What exactly is “&” (A.N.D.), Autonomous Neural Dilation? Just some sort of mumbo jumbo I made up. The phrase materialized in my head before I ever researched what it might mean. It’s another effortless discovery I decided to chase down for a bit. Firstly, I’ll be the first to admit that it spawned within my imagination. Next, I aligned it with my intuition. Then I carefully unearthed the root words discovering their intentional truths. Quite simply, it’s the self-governing, deeply focused meditative state we exhibit when we’re laser-focused “in the zone.” This translates as the most polar opposite of the daily distractions meant to dumb us all down into checked out zombie phantom states drowning in frenetic anxiety.
Another symptom for another pill. Yet one more form of keeping us submissive, ignorant, and most of all, quiet. Always asleep allowing the dark forces full sway of public opinion’s falsehoods. This quieting of the mind appears at first as the solution, a powerful elixir, but in reality it’s just a placebo. A false sense of security caught in the midst of the true zombie apocalypse. A society built upon the long dead caste system where we’re just battered bricks holding up a swaying tower of Pisa. A weakened, crumbling foundation off-kilter. Belief that their mortar keeps us connected when in reality it only supports the control system itself. They keep watchful eyes on us until someone rocks the boat, off-kilter.
When the rotting mortar cracks, the cycle rapidly repeats until we’re back under its spell. Spelling remains to this day, and we’re fully unaware of its direct relation to our submissive gaze. It was cast down upon us and throughout our withering family trees. We’re plainly taught and reinforced by our parents, teachers, and peers that none of us will remember our childhood. This concept cannot be further from the truth. Truth be told, I remember everything going all the way back to the rhythmic cosmic comforts I experienced for eight months before my premature arrival. I’ve asked my parents many times about these particular memories. They gently remind me that I already know.
Usually they just brush it off and tell me it’s a shadow, an echo of something I’ve already experienced but forgot all about. Yet I know things. Know them in the innate sense. These sensitivities gently poke at and haunt my consciousness, while both asleep and awake. I am blessed with a deeply imaginative mind. If I intentionally tie a feeling or emotion to an event or happening I will remember every detail, even the ones everyone else within my vicinity ignores completely. I’ve been navigating these microcosms of my own Akashic Records since I began writing stories when I was six years old aptly titled “Stories That Come Alive.” A living narrative understanding everything is consciously aware.
There are no greater falsehoods than mankind’s beliefs that they’re the self-endowed pinnacle of the food chain and have full dominion over every creature. These illusions are providing delusional comforts for their own selfish, greedy, gluttonous intentions. When the power grid fails, all of our bubbles will immediately burst simultaneously. I realized I needed to prepare for what’s coming. Time for a reimagining of my life. When I turned fifty, four years ago, I knew it was time to do something different. It was time to question everything and settle for nothing. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and reached an aha moment. I gave myself a wink and a brief smirk. My time had finally come.
Time for my own second coming. Heck, it’s even in my name. So what did I realize that shook myself to the core? Where to begin? So I asked myself what gave me the most joy when I was a child. I was a collector, an artist, a detective, magician and card trick dealer, a puzzle and gravity breaker, a creative writer, a math lover, patterns and numbers seer, dream believer, and riddles solver. There were the answers. Simple. Powerful. I’ve unlocked the treasures hidden within my own historical frameworks written all over my DNA in every language across all of the primary, secondary, and tertiary pantheons. Humans are now the most spiritually bankrupt beings living in this earthbound plane. Not always so.
Human’s delusions of grandeur regarding religion is downright criminal. Active. Deceitful. Control. You see, I’ve known my own creator since before I arrived. My inner knowing has always been tuned into the divine spark within all of us. Don’t worry, it only takes a moment to reshape your vibrational frequencies to that of the angelic beings that so many people desperately hide from because they’re terrified what it might mean. Just imagine being so immersed in the control system that you cannot live without it. If and when the time comes when we all need to go back to basics like farming, hunting, and living off the land, I wouldn’t place any bets on mankind’s survival for long. We’ve got work to do.
We’d simply collapse the moment the power grid goes out. So it’s time to get back “in the zone” and get laser-focused on higher levels of consciousness. Take a moment to turn off all notifications and distractions. Allow your mind to take on a cognitive load of significant performance. Seek and discover your next aha moment. No wait, stop looking altogether. You might just surprise yourself. It’s in moments of deep focus where clarity shines the light and exposes truths hidden just below the surface of reality. Once you understand that it’s not about finding anything at all, your eyes will stop deceiving you. In this state you can trust them. Not physical eyes, inner knowing. Eyes of the soul.
