The Modern Day Mystic Story Part Twenty Four

And there was what seemed to be paranoia going on with the group with the whole spy thing. We had “spies” at that time, yes, but was it important? Probably not. But what was important was in ascertaining that it was the case, and secondly in the cold and harsh implementation of whatever might be required to plug the hole, and thirdly, recognizing it for the learning experience to be used down the road a ways when security could be a HUGE issue in the company that will be formed.

I was accused of being paranoid by one of our members in Hawaii, a woman who’d scanned me and decided that I was paranoid, but I wasn’t. I imagine that I was also being accused of paranoia, among other things, by many of you reading this in private emails to each other, which I don’t really care about. We know many of you were corresponding “behind our backs,” so to speak, some of it not completely all love and light (wink), but it would be hard to blame you based upon some of the childish madness that was going on around here.

OK, so what does paranoia and the presence of impostors and all that have to do with Daia? Daia one day decided that I was a government plant, from childhood or somesuch thing, like something out of the X-Files, and that, yes, I was very powerful, but for the wrong side. There was more to it than just that but I think you get the picture. She called Peter to share that information, to warn him.

I’m paraphrasing, but Peter said something like, “In my experience with him I’ve never been given reason to believe he’s anything but a sincere worker for the light,” something to that effect. And then I guess he started to dig into her a little bit and saw that she was being manipulated. Why a person like Daia would suddenly be so susceptible to that is anybody’s guess, especially in light of the fact that it’s (always) a choice. But to this day I have not heard from her. I have spoken to a long-time friend of hers, in fact who introduced me to her by phone, who just pities her because she knows what I am (or so she says).

We mentioned in TWS 2 something about Daia working with the Kinderlight, the Children of the Light, powerfully, but decided not to elaborate at that time because of some late-breaking information. The late-breaking information was Daia’s weird new take on me. But now I want to touch upon how she was using the Kinderlight. Similarly to the way Peter directed them for the Masonic Temple in downtown Salt Lake City, she was traveling with them “virtually” to world capitols and sending them into the capitol buildings. Some of the cities she had actually visited in the physical and some she hadn’t. If I remember correctly she started with the ones she had visited. She would send the dragons in to loosen everything up and knock it out of the nooks and crannies, and then she’d send in the Kinderlight to scour the place clean. She described a golden liquid flowing out of the buildings and down the stairs, just as Peter described with the Masonic Temple, and even pouring out of the windows and light emanating from spires and stuff like that.

She did this to many cities, and with obvious effect. Then, when she began to be manipulated, she began to see the Kinderlight only as a bunch of evil little gremlins unleashed on the world by me, the Antichrist, like they were my evil little lackeys. But it was too late for her to undo what she’d done, which was actually quite powerful work for the cause of light. Weird, huh?

The woman in Hawaii who accused me of paranoia – I also introduced her to the Kinderlight because there were some intense things going on on Maui that she wanted to do something about. I know that one of those things was raging fires that were started, I think, by an arsonist. After she put the Kinderlight to work the fires ceased. I don’t know whether or not the culprit was caught, but it made her a strong believer in the magic we were working with. I think she was able to find a true Kahuna to learn from, and in fact I have not heard from her since I called her to account on an email she sent to Mary Beth and her retort was that I was paranoid (just referenced above). Just for the heck of it I’ve included a snippet of her email to Mary Beth as Exhibit A, and you can decide for yourself whether she should have been called to account for very thinly veiled threats and whether or not I was being paranoid.

“…for you will know if and when that day occurs. For I am a very powerful ally which you people have not yet a clue….thus, the last person you want to ‘lock horns’ with.”

Hm. Is there a threat in there? No? Guess I must be paranoid.

I bring all the impostor stuff up because it is an astonishingly penetrating system of self-investigation and an amazingly weird feeling to have when you are not in the least bit certain one way or another as to whether or not you’re an impostor. There was also something about it that has some resonance with the necessary experience somewhere in all of this where we must somehow fully be or embrace the so-called dark in some way that is similar to the experience of death, like the whole “valley of the shadow of death” thing, which I have actually experienced. I have experienced the Shaman’s death.