Power Magnet

When I think of god and the divine I tend to think about my own path. When I think of how much adversity I have had in my life, I also think about how fortunate I am to be alive.

To be a suicide survivor is a massive thing to think about, because I almost left the planet prematurely.

The disabilities I face are pretty stressful at times, but they are a rarity for now. Being a suicide survivor nobody really wants to talk about nor face that part in your life.

I have extreme shaking in my hands sometimes, and most people have ‘their thing’ but when I look at a server serving a nice brunch and they have no problems handing me the plate I tend to be envious.

Envious because they have what I have not. Dexterity.

When my hands shake, I can think of nothing else but my future, I also have serious nerve damage in my wrists, along with scars and dexterity issues. I wonder whether it will get worse, at times I almost feel what somebody with parkinson’s disease has. And when your disability involves something so close to a person such as their hands, their livelihood, it strikes home to me.

I feel fortunate that my attempt on my life wasn’t successful, It was Very serious however I was flown back to the country and had to go right into a code red unit in a childrens hospital.

Part of me wonders – why me, why so young, why so deep, why so serious, why didn’t I leave, why am I so lucky.

Then I think of my other disability, that involves the mind, my mental illness, and when your disabilities include the mind and hands it does strike home.

You tend to grasp suffering in all conceptualization. You tend to be compassionate towards others, you tend to feel lucky in life, and you tend to do not what everyone else is doing.

I feel almost like I have invisible illnesses

90% of the time I am okay but I realize now, I will never, count that, NEVER have a working life.

Perhaps something on my own terms like my books or whatever

But for these things that people take for granted I also feel very fortunate to be living and breathing this very moment and how fortunate I feel to share my suffering and my life with you my readers, disciples and friends.

Get well soon Paris Jackson

-        Shaun A. Delage

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Dimensional travel update ;)

I wanted to write my insane dimensional travels here on digital form, since i mass record my travels then type them out - I used to include them in each post but got many emails saying people believe i am delusional =delugeinal lol delageinal
 I believe wholeheartedly that what I experience is not simple hypothetical situations like the common mortal but have essentially fried many receptors allowing me to see into the lower hell and astral dimensions

I ask my guide to show me the way and what I get is a nice surprise I get a baby mole, now these are cute and fattened animals almost looking like an ant eater or platypus

It took me first to a strange city and I came across a business where you pay eight dollars to go pee in a couture bathroom and it was owned by Chinese people well worth the money I mean but you just place your penis in a contraption like a carpeted marble slab in the wall …a ritzy washroom business

Then I went to the bar and a guy asked me if aliens have taken over and I said I guess and he said believe it they are every where

I was wandering around and was lost looking at the map and that didn’t really help so I was in a pretty seedy part of town so I kept wandering and was quite the experience these strange cities, I love adventure and to travel hahaha

Next the cute fuzzy mole took me to a bunch of a huge shipping containers in the furest that were propped up by bars and stanchions, there was a war on between people and they were forced to live in homes that were shipping containers and they were stationary on tracks and elevated on the sky I was in awe lol

Then I went to a casino with many slot machines, and it was in a bigger mall and it was huge and I had gone away exploring from my minders the slot machines were in the food court and I was betting on a two penny one and you could bet like five thousand quarters and I was playing some dollar ones etc

I walked into the restaurant and there was gelatins and alien legs and insect legs and I looked at it and was like ew sick and so I went into a restaurant with more couture food hehe to get to the bonus round on some machines you had to bet ten dollars and I only had like eight Canadian loonies on me and I didn’t have enough so I just pumped out a bunch of quarters so I went and played with those in a two cent machine, it was funny to see the slot machines in the middle of a food court and not under the layers of security like in our dimension I love slots haha

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Then I went to the mall part and threw a water bottle at a girls head apparently it hurts to get a water bottle in the head the dream itself was pretty trippy wandering around this mall lol

Next I went to some cities and it was basically like a movie playing out about 50 scenes and I was involved and for example I would land in some spot and would just explore a house or a different scene in the dimension and just countless malls and houses and places and people I was visiting mostly navigating people and there was some great sex haha wow with bodybuilders yum some crazy scenes I basically followed a twink around (a hot guy) the movie was a parady on real life and it all came together to form this dimensional travel show for example one show was this restaurant and he went in and ordered the food and he gets it and it is this paste and he is like yum and I am like ugh that is disgusting he scarfed it down and I declined and we continued travelling and we will go to a house and he broke in and we would look around haha or we would be downtown somewhere and we would be travelling by yachts and stuff and we would stop and relax and jack each other off

In ways I think it is far too complex for my mind to comprehend in totality just the amount of travelling and there were many scenes like fifty scenes which some involved forcible rape etc

Next the beautiful mole took me to travelling around in like a van in japan just asian faces everywhere and the dilapidated housing and just the apcalypse nature of communist asian society

I was trying to make it by older car and they were like oh yeah you can get there and I was crammed into this really old car and met this guy and had an orgasm too in the car which was pretty weird because all the people were watching me lol but was just travelling a very strange city and far off land and strange people I was meeting along the way it is hard to describe because it is so complex and vivid and real I just cant even fathom the lucidity like I am an actor in a movie and it is playing out just constantly switching vehicles etc

Intense sex magic and sex dream mystical astral sex which is beautiful and never straight oriented always with lovely looking men I am not complaining at all just some of their penis’s are pretty huge lol a lot to look at lol
this one scene I was in the middle of a warehouse like shared living there was pits of filth and I could recognize asian faces and I was trying to escape and this guy ended up showing me the way and I finally got into this blue van and did sex and dream magic and I begin to question my reality and question my reality and who I am and these travels make me question my entire existence that I am not simply some pawn in a pyramid scheme that I am a dimensional traveler that my dreams are not normal, that I can see into hell and astral worlds and not many are afforded this right because they have not partaken on decades long quests of spirituality and in a sense they do not have powerful occult blood like me but it is not that I have talked to family and they don’t really remember their dreams in vivid detail like I do

I seriously think I fried most of the receptors in my brain including psnapses from the sometimes 12 day long highs with no sleep or food and the sometimes up to a dozen drug cocktails I would consume at raves as a teen when my brain was still developing because I am almost thirty and have not aged a day since I was fifteen and even get a stray white hair here and there lol

Next the mole took me to a competition where a raver was matching a guy he was making fool of the owner and he was wanting to win there was this long drawn out drama and the guy made a mess of a teevee show or a rave or something too complex for me to understand and there was a production in a movie and the guy did his work to ruin the entire thing and they both had a sexual seductive love for each other and it turned into a total porn video far too weird for me to comprehend

Next I went to a health club it was setup near the emperess hotel it was a concrete little hut and it was across the street and there was a metal grate and you could sneak into the health club like a mason club they had soup on and hot tubs for daddies and stuff and I had the idea to look around and eat and chill out with some rich old kooks oh well lol they enjoyed my twink ass ahaha

Then I went to a group home setting and was sleeping in shelter and a lady said she was being abused by the people running it and making her doing things for money and I said you should fill out a police report and a human rights investigation the shelter itself was kinda cool but a strange way to spend the night

Next the fuzzy mole took me to a place with strong lucidity for over an hour in full control of my dream state and was in a huge run down artists flat with warehouse windows smoking weed with guys and they were in a bed and we just chilled and we had sex but I am not sure haha I guess it was fun they put out some weed and it was a bit wet so I micrwaved it and we rolled some more and I rolled a whole bunch and I told them I was off to go explore some more and I had full control and I had full comprehension for quite some hours and had full moter control and was my first lucidity experience in a long time where usually there is like a movie playing out but I was shocked to find I could control my actions and have some reasoning of time playing and I was there for like a whole day too was so fun those guys were hot chavs too

Next I went to on a foldable scooter roaming around and I had to arm myself because there was threats against me in the dream world and they were going to take me into pseudo protective custody for some reason and was with a bunch of cops and the guy said are you okay and I said well I don’t know if you guys are impersonating cops or whatever so I don’t really know what to believe at this point lol

Then the mole took me to a massive class in a school  and jumped into the water in my tuxedo and I got a bunch of lizards in my pants and it sucked there was bees too and I had to get them out of my pants which was embarrassing and I had to get them out of my pants because it was pretty grosss apparently I was not allowed to jump into the water because of all of the lizards in the pool oh well found out the hard way lol

Next I went to this expansive city and wandered througha rough edge of town and was going to pay my room rate and there was nowhere I could cash some Canadian bills and she said oh you can go to cheers for that and I was walking through this city and there was ruffians and chavs and I was going to cash my multicoloured bills to this bank and the city was amazing the police pulled up and I was worried because I had a bunch of weed on me, it was an American dimension but not America per se the police were not concerned with me even though I was dressed like a chav with skullcandy headphones on

Basically it was pretty crazy I had a ratty hotel room but the lady was really happy to see me and I was counting out my bills and they were the same colour as normal paper  I had a ton of these coloured bills from Canada and I was going to change them for the one tone bill and I passed through these people and this dad and kid were like standing there and a Chinese kid came up and said you want mo money I give you mo money and the kid gave him $5 and the Chinese boy gave him like a few fifty dollar bills and said I treat you vewy well and the dad was like do you have gold bullion and he started cashing out some money and the kid was like dad you cant buy that much the Chinese boy was like I treat you vewy well

Before that there was a crowd of people protesting and I was in a chauffeurs cap and I was with a  group of dimensional guides protesting the system

Some pretty insane travels

420 just clouds my mind man I am never smoking the herb again lol

-          Shaun A. Delage

feline look

Reality it seems is a self repeating ever presence

Mind you reality is fine for most people just people with anomalous nature tend to want to find a way out of this dimension and into one where they feel accepted, loved, cherished, and adored, rather than hatefuIly ritually abused

I am reminded daily of trauma usually in the form of my own suffering state but also those around me, the only thing I can really do at this point is offer an extension of my spirit

I noticed a shift in global energy drastically when pope john paul died and he was replaced with this evil nazi pope.

Being a person that sees things out of reality I tend to question reality every minute while most are so willing to have their life guided for them on behalf of their character by the luciferian consciousness

I mean I see it as a sort of haze these days that just encapsulates the earth and has a pervading energy that can see into multitudes of beings choices and actions at the same time

Best not to live in paranoia that the haze is following you though

I think at some point when somebody resists all form of evil they are protected by the higher consciousness

I believe in divinity and I believe there is a faculty of divine beings that are connected to each soul that asks for guidance.

I wonder how divinity could exist with a life of trauma and I only need to look at a small sleeping cat on my lap that has entered R.E.M. state or into the eyes of a beautiful horse

Or I only need to look at my own creativity for example

I actually believe I am a divine entity

This may seem ego maniacal but because of my suffering and I remember vividly trying to cut away at my tendon in my arm and I am reminded of the brutality of my own existence

This place or reality as you would like to call it has advanced levels of Satanism playing out all around

Plus many lives are travelling dimensions and using alien technologies and languages to alter the course of humanity and the trauma state

One only needs to look around deeply at the cast of characters running the show and you think to yourself , yes conspiracy exists, the trauma state exists, Satanism exists.

These rulers and presidents and queens and everything by their very nature are illusion

The funny philosophical notion I like to ponder is that in between advanced interdimensional travel these whackjobs actually have time for us on this planet

Considering her royal majesty and people like obama and Stephen harper have hundreds and thousands of earths/realities to manage, not just this one.  

Many people are unaware of suffering and are unaware of monarch slavery when it is the leading ideology on the planet

Technically everywhere I look out into the world is illusion

Those I relate too, time, wars, etc

It is not wrong to see yourself as a divine being, society makes us out to believe we are not worthy

I see the fact that most of the enlightened beings are leaving the planet and I am worried …in a way the world will be hungry for enlightened dialogue

Not many you relate too will even hunt out ascension

People have long ago given up and submitted to the structure in place

Mind you everyone needs to feed themselves and everything but its just when slavery becomes you, what are you really

Really essentially what it all comes down to is that enlightenment rests in creativity and realizing you are different than the rest

Essentially divinity lays with intelligence, happiness, love, compassion, and gentleness

The issue we have here is that there are people with the above qualities co existing with people that are above the law and can commit any crime on the planet and get away with it, simply because their jurisdiction supercedes all maritime law.

So in my travels I have figured out that I am a divine entity and not an illustrious position to hold god no, no wealth or anything like golden chariots or thrones

Part of living a divine life is going through untold amounts of suffering like poverty and trauma before you can successfully guide others to an enlightened state or at least connect them with their ancient purpose or for example, program them the right way for a change

Passing by a native reserve and being like ¼ native I began to understand how much of my life is a mystery. I believe I hold the code to remind people of the trauma state and the genocide that is occurring against the native population

Not many people you meet online can verify that they have had sex with the person that created Nunavut lol

Nor can they say they been with a vice president of a bank

Nor can they say they tried to cut into their tendon

Many people don’t go that far to discover their inherent humanity and unlock the doors that keep us chained.

So call me a native warrior resisting the illegal occupation of a dimensional queen

I am not anarchist

I am a realist

I live in a world out of touch with reality

I used to think enlightenment rests with isolation but now I am pondering that it rests with the divine energy placing you into your next lesson

Please understand the gift of your creation, and have the courage to go into uncharted waters.

Not saying go into traumatic events god no

But at least have the courage to think like an aries

The ones that get so hopelessly injured trying to bring the truth to kindred souls

-          Shaun A. Delage

Devious strike

 

Wow what an extensive few days emotionally

DeviantART has proved to be very stressfull on me

I don’t think I have the ability to take constructive criticism on my art

See when an artist completes a piece it is usually done.
but not only that deviantART community do not offer any level of constructive criticism only hatred and envy for truly talented artists

I almost have to remind people that because I am simply a graphic artist I am seen as somebody that steals images and sells them when that is not the case.

I take public domain pictures and jazz them up with two equations to avoid lawsuits

Either change the graphic more than thirty percent or only use ten percent of the original image

Just dealing with the Nazis on the deviantART site has made me realize that not a lot of people like my art. Then they proceeded to mock my anthem art which I did a showing of it a few posts ago calling it not art etc or simply too simple to be considered art
Then one asked why I dont draw or paint and I was honest that I had self inflicted injuries and a disability which makes manual dexterity a  bit tough

I feel like shaking the snobbish photoshop japanime gurus on that site and telling them what a true artist is. And I tried to relay that I am an inventor of an entirely new art movement and leader of the pseudo Church of Techno lolz
but they are not critiques per se but a venue for sadistic neuro linguistic programming that rivals the captcha code illusion with posts containing links and pics and containing satanic neuro linguistic programming via "bots" I just wonder how many suicides have been attributed to this mob

They told me that the way I carry myself is an issue on the site denoting too much self importance

I felt like I was in a concentration camp for artists. Complete greys blacks and ridicule when art should be open and expressive and spontaneous including performance art but spectrum
I see myself as divine yes, but not a godhead...just tapped into universal conciousness (this is where each human should rest)
is just society instils the belief that humans are filthy rapists and murderers

It seems that I am being maliciously attacked because the images do not belong to me

I respectfully tell them that it is up to the original copyright holder to stake a claim and then when they see the image has been doctored beyond belief they would think twice and plus collage is an art form

I think what it comes down to is

#1 it is gay art.

#2 Society is not willing to portray men as objects of beauty

#3 The other artists cannot even begin to conceptualize how my art is done. So they simply attack me and attack my skills in photoshop when I don’t even use photoshop

I have cancelled my account and will not reinstate it. Good riddance deviantART nazis The critique feature almost had me relapsed and in the hospital – something nobody should pay $29 for lol

I really enjoy my art mind

I enjoy my creativity and nobody is going to stop me from showing my art to the world.

-        Shaun A. Delage

trust is earned ;)