"They" Told Me to Write This

By Thad McKraken on January 16, 2013

Who are “they”? Good question. Grey Aliens? Beings from the Sirius star system? Harvey the white rabbit? Fuck if I know. They appear to refract differently through the nervous system of everyone who comes into contact with them. I actually started referring to them as hynagogic light entities after they started showing up in my peripheral sleep states. The whole scene started crackling right after I began performing magick. I summoned them and they came, rebuilding the structure of my soul on a near nightly basis—which often felt like computer updates being rapidly downloaded into my psyche. Seriously, that’s how it went down from my perspective, I started doing magick and they started installing the sorcerer software pack into the very fiber of my being.

This went on for months before they finally finished. They showed me what they’d been working on and of course I didn’t understand it even remotely, but they seemed quite proud of themselves. Errrr, I guess it’s some kind of telepathic link to the 5th dimensional (they’ve told me 4th dimensional doesn’t quite cut it) realm where they exist or something. Sort of like a translation program that converts telepathy into simplified English I can understand. Long story but what’s important is that they started chatting me up shortly thereafter and educating me as to the nature of the macro-consciousness. They talk to me a lot, and a lot of the time I just sort of filter it out because I have no idea what to do with the constant deluge of information.

This time was different. The day after my first occult post on Disinfo regarding my hyper-weird sexual encounters with spirits, I was lying in bed thinking about what bizarro psychic chicanery I could tackle next. I had a billion ideas like I always do, but drifted off to sleep not intently deciding on any of them. The next thing I know I’m half awake lying face down on my pillow with an amorphous being of echoing spirit energy hovering just to my right. Before I have much time to contemplate the strangeness of the situation, the thing detaches a sinewy tendril from itself and reaches directly into my mind. The second it does, my entire field of perception is flooded with instant rush pleasurable re-assurances and an even more instantaneous message. Those things we were educating you about right before you started keeping that dream journal/magick diary (friend me on facebook, gets more peculiar by the day), write about those. Okay then.

Lesson plan number 1: Thought does not arise from matter, matter is comprised from thought.

Another way of putting it would be: “Life is but a dream and we’re the imagination of ourselves” (Bill Hicks style)

Or another way of putting it would be: “The soul is not in the body, the body is inside the soul. Do you understand? Try to remember.” (Grant Morrision Invisibles style).

Doesn’t matter how you phrase it the song remains the same, and it’s one they’ve flooded into me over and over and over again in the 7 years since I became a practicing occultist. Might seem a bit trite, but there’s some supreme wisdom going on there. We’re not things, we’re thoughts. It’s the reason magick works. Projecting a sigil or casting a spell might seem particularly nutty for those looking at the world from a scientific materialist perspective. How could inner gestures have an influence on external reality? The problem lies in the limitations of that particular cosmology. When you look at it from a more shamanic perspective, it’s quite deliciously logical. All consciousness is basically a dream and we’re all connected, so hacking into the cosmic grid and fucking with the known parameters can absolutely have an effect on external reality. It’s like throwing cheat codes into a video game in a way, but a little stranger, because it’s like a video game character requesting that the people playing the game throw the cheat codes into the game from the inside. I think I could basically sum up the occult in a simple metaphor. Imagine a marionette. That’s you. Imagine the strings, that’s the connective tissue of the universe (what Christians call the Holy Spirit).

Who’s pulling the strings, well that’s the real question we’re trying to get at with all of this, isn’t it? Tough to wrap your head around? Yeah, basically impossible when you grow up in westernized society, but try we must. It should be noted that when lost in a dream, it’s almost impossible to properly contemplate your waking existence. Most of the time a vague memory is the best you can conjure and none of it ever adds up.

Now, they’ve told me this stuff over and over, which again makes good sense. If you were say, an eternal being that existed outside the human time stream, how would you get through to those tiny insects ensnared by its grasp? You’d probably talk at one constant rhythm, at one constant pitch, over and over so it’d sink into their preternaturally dense little heads. This kept coming through repeatedly in the hypnagogic state for an entire week in December. But there was a slight tweak this go-round which differentiated it from similar, prior transmissions—an implication to me that it was intended for those of the more scientifically minded ilk. It might not seem this way, but due to the imaginal nature of our shared illusion, anything is possible. There are solutions to any potential mathematical or scientific quandary you might ever encounter. Got that? Cool, time to move on.

Lesson plan number 2: All time is happening at once.

Huh? When I accidentally summoned my Holy Guardian Angel back in 2010 (I’m sure you’ll hear about this more in future posts), it projected a vision into my spirit telepathically about the nature of time. These 5th dimensional beings exist outside of it. In the vision, I was shown how my Holy Guardian Bad Self (whatever the fuck I am) lives outside of all human reality, which sort of looked like a glowing white planet from its perspective, a singular entity (we’re all one, dude). Mind-bending, but not too hard to come to terms with. It just contradicts everything we’re taught to understand about reality. It’s why when anyone tells me we’re being occupied by aliens, I just kind of laugh. Yeah, not from outer space kids, from OUTSIDE OF TIME. Totally different shit.

They’ve told me this stuff before, but this time they were analyzing the singular white planet looking entity selectively with a particular message. It’s all happening at once. So whereas to us, time feels linear and things seem to happen sequentially, one after another, that’s not the way it looks through their eyes at all. It looks like one thing, one entity comprised from all of us. To them, we’re a developing child. Our right arm is the past and our left arm is the future.

It’s all going on simultaneously. In The Invisibles (based on experiences just such as these) UFO’s were referred to as “white blood cells” and maybe that’s not a terrible metaphor. They’re hovering around us, fucking with our DNA, re-programming our spiritual infrastructure as a means of fighting a cosmic virus which threatens the collective health of the time stream. They can do anything. When things are about to go wrong, they fix it. How is this possible? Refer to lesson plan number 1. You think I truly get it? Riiiiiiiiight. Which brings me to another thing they told me a while back. “We know this is basically impossible for you to understand, but we reward everyone who tries.” Got that true believers? It’s what I/they wanted me/them to tell you/me. Transdimenional psychology 101.