we go into 2013, at which time I shall visit you again”.
Frollie quivered momentarily and seemingly wobbled, a lot more dignified than a blob of jelly but not unlike it and with his hallmark croaky laughter disappeared in a flash of light.
RA/25/11/2012-lgd-c
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Second encounter with Frollie the Frog
It was very early morning. I knew that because I awoke with a groggy awareness that I should not yet be done sleeping, a fact confirmed through semi closed eyes by the darkness I perceived out the window. I happily allowed myself to drift back. Part of whichever function regulates the mystifying process of having one half of you awake while the other remains asleep was doing its thing again. And it was thus that Frollie the Frog reappeared through its mysterious Portal with the same quality of sharpness and clarity I had perceived in our first encounter.
I was delighted to see It again, on its upturned silver dish, the light orb pulsating gently above it.This time Frollie was dressed in a golden gown that shimmered and covered most of its body which was as in the first apparition, the size of a soccer ball.
“Hello there, so happy to see you” I said cheerfully.
“KOROAKAKROAKK!!” came the reply. It was happy to see me. Or perhaps: saying hello!
“I see you are dressed again…I thought we had agreed that natural wear would be acceptable for all".
“Oh yes, however the great Keeper of the Laws is enforcing the dress code”.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my bedroom?” I enquired. I did not really care; I liked this Frog Being and would have been just as happy chatting about water lilies. It both captured and relaxed me in some way reawakening my forgotten child like curiosity.
“I came to introduce you to a friend of mine”. Behold ! A beautifully proportioned Dolphin appeared enveloped by and floating in a large circle of water - hovering about a metre in front of me without touching the ground. I stared astonished at this remarkable apparition.
“This is Delphi the dolphin” Frollie croaked.
“Like the famous oracle in Greece?
“No, no, creature that is another one”, its webbed left foot twitched with momentary irritation. Or perhaps it was just my impression: “this great Being is named Delphi as in Delphinidae. That is his race but we call him Delphi for short… saves time and explanations”.
Of course, I should have known that Greece would have nothing to do with this scenario; however it was in bad enough shape to warrant the intervention of another Good Oracle assisting their Finance Ministry.
A strange uncategorized multi winged, large moth-like bug appeared briefly and unwisely before Frollie’s regal figure and predictably Its supersonic lashing tongue made it swiftly disappear into Its innards.
“I did not have breakfast!” came the placid reflection.
A series of rapid clicks and whistle sounds from the water orb drew me back to this creation.
“He said he is happy to be here and to meet you, Dolphins and humans are closer than you think.” Frollie interpreted.
I had more practical questions that needed to be addressed first. “Why is he in that big water bubble?”
This entity looked quite comfortable in the clear water sphere. Questions flooded in: was this where It lived, why were the water and its occupant not all over the floor, how was it all holding together defying gravity...
Frollie looked at me, head slightly skewed: “Have you ever seen a dolphin outside the water? One that is alive OUTSIDE the water???”
I became defensive. “NO! So I suppose he travels like that right? Like his...”I fumbled..." like in his own travel capsule?” I felt a little hurt by this ruthless and unfair logic, after all I had never before seen a large sized clothed frog hovering on an upturned silver dish either. But I knew better than to argue and let it go...
Frollie nodded. Another series of great clicking sounds followed and my attention was drawn back to the sphere...Delphi was ever so graceful and looked quite cheery as far as Dolphins in this kind of habitat go.The water within swirled around him as he accompanied his sounds with gentle movements of tail and fins.
“He wants you to know that there are billions of beings in the universe that have many forms. For every thought conception there is a corresponding vibration. With each vibration and powerful intention, form comes forth”. Further rapid clicking and some whistling sounds ensued. I was amazed that the Great Frog could communicate in Delphinidaese. Frollie turned to me sharply: “I speak all languages” .
But of course. He had once again read my mind.
“He feels that you need to know this as you continue your search. There are worlds in many dimensions, time and places and they all look completely different as do their species. If you understand and accept this, then you will understand and be more open to the laws of consciousness and manifestation. Its either that or you should meditate which is the most direct method to understand all this, but there is as much chance of that happening as there is of you jogging.”
Good point. The thought of meditation was a hard prospect for me and my wandering mind.
Jogging would buckle my knees...I smiled inwardly. The prospects were good that I would not be doing either. I saw Frollie looking at me intently, his bulbous eyes blazing and at once I guiltily wiped out this thought. I did not want to get into a frog fight.
The bubble drifted closer to me, my senses so sharp that I could experience all the energy contained within it and I could feel it vibrating with my body. Two entities: one vibration! I wanted to reach out and put my hand through the water and touch this beautiful being. Delphi seemed to sense this, his stare very direct and soulful. I was drawn to this field of energy; it was joyful, gentle and playful. But I also realized that I could not breach this dimensional barrier in any way. I felt the powerful presence of an invisible shield that would not permit this. As this thought ceased, instantly the bubble and Delphi disappeared, leaving me once again with my mentor hovering on his sliver dish.
“Master Frollie if I ever related to anyone what just happened, or even my dialogue with you, people would think that I was either insane or disrespectful...yet, this is what I saw!”. I stared at my toes feeling somewhat disconsolate.
“Oh, some will understand you, but why do you care? “The voice had become mellower and gentler. I stared at his eyes and felt once again his more compassionate dimension.“I do not know if I do or not”. I had to be truthful. How in heaven could I talk about what I had experienced and be taken seriously?
Frollie continued: “People look at form, not the essence. You must understand that. It does not matter what the form looks like, what counts is the substance. The ultimate truth is formless and pure all pervading loving energy. People naturally prefer forms they can relate to. Those that are more refined and subtle will see more forms that are pleasing and inspirational; those that are like you may see forms like mine”. The throat bobbed vigorously. "The fact that you see me at all, means you have something that is open.”
“So I created you?” I asked, momentarily uncertain of whether I was on the good end of this deal.
“Yes you did indirectly...you are not the only one. You see you beings tend to think that your thoughts and sorrows are unique to you. You become caught up in them. You concretize them and you see them as reality. Actually there is not one thought that you have that is uniquely yours. All thoughts exist across millions of species. They are embodied by different entities but they are actually one field. Your body and your label “ Rookie” or” Leo” give you a feeling of individual identity and separation. If you could only see thoughts written in the sky from across your worlds’ beings without any physical forms ... you would see they are ONE huge set of collective fragments and you would recognize so many of them as being yours...do you see now?”
I did indeed see. I remembered how I was stunned to discover earlier in my life so many people who thought and acted much as I did even as I considered myself to be special and different from everyone else...it was conceivable that what I held to be mine was actually an expression of feelings and attributes that were also being simultaneously created by countless others. Similarly when I thought that my occasional sorrow was only my burden I discovered so many others experiencing the same play out, for many even heavier to bear.
Before I had a chance to ask another question, Frollie became brisk again. “I must be off now," It said cheerily. “I did what I had to do. I need to give an opening address for my cousin’s new school of tadpoles that was spawned last week...I am the MC”.
“No wait! I mean please wait...There are so many questions I have. I am confused; I need to clarify Draconians, Reptoids and worm holes ....”
Frollie cut me short returning to his brisk demenour. “Yes, yes, I know that you are confused even without my psychic faculties” was the retort. “Your questions can wait until the next time, nothing is really urgent in this universe except for you humans”. And with a springy hop my beloved “Frollie on his dish” disappeared.
I fully awoke and sat up feeling a sense of awe that something great and wondrous was indeed afoot in this multiverse waiting to be rediscovered. What a voyage I had embarked upon.
I made my way to the balcony to breathe in some pre-gridlocked traffic, city air. Through the glass door a caterpillar had crawled and was headed purposefully into the lounge guided by an exceptionally poor sense of direction. I reached for the broom, intending to flick it out back onto the balcony. I paused, realizing the violent effect on this complex tiny furry multi legged confused being. Was I it and was it me? What thought patterns created this form ? So many times I had taken a road that was off centre, just like this crawler.
Plus, I reflected, it could well appear to me at some point floating on a shining platinum leaf with a polka dot jumper and a halo; teaching me new things I did not know. I grabbed a paper napkin, carefully allowed it to crawl on and gently placed it on my best leafy plant.
You truly never know.
Del/FRO/2012/LGD ©
Monday, 7 May 2012
A front line if you will. Traffic totally queued up, no breeze, no rain. I felt some sympathy for inanimate air filters and what they have to put up with....perhaps this is what we signed up to do prior to coming down here, I cannot be sure.
I finally managed to go quiet.
Soon I was back in the familiar clarity bi-dimensional or bi polar condition that manifested my beloved Frollie, the wise straight shooting Ranidae.
However Frollie had turned into a distinct violet colour and the usual yellow coloured orb had been overlaid by a cherry blossom pulsating pink crown.
The dish upon which It was hovering had also changed to gold.
"Greetings" I beamed politely, much bewildered.
"Kroakkroak, pthak"
Before I could express anything further he leapt into the conversational gap: "Yes I know that you are wandering why I have changed colour. I have upgraded"
I tried to regain my composure as I attempted to integrate these new features before me: "Upgraded ? Do you mean promoted ?"
"Well you could say that, I have ascended to a higher dimension".
"What exactly is that dimension called: is this a 6th/8th/12th ?" All this talk of dimensions I had been reading about was making me very confused.
"Actually I do not really know what definitions you humans give to this neither do I care. It just happened I turned this colour and my silver dish is now gold. I was also given the choice to change form but since it does not matter to me what form I have, I still continue to do the same things. Form is for those seeking a different ego structure outside of themselves, this one works just fine for me and has been proven for ROAKHAROAKHA* ." (*editor note: long time with many zeroes in frog talk)
I was grateful that a purple grand piano with a crystal candelabra did not appear aggravating this surreal Liberace context. It was unsettling enough to have this vision before me looking so unfamiliar, excepting for the recognizable briskness of tone and manner.
"I am here today to bring you news of mass arrests".
I felt an inner spasm of dread and outwardly sighed: "No Frollie, not from you...I do NOT want to hear about mass arrests, timelines, free goods, cabalists and all that, I have had enough...can we talk about something else please ?
"No"
I remained sullenly silent.
" You must know that what people are channeling is a galactic transmission of a highly successful mini series: "Golden Raiders of the Dark" playing out on holographic projections for billions of young ones around the galaxy".
"What ?" I felt dizzy: "a mini series?...you mean all these channels are tuning into entertainment frequencies being beamed across space ?"
"Not all - but mostly yes...you see we have great technology which enables us to transmit across different dimensions simultaneously. Right now this is breaking
all records as audiences throughout many galaxies are fascinated by the dark/light battle myths that the vast majority have forgotten about".
Sorting out the new range of infinite possibilities and all these paradigm shifts were taking their toll on me: "but we are living the battle here on earth, right now ! Its real ! "
"Yes, to you it may feel real but is it ? They see what you see as real as a play. Gives them something to think about. Occasionally in the NOW, recollections of the past are helpful to the young ones to understand the human condition and they can appreciate their having abandoned it even more ".
"Do they actually enjoy it ?" I could not think of enlightened juvenile cetaceans, blue or green race youngsters, kitty people, naga-teenagers, being minimally interested in a block buster reflecting the crap that we have to endure.
"Do you enjoy reality shows ?" Frollie shot back.
I squirmed. "Some I watch with a morbid fascination but cannot stomach for long, others capture me for a few episodes before they seem totally senseless and boring so I usually drop out. I know I would never ever want to be in one".
"Exactly ! the same thing happens out there but multiply that by trillions of beings. We have so much of what you call noise that is being played out for our viewers that your mediums that are not truly advanced are tuning in to either the heroes or the villains - the actors - of this box office hit thinking them to be real. Its just a broadcast frequency actually".
I contemplated this disclosure and its disastrous implications. Good grief, some of these channels were actually reporting and transmitting a galactic block buster series...Orson Wells and The Truman Show somehow came to mind.
I expressed a concern. "How would anyone tapping in would know what is real then ?"
Frollie pondered: "If the information focuses on vibrations within and you feel moved, more aware,clearer it is most probably genuine. If its about external scenarios in great graphic
dramatic detail it is probably a multi holographic frequency transmission from HIP 52689, the home of ETT The Cosmic Network"
"ETT as in ExTraterresTrial ?"
" No as in EnTerTairnment cosmic channel".
Frollie began to quiver unsteadily on Its shining golden dish, the voice metallic, the rhythm staccato: "Dear ones, the evil dark ones are being taken in by the glorious Golden Raiders from the Xtron galaxy as we speak. Cities are being liberated. ...galactic fleets are overhead and satellite craft are patrolling the Galactic mall cities dropping off sacks of jewels and monatomic gold gathered from the sparkling asteroid belt for all to enjoy eternal abundance.
The dark ones are attempting to flee but there is no where for them to run. The great 30 km wide Cleanser Hoov-Alfa88 is raking in all the poisons from the accumulated perfidious byproducts of these treacherous conniving ones.
Commander AKLT, the fair one has taken charge of ground mop up operations..."
The transmission faded and my violet Frog began to slowly dissolve from the outer edges until it became a violet dot which hovered briefly and then disappeared in a flash of light.
I opened my eyes, stretched and sat back reflecting on this new extraordinary revelation...could this be the answer after all ?
RA/FR3/2012/LGD
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