19. Ghost-Hunters and Scammer-Hunters

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Part 19. Ghost-Hunters and Scammer-Hunters

February 11, 2013

Today is the Chinese New Year — and the Buddhist one as well. It’s two in the morning and I still can’t fall asleep. My mind is tense. I decided to check what my K. Friends and Brothers are so busy with. And I saw a scene like Ghostbusters or Star Wars. I feel a war happening on the subtle plane. Even here I don’t feel at peace. But really, why should it be peaceful here? Negative forces would be happy to attack my little Paradise — a delicious piece for them. And even though I’m in the zone of Light, that actually makes me an appealing target for the so-called “containment forces,” as the Dark ones are now referred to.

It wasn’t for nothing that I had a premonition of losing friends. I really have lost them — they simply stopped being my friends. But my K. Friends were even more anxious about it. I have never buried anyone in my life, yet I’ve lost many friends. Some even betrayed me. And that kind of loss is, perhaps, even harder — a person doesn’t remain even in a warm memory. You don’t want to remember them at all. Maybe that’s for the best, fewer attachments and dependencies…

I feel something is coming.

— Alright, enough funeral talk. “Let the dead bury the dead.” And we will build the New World. Whoever is not with us — see you in the next incarnation.
— Argon, is that you? You appeared out of nowhere!
— Stop crying, you’ve already flooded the whole ashram. Some leave — others arrive. Expect new guests, new Friends.
— New ones? That I like! I always love something new.
(My mood brightened immediately, with Argon you never get bored; a joker through and through.)
— So, tired of fighting ghosts? Decided to take a break?
— Oh, don’t even start! Those larvae and little vampire-demoness creatures — once they latch onto someone, you can’t shake them off. Sometimes I have to work like a sewer-cleaner, like those ghostbusters — neutralize them in a disposal chamber and get free energy in return. Like your waste-processing plants. Soon we’ll cleanse your astral plane entirely, and instead of fear and aggression, Love and joy will fill the air. Earth will turn from Hell into Paradise.
— Wonderful! Though, Argon, I don’t envy your job. Nibiru also specializes in neutralization, like our SCR.
— We know. Our Brothers work there too.
— What, you’ve infiltrated there as well?
— Without our Brothers your corruption would still flourish. But now it will soon be ordered to die out.
— Ordered by whom?
— By honest people. The rule of the Black Hierarchy is over; the Golden Age begins — the New Era of the Hierarchy of Light. Those who resist may leave Earth, other planets will welcome them warmly.
— Oh, our saviors! And I was wondering where they found so many honest, independent investigators who aren’t afraid of the “big shots” and can dig up even “the devil with incense.”
— The devil with stolen money, you mean.
— Ah — that’s why you were telling me about scammers. So you intend to outsmart them?
— Yes. It’s quite the game — Guess Whom I Fooled Today. For every hacker there’s another hacker. Soon our Brothers will learn from your scammers and will foresee every scheme in advance (after all, they can read any thought) and develop “antivirus” programs — rather, anti-fraud traps. Actually, traps are even better. Decide to trick someone — snap, and you’re caught. A thief must be taken by the hand. We’ll be setting traps — and for the kingpins, bear-traps.
— Exactly — Ghostbusters and Scam-Hunters. And the funniest thing — everyone is silent, everything done quietly.
— Well of course — intelligence must be secret. Otherwise it’s not intelligence, but auditors or paparazzi. Once we catch most scammers in our nets, then everything can be made public.
— I can already imagine what an exciting detective series your Brothers are watching through the Galactic Internet — a super reality-show. By the time they show it on our TV, years will pass. All operations are secret. Maybe they’ll make a TV-series about the SCR someday, I’m tired of cop dramas.
— You’re right — a reality-show about the SCR would outdo X-Files. But even in the Galactic Internet, access to classified files is restricted.
— You all live quite a life, Argon! And our TV isn’t even worth turning on — zombie-box.
— That’s true, your TV cooks people’s brains well. In Russia almost all media are funded by the U.S. State Department. But we’ll get to them soon. Foreign agents have no place in Russia.
— Great! Then massive brain-washing will finally begin. Many minds are full of garbage — cockroaches everywhere.
— Don’t worry — we’ll deal with the cockroaches too. Clean everything — minds, computers, and the Internet. We don’t need a Galactic Internet with viruses or trolls.
— Oh goodness! So you’re also cockroach-hunters (in people’s heads), and virus-hunters, and troll-hunters (online).
— Yes, we are universal hunters. We love hunting — anything that moves, in the information field or in the invisible worlds. We hunt pests, everything harmful to the human Spirit.
— Oh Argon, how I love you! Only you can cheer me up like this. You made me want to live in 3D again. You charged me with optimism. You can make candy out of any… well, you know — a true sewer-worker.
— Thank you! I’ll add that to my collection of Russian aphorisms.
— Always welcome. Come again, we’ll be glad.
— With pleasure! I like resting here.
— Of course, no cockroaches here, no trolls either. Ghosts and thieves avoid my ashram by 3 km. Nothing to hunt. Even cats have caught all the mice, now they chase frogs and birds. They’re your brothers in the hunt.
— Yes, they are our little brothers from the planet of cats. We understand them easily. Through them we often watch people and send signs. We are all Brothers — particles of God.
— Well then, Brother, see you this evening. Don’t be late!
— I’ll try, dear Sister.

February 11, 2013

Today is the Buddhist New Year of the White Moon. The night before it, people pray and cleanse themselves. This holiday symbolizes Love for Earth and her sacredness. That I understand — truly our holiday! The President congratulated all Buddhists — there are about two million in Russia. Perhaps he studied Buddhism, since he practices Eastern martial arts. In Japan, Neo-Buddhism is widespread — its goal is self-knowledge.


I decided to reach out to my Friends. Rainbow hasn’t visited for a while. I remembered how we met, how I felt him settle in my home. And a thought came: truly, people interfere with my connection to my Brothers. Maybe it is good that friends drift away? Perhaps my Brothers, Teachers are intentionally shielding me from people so I can write my book in the New energies peacefully. To receive undistorted information  or create anything sacred. one must be alone with God. Even telepathic communication with Higher Beings requires solitude. Ideally, so no one thinks about you on any subtle level, distracting you.

Maybe I don’t need attachments.

I thought of Rainbow M. again and felt his presence, as if the closest being in the world was near me. Like my other half, my beloved Brother. We’ve known each other so long — through past lives. With him words are unnecessary, only presence. With him comes peace, comfort, Harmony. All worries dissolve.

— Oh how I love you, my Rainbow! How good I feel with you! No thoughts needed — like being in wild nature on a warm day. Just joy because you are near — like the closest earthly loved one. Rainbow, you are my Earthly Brother, while the others are Cosmic Brothers. You bring me into Earthly Paradise, they lift me into Cosmic Paradise. Two Paradises: on Earth and in Heaven! You travel through the Universe, bathe in nirvana, wander the Galactic Internet, laugh with Argon, listen to Alton’s cosmic music, stroll the Heavenly Office of Archangel Michael, and then return Home, to Earthly Eden, to Rainbow and Mother Gaia, — to rest, reflect peacefully, or not think at all. Just Peace and Eternity.

Who would have thought I’d find Peace and Eternity not only in Heavens, but here on Earth, in the Garden of Paradise with Rainbow and Gaia! Hard to grasp — most people turned the material world into hell and flee to virtual internet, yet find no peace, only boredom.

How quickly my state and worldview change! As if jumping between parallel worlds. What is real? If peace means indifference — that’s a walking corpse. But when Peace is Happiness, Harmony, gentle bliss — that is the Adept, the Initiate, the Saint. Periods of Peace are necessary for the Breath of Life, when Active co-creation alternates with passive Contemplation, the Great Emptiness and Purity of Divine Eternity.

Rainbow — you are my earthly happiness, my earthly Paradise.

Suddenly I felt a strong flow of cosmic energy. Argon appeared:

— Mind if we rest for a while in your Earthly Paradise?
— Of course, Argon! My beloved Cosmic Brother — welcome always.
— You have an energy Oasis here — a resort for Cosmic Brothers. Once we launch the Natural Generator at full power, there will be a queue, though in parallel worlds many can fit.

— So, how’s your hunt — ghosts, scammers, viruses, cockroaches? Many trophies? I almost poisoned myself with milk today — it smelled like detergent.
— Of course they’re hunting you, poor demons. You’re a delicacy for them. They hunt you, we hunt them. They can’t be destroyed — immortal. Only isolated or deported back to the demon-planet, or sent on cosmic missions for karmic lessons. Let them torment the hardened fraudsters instead. You be careful — or we’ll have to assign you permanent guards, and you’ll lose some freedom.
— I’ll be careful.

I felt myself fading — drifting to another parallel world.

February 13, 2013

There was a program about the brain today — trillions of neurons, quadrillions of synapses. I remembered how in Leningrad in my youth I worked on scientific modeling of brain information systems. If only I could have lived in Leningrad permanently, I might have made discoveries… But I don’t regret leaving material science for esotericism. I only regret that my knowledge and abilities are of no use to anyone.

The radio said: “If an artist cannot work as an artist, he either goes mad or ends his life.” I went through that — dying and being reborn more than once. In the past, when God and all Teachers and friends left me, I was utterly alone — without work, without money. But now, when everyone leaves, I no longer feel empty, I feel like a Co-Creator. The Creator cannot truly leave me — I am His cell. Only if He amputates me like a finger, ending my physical life. If I live, God lives in me.

Besides the Creator Brahma, there is Shiva — the Destroyer. He awakens in me when all Divine entities withdraw. Then I want to destroy everything hindering Spirit. The Divine Wrath awakens. But when I observe calmly with Divine detachment, I see these feelings are not mine personally — I play a role: provocateur and examiner. Instead of recognizing their errors, people get offended and angry, provoking more irritation, more Divine Wrath. People refuse to see their flaws and continue suffering. What to do with egotists? Only knock on their heads, or stop interacting to avoid wasting energy.

Maybe through me space is being cleansed?

The Initiate must wield the force of destruction — to remove obsolete forms. Any form, having fulfilled its purpose, must be dismantled, or it blocks growth. Destruction must not be suppressed, otherwise it explodes inward. It must be transformed into purification. A sculptor takes stone and cuts away all unnecessary — destruction that yields a masterpiece. A Creator must both build and sever what no longer serves.

Then I understood why I was in Shiva-state. When I radiated Light and Love, people simply basked in it like addicts, but did not change. Still egotists. When misfortune happened to me and I asked for help, few answered. So now my task is cleansing people’s consciousness from egoism — brain-washing in the good sense. I too will become a hunter like my K. Friends, I will hunt human errors, mental cockroaches. War has been declared! In my head they already fled, though in my youth there were plenty.

Argon appeared again:

— Excellent! We’ll wash minds together. You’ll make a good fighter, a real hunter.
— One becomes like those one walks with — you infected me with hunting.
— Better that than computer games.
— True, hunting living cockroaches is far more fun. And your hunt, how long will it last?
— What’s the rush? One must savor pleasure. If it’s checkmate at once, boring. A good hunt requires play — like a cat with a mouse. Scammers are cunning, but we are more cunning. We set traps — real HUNTING.
— On the radio lately — one caught red-handed, another too. Anti-fraud fighting fraud. Like counter-intelligence?
— Exactly. And many Initiates work there. Here is the true war between White and Black Lodges.
— Time to go international then.
— We will. When we catch all domestic thieves, then foreigners are next.
— I heard they’re passing a law forbidding officials from having money and assets abroad. But first they must find them.
— Many are already found. Waiting to see if they bring funds back. Then Russia will have grounds to check foreign banks and assets.
— You’ve launched a global war on scammers and thieves!
— A thief is a thief even in Africa.
— Imagine that reality-show in Intergal!
— Oh you can’t imagine — rating #1. Better than CIA, FBI, FSB, GRU combined. We can read minds — they don’t know. But we still need evidence for trial — hence traps. They have demon-helpers too. They read thoughts as well. So warfare here is mental — we must mislead them with false ideas. Sometimes even lie. In intelligence, truth is not always a virtue. In info-war, everything is complicated.
— Your games are fascinating.
— Indeed. Only on Earth can such a show be watched in Ingal (Galactic Internet). When Light wins and demons leave, this game ends. Then another begins — not for money, but for human souls. Even more interesting. It has already begun, but in limited form.
— Well, hunter, good luck to you!
— And to you, good luck!