Thursday, May 16, 2013


On Route to Hemaphroditehood! – According to Brian!

Well, fellow travellers, after all I've previously written, I willingly accept that I am, whether I like it or not, on route to Hemaphroditehood – Even as I wrote the word, the ‘h’ mystically-transformed itself into an ‘H’, and this, to me, at least, was the sure sign that I was indeed on the right route! It informed me that Divinity was involved in the evolutionary process of my life and I was well on the way to Animate Godhood. But, this should be the cosmic-heredity of us all, fellow travellers. And, by all I write, do, and say: I’m only the mystically-inspired messenger of this Truth. Amen!    

For the sake of this article, I now feel it appropriate to rehash the second audio-vision-happening of my mystical initiation of 1980; as recorded in Brian and the Rainbow Men. This foretells of a life-after-life everlasting future, albeit not explicitly hermaphroditic. But, then, I still had much to take on board, so to speak, after the event, which was to serendipitously lead me to the Ultimate Truth. The extract now follows:

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The voice, which had never been far away from the distraught Brian, broke this dreadful nightmare. However, its casual approach to the subject of death did little to allay his mounting fears:
       "I would have thought two deaths and two instant resurrections would have been enough to convince any sceptic of our powers – But, you still fear death... I have to convince you once and for all, therefore, that death does not exist – It’s a figment of mankind's imagination.
       "Right now, I will reduce your entire family to this imagined state, and when you’re again living, you’ll witness the ultimate act of relief which defies human control."
       With that, Brian and his family were killed.
       After some time, Brian couldn't say how long, his consciousness returned. It was accompanied by his second vision – complete with sound track – that unfolded before his startled gaze.
       For a moment Brian couldn't make out if he was actually living or not. He was aware that he was lying in a cheerless world that was dark and damp. Whether it was his accustomed one, or some other, he was not sure. But, before him, an enormous ‘Book of Life’ opened its pages to his eyes. The turning pages were depictions of living scenes, something like a storyboard for a cartoon movie. Each one showed a different scene from the many lives of Brian, and the voice explained very slowly: "The pictures show your continuous life-after-life record, and the thickness of the pages represents death... Therefore, in living terms, death does not exist; it is timeless... So, why should you worry?
       "Take your family with my blessing, and make the pilgrimage... Everything for your future has been arranged!"
       As the vision faded away, Brian groped around in the darkness to see whether his wife was still there: And, if so, whether she was still alive. He shook her gently, and she shuddered. Satisfied that all was well, he then woke her fully, declaring in a startled voice: "Do you know, I think I've just piddled the bed!" He gave her no reason why, just sheepishly awaited her reaction.
       Putting on the bedside light, she looked at Brian in fright, just as though he were a ghost. "I just had a strange nightmare," she said, looking confused. "I was informed we were all dead!" She surveyed the room, orientating herself to her surroundings. And then, seized with panic, she leapt out of bed and peered into the baby's cot. Instantly relieved to see the baby still breathing, she looked across at Brian, and gasped in a bewildered voice: "Can you believe it? I've wet the bed as well!" And, with this admission, Brian’s wife thoughtfully viewed the evidence of this incredible double act of relief.
       "I can believe anything, now!" Brian stammered with total honesty. "I suppose I don't have to ask if the baby has copied his parents or not – he does it all the time, without even dying."
       And this indeed was so.

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So, fellow travellers, why has this cosmic-heredity-background not become more apparent before? Because, Poor Souls, you have been systematically and insidiously distanced from this Ultimate Truth by all religious powers, still extant, that were: RPSETW – Anagram: TWERPS!

 Please! I’m only the messenger! Don’t have me DRONED! Amen!

Cosmically yours,

Brian
Cosmos Coconut Club
Sri Lanka


Tuesday, May 7, 2013



The Mystically Manipulated Life of Brian – According to Brian!

Make no mistake, fellow travellers! This doesn't mean I was begrudged freewill. At any stage of my extraordinary life, I could have acted contrary to any of the serendipitous happenings that always seemed to be guiding me. I could have been tempted away from the path that was leading me to eternity, ad infinitum, amen, like Jesus in the desert, or Buddha under the Bodhi Tree. But, apart from having a few lapses on route, and despite many of my more noteworthy happenings occurring in the lavatory, of all places, I chose to remain on the path; and I’m so glad I did. I now live with enduring hope in a cosmos with an infinite purpose. And, what better could it be than to know you’re everlasting; destined to become Animate God on Planet Earth in the System of the Sun, before going into the melting pot, so to speak, and then starting the process all over again forever? Can’t be bad, can it? What’s more: Anyone can join me on this wonderland odyssey, just by believing in my simple Y= X squared plus One Cosmogony, abiding by the stringent rules of cosmic harmony, and repeating ‘I believe’ earnestly to yourself, three times. Let’s face it: You are your own Temple: Nothing else is necessary: And this is what I now call Brianism, as all that has happened in my life, right up to date, has, with my complete willingness, mystically manipulated it. But, what has now brought on this sudden urge for me to make such claims? One answer alone: The latest and, in my opinion, most convincing serendipitous happening of all, which in many ways even surpasses the extraordinary mystical initiation process I experienced in 1980, and all others that followed in its mind-boggling wake. But, let me now explain in more detail.

This happening really follows on directly and as result of the findings of my last article Man Diffused (Defused!) – According to Brian! In it, I’d, not without good reason, affixed an acronymic reason for my given-name, BRIAN – BA: RA: I AM: AMEN: NOW! If I was indeed all I felt myself to be – The Ultimate Force in Its present Animate State on Earth – then, this made perfect sense, and firmly established my divine connection back to Ancient Egypt. And, then, if this was so, I thought that maybe my blood-line children might also be similarly acronymically linked. So, I’d started to work on the names, MARK and PATRICK, my two sons, and PATRICIA, my daughter; and soon conjured up a few possibilities: A, R, I had of course been no problem: T could possibly have stood for THOTH, scribe-god of wisdom and magic, amongst other things, and perhaps another son of RA: C could maybe have stood for CHRIST, as with my mystic-initiation understanding of the Mystery Schools of Ancient Egypt, this was how the term had first arisen; Jesus being just one of the many to have been CHRISTED: K probably stood for KA, meaning DOUBLE: M and P, though, seemed impossible to decipher, if any real sense was to be made out of the whole exercise: And I’d almost given up the exercise, when on a sudden impulse I’d decided to send a copy of Man Diffused (Defused!) – According to Brian! to a Facebook friend; not a member of the Cosmos Coconut Club; but someone I knew to be intimately involved with Ancient Egypt, its myth and its Mysteries. My message follows:

Hi Patricia,
I've always been a fan of your site, due to my 'mystical connection' with the Great Pyramid in 1980. My own site explains this connection in full detail. So, I'll not enlarge on it here. I once even invited you to become a member of this site but my invitation fell upon stony ground, I feel. You even once liked a photo of me dressed as a tramp. Yes, I've always liked to play the fool, but I feel I can also play the part of the wise clown. This is why I am 'one to another' sending you my latest mystically-inspired article, which has been posted on my site in a slightly different form. I thought it would be of interest to you, as you are the 'Leading Light' of your own site, and I certainly have no wish to have my article posted on your site, when it can be accessed and addressed on my own site. One final reason caused me to send this message: My daughter is a Patricia and my son a Patrick. I feel these names have a deep-seated mystical and acronymic meaning, but only if related to the English alphabet, back to Ancient Egypt. I've my own ideas, but wonder if you've ever had the same feelings. I would of course be interested to have your reaction to this message by return.
Cosmically yours,
BRIAN
      
With all my past disappointments of receiving no answers to heartfelt overtures, I was therefore quite surprised to receive a reply almost immediately. It follows:

Hi Brian!
Very interesting article – although I don't agree with all of it – your summation "more importantly represents the balanced duality of GOD (ULTIMATE FORCE) in both ITS spiritual and temporal state as an ANDROGYNOUS ULTIMATE BEING on Planet Earth in the System of the Sun" is spot on. I classify the Neters in a totally different way – Although the myths were used to promote many agendas of thought and "religion" over time.
In truth – I am so overwhelmed with work most days I don't have the time to check out videos, or other groups. I belong to so many that I never have time to visit. We just completed a huge tour – including 3 weeks of field work –so, I am now playing catch up. It seems to be the story of my life these days. I'm not complaining! I know I am blessed to be working in Egypt during such difficult times here.
I find that I cannot keep up with everyone's questions or requests.
My mother called all of her stuffed animals and dolls "Patricka" when she was young, which her mother reminded her after she named me. They used to call me "Patty" – but, as an adult I have preferred "Patricia" and feel that it suits me. There is supposedly no "P" in hieroglyphs (But, I doubt the truth of this) and in Arabic. Everyone here (except family) calls me "Ba-tricia". Hmmmmm – interesting?

The message was ended with a smiley, and I immediately replied as follows:

Thanks, Ba-tricia. Sound was everything to the Ancient Egyptians, and ‘P’ does sound like a ‘B’. ‘P’ was giving me some problem with the names of my kids as acronyms, but now I have an excuse to substitute B (Ba) for P (Ptah), especially as I've developed Meniere’s disease, gone deaf in one ear, and all sound seems to have become distorted. Maybe the ancients all suffered from the same disease. LOL!
As ever,
Brian
    
All this hadn't helped me a lot, but it suddenly came to me that P did not only sound like B, but also looked like it. Symbolically, if just its looped part was considered, it was half of it. This had me setting up the following acronyms:
MARK – M (?): AMEN: RA: K (?): PATRICK – B (HALF): AMEN: THOTH: RA: I AM: CHRIST: KA: PATRICIA – B (HALF): AMEN: THOTH: RA: I AM: CHRIST: I AM: A (? – It couldn't be AMEN again, surely). This then had me stumped for a day or two, and entering into much hypnagogic and hypnopompic contemplation. Chewing things over in my mind, I was determined not to be defeated. Then, suddenly it clicked: the word KA was two letters, with K the end of PATRICK and A the end of PATRICIA. Yes, it was another HALF/HALF situation, and it meant that the PATRICK and PATRICIA letters then equated with the same acronym: The last letter of each name was a HALF of KA. Things were certainly becoming very interesting. Now, I had to consider what to do about MARK – M (?) AMEN: RA: KA (HALF). How could this acronym be completely resolved to make sense of the whole exercise? And KA (HALF) had already been taken up by PATRICK. More contemplation was necessary.

How these things come to me, I’ll never really understand, but they do! I’d suddenly become inspired to review the SET, OSIRIS, ISIS, HORUS myth. There just had to be some kind of connection with what I was trying to establish. In my last article, I’d proven ISIS to be a hermaphrodite, who, with the magical aid of the wise THOTH, had managed to reanimate OSIRIS and integrate him into her body. So, she then had a male and female constitution and was effectively both OSIRIS and ISIS. This had immediately suggested that PATRICK and PATRICIA could at present symbolically represent ISIS, especially if I were now symbolically representing AMEN-RA. They were acronymically compatible and my offspring. But, so was MARK, and where did this leave him as part of the mythological puzzle? By then, though, there’d been no doubt left in my mind as to where this exercise was leading. My family circumstances in the present were becoming a symbolic living representation of the Ancient Egyptian myth itself. And, finally, after more contemplation, the answer had suddenly struck me like a slap round the face: OSIRIS had had to live before being killed by SET to correct AMEN-RA’s evolutionary track-record and become reanimated in ISIS: MARK had been born before PATRICK. So, symbolically, MARK and PATRICK both represented OSIRIS; one before being killed and the other after. Riddle almost solved, I thought. However, mystical manipulation was to prove me wrong.  

It seemed my Mystic Master, ever watchful over my efforts on Earth to establish Its truth, rather than the multitude of false-flag truths that were ever trying to oppose Its truth, could sense I was about to make a serious blunder. And, despite the fact that at the end of my mystical initiation in 1980, It had said, ‘This voice is now your voice!’ It again came to my assistance, not as a voice, but as series of well-defined ideas in my mind. ‘Seek the right track-record of RA, not the specious one concocted by the Ancient Egyptians to serve their primitive knowledge of genetics. There was no need to kill Osiris to make him part and parcel of a hermaphrodite. He was already on route to this, my eventual Ultimate Animate State. Think laterally, Brian!’     

So, cosmic duty-bound, it seemed, but using my own freewill, I set up what was effectively the critical path for RA, from beginning to end, just four items: These were: BA (Soul), RA (Sun God), AMEN-RA, KA – That was about it, with no distractions, misunderstandings and, pardon me for acronymically saying so, BS. And, the only unnecessary deviation from this path, as far as I could see, were the acronyms for PATRICK and PATRICIA, which had needed SET and THOTH to get them back on the RA critical path. It was really getting close to GSAM, via BRIAN, to UF: A very clever piece of MM had taken place. MARK had become MAAT: AMEN: RA: KA. And, who was MAAT, you might ask. She was daughter of RA, wife of THOTH, and the ideogram of her name – truth or justice! The rest about her can be learnt from a reference book. But, MARK is a male, you might say! Not if he symbolically represents the Ultimate Hermaphrodite on Planet Earth in the System of the Sun, he won’t be. He’ll have become a male/female of the opposite sex, so to speak. LOL!

So ends this classic example of MM, fellow travellers. AMEN!

Cosmically yours,

Brian
Cosmos Coconut Club
Sri Lanka


   

Saturday, May 4, 2013



Man Diffused (Defused!) – According to Brian!

As a revelationary and perhaps revolutionary sequel, I believe this article should well serve to augment the diabolical perversion of the truth that is exposed in my earlier article, Jesus’ Demise – According to Brian! Both trace their insidious roots back to Ancient Egypt, where it has just been brought to my mystically-inspired notice that the truth was strategically hidden to satiate the self-centred ‘Pharaohdom’ of the chosen few; while grandiose symbolism, hieroglyph and acronym served to fool the masses.

I should have come to realize this much earlier, due to the first vision and monologue of the Ultimate Force I received during my mystical initiation of 1980, but so many other things arose to occupy my mind. For the sake of this article, I feel it now appropriate to repeat what was said about this in my story of the happening in Brian and the Rainbow Men.  It follows:

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The picture of a traditional Nativity Scene unfolded radiantly, as though on a screen before his eyes. It was uncanny, and Brian was thrown into greater panic. But, then, he noticed there was something strangely different about the characterization: his infant son was the baby Jesus: his wife, Mary: and he, himself, the unassuming Joseph.
             After the scene had been allowed to register clearly in his mind, the voice, which had been silent since relating the news of the Last Supper, suddenly became a peevishly and informative, yet highly disorientating, narrator:
             "I am aggrieved at your thinking my revelations are designed to delude you... You must banish all feelings of doubt and guilt; free yourself from the past... I have told you already, quite clearly – you must live to save humanity. So, why do you still worry about death? Don't you have any faith in me, even now?
             "Now, Brian, what you see in pictorial form is a traditional scene... But, don't be frightened to see yourself in the leading role... Yes, that's right, the leading role! On this occasion, the rightful father is responsible for his son's appearance on the Great Stage of Life... Let common sense prevail – The Ultimate Force has not cuckolded you!
             "Your story is a sequel to the one that’s been revered in the past, but it doesn’t mean you are being blasphemous... I decide what blasphemy is!
             "Many have strived to become the moral champions of their time, and some have possessed very special powers to demonstrate the full potential of my development plan for the Universe. However, despite this, each has failed to establish the practical morality I require of human beings to safeguard their voyage into a bright new future – And my eventual emergence as the perfected, conscious, benevolent dictator of all I created out of nothing... There is certainly no future in death... Death in itself does not exist; it's only part of Life!
       "Listen to the spirit of truth; let only my words be your guide.
             "Your son's future is in your own hands... Live on, and accept this responsibility... You have taken your Last Supper in an era of fishy activists... So, ignore all their red herrings, and be sure not to miss the Boat to the Future. It’s now ready to set sail, but its departure depends entirely on an irrevocable decision you must soon make.       
             "Brian, whether you appreciate it or not, you are now living in an Age of Enlightenment... But, if you persist in trying to find other more worthy leaders than myself, tomorrow will be Doomsday – not only for this New Age, but also for you, humanity, and all that’s ever been created by it.
             "So, one last warning: You have the rest of today to make your final choice... It has to be one of their boats – or mine!              
             "And, Brian, just remember: Jesus, part of the collective consciousness voiced by the Guiding Power, is relying on you to make the right decision.
             "So, begin straight away – go forth and try to find a leader who can promise you anything better than I have to offer!"

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Well, what had been clearly expressed had really kicked the specious edicts of Churchianity into touch, so to speak; and if at the time I hadn’t been so preoccupied with striving to save humanity, and although I’d come to learn that the virgin-birth version of Jesus’ arrival on the Stage of Life was just so much Biblical Bunkum, I might well there and then have sought a far more valid and alternative reason for Joseph getting no credit for the birth. However, that was history. The time was now and for some mystical reason I did seek an answer to the religious skullduggery, and this all seemed to be centred on the Ultimate Force’s statement: And my eventual emergence as the perfected, conscious, benevolent dictator of all I created out of nothing.

My search started immediately, and it didn’t take me long to reconnect the Biblical virgin-birth story with the Land of the Gods, Ancient Egypt, where Isis, Goddess, mother and protectress of the Pharaoh’s represented much the same imagery. But, if the virgin-birth story in the Bible was nonsense, this must also have applied to the story of Isis. So, what was the true story? To arrive at the answer, I then carried out a detailed study of the mythical background to the Set, Osiris, Isis and Horus saga, bearing in mind that whatever had been traditionally recorded might well have been bunkum in itself. Today’s world was plagued by false-flag situations, and there seemed to be no reason for me to think that in the past humans in power had been the epitome of honesty.

Allegedly: Set had murdered Isis’ husband Osiris, who also happened to be her brother to keep things in the family, so to speak: Isis had then recovered his body parts, with the noteworthy exception of his penis: Then, with the wise counsel of the God Thoth, and to the great relief of Amun/Amen Ra, she had magically managed to reanimate Osiris and integrate him with herself: And, finally, self-produced Horus, their son. All this had sounded fishy to me, especially as I also learnt that she’d cunningly managed to acquire the secret name of Amun/Amen-Ra, epitome of the Eternal Sun God, and was thereby waging a secret agenda of her own. Typical, I thought, corruption of power at its very best, and it was all to do with sex. Then, a surge of realization struck me: Isis had converted herself into a hermaphrodite to give birth to Horus, and she was withholding this happening from all but the chosen few of her entourage and maybe those who became wise enough to decipher the symbolic nature of her name – ISIS!

The plot thickens, I thought! So, what could her name represent, relative to the present English alphabet? Well, once again serendipity played a helpful hand here. I’d only just recently become interested in acronyms, and one letter that seemed most meaningful was ‘I’, representing ‘I AM’. So, if the ‘I’ in ‘ISIS’ meant ‘I AM’, what did the ‘S’ represent, which would connect her with being a hermaphrodite? Then, seemingly right out of the blue, my mind recalled the classic scene that had greeted my eyes from the porthole of the plane that was taking me on a mystical pilgrimage back to the cradle of mankind, and the time when the numerical sequence, leading to the formula ‘Y = X squared plus One’ had been infused into my mind – The Great Pyramid of Cheops and the Sphinx. It was serendipity at work again, I thought. What was ‘S’ about the scene? Yes, Eureka, Sphinx! I then set about testing the theory that ‘ISIS’ meant ‘I AM SPHINX’, spelt out twice for good measure.

Now, the Sphinx is a very enigmatic symbol in itself, which seems to have defied all attempts to understand its true meaning for millennia. And its age is now almost certainly considered to be at least twice the age of the Great Pyramid itself. It’s basically a human head on a lion’s body – But, for what reason? And the face seems to be that of a female; and a Negroid female, at that! Interesting, I thought. So, I then tried to establish an acronym for the word ‘SPHINX’. This entailed further research into the lesser known Gods of the Ancient Egyptian Pantheon. I finally decided ‘S’ simply stood for ‘SYMBOL’: ‘P’ stood for ‘PREHISTORY’: ‘H’ stood for ‘HAPI’: ‘I’ stood for ‘I AM’: ‘N’ stood for ‘NOW’: and ‘X’ stood for ‘AS ABOVE, SO BELOW!’

So, who, in the name of all that’s hermaphroditic, is HAPI, you might ask? Well, HEYes, still patriarchal! – was supposedly the God of the Nile; representative of the central star of Orion’s Belt; and typically depicted as a MAN with a large belly, wearing a loincloth, and having long hair and pendulous, female-like breasts. Just more deception, I thought! Because, under the loincloth, I mystically realized there lurked a deep, dark secret that the patriarchal elite didn’t want revealed: For, it just so happens that HAPI is a SHE – HERMAPHRODITE! – and the SPHINX, a stone effigy, symbolically carved in HER lasting honour, more importantly represents the balanced duality of GOD (ULTIMATE FORCE) in both ITS spiritual  and temporal state as an ANDROGYNOUS ULTIMATE BEING on Planet Earth in the System of the Sun.

Weren’t the Ancient Kemetians a temporally and spiritually clued up lot? And, if it weren’t for the SPHINX, they’d hardly be known; no thanks in this respect to the likes of ISIS and her ilk. But, this would have to be the subject of yet another revelationary story involving the later pyramid era, when a more sophisticated version of the SPHINX was built next to It: The GREAT PYRAMID OF CHEOPS; with its in-built sonic resonance features; its secretive and mystical initiatory purpose, which became no stranger to me in 1980; its King and Queen chambers, representing Kundalini; and its overriding stone, grandiose and symbolic image of WOMAN/MAN in a life-after-life, evolutionary climb towards conscious perfection and eternity. Enough said, I feel!         

Oh, before I finish, I thought I ought to give you my acronym for GOD: ‘G’ for ‘GUARANTOR’: ‘O’ for ‘OF’: and ‘D’ for ‘DIVINITY’Cheers!

Brian
Cosmos Coconut Club
Sri Lanka


PS: BRIAN’s acronym: ‘BA’: ‘RA’: ‘I AM’: ‘AMEN’: ‘NOW’ – ‘BA’ was the Ancient Egyptian for ‘SOUL’… ILUMS!!!



Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Jesus' Demise - According to Brian!

The following is really just an afterthought to my last post - My Ongoing Mission - A Concluding Overview - but a very important one if read in conjunction with my quartet 'On the Square plus One':

‘The spear that ended the short life of Jesus threw universal consciousness totally out of balance, and you now have seventeen years in which to try and rectify this imbalance.’ Startling news to this effect was just one of the radical concepts pertaining to my strange psychic initiation into the Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops in 1980, during which over a mentally-crucifying and presaged four-day-and-night period without sleep, and under pain of extinction without redemption for myself and humanity if I failed to cope with the initiation process, I was acquainted with the sole purpose of the universe and man’s place in it, and tasked to disseminate the glad tidings without getting persecuted in the process – Just like Jesus before me!

Without further elucidation, since full details for anyone interested are to be found in my quartet ‘On the Square plus One’, I will just concentrate on how all this affects the tragic demise of Jesus and the false legacy this has given to the world for the past two thousand years. At the start of my initiation, a forlorn entity, pleading from the psychic wilderness, and purporting to be Jesus, stated that he was being held in karmic limbo and wouldn’t be released unless I satisfied the stringent terms of what was about to be my own imminent initiation; and, believe me, stringent they were. Suffice it to say, though, in the end I feel I succeeded in the task, and now Jesus has another chance, like me and anyone else, of progressing life-after-life towards conscious perfection, fully understanding he is not and never was the sole agent to eternal life. Everlasting life, via reincarnation or rebirth, is the modus operandi of the cosmic plan for all, not the specious one concocted by the Church just to satiate the Old and New Testament heaven-and-hell scenario of a vindictive Judaic Jehovah. And, after extensive research since my initiation, I’m sure there was no need for Jesus to have committed himself to be murdered on the + cross, when he’d already been Christed on an X cross at the Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops and initiated to believe, like me, that death is simply an illusion. This was his terrible mistake, and Constantine in adopting Judaic-influenced Christianity as the Roman religion after his two visions of the Greek X and P, failed to recognize the profound significance of these two symbols, and allowed the + cross of death sign to prevail, as it sadly still does today, over that of the X cross sign of everlasting life.

So, it would seem, believe it or not, I was psychically Christed into the Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops in 1980 for indeed two very good reasons: To help out a brother-initiate in dire straits: And, as previously stated in my last post, to impart, once again, fundamental spiritual wisdom and reassurance of life-everlasting to all those who by self-experience within the sanctum of their own existence are desirous of heeding the message.

Brian
Cosmos Coconut Club
Sri Lanka

Monday, March 2, 2009

My Ongoing Mission - A Concluding Overview

After nearly thirty years of rigorous self-analysis, comprehensive religious, philosophical and psychical research, and the publication of copious associated literary works since my cosmication in 1980, I remain the unsung hero of my very own mythological quest to blaze a sensible trail through today's minefield of conventional and mostly outmoded thought and deed. Not surprising, I guess, when the message I was cosmically tasked to disseminate is generally at odds with five thousand years of conventional divide-and-rule, specious, politically-motivated and partisan beliefs that have infected today’s world with the almost incurable cancer of competitive cultures and rabid extremism. And let’s face it – Who but a few would willingly deign to heed and acknowledge the psychically-inspired utopian vision and wisdom of an almost non-entity known as Brian, the Lambeth Pilgrim, and his symbolic Rainbow Men cosmic ambassadors? Nevertheless, I know full well that many folk talk a lot about me; but most choose not to talk to me; and I don’t have to be too psychic to understand why. Therefore, let me remain the unsung hero in the jaundiced eyes of a mainly deluded world, yet be happy in the knowledge that my Psychic Master’s most cogent resurrected message has been duly delivered and is slowly but surely being spread by bush telegraph. And this is the way the message was meant to be dispensed. ‘No more religions and no more martyrs, Brian’ was an important proviso relative to my extraordinary and very exacting introduction to the astral realm of the Psychic Master’s Cosmos Club.

That the Great Pyramid of Cheops was involved in putting me ‘On the Square plus One’ is beyond doubt, and all that has since happened to authenticate what was psychically fed into my mind in 1980 has now made me more and more convinced that I was then, over four days and nights without sleep, subjected to similar initiation process that would have been used to initiate far more spiritually-prepared adepts at the Ancient Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops into firmly believing in life-everlasting and death as just an illusionary aspect of one’s eternal journey towards conscious perfection. However, because I was not more spiritually-prepared before my own ‘crash course’ initiation into such mysteries, I conclude that the severe mental trauma I suffered as a result of my initiation, and the fact that it then took me ten years to sensibly equate with it, was not really to be unexpected. Fortuitously, though, I survived to fulfill the cosmic task expected of me. And this done, I now intend to conclude my written and verbal overtures to the public with the following bold statement, which has also been posted at the Cosmos Coconut Club in Sri Lanka. This said, there seems little more worth my adding in the future, as in illumined Kundalini circles I once again have to repeat that to those who understand no further explanation is necessary but to those who do not no further explanation is possible. The statement reads:

COSMOS COCONUT CLUB INTENT FOR 2009 AND ONWARDS…

Psychically, I was initiated into the Egyptian Mystery School of Cheops in 1980 for it seems one reason – To impart spiritual wisdom and a reassurance of life-everlasting to all those who by self-experience within the sanctum of their own existence are desirous of heeding the message.

In this respect, explanation from the http://www.opencheops.org/ website seems in order – The initiate system, prevailing in Egypt, was based upon one tremendous point, that the individual should learn factually, actually, and beyond question through personal experience that death is an illusion. Immortality is the summit of man’s problem. They had developed a science by which they could communicate the fact, example, and circumstance of death directly to another person. In other words, the initiates of the Mystery Schools were persons who had lived, died and been born again in this world.

I WAS NO EXCEPTION TO THIS PROCESS.

The above statement as well as this article now concludes:

THE AWAKENING OF ANY INDIVIDUAL IS DEEMED A COSMIC EVENT.

Brian
Cosmos Coconut Club
Sri Lanka

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Too Good to be True? Not this Cosmic Pearl of Wisdom!

In an earlier post I wrote: Being a psychically inspired Cosmic, I realize that I’m the closest I’ll get this life round to becoming the Animate God that’s still evolving out of nature to dwell in a state of conscious perfection. I can’t say I’m really euphoric with my progress in this incarnation; it still leaves much to be desired; and so presumably does that of all my karmic predecessors; but I’ll carry on doing the best I can with my lot in an effort to blaze a cosmicated trail to what must surely become a life-after-life harmonious future. Well, since that posting, serendipity has yet again come to my aid to dispel any doubts I might have housed regarding progress in this incarnation. Right now I am ecstatic about it: my cosmogony has been proven beyond reasonable doubt: I exist in a state of nirvana: I can wish for no more: and all I want to do, as my life is my work and my work is my life, is to share this new-found happiness with you all – Not only this, the cosmic wisdom bestowed upon me to be passed on to you is free! So, receive it in the spirit with which it is offered, and once aboard this eternal lifeboat to the future, only disseminate it to others in a like manner.

If you’ve found this website, the likelihood is you feel it was by chance. But, is anything by chance when the result leads to making a fortunate and unexpected discovery? Perhaps you have a talent for doing this, an inborn sixth sense - Namely serendipity! So, maybe this talent has now fortuitously worked for you, just as it most certainly has for me. For some months the Cosmos Coconut Club had been gathering dust, and apart from maintaining this site with ever-progressive and thought-provoking copy, and also sending out kindred spirit emails to other sites that I considered were trying to disseminate messages similar to my own, I’d begun to feel I’d never be in a position to substantiate all I’d written in my scripture, On the Square plus One, and was now advocating on this site – Serendipitously, I was to be proved wrong!

As a result of such a chance email I sent to www.opencheops.org, which is there for all to see, introducing myself as being kindred to its cause, subsequent email exchanges with its creator eventually vindicated all I wrote as the demented clown in On the Square plus One, especially in Brian and the Rainbow Men. The enigmatic formula fed into my mind psychically as my plane was banking over and I was fixedly gazing down at the Egyptian pyramids in 1980, y = x square plus one, I've learnt is indeed a famous one that was known to and used by the Ancient Egyptians when adepts were being Initiated, or Christed, at the Mystery School within the Great Pyramid of Cheops; and it's still preserved by the Masons today. Why so secretly? I think my informant must really have been surprised that I should have been made privy to it in the strange way I was, and he has come round to accepting that the solution I attach to it in the book is correct. It's the symbolic formula for the evolutionary progress of Universal Intelligence, and indicates that this is an ever-cyclic, eternal process, without beginning or end, and only having evolutionary stages between each birth and fruition. And the fact that this formula can never equate with nought means that the Seed of the Universe can never become cosmically extinct; as the One, which is its eternal and latent code is ever-present in the Seed - A trifle profound, perhaps, but simple if given a little bit of logical thought.

Having learnt this, you must realize why I now feel ecstatic; and cannot possibly have been simply a deluded loony, as many since my writing my whimsical scripture must have considered me. It's just that where ignorance is still bliss to most, it surely is folly to have been made wise. Have a look at this website sometime; it's an education in itself without the added authenticity of my own experience. So, serendipitous ones, feel joyous: You're on an unsinkable lifeboat towards conscious perfection, and then back into the crushing pot to start all over again – However, just as long as you don't rock the boat too much and drown on route! Why me the messenger? It's all explained by Rainbow Man Ray, aboard the Chariot of Fire in Dream to Reality. And, as now explained to me, I have triangles on my palms to prove it! Have a look between your own Head and Heart lines, just about where the Fate line crosses them, and see whether you can detect any on your own palms. It indicates that one of your own karmic predecessors was himself spiritually Christed by the Ancient Egyptians, as was Jesus himself, before he eventual allowed himself, for a second time to be crucified; but on that fearful occasion things went terribly wrong, and he ended up being physically murdered; his death then leading to the fairy story that now fronts for Christianity. What a world we live in! No wonder, my psychic Master was so pissed off, when destiny had me Initiated into the Egyptian Mysteries in 1980, and gave me such a mentally-crucifying hard time in the process. Anyway, all augurs well now.

What a great pity this reassuring ancient cosmic wisdom has been so perverted and mostly lost to modern mankind; and right now, I feel, as one illumined, it can only be reintroduced surreptitiously and strategically to avoid even greater global disharmony and misery. So, full details pertaining to this authenticity of Cosmos Club cosmogony remain secreted for the time being on DVDR. Suffice it to say, though, it's all a bit Vedanta Hindu really, but now having my own Cosmental experience as living proof to galvanize the faith! Nirvana is only to be found in life, not in death! And only self-experience can lead a person into believing this to be the Absolute Truth of the Whole. As you must already be aware from previous posts, I'm now as part of my water-on-the stone strategy trying to reintroduce a modicum of happiness-in-life thinking back into the all-life-is-suffering tenets of Buddhism. But, so far, my overtures to the status-quo-rocks have fallen upon stony ground. However, I do believe that at least my Sri Lankan father-in-law and my wife have already got the message. Others I come in contact with personally at the Cosmos Coconut Club can deal with my resurrected news as they see fit - For it is said in Kundalini illumined circles: For those who understand, no explanation is necessary. For those who do not, no explanation is possible.

But, am I finished? Not Quite! A few mornings ago after being acquainted with the validity of my cosmogony, I awoke refreshed for a change. The problem dreams I’d been experiencing of late hadn’t been in evidence. In fact, I’d encountered a few friendly faces from the past that seemed pleased to see and greet me. And, all at once, a topical psychic impression flooded my mind: Scientists were frantically striving to identify a so-called God Force, through a theory of Super Symmetry, and just days away from testing the gizmo to recreate the Big Bang. Well, whether they succeed or not and without having to get involved in a morass of math and scientific nitty-gritty myself, I can confidently confirm to these scientific boffins that such a Force does exist. But, it might also be a sobering thought to them that the Ancient Egyptians knew about it thousands of years ago, and as a result held Mystery Schools that turned out Initiates having no choice but to believe in Eternal Life.

So, all in all, for me, it’s: Eureka! Serendipity! Authenticity! QED!

Brian
Cosmos Coconut Club
Sri Lanka

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Hope Springs Eternal - It Does If You're Cosmicated!

To follow up my last article – Ad Infinitum, Amen – I feel it now time to compound my psychically-inspired philosophy with even more speculative profundity. But, to effect this, I think I ought to outline the logical and progressive thought-process of my own cosmication. So, first and foremost following my extraordinary experience of 1980, I had to decide if the happening had been psychic or psychotic. And, as the whole experience had made so much sense, I opted for it being psychic. But, I realized most others to whom I divulged the revelation would think I was crazy. But, undeterred, I persevered with the cosmic task of disseminating the message ordained, without getting persecuted in the process. And I was encouraged when I found a pearl of wisdom under the title – Hope Springs Eternal – which in an adapted form follows: Here's to the crazy ones: The misfits: The rebels: The trouble-makers: The round pegs in the square holes: The ones who see things differently. They're not governed by uncompromising edicts, and they have no respect for a stagnant status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the one thing you should never do is ignore them – As they can change things! They push humankind forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, others see genius – Because the people, who are adamant enough to think they can change the world, are often the ones who do. So, acting upon the information I received psychically, I began writing my whimsical scripture, On the Square plus One; and in Part I, Brian and the Rainbow Men, I established a symbolic Universal Management Committee: The Ultimate Force, the Leading Light and the Guiding Power: a non-denominational and inanimate control trinity, operating in the realm of Rainbow Land. Because, just as you can’t possibly see an oak tree by cutting open an acorn, it was obvious to me that the Seed of the Universe, the original seed of all, could not have declared its own fruition at the time of the Big Bang. So, I created this symbolic realm together with its Rainbow Men supporters, to give it a means of both exposing and imposing its inherent code.

Developing the theme from there, the following is an extract from the book, where the Ultimate Force, having become aware of the diverse problems on planet Earth in the System of the Sun, reflects on the wisdom of It having created a new domain for the evolution of universal intelligence from an explosive genesis to conscious perfection – Its Fruition – and, thereby endeavouring to emancipate Itself from an inanimate state and into a living and perfected conscious one!

It reads:

Completely aware of the events taking place in Rainbow Land, and carefully monitoring the chequered progress of the Leading Light in its efforts to find a satisfactory solution to the current crisis, the Ultimate Force pondered over the wisdom of having embarked upon this latest enterprise at all.
It seemed an inordinate length of time had passed since the Latent Intelligence contained within the Universal Seed, for so long repressed by the black hole that had ended Its previous escapade, had again broken loose to distribute Its mighty presence across the length, width, and depth of the void that was to become Its domain and con­stitute a new Universal Entity destined once again to expand and con­tract in accordance with the disciplined rules of cosmic har­mony.
But, as the Ultimate Force pondered, It just had to accept the irrefutable fact that It had really had no choice in the matter. It had been under an enormous pressure from Its innermost instinct to be born yet again. The Code within the Universal Seed had dictated it, and the resultant explosive birth had been inevitable.
The Ultimate Force had been propelled from the black hole with the usual reckless abandon that would only in time be brought un­der control by the inherent nature of the Universal Seed’s other four disseminated forces. And, spiraling outwards in every direction simultaneously, these forces had eventually generated a multitude of sub‑divisions by chain reaction and the whole fragmentation had finally stabilized into the innumerable galaxies that now constituted the expanding Universe.
Essentially, the Universe was simply a source of energy that the Ultimate Force could rely upon to transform Its own Latent Intelligence into comprehensive conscious intelligences that when evolved and perfected would give some mean­ing to and a practical purpose for Its existence in the first place. In essence then, the Universal Seed would be brought to fruition.

So, early in the whimsical presentation of my radical philosophy, the basic evolutionary intelligence die was cast – Not without reason: All that had happened during my Spiritual Emergence of 1980 had dictated it, the content of Ad Infinitum, Amen, just one important part of this experience.

Now, let me skip to a later section of my written saga, Brian and the Animate God. I’d teleported myself into the far distant future to be at One with our Animate God, the emancipated and consciously perfected Ultimate Force here. But, I was to become confused; because if the universe was a general breeding domain for the evolution of intelligence, what was to happen when the Animate God on planet Earth in the System of the Sun had eventually to call it a day and bow to the inevitability of Its animate demise. Could It just die and be reborn in another cosmic location? The sequence follows:

Brian quizzed the Colour-Sergeant further: "What does UF mean ‘in this neck of Its cosmic domain’? Does it mean there are other worlds with Conscious Intelligences in other parts of the Universe still going strong?"
"Probably, Sir! However, this is not our problem. By now, each world will certainly have its own pest-control brigade, under the direction of its own Animate God. We’ll end our being here, and then await materialisation as part of another brigade. And that, Sir, will probably be long after the creation of the next Universe…
"It’s also a matter of the Animate God to suit the environment really: conscious Intelli­gences of the Universe have to evolve different­ly everywhere: and each planet that supports Life eventually gets the Animate God that naturally evolves and that it deserves.
"What’s suitable here would hardly be suitable some­where else… And the Universe is so vast that even in the perfected state it is inconceiv­able that one world would ever have been able to integrate with another.
"But, the Ultimate Force in Its original form is part and parcel of all Animate Gods, and sets their standard of conduct, regardless of their physical form – Universally, of course!
"And as you know, Sir: UF always had a special interest in planet Earth, the place It called ‘The Pearl of the Universe’… There couldn’t be anywhere else old UF, in the form of our Animate God, would rather end Its conscious existence."
"Well, that’s comforting to know, Colour-Sergeant! I didn’t like the idea of UF, having phased out Beings here, then pushing off to sunnier climes."
"But, Sir, our Animate God has taken on board all other worthy Beings’ consciousness; they’re part and parcel of Its Eternal Psyche; and they go wherever It goes… Get it, Sir!"
"Of course, I now under­stand!
"Having been Animate God here, that’s the end of Its conscious existence; until It submits to the inevitable; merges with the Light; is reborn somewhere else; and finally reverts to an inanimate state… And, then, the whole process starts all over again, when the Ultimate Force has, with the assistance of gravity, recovered sufficient of Its fragmented parts from all over the Universe to make this possible... And so on, ad infinitum… It’s really ingeniou­s!"

And so, I’d finally satisfied my curiosity, and it has led me to understand that death is only a first class medium for bypassing time and space and progressing towards conscious perfection, wherever it might exist in the universe. And if asked the following question - Is death simply a first-class spaceship that can bypass time and space? – my reply has to be:

As far as spaceship death is concerned: Whether we like it or not, death is a trip we all have to make. So, why not think of it as a first-class means of slipping time and embarking on a space odyssey? It doesn’t really matter if this is what death is all about or not; it’s what satiates an individual’s psyche this life-time round that matters.

As a psychically inspired cosmic I’ve explained that I believe in the life-after-life progression towards conscious perfection, before the cosmos reverts to its seemingly inanimate state and starts the process of evolving its latent intelligence all over again. So, there are long spells when time itself becomes timeless in a conscious sense. I therefore asked myself: Where was my psyche from the time of the Big Bang, and perhaps even before, until my present conscious existence? After all, fifteen billion or so years is an awfully long period to be waiting in the wings to get on to the stage of life, especially as for most of it conscious existence, as we understand it, isn’t even possible. I therefore had to conclude: When in and out of conscious existence my psyche had remained in a state of suspended animation called death: this state was timeless, as it bypasses time in a conscious sense: and there was no reason for me to think otherwise when considering my psyche’s future journey.

As for death bypassing space: In a physical sense, space-travel in search of extra-terrestrial life seems a pretty remote possibility, due to the enormous distances involved. But, if the cosmos is considered to be a general breeding domain for the evolution of intelligence itself, as I believe it to be; and conscious existence is an essential part of this evolutionary process, there’s no reason for me to assume that my rebirth has to be here, on planet Earth in the system of the Sun. Unless there are no other conscious intelligences evolving in the cosmos, which I doubt very much, it could well be that death and rebirth afford a bypass to physical space-travel barriers. If so, I only hope that wherever my psyche ends up next, the planetary beings there have banished all the dark devils from their systems that at present plague our own planetary existence. And, if it goes nowhere else, and hangs around planet Earth in the System of the Sun to be reborn, I can only hope that Earthlings have by then also all developed a cosmic consciousness and have learnt to dwell in peace and harmony. Whatever, eventually, it’ll be back to the inanimate state and start all over again – And this is all down to the Ultimate Force!

This might sound outrageous – But, can anyone prove this psychically inspired ad infinitum philosophy wrong? I don’t think so.

Brian