Please see the Editor's Notes before you tackle this. There are many great and useful secrets in this message. I and my pet thought form enjoy the additional power and bliss available thought these "machines". Good luck on your adventure!

harolds comments: is the entire mosesacic tradition a remnant of a space/time war eons ago?what is the black cube?

what is this entirely NEW and potent magic/ancient science?is it useable by anyone?can you too become a REAL wizzard using this new magick?

"as strange as sightings.com" says jeff limpert

the adventure of the electric corn.

by channel 7

i (channel 7) am a sub commander named sola laten (pronounced: so la - le 10...)

the planet of the corn is huge.its size is the size of our sun! gravity doesent work there like it does here.the rules of proportion dont work the same either(things dont appear the same on any of the levels .sort of like changing color and strength of glasses here would cause things to appear different.).("here and there" dont work very well either.harold is there and i'm with him but im here remembering so hes tempted to say "here and here")

at different levels vertically,different rules appy.every few thousand feet up a different realm with different customs and laws begins ie some have one kind of gravity .some another.some creatures like it best on some levels(just like on earth).the realms of course get bigger as one goes toward space and move away from the crust of the planet.at ground level things are reletivly normal then as one travels toward the center of the planet(the negative levels) things start to appear to expand again...in other words the center of the planet is theoretically larger than the crust of the planet....

life here evolved all at once toward conciousness.the corn itself is concious and so is most of the life here.the wigglesnatchers(what we call animal life,in pertictular cats, spiders and other carnivores)are as bright and concious, as the "humans"(we have 2 thumbs on each hand with 3 fingers between and are much better looking...conflict/humor/anoyance..."ok.who's playing with transmissions?not funny.vade retro!")

we are on upper level 7 with the patrol.the spiders are helping patrol for "bugs".the word bug is equivilant to a rude racial refrence here(ie gook) although here it applies to beasties with not a shread of conciousness or decency.the carnivors eat the bugs as the bugs "bug" them and they can have them.

most "bugs"are huge.some are small.all are what we consider "evil".we have lost much of the "social faux paus are evil" mentality (harold is now appalled) that appears on earth.on earth real evil is rarely seen as evil is recognized as evil everywhere.murder is considered evil because you don't like to be murdered.here its considered a mute point.but bugs are considered evil. they are alligned with cosmic evil (read: "cythulu".[ seeing as how channel 7 won't let harold translate this as the devil or satan]).bugs are similar to h p lovecrafts description of "shoggoths".nasty customers.harold speculates along with dr dee that lovecraft saw far in his dreaming and may have actually seen our bugs and perhaps worse...

my name here is "sola laten" because we are born here knowing our names and what we are to do in our lives in a general way.we retain conciousness when we die(ie.murder is no problem).our instructions are as ingrained in us as a prehensel grip or a startle reaction is in you.there is a wonderful "voice" that advises us when in crisis or in deep doubt.

we consider this to be the voice of god because it does not force us do do its bidding...as the master of the bugs voice does.the bugs have no mind or will left from listening to their masters voice...and he/it would poison the universe with his way of enslaving and replacing conciousness with is own....

we were climbing a corn stalk catching "bugs" for our voyage and i decided to recon below,letting the "wigglesnatchers" and the rest prepare while i checked the water supply at the fountains at the base of the plant.

i just decided to let myself drop to the ground level.the planet of the corn was filled with wonderful microscopic machines which would let no harm come to me when i reached the ground...they would inflate and or multiply to break my fall...they were servants of our collective conciousness.their power automatically doubled over and over again(sort of like the great machines below the serface of the planet in the fifties movie "forbidden planet" which also kept doubling power to serve its inhabitants.present in harolds memories... ) .

it may be that even now these machine replacants still seek to serve and protect conciousness from there, and are perhaps even looking earthward toward harold's world...even after...well moving on....

i arrived at the water source and climbed about the rocks looking for any disturbances...i find an interesting series of crystals which look rather like earth tourmaline,when...

sudden inflation!/protective measures invoked/the power of planetside generators doubles and redoubles to envelope me.

what the dickens? flares! warnings......i hear...THE VOICE!?

"please hide as best you can and approach negative level 7!remember me as best you can!i go to battle for you and will possibilly be distroyed!you will lose contact with my voice!remember i am with you even beyond the end of this world....i ask you continue in bravery for my sake!remember evil must distroy itself in time...i will return and perhaps...you will see... i can really never leave you...."

suddenly i am snatched away...the "wonderful one"!...holds me and my conciousness is hidden and transformed. are any others saved?

i am reborn far away.i am hidden,changed and somewhere in earth's egypt...by the banks of the river nile...

i cry in a basket of reeds........

so it came to be that sola laten later became moses...and that story is already told elsewhere.

now " the wonderful one" begins the transformation to bring the center of the star sun into the same space as the center of the his planet.micro moments before his shields are broken a white stone transfigures warping time and space(eventually to become a black cube whose story is just beginning.) and falls to earth near mecca.

later mohamads fantastic night journy begins.

mohamed meets allah...on an impossible steed which serves his conciousness...

in india, krishna's mild smile has gone,except its echo.the god's conciousness seems to have left earth.

buddah has come and gone without desires to be served.

the gods from the pleides have not yet come to germany . mighty thor,still, but a twinkle in the "all fathers" good eye.loki hidden under the eye patch...

the journy finished.mohamads steed,reunites with the white stone.the white stone waits once more,as only machines can wait, to again serve conciousness and protect it.

later it rests in mecca,in the place prepared for it,where the faithful throng for a momentary glance, of it, hoping to touch it, blackening it further.

arthur has not yet been born to pull the sword from the "stone".

mohamad rests in the heaven of pearl....

the stone laments.will conciousness like mohameds come again...?the stone waits for even a momentary glance from a great conciousness, amoung mohameds faithful, like its mohamed's had been.

had the secret flame departed mankind?or would it return again?

must it reach to the heavens always?

diagrams of the "etheric network" available soon! in my newsletters! this is a NEW magick which will be explained in my "for pay" newsletters "atua"(copyright) and "poet tam aton"(copyright)

to be continued.......

See the situational change of October 25.