What you are and what you are becoming
Emilio receives two books from my past self
Tonight at dusk a young man waved at me through the window so I opened the front door to say we don’t accept solicitors but he said, I’m not soliciting, I’m here to talk about politics. I haven’t talked politics in what seems like a long time. And so we didn’t—I don’t do that anymore—but I did give him [S]elections in Minnesota (computers can run simulations) and The 2022 SOS Campaign (parties try to control their candidates) in exchange for his campaign materials.
I live in one of Minneapolis’s great up and coming neighborhoods (see Ten Days in Minneapolis for more about this incredible city). For evidence of this, at noon under the full sun I was standing outside, bare feet in the grass, playing the guitar while my wife spun my son around in the air and our neighbor did the same with her daughter.
If I told you who Emilio was door-knocking for, readers might be surprised how carefully the young man listened—he even pulled up my patio chair while I sat on the stoop—to my questions about whether we can audit our system and to my explanation in response to his query about the 700,000 ‘missing’ absentee ballots in 2020 (prompted by his reading of the back cover copy of one of the books), a partial result of Minnesota’s weak election laws which allow the statewide voter registration system’s ledger to be balanced after the election is already certified. This is the same SVRS that houses the so-called voter rolls (and voter histories) which the current Minnesota Secretary of State has decided not to give to the DOJ, at least for the time being, which has resulted in Minnesota being sued. (Not enough of us are imagining that Simon hand over the data yet.) If anyone hasn’t noticed, our current government is completely incapable, for the moment, of auditing itself, and reverts to self-preservation, leading to all kinds of weird outcomes that nevertheless serve the Universe’s purpose of discovering whether novelty can exist.
Before my conversation partner left, I looked him in the eye and said, Whatever you imagine with emotion-backed energy, and persist in imagining, will come true in the manifest reality. If many continue to imagine negatively, the laws of the universe will make it so. (But, when 90% of people imagine that those who want to control others—and act unethically in that pursuit—simply no longer being here, Universe or Supreme Consciousness or God, if you want, will make it so they are no longer here. You can actually start living that way right now, if you wish.)
This is, in part, what some of my current writing is about. But you can also find it in The Gospel of Thomas (Jesus’s sayings) and Neville Goddard (many books) or Thinking & Destiny (Percival) and many other books and teachers. It seems to be the quiet part of most religions, which all seem likely to change in coming years as more and more people realize this law and innate co-creative capability.
Also, tangential but related, watch for the release, which I will share, of a book whose author contacted me to be an early reader. It will help to explain some of the current state of things, in the details of technological distraction and mind control, but not only that, as he discovered much in a 7-year (and ongoing) ordeal. When tools are used against us we can form habits making us undisciplined in our thought. And if we are not disciplined in our thought, then the world that manifests will not be as it might have been were we more intently imagining it being, because whatever is planted with emotional intent in our subconscious must be borne out.
If our government is to survive—and I do not say that it is necessary for it to survive, at least not in its current form, because there are other ways of organizing—then one could do well to envision now, and every night, that small groups of people in voting precincts are counting votes manually, by hand, with the human eye, probably with livestream technology for everyone to comfortably view from home. Great levels of gratitude must be felt for those in the room, perhaps you are one of them, counting all the paper to tally various candidates totals. Maybe in the scene you construct you even sit side by side with someone at the current time you disagree with. You smile and say, Well, fancy that!, here we are, I’m grateful you’re here, and I’m here, and isn’t this fun?

