Harvest Dream is a chronicle of the human descent into the maelstrom of collapse, wherein societies and cultures are increasingly forced to undergo a process of transformation and transmutation, while learning as a whole that complexity without wisdom is but a fools paradise.

The time of the Great Harvest is upon us, where debts long since outstanding come due under the karmic wheel of cyclical change, and when opportunities of transcendence proffer themselves to those willing and courageous enough to grasp them, however tenuous these opportunities may at first appear. We have all entered a world of our own making, whether we take responsibility for this or not really doesn't matter, for natural law will assert itself, it will impinge upon our hopes and ideals, and it will devastate our weakest and most fragile aspects. I have known this all my life, I have carried the weight of the Harvest Dream since childhood, which is why I must share what I've seen, and what I see.

As a child I had a very strong inclination towards what is referred to as the occult, I always seemed to have been living within a borderland of realities, and hence the flow of time never proved consistent for me. I have vivid remembrances of observing the world around me as if frozen - walking pedestrians, cars, birds, all frozen in time while I watched on in astonishment. I recall seeing my first episode of Flash, that superhero that could move so fast that everyone else was basically frozen, and knowing in my bones that reality was much more malleable than anyone around me thought. I'm not sure if my exposure to Flash came first, or if it came afterwards but during my very young public school years I would spend the entire class drawing lightening bolts over the front and back covers of my work books, I mean every square centimeter was absolutely covered, it was an obsession of sorts that lasted for several years. I had dozens of workbooks totally and completely covered with tiny little lightening bolts that I never associated with anything at all, it was simply a very deep compulsion that I now know represented the time unbound nature of reality.

During this 'lightening bolt' phase I experienced a deluge of reoccurring time dislocations. The most prominent took place during my sporting activities, of which ball hockey was my prime focus. At the age of 8 years old I had become a ball hockey sensation, I recall moments when I could see the ball, or indoor puck, frozen in the air, as if stopped while I myself could still think and act in 'real time'. Every team I played for for three years won the league championship, it was a magical period for me in many respects. I recall a game of pickup at the age of ten where I strapped on the goalie pads for a group of teenagers who after forty minutes of being unable to score on me were beside themselves. It was not long after that however that my lightening bolt phase moved away, I still played sports, and excelled, though as much as I knew I could become a professional athlete there was something more fundamental behind the purpose for my ability to dislocate time.

As the years have passed since my childhood I've undulated back and forth between the 'too worldly' to the 'too unworldly', coming to terms all the while with my need to provide an interpretive bridge between the two. As one who never quite bought into the ladder of social advancement I shunned university to the dismay of some, and embraced a harder path that never quite allowed me to become all that comfortable with my social and economic standing. I was inwardly determined it would seem to remain an outsider, knowing perhaps intuitively that it was this vantage point that allowed me a greater objectivity and a greater depth of understanding. The path of the outsider has forced me by necessity to achieve spiritual insights that no college or university could ever provide, and that no stable or habitual life story would ever allow. I have been able to uncover the mystery of my immediate past life which has defined in many respects the process of cyclical necessity and contextual purpose, since each life we live requires a different skill set according to the needs of the world and the time in which we find ourselves. I have seen as through a time unbound window the cascade of former lives, I have relived the battles of a master Samurai swordsman, and the self imposed exile of a Christian ascetic.

Being able to pick up and study a book that I myself wrote over one hundred years ago has given me the time unbound perspective and confirmation that humanity is indeed under the external influence of powers that we neither see nor recognize. This is a story that goes back many thousands of years and is captured most clearly in the Nag Hammadi manuscripts left to us by a group known as the Gnostics, of which I have been a reoccurring member throughout the ages. These manuscripts describe an artificial (spiritually aborted) group of beings that have interfered with our development for eons and who I recognize to be the initiators of a new construct of manifestation in what I refer to as the Human Lockdown via the advancement of unchecked technological assimilation. The Harvest Dream is the fork in the road where the human race decides its destination, and the same choice will not be made by everyone, for we live in the time of choosing, the end of one world and the beginning of another. In the cyclical changing of the universal seasons we have entered deep autumn here on earth, and the reapers will move in with their sickles sure as night follows day.

A certain group of modern day explorers have discovered the presence of this external manipulation through their studious interaction with ancient knowledge, one of the most prominent of which was Carlos Castaneda. Rebuffed as a story teller by some, and a charlatan by others, Castaneda suffered not the opinion of the world, whose animosity is always directed at those who fail miserably at assimilating. In Castaneda's Active Side of Infinity he provides the following for posterity from an interaction with his Toltec shaman teacher:

(The following was taken from the Signs of the Times esoteric glossary)

"They [the sorcerers of ancient Mexico] discovered that we have a companion for life. We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so." […]

You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics,. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico."

" […] They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them." […]

"I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."

" […] In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engage themselves in a stupendous maneuver-stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now. "I know that even though you have never suffered hunger, you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear." "

'[The sorcerers of ancient Mexico] reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man." […]

what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic." […]

"The only alternative left for mankind," he continued, "is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don't mean harsh routines. I don't mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you're blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For them, discipline is an art: the art of facing infinity without flinching, not because they are strong and tough but because they are filled with awe.') "Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer," […]

"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times, was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. They found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, giving to any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong, and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine, until one day it flees permanently. A sad day indeed! That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices, which are nearly zero. There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to. "My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples," don Juan continued, "that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer's life, for the real mind that belongs to us, the sum total of our experience, after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."

I see now that my lifelong rejection and struggle against the established definitions of social advancement has been a survival mechanism born of a deeper memory, since all that is wrongly learned takes much effort to unlearn. I've recognized that it is much better to learn properly to begin with, and in order to learn properly the order of study must begin with the inner struggle to gain control over our very own thinking process, for whatever is built upon unsound thinking is forever compromised and distorted.

Harvest Dream is a blog first and foremost, it is a place where I provide my own insights into the matters of the day, whether they be of the more esoteric or mundane, since I walk both worlds, I carry with me the perspective not just of the materialist, nor of the mystic, but of the awakened human being, who sees with clear eyes the reality of natural law, and who also recognizes the time unbound nature of consciousness and its ability to transcend the constellation of the fixed. This blog more than anything is a useful tool for capturing my insights into the sometimes esoteric and arcane realm of causality, where observations are made not according to the surface conditions of life but according to a deeper current that guides human evolution. Whether it is the economy, the encroaching technological zero point, physical health, or whatever, I'm sure to have something to say about it. The rest is for you to decide.

Cheers,

The Wolverine