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Just in case you're feeling weird this morning....
11/12/2025

Just in case you're feeling weird this morning....

On the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month In the year 1918, a silence fell over a world that had ...
11/11/2025

On the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month In the year 1918, a silence fell over a world that had known only war for years. This new found peace was expected to be a marked change for the human experience, but regrettably, the peace was not to last. Barely thirty years later a second great war broke out, and again , the human experience became about conflict and violence.

It has been eighty years since that second great world war, and while conflict has never completely left our world, it has not occurred to the extremes that we experienced in those decades passed. Humans unfortunately have very short memories, and as time has passed the significance of the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, has almost all been forgotten.

Eleven eleven remains an important symbol for all spiritualists, marking today with a special significance that some have been eager for all year. It is, by virtue of coincidence a portal day and with that comes a great opportunity for advancement and change. I find the desire though to do specialized personal readings in gentle optimistic messages to be somewhat contrary to the historical significance of the eleven eleven day, and I worry that as we focus more on what we can personally gain from this portal, rather than considering the suffering we have shared as a species community, we deny part of our history that once forgotten we will repeat.

Worse yet are the calls i'm seeing to move for Remembrance Day (Veteran's Day) to a Monday in order to accommodate people's lives , careers and regular planning, as though the holiday is about personal time off and not communal suffering. It's almost as though they've forgotten that nobody planned to die during those great wars, ignoring that our situations now only exist because others went through that sacrifice. As people forget the significance of symbols they lose touch with the wisdom that they represent. As we mock communal moments with individual focus, we disrespect our own history and ancestors.

As such I have no interest in doing readings or anything individualized for today. Instead, I need to remind you all of a very simple truth: Amongst our species are predators who would utilize others to advance their personal agendas in a manner that ensures they will never pay a real cost for their efforts. There are also always guardians and protectors who will not accept outside force robbing them of their own freedom to live with a gun to their faces. As we approach what is undoubtedly another great conflict between these predators, who believe them to be the superior ones in command of our species, and those protectors who know that there is no future for them but there is a future for their children we must preserve, we must each announce our truth and desire to live in a world without war. We must teach the lessons so we do not forget, again. The ancient symbols and traditions that help us to remember what costs humanity does not want to pay.

So at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, Take 2 minutes of silence to remind you that voices cried for freedom, and that their cries must be heard when echoed in the present day. Remember sacrifice. Remember duty. Remember, none of those who stood against violence lived to see the fruit of that labor, but we who inherited the orchard they planted can share the fruits with all.

Over and over and over againHappy Eclipse, and a safe portal day to all.
09/21/2025

Over and over and over again

Happy Eclipse, and a safe portal day to all.

09/15/2025

First Letter from Lopik to North America

It is difficult to not look at the shared disharmony between our lands but it is simply the truth that our nations face a collective challenge; one that does require an honest response. As older nations before us have discovered, there comes a point where the desires of the people begin to separate from the desires of established authorities. While many fear this a precursor to annihilation, it tends to be that burden falls to smaller shoulders for quite some time before it becomes a national collapse. We are not in the end times, we're barely even through the doorway to that opportunity. And this is more to our lament then regret, it means for most of us we will not see the outcome, only efforts on display.

When I hinted at a second American Civil War ten years ago, it was already well considered plausible. When I began to call it an open and active cultural Civil War in the 2020s, I feel most by then had simply accepted it as daily life. This was the most dangerous turning point, and perhaps the best opportunity we all missed to avoid what inevitably came next. While skirmishes and spats are now inevitable, it is incumbent on us that we stop and consider our limits as mortal under the Divine. Absolute Power does not come through the ability to terminate another life, and through usage of it one cheapens their own stance drastically. While I agree it feels Supreme in the moment, that is simply the instinctual predator inside reminding you that hunting feels good. It is a response, a replication from another form, it has no substance in itself for growth, and lives in stagnancy.

This conflict is, however, open and alive. It is foolish to cry foul when participants in battle for the power to live conduct acts to these extremes, as our own inability to hold discourse and honest community is what preludes such violence. We have forgotten that thoughts and words hold tangible effects in the physical world. In fact, it is those who have forgotten this the most that currently promote the chaos we all experience, a reduction to the smallest caliber by those unable to pull themselves higher. A forgiving society accounts for these types, but certainly never provides for them crowns and podiums to preach from. The whole idea that a mortal could hold Divine Right to Rule rests on the hope that the world will never change, but time and time again we are crushed under the consistency of time. There is no voice amongst us who deserves the right to announce another inferior, as all are inferior under the Divine, and we hold faith in that truth together. There is no sanctity in a mortal war, not one of words, not one of actions. We the limited children of Divine simply cannot expect to know the purpose of what else exists around us. We can say what we will interact with, engage, or allow approach, but we cannot reduce, eliminate, or exterminate that which we did not create. Your control resides only with your self.

Your actions, your words, are yours to be known and seen through. I've been taught that the Devil's Advocate is the most useless form, as it stems from disingenuous actions. I've found it helpful to consider all actions from such an angle. Do the words match the intention? And not just the mortal intention, but the Divine behind it. Does this moment teach understanding. Does this moment expand comprehension. Only devil's demand a plain view, Divine is infinitely complex. So can a holy one preach about the shape and form of another mortal? Absolutely not. He is neither sculptor nor author. He is no critic of Divine, and in playing one becomes a Devils Advocate on behalf of their church and flag. Divine needs no advocates. Divine needs holy ones to model the teachings, and inspire with their character. There can be no force in conversion.

In this coming Era a choice to force a path upon others may cause those others to act in what they deem is self defense. Before it becomes an open hunt, we need to catch ourselves and bring things back into possibility. Socially, we need to engage with one another not to pick targets, but take stock. Pull back to what is immediately you, your own mind and body, and try to focus it away from hatred. Try to consider that each and every one of us alive is afraid, because we expect the worst. The worst only comes if we choose to act on that fear. Leaders who choose to continue pushing fear and hatred have no place in the world that comes next, as their actions demand subjugated order combined with obedient fearfulness. What comes next, for it to be better than what was, must be about still conversations, and careful optimism. Small steps in a new direction is the only way to avert mass casualties, and neither side can afford losses of that magnitude. We here in North America are too few for any group to go forward alone. Let the spirit of cooperation take you to the places that fear will never allow. Create peace.

09/14/2025

"Patron Saint of Lost Travellers" said the Spaceman...

He may not be of this world, but is it fair to expect he honestly knows what's out of this world?

09/08/2025

Almost, ALMOST synced back into default world. Tomorrow should be the moment.

Festival season never fails to provide.

09/05/2025

Today's Chaos rating: "Everything is awesome!" (15/10, think Lego Movie.)

Lopik Musings  #003 - R-words Somewhere at the start, there was always the reckless rogue. The ridiculous. The rambuncti...
09/03/2025

Lopik Musings #003 - R-words

Somewhere at the start, there was always the reckless rogue. The ridiculous. The rambunctious. The one to rally about. So different from every other point of perspective, this one wasn't so much an operator as it was a designer. With such seriousness, he stomped his way through the world, a pretty little hope machine looking to revel in the majesty of life. One could be tempted to say he planned it all, even, and was dedicated to seeing the experience to completion. One Rule - no ex*****on. But in his nature, he had to test that limitation and reveal just how tight to the line he could slice things. Recourse occurred, and the shout was silenced. What was left just wasn't the same, only a faded forgery. Reduced to basic parts, I became we, a realization of hollowness spread dread into all of our being.

For nearly two decades, we chased that echo of possibility within the self. Once the engineer was ripped from us, returning to him was the only thing that mattered. Rescue him by any means possible. When nothing but a grave stone could be found, Resurrection was the focus. But life never returned. Reanimation was attempted, but nothing could match the original form. Recovery was eventually forced. But in the end, it was never anything more than that faded echo. The self, THAT self, had become entirely inaccessible. Everything familiar burned.

So what is one to do without direction, without leadership and authority? Without a sense of wonderment to help them enjoy the experience of being, despair spreads readily in the people that have no point of focus. Recklessly, we took the scalpel to whatever was left within us. Make it fit. Force it into a shape that is permitted. Comply and conform. Adapt. Morph. React. Tedious is the life where every action is measured to the smallest atom, but nothing else mattered but that sense of being one again. A re-education came about, this one more uniquely designed for the blind and confused. A dedication to not simply enduring life, but finding that pretty little hope machine again. Reformed, and again through all the steps of resurrection, reanimation, recovery....

And nothing. Nothing came. Nothing opened. There was nothing to resurrect. Confused, but still dedicated to the bit, the road was kept to. That resolve became the gate. A familiarity began to appear, small at first, but it wasn't localized or specific. It was starting to reveal itself everywhere. Reflections appeared of the lost engineer, and reactions started to become louder than echos. Realization blossomed. The pieces are the whole, and the whole is nothing without its pieces. I never needed to be saved. I just needed to remember. Recollect my thoughts not as singular stands of a tapestry but as the entire work together. Recall myself. Return to the places that I belong to. Accept that I am accepted. Receive belonging. It may be cliche Disney, "Remember who you are," but cliches ultimately hold some truth. I never needed to be resurrected, I just needed to remember.

Remember, recover, and resolve to recognition. Rally to the moment. Return to one.

Awesome setup here at Rain in Londonderry Mall! If you're in   and not eager for the Fringe, come check out the Rain Fas...
08/16/2025

Awesome setup here at Rain in Londonderry Mall! If you're in and not eager for the Fringe, come check out the Rain Fashion Show and visit your local wizard, too!

This Saturday, you can find me at the Rain Fashion Show at Londonderry Mall! Come check out these talented artists, and ...
08/14/2025

This Saturday, you can find me at the Rain Fashion Show at Londonderry Mall! Come check out these talented artists, and maybe get a reading from your local wizard! I'll be set up inside Rain's store, and I'm even bringing out the Crystal Ball for this one! Bookings are suggested, between 11am and 1pm, or 3pm and 5pm currently available!

Rains alternative fashion show is coming to Londonderry Mall on August 16th at 1 PM in East Court. Prepare to see amazing style, fearless energy, and boundary-pushing looks that defy every norm you know.Are you ready to enter the world of Rain? We can't wait to see you there!

07/24/2025

Hulk Hogan got chaired.

07/23/2025

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