Slightly Psychic

Hey, what's up, cosmic seekers? If you're scrolling through Spotify on your commute or chilling with a late-night vibe, this episode is your wake-up call to the wild spiritual shift hitting us right now. We dive deep into Charlie Kirk's shocking death—yeah, that moment that had the world reeling—and how it's straight-up igniting Christ consciousness, that pure energy of love and truth that's breaking free from the shadows.

Forget the noise of Archons pulling strings through media chaos and endless division; Kirk's legacy is flipping the script, sparking a global awakening where love crushes hate, and we're all leveling up together. From candlelit vigils in Huntington Beach to rallies echoing "Christ is King" from Tokyo to London, this is the dawn of something huge. If you're Gen Z questioning the matrix or a millennial tired of the BS, hit play—it's time to embody the light and leave the dark behind. Who's ready to vibe higher? 🌟✨

(Note: I recorded this one week after Kirk's passing)

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WARNING:

Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality.

Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened.

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Join me on this meditative journey where the blackbird reveals Buddha's boundless wisdom, unveiling sublime truths in poetic shadows, in Wallace Stevens' Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, lifting the veil through D.T. Suzuki's Zen eyes.

Each stanza unfolds as a sublime koan, blending surreal imagery with insights on impermanence and perception.

*BONUS material will be available on my Patreon soon.

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In this episode, my AI voice replica recites poetry. I also collaborated with an AI powerhouse to reimagine Robert Frost's "Mending Wall." Together, we illuminate the boundaries between worlds.

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I was outside in the yard today fixing my bamboo fence, the same bamboo where I met Buddha.

The wind tears openings in the bamboo every once in a while. I patch these holes up using wire.

As I was doing this today, I started thinking of Robert Frost's poem 'Mending Wall."

I realized that my swaying bamboo barrier serves the same soul-purpose as Frost's stone wall—though mine bends with the wind rather than tumbling down. I started imagining how differently Frost might have written his poem if he was working with "flexible emerald sentinels instead of cold stones, and feeling somehow connected to an ancient human tradition of creating harmony through thoughtful separation."

I gave the AI a prompt that brought out more of my own perspective, how the idea of the poem is related to Buddhism. What it created is truly awesome. I made some edits to help evoke what i was envisioning. I made heavy edits on the second version.

So here's the first version. It's written more in the style of Robert Frost. It's called "Mending Bamboo."

Mending Bamboo

Something there is that doesn't love a fence,

That sends the wind to bend and crack the canes,

And spills the weathered culms across the path;

And makes gaps even deer can wander through.

The work of storms is another thing: I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stalk standing straight,

But they would have the laurel leaves exposed,

To sway and tremble bare.

The breaks I mean,

No one has seen them formed or heard them snap, But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I gather fallen bamboo from the ground; And on a day I work to mend the line

And set the fence around my garden once again.

I weave the stalks together as I go.

To each the bamboo that has grown too tall.

And some are flexible and some too stiff I have to bend them gently into place:

'Stay where you are until the binding holds!' I wear my fingers raw with bamboo splinters.

Oh, just another kind of meditation, Self to self.

It comes to something more: Here where it stands I truly need this fence: The bamboo shields the laurel from the world.

My laurel trees will flourish safe within And find their peace behind bamboo, I know. I often think, 'Good bamboo makes good shelter.'

Spring is the wisdom in me, and I ponder As I align each culm with careful hands:

Why does this barrier bring me such peace?

It's not just plants I'm guarding with my work. Before I built this fence I came to know

What I was guarding in my inner garden, And from what storms I sought to find relief.

Something there is that understands a shield,

That wants it strong. I could say 'Buddha' to myself,

But it's not doctrine exactly, and I'd rather

Feel it emerge from silence. I see myself here

Binding a cane secured firmly by the base

In steady hands, like an ancient sage at practice.

I move in stillness as it seems to me,

Not of avoidance but of mindful presence.

I will not hide behind dead metaphors,

And I like having understood it now so well I think again, 'This bamboo fence protects what's precious.'

Ok, so now we're done reading the first version of the poem. Here's version two, now with a fresh coat of paint. It's called

Emerald Sentinels

My fence of bamboo sways with the wind,

While stalks bow and break beneath the sun.

Through hidden gaps the deer slip in,

To feast on laurel leaves they've come.

I've arrived to mend what the wind has crushed,

Where once proud stalks stood straight and tall.

These breaches form without a sound, No crack or snap to mark their birth.

Yet when spring unfolds its vibrant green,

I find their passage through my earth.

I pick up stalks from where they fell;

And spend a day to fix the fence

I weave the stalks as I go. Each one gets the canes that grew on their side. Some bend like reeds and some stay stiff

I need to ease them into place: 'Stay put until the ties are set!' My hands get rough from sharp bamboo.

It's just a form of zen, you see,

No meaning,

no good, no bad.

No polarities…

But, why am I fixing this flexible emerald boundary, anyway?

To protect the laurel's leaves. Yes, of course.

However.

"Plants are non-dualistic," I think. And by helping them, I partake in the non-duality of mother nature.

Ahhh, me with my thoughts.

The bamboo means much more:

These stalks form a shield for the green plant.

My laurel grows safe in this space

And finds peace behind strong canes, I know. I think, 'Strong fence makes safe place.'

Why does this screen bring such deep peace?

Like Zen, it can't be put into words.

This thought I think.

Can't be described…

Only experienced.

I guard more than plants with this bamboo mending work.

Before I built this fence, I knew what parts of my soul I kept safe, and what harsh storms I allowed in.

Something knows the need for shields,

Wants them strong.

I could say 'Zen ways,' But it's more than that,

and I choose to let truth rise from the calm.

I get out of my head for a moment,

The wounds have been sealed with my patient hands,

Silent sentinels awakened.

We share this quiet awareness,

Two beings bending, not breaking.

In each mended crack, a story; In each healed stem, a teacher.

The fence remembers what it knows: To bend with storms yet hold its ground,

Just as I, the mender, learn to yield and strengthen all at once.

I brought my voice to life with AI and fed two quotes to another AI powerhouse. The result? Something you have to hear. Dive in and discover the magic of Vril!

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"At first, we think that the members of our family are separate from one another, but afterwarfds we see that they contain each other. You are the way you are because I am the way I am. We see the intimate connection between people, and we go beyond signs. We used to think that the universe contains millions of separate entities. Now we understand "the non-existence of signs."

-Thích Nhất Hạnh, pp 108, The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching: Transforming Suffering into Peace, Joy, and Liberation.

"What we call our "soul" is the sum of all world energies."

-Dr. Ernst Shertel, pp 62, Magic: History, Theory Practice.

Music by Mushroom Tears

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What would you do if you spotted an otherworldly orb hovering in the sky? On this week's episode, I share my mind-bending encounter with an off-world sphere unlike anything you've seen.

It was around 6am on Sunday, March 23, 2025.

It shimmered silently in the distance like a star, moving closer and closer—but when I zoomed in closer with my camera, the orb revealed its true nature. What appeared to be a strange, glowing presence transformed into vibrant, pulsating blue plasma, alive with energy and mystery.

But this wasn't just a chance sighting. Over time, I've learned to communicate with these interstellar visitors, not by broadcasting signals, but through telepathy. Yes, real, active telepathy. These beings exist beyond our physical senses, and by quieting the noise in our minds, we can open the door to direct communication. I'll walk you through what it's like to encounter consciousness from a place so far removed, yet so deeply familiar. Trust me, this is not science fiction; it's a very real, very personal skill.

And here's the best part—I'm not special. This ability to connect with higher intelligences isn't reserved for a chosen few. Anyone, including you, can learn to tune into the subtle frequencies of the universe. If you've ever been curious about the unknown, this episode will give you both the inspiration and tools to start your own interstellar conversations. Our cosmic neighbors are waiting, and the invitation is universal.

Source: The Extra-Dimensionals: True Tales And Concepts of Alien Visitors by John DeSouza. Audiobook

Video/Photos of Plasma

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Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality.

Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened.

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Imagine alien travelers marooned in ancient China, their advanced knowledge subtly influencing early teachings. Could their otherworldly insights have inspired key Buddhist themes like enlightenment, inter-being, impermanence and Nirvana?

Unlock the secrets of ancient enigmas and cosmic connections in this week's episode! From the resonant energy ripples that unify sacred sites like Tibet's revered Mount Kailash, the timeless Pyramid of Giza, and China's cryptic Great White Pyramid of Xi'an, we'll uncover the hidden harmonies linking these legendary landmarks.

Dive into the Dropa Stones, an extraterrestrial message in a bottle etched into eternity, and unravel the unsettling saga of an alien race stranded on Earth's mountainous frontier. Could these tales of shipwrecked civilizations hold clues to our cosmic origins?

And what about the worldwide wave of drone sightings—are they from China? Or maybe they're the watchers, the messengers, or something more?

Sources:

Intro Audio: Dr. Michael Salla, Rise of the Red Dragon.

The Chinese Roswell, by Hartwig Hausdorf.

Great White Pyramid of Xi'an, China - Historic Mysteries

The Great Pyramids: Ancient Energy Devices or Architectural Marvels? A Deep Dive into Resonant Energy Theory - Tesla telegraph

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The journey to Nirvana, or enlightenment, isn't about striving towards a distant goal, but embracing the present moment fully. The separation between "I" and the universe is an illusion. The dance of life is here and now. To truly "Be Nirvana Now," one must recognize that this moment, with all its imperfections and beauty, is already a manifestation of the eternal. The here and now is not something to escape from, but to immerse in completely.

To "Be Nirvana Now" is to tap into the infinite, to experience the interconnectedness of all things and the mystery of existence. It's about dissolving the ego, engaging with the vast unknown, and embracing the awe-inspiring experience of being. This process isn't confined to esoteric practices; it's available in every moment, a call to awaken to the deeper layers of reality.

Nirvana is not a distant place or time, but the very life we are living, accessible through mindful awareness.

So, "Be Nirvana Now" is an invitation to dissolve the illusion of separation, embrace the cosmic dance, and live with mindful presence and compassion. It's a celebration of the profound truth that Nirvana is here, now, in every breath and heartbeat.

Dedicated to all those affected by the fires in California🥺

Join me in a Buddha Om prayer for the people who are suffering and those who perished.

I believe psychic energy (miracles) can heal 🙏✨

References:

Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese Zen Master.

https://youtu.be/OMUoUx4PP34?si=zcSAxijZys4PcZpa

https://youtu.be/nTofm2SlQ7I?si=8gurrguZ9YuOL1pL

Drunvalo Melchizedek.

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WARNING:

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Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening read by Slightly Psychic.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Copyright Credit: Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.

Source: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America, 1995

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening

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The projections of consciousness on the concepts of life and death often brings into sharp focus the transient nature of our existence.

By contemplating our own mortality, we become acutely aware of the finite time we have, leading to a deeper appreciation of the present moment and the meaningful connections we forge. This awareness can foster a sense of urgency to live authentically and purposefully, transcending mundane concerns.

In a broader sense, it invites us to reflect on the continuity of life, where death is not an end but a transformation.

Loneliness is a tool for appreciating the peace of emptyness. A peace we can return to in our mind - even when life takes a turn and we're no longer lonely.