One November Morning in America, a Dark Shadow Lifts

Using Factionalized Reporting to Explore Spiritual Reality: The Future of Truth

Faction — (n) —A genre of writing, storytelling, or reporting which blends elements of fiction and non-fiction.

My mental and spiritual battle with the Dark Shadow Leader of the Baby Boomers is a work of “faction” blending fact and fiction. Even I, the writer, don’t know where fact ends and fiction begins.

This same skill, blending fact and fiction, has been used to manipulate the minds of Americans to the detriment of society.

What this tells me is, we the people, think we know a lot more about “what’s really going on” than we actually do. What’s hidden in the shadows can hurt you.

I read that readers don’t like faction. We don’t like to be tricked. I don’t like to be tricked either, as half the country has been for the last four years. That’s why we need to explore and expand on this space between fact and fiction. We want to know where the borders are.

We need to know where the borders are to keep unwanted influences from screwing with our minds.

All things proceed from our collective imagination.

Revelation 12:12 “Woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has come down to you with great fury, because he knows his time is short.”

I wasn’t planning on fighting for my soul for those 72-hours in November. It just kind of happened.

Reflecting on that 3 days confronting evil made me realize how much your average everyday person listens to those little whispers in his or her mind. I know, there’s lots of them. Lots of little voices influencing us, making us who we are.

I noticed that there was one voice who stood out as believed more often than he should be.

I see people listening to that voice all the time. They don’t know they are doing it. Contrary to what I think I should believe, as a non-Christian, I can see the Devil whispering in people’s ears. He whispers in their thoughts, getting people to do his (usually minor) bidding.

I overhear his voice inserting itself into the minds of others:

“Don’t lift your foot off the break for 20 seconds.”

“Smile at that man.”

“Don’t smile back at that woman.”

“You’re in a hurry, look forward, walk briskly.”

How are we to know what part we are playing in his scheming? He seems to use a lot of “go faster” and “slow down,” as if trying to get people to the same place at the same time, or make sure that people aren’t in the same place at the same time.

Most of the time, you’d never know that you took part in his scheming. That’s how little mindful awareness there is in Western society today. Naturally, most of us probably scheme for our Creator probably just as much. At least, that’s my hope.

One thought has made itself clear. We need to be more discerning regarding where our minds flow, aware that this affects our collective reality.

I get the feeling though, there are those who made a pact with the Devil. Those who are aware they are following his guidance.

It’s possible these contracts were signed before we were born. People giving their allegiance for his influence over the outcome of some event. They probably never see how their “contracts” to be wealthy and successful, to be powerful, or even perhaps still alive, is working against God’s plan, delaying it, giving more influence than necessary to this negative manipulative whispering voice.

For reasons beyond what we can explain, some people are propelled towards stardom, power, wealth, and influence. Others get shot in November.

For lack of a better word, let’s call them Karmabucks. These pacts were and are being made. How many Karabucks do you care to wager on your truth at this time? I imagine getting away with murder and staying out of prison costs quite a bit. I get the feeling some souls may be in serious debt.

Some of you don’t believe in the Devil. Some of you don’t believe in Karma. But all of you know of an instance where someone got away with something they shouldn’t have. We all know of someone who just happens to be rich and famous for no discernible reason, like Aston Kutcher.

On the edge of reality staring into the Twilight Zone

This is where factionalized writing comes into play: we search for meaning and reason behind the seemingly random and meaningless. Or investigate why something dastardly happened.

We’ve all been on the winning and losing side. Two divergent life paths result. But why?

None of us are as in control of our lives as we like to think. We are on a small blue ball hurling itself through space under the gravitonic attraction from our sun, a yellow star, which orbits a larger central mass of stars clustered together at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. I don’t know how much control you were expecting to have under circumstances like this.

Take the poor Devil, little horn, for example. He’s been hanging around manipulating the minds of people and events for thousands of years. How do you think he felt when he realized that his time is short and his magic shroud of lies was tattered?

After somewhere between 35,000 and 5,000 years of being the “god of this Earth”, he only has a few more years, if that, to manipulate and deceive humanity. That’s gotta sting.

If we all signed contracts as price of admission to life on the Earth, then perhaps it’s true that the more you suffer the better off you are. Less in debt to the Devil for the material luxuries of this life. It’s those talentless people who everyone seems to admire for no reason, like Keanu Reeves, who need to worry.

Factionalized writing is useful for memoirs. Apparently, we all really do live in our own separate realities. What we fail to consider is that some realities are more real than others.

Here are excerpts from my factionalized memoir that 72-hours in November:

I saw a black figure fading in and out before me. It was moving, weaving in and out of history, spreading lies, hate, fear and death wherever it went.

My rational mind tried to tell me that this was an elaborate illusion.

Time in the outside world seemed to stand still for 3 days. It was always dusk. Or was it dawn? For three days, no one walked past my hotel room, the sun neither set nor rose.

“You know this is a battle for your soul, don’t you?” the darkness taunted me in my mind. I never replied. Having negative voices in your mind is one experience, responding to them invites them in. Bad Mojo.

Everything I knew became mixed, lies with truth. So many events, big and small that this” Devil” had poisoned in time with his influence flashed through my mind.

I thought, if we ever do live in a world without him, without his influence, we will hardly recognize ourselves.

I was overwhelmed with exhaustion. I hadn’t slept, but for a couple hours in between psychic attacks for three days. I didn’t have any weapons with which I could imagine attacking this barely visible, shadowy figure.

I went to sit in the garden of the hotel for a change of scenery. Even walking past the front desk that morning or evening, whichever it was, I didn’t see another living soul. I circled around the front of the hotel and went back towards the garden.

Mara, I named the shadow later, raised itself up over me as I sat on the naked ground.

“What will you do when you are dead and there is no one alive who knows what happened here? What will you do when no one remembers you?” The voice was trying to break me.

I instinctively touched my hand to the ground as if I were planting it, pushing my hand into the Earth for nourishment and strength.

A calm female voice, neither old nor young, but also both filled the air between us. She spoke saying, “I will remember.”

I intuitively recognized it as the voice of the planet. Mother Earth, Gaia, fully conscious and aware making herself available as my witness.

The black cloud that I called Mara disappeared, the haze broke, and the sun rose on that third day. I spoke to the Earth, thanking her, before going back to my room for a long, long sleep.

The realm of our collective archetypes

Later that evening, when I woke up, I found out how the Buddha had an experience that mirrored my own so closely that I felt what I experienced couldn’t be just hallucination.

The Buddha, on his path towards enlightenment, was tempted by an entity called Mara.

(FACT: It was after I read his story that I adopted the name Mara for the shadow of my own story.)

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor when I read how, after undergoing various temptations by this spirit, Mara, the Buddha touched his hand to the Earth, calling on it as a witness.

His Mara spirit disappeared the same as mine.

It was a powerful and strange archetypal experience being repeated in my life.

The similarities were striking. A mental assault lasting multiple days. We were asked similar questions, “Who will speak for you?” and “Who will remember you?”

Both of us touched the Earth. Me, I think, instinctual. I was in no way conscious of what would happen next. Same as in my story, the Earth spoke, the sun rose, and Mara disappeared. All of which I read about after my experience.

This, I thought, was a strange coincidence. I wondered if it was the same shadow, Mara, all these centuries later. I wondered if it was “Mara” that tempted Christ with worldly power in the desert. .

There’s a few Christian websites that mention an octopus which sounds eerily similar to what I was called the shadowy snake/fish. There’s a Christian website which claims this dark spirit is associated with mind control. It seeks to control our thoughts.

That’s the same as I experienced. They were always flying past my ears trying to get inside my head.

One afternoon, I must have been overcome. I had passed out unconscious on my bed. Before opening my eyes, I heard these words being chanted in my head, as if trying to brainwash me in the space between sleep and wakefulness.

The chant must have caught the attention of my rational mind, waking me up, when it attempted to plant ideas which I know are inherently false, patently absurd. The chant was an angry, racist white supremacist chat. Completely outside my character. It was very disturbing.

Burying our heads in the sands of denial doesn’t make the bogeyman go away

I don’ t see how we are ever going to explore the unknown without a genre of writing such as faction, factionalized reporting. We need the combination of the known and the speculative to even begin to breach these topics.

This space in between what is real and unreal has been used as a weapon against the American people for the last several years by those with greedy and selfish intentions.

Jesus spent a significant part of his ministry casting out demons from those possessed by the dark aspects of human personality. Thus far, ignoring or denying the darkness hasn’t made it go away, but seems to make it coagulate and grow, resulting in us being affected by collective delusions, like voting for President Little Horn or watching whatever Keanu Reeves is doing and calling it acting.

Our survival depends on maintaining contact with the closest thing we have to objective reality, the Earth. Watching TV all day is stealing the lives and minds of many people. Getting people away from the television is one of the most important “spiritual” works we can do today.

Humanity can’t avoid forever these things that go bump in the night which frightened our ancestors. If these spirits are part of reality, we should be made aware of it instead of sticking our heads in the sand like cowards, fearful of a shadow.