Reincarnation: Foreword by Kit Carruthers
The reasons you need to believe in reincarnation are as follows:
1. It is the most logical conception, it is the only conception of afterlife that is not fucking stupid. It is the best conception of afterlife, it is the only desirable conception of afterlife, and obviously we are not in the reality where God would give us anything other than the best. We do not live in the stupid reality.
2. All of the people who receive what we know as psychic visions speak of things such as your soul age like it is a given. I know if anybody of the ego invested portion of the second level of cognitive functioning has made it this far your next thought is "You trust these charlatans to know what they're talking about?" and past me would basically agree with you however present me has seen undeniable proof of it's validity and realizes that while they do often hold all varieties of magical thinking not one of them questions reincarnation for a second. Reincarnation is the standard, it is a given, every last one of them agrees. They are observing processes of life unfolding for many people, they automatically understand this requires past life karma.
3. There are many documented cases of people under hypnosis recalling past lives. I know if anybody of the ego invested portion of the second level of cognitive functioning has made it this far your next thought is "People under hypnosis are very suggestible" and then just dismiss the entire concept of hypnosis because of it, it's just the programmed response we use to deny the entire idea of the validity of hypnosis, incestual child rapists really like that one. Hypnosis is not always suggestion just because it is sometimes suggestion. There's more to hypnosis than making people do stupid things and believe whatever we want, deep hypnosis is tied with breaking a dissociative identity disorder alter for the most prominently you will see unconscious expression beyond the point of infant development.
4. When analyzing the nature of life synchronicity, you see you receive the same rewards and punishments again and again, reincarnation is the only logical conclusion. Anybody with dramatic karma, anybody who's life beats the shit out of them at every turn, in very specific ways again and again, this conclusion should have been reached incredibly fast. From here you begin analyzing the others, you should begin to pick up on the nature of soul age incredibly fast.
5. The Asian school system says so. They also say you're fat and they're right about that, so, you can trust this information to be accurate. Everybody from Asia basically just has to play "I believe in reincarnation."
6. When many of us revolutionary artsit trigger types, and a few others on the lightworker trigger, were babies, we would say things such as "When I lived before..." that caused our parents to fly into a psychotic lapse state at us.
7. There's the... There's the knowledge of the things beyond the second level of password. Now that you're this far. We've all either recalled our past lives from the perspective of the people who were still alive to see it or we've been told what happened.
The soul contains information, it's more than just a spark of consciousness, however as we know, memory exists within the brain. Memory could never be stored within something as simplified as the soul. Anything that could possibly contain memory could never possibly fit into the pineal gland. The only thing that would ever work is our soul storage structure... Consciousness, ever evolving spark of personality, vague record of journey, karmatic imprint. YES I could have figured that one out without the second level password that one is obvious.
The structure keeps a human soul in human bodies, this one you really don't need the second level password to figure out. There is nothing you could ever do as a human that would earn the life of a lesser animal, there is nothing you could ever do as a lesser animal that would earn the life of a human. Trees don't got no brain. Look at you, now you're a fern. You gotta figure it out. You gotta figure out how to earn the fern karma that lets you back into humanity.
On your first life, obviously, you are blank, born into a position of societal privilege with a bad brain. That's the only way it could ever work, you can't enter somebody into humanity in a position other than societal privilege, they need to figure out how destroy themselves so they can earn themselves the interesting karmatic path they all mock and abuse... As they do nothing but preach the words of the self, the self knows how be people, look I figured out, I know how be people I know works. They have not yet earned a good brain, they begin at the first level of cognitive functioning, they have to figure out how be people properly if they wish to advance to the second level of cognitive functioning, from here they need to strive to be the best they can be, they need to find everything they feel their soul wishes to be capable of... Intelligence, insight, artistic talent, body awareness... Most importantly, self awareness. They have to figure out how to release themselves from the traps they set themselves with their experience, never label themselves a product of their environment, NEVER label themselves a product of their environment, NEVER allow ANYBODY to label them a product of their environment... They need to earn their way out. Now they get to be the third level of cognitive functioning.
What I said as a baby, was... "I did some horrible things to children in a past life, that's why I'm here with you people. Especially you. As a Catholic preacher in Ireland, in Dublin, where my name was Malcom. I'm here to do some things to the Catholic church. And all of Christianity. I earned it by all the things I wanted to do with my brain, and my future wife, and the Catholic church took it from me. I guess I deserved it. I earned it by what I DID to father Christopher. I did it just right. And what you do to me for this will destroy you karmatically forever. You may one day escape it, you will never escape it." Then my father went "THANKS MAN, I was like I did like the coolest tried to kill a guy and then tried to save him in history and I get sucked into this woman's karmatic trap." That looked wrong in my karatic awareness imagery that one's going to hurt my chosen one too, just to create the greatest thing in history we have to sacrifice the baby. That was probably the one, that was probably the one that set it. Thanks a lot God. We're playin' a game with you son, yikes. We'd have a better way to release those karamtic processes by now we would have fixed them.
I picked up an obsession with four leaf clovers just to fuck with them. I looked at a patch of dead grass where a man had jumped off the roof to kill himself and said "Boom" just to fuck with them. Eventually, I lost it, then I began the life long struggles of trying to remember past the headaches. With Sandra, until age five I knew we were playing the game. With my paternal grandfather, until age seven I knew we were playing the game. At eight I received from my cousin Melanie the conspiracy my parents had established, never tell him what he said as a baby, he may go crazy and think he's messianic, he has schizophrenic genes we know he's going to go crazy. Obviously I repressed it, but something went in there. At age nine, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. At age eleven, I received it from both my parents. At age twelve, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. At age thirteen, I received it again from both my parents. At age fourteen, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. At age fifteen, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. I'm within a sea of repressed memories, working through this, all I can get to within my memory is the moment of headaches and me screeching and crying to get back to what was before the headaches... Age fifteen I cracked it, to a baby existence is incredibly familiar, none of this is surprising. I know it's reincarnation. I think I may well have spoke to God. That's not it... I know that, that's nothing special. There's something in the womb... There's something even more incredible in the womb. I have little flashes. At age seventeen, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. I keep it. Now, I have it, in the womb, the seemingly hallucinatory dream world... Zoma. Then it's cut off. Then more things are cut off. Then more things are cut off. Age nineteen, I get to understand my most recent life.
His name was Malcom. He was a Catholic preacher. He molested the alter boys. He questioned the doctrine, he questioned himself, he took it out on father Christopher, he went too far with his own personal problems.
Eventually, after being captured, after enough screaming in their face, enough releasing of highly advanced psychological concepts, enough releasing of highly advanced spiritual concepts, making them understand psychedelic drugs tap into more than happy delirium, making them understand psychedelic drugs tap into more than psychological establishment coping methods, I was able to bring my parents to the point that I could talk about my past life recall... At which point they confirmed for me what I said as a baby. At this point we were all able to keep the memory.
A few years later, repressed memory land gone and deleted, I'm permitted to understand the revolutrionary artist trigger without hitting the wall, I get the whole thing... In the 1970s, I wished to establish the Catholic Church override, flood the inside of the Catholic Church with hippie hostility. The Catholic Church decided to override it, call legality, place me within the Catholic Church whether I like it or not and see if I can play it. This was their frantic maneuver, this is how they thought they could defeat it. We have you TRAPPED now, BOY, you can't DO IT. I yelled at father Christopher until he killed himself. One little perfect underground subversive lightworker action. That's how you earn the position of the king.
God I hate that shit. Not the... Not the raped children one, no I LOVE that one, I LOVE THAT ONE SO MUCH. That was AWESOME. ... ... ... No, the... Being a plant. The way you have to start out wording yourself as a plant. Even if you're not telling the story in that order your brain just knows you have to start with... His name was Malcom. He was a Catholic preacher. I hate it, I'm not doing that shit. It hits me at an angle of absolute restrained marbles rage hurt. I need to cut it with a knife but I can't cut it with a knife. It's good, it works, but, I need to cut it.
I was mid high indigo, Vietnam veteran, one of the kings of dropping acid in a war zone and becoming perfect warrior. I was the winner of creating the tapes that in the next life killed my father and drew him into the CIA brainwashing program, I didn't like that little addendum either but they didn't leave me a choice. Aria Wellington is the face sitting death fetish queen in the tapes who takes your life if you try to pass the psychic a second time. I found her far too high and mighty, she did not deserve her position within the indigo club. I loved her, but I hated her. I don't like face sitting, you do it adorable but that's fucking gross. I love adorable death fetish, but, like, adorable break my back break my arms. You called me too dark, too savage, too damaged by Vietnam. So after I was done fucking up my life, I beat her to death with a hatchet, carefully and methodically within the pulse. you wanna know what it FEELS LIKE!? You wanna know what it FEELS LIKE TO BE REAL!? THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE... This is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like.
Adorable little Jessica was too adorable for death fetish, she can't believe people can take it that far she just wants to adorable beat smack me, you know you want it. She would call me a little socially isolated behind my back, as she did again in this life when I was twelve. She wanted to take it back, she didn't know why she did that, she squeaked at it. In both lives, she admitted it to me. I owe fifteen improper hippies karma payback in this life for telling me "EAT KARMA FOR THIS, ASSHOLE." It's the only way to save you, I'm finding you, I'm coming to get you, I know you all came to Winnipeg, I know most of you fled the country as soon as you saw my face and hit a metaphysical black lock out square that says "Necessary karma payback incoming, you stay alive until it's final."
Okay, my mother... We know her stories of wretched child rape, rape and entrapment is pretty much all over her life. I know she's on her second life within this re-establishment, twenty six lives total. I don't remember her exact words, but she expressed something relating to her core philosophies that was the incredible on the nose obvious karmatic result of "By my order, not by my hand." Obviously it's easy enough to place her first life within this re-establishment in Thailand, inheriting the position of matriarch of a child sex ring. CONFIRM, nice. Her particular brand of broken dement from here now suggests that she judged the people who fulfilled her orders while retaining she was a good person because she does not do this type of thing, I take care of my people I'm not the type of person who does the things I do to my people. Automatic self referential cognition, obviously, apparently you'll want this kind of setup. Then she's got about ten or fifteen different neural fragmenters scrambling and grossing up her thoughts, those are always some form of karmatic punishment, those are tricky to label and understand there's gotta be millions of different types. All sorts of bodily grossness, gross gross gross.
Her father was in the right to go around telling people bad things happen to you if you get too close to her, that was correct action. However, obviously, we are working on a different awareness. This woman is a karmatic trap. She's a tough one, because the only reason you would ever get close to her is because you feel sorry for her, you either have to be cold or calculating. Most of my life I chose calculating, she's easy enough to play. Want you want to do when you're near her is destroy her, that's how my father fell into it before he lost his marbles.
My father I could never get on my own, that's a hard one, eventually I gave up. He tried to kill a man and almost succeeded, then came to his senses and tried to save him knowing that means he goes to prison for the rest of his life. And succeeded. By the skinnest of teeth. His thinking in this moment, obviously... Well either way I'm goin' to prison for the rest of my life, this way it's certain but the other way it's prolly still pretty certain, I guess I'm just gonna play the honorable hero it's still the right thing to do. Maybe I'll get a lesser sentence. Either way I doubt it matters this prolly means I die in prison. Guess I'll go find a cop and tell him I shot I guy I need help. I s-shot a guy HE needs... help. AH. Over his soul journey, eighteen lives, fourth within this re-establishment, he's obviously picked up a whole lot of twists just right twists just wrong. It was enough for him to fall into my mother's karmatic trap.
So now what you've earned is... You know you're playin' the part, you're playin' the part of the honorable hero. You're just telling a story. You're not... Not the honorable hero. Your head is on perfectly straight, you have this thing figured out to the absolute heights of level two cognitive functioning capabilities. You know you're not covering anything up, but, you just know you're playin' the part. You collect as many cool stories as you can, God will always assist, God will try to kill you and then save you again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
I am on my thirty sixth life, sixth life within this re-establishment, I've been on the lightworker trigger for nineteen lives. I've never been anybody you've heard about.