Sovereignty pituitary glands

From a vision perspective the March 11th 2011, 9.0 Japanese earth quake will ultimately prove to be one of those tipping points in our history. The solutions lie in reclaiming our personal sovereignty and creating an equitable world congruent with our inherent purpose and design.

We all have a brain with some very interesting chemicals and most of us do not know how to use the brain or access the chemicals in our brain. A fundamental question for each of us is what is going on with your pituitary gland today? For when we have mastery over our pituitary gland, the rest takes care of itself. With enough pituitary secretions, we can brain map shift from the alpha to the delta brain state, increasing brain bandwidth from 2000 bytes/sec to 4 billion bytes/sec.

Problems seemingly insurmountable at 2000 bytes/sec, become child's play at the higher brain bandwidth. The normal reaction to the notion of kicking it up to the higher bandwidths is that this will entail a great effort, WRONG, what could be more natural than using the brain as it was designed to be used vs the dysfunction of what we are doing with it now.

Like a duck takes to water you can quite easily kick up your consciousness bandwidth by reactivating your atrophied but golden pituitary and pineal (DMT) glands. Anyone who has hit a DMT pipe will tell you that your brain is capable of processing 10,000 years of intense emotional experiential, binary, visuals, hieroglyphic uploads in ten frickin minutes. I went from being, a not so Civil Engineer, to a gold making Alchemist in two years. For Christ sake folks, kick it up!

The instructions on rejuvenating your golden glands are here:

To see an Alchemist at work in his lab making real gold in a kitchen microwave oven go to:

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Small g Gods and how we deal with them

As a technology savvy builder and constructor with a hands on clear view of the limits of physics, I became a Truther after watching WTC Building 7 come down at free fall speed on 911, 2001. WTC 7 was the unravelling thread that brought down this game of lies and deception. 

The Truth movement’s basic flaw is to rail against a particular symptom while ignoring the identity of the real foe, to waste battle against one of its minion agents rather than against the real enemy of humanity explaining why Rense and Inforwars are irrelavent to the PTB and are tollerated. The Truther journey has taken me to the Roswell case, mass alien abductions, JFK, RFK, MLK assassinations, TWA 800, Waco, Ruby Ridge, Oklahoma Bombing, Operation Gladio, CFR North Woods Plan, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, democrats vs republicans Joos vs Muslims, Banksters vs regular folks, Gates and his hypodermic eugenics, Monster Monsanto, Chemtrails, GMO’s, Georgia Guide Stones Agenda 21 down to the not so smart meters and it all comes back to me, staring myself in the cosmic mirror.

Where does this agenda driven connected history take us? Is there a way to fight the incomprehensible and what does that fight look like? The bottom line as Truthers is if we don’t wake up and smell the coffee, yours will be served in a Halliburton camp line up, while wondering if your separated children are ok. 

Smelling the coffee entails using your brain and god given bandwidth consciousness talents, not as we were taught on the way to your MBA, but like our ancestors who used super states of consciousness and a functioning relationship with reality (which so far has eluded us), ancestors who left us the brain-wrenching enigmatic stone-megaliths wake up reminder, which we do not have the ability to replicate today. The difference between us and the ancients and their super states of consciousness is the DMT God molecule (see Rick Strassman and Terrance McKenna). Anyone who has lit a DMT pipe will tell you our human brains are capable of processing 10,000 years of intense experiential inputs in only ten frikin’ minutes. 

No, we do not have to go find a drug dealer to get a hit of DMT; we have our own onboard supply latent in our atrophied brain glands. The golden brain glands (pituitary and pineal) can be quickly rejuvenated and there is a simple technique that you can easily learn (natural and like a duck taking to water) to achieve these glandular secretions and super states of consciousness. Do not think for a minute this is a difficult task or one out of your reach…. How hard was it for you to learn how to pass gas? The body innately knows how to do this and it’s like breathing. Each glandular secretion you achieve with the pituitary gland, promotes an even larger does of brain chemicals on your next effort. You will get to a point where you do not need to effort any more and the secretions will be going on all day for you.

The minion elites serve so called gods with access to the high bandwidth golden brain chemicals and the only way to deal with them is to rise to their level and beyond. The logic rationale these entities have for de-populating this beautiful planet is that, “if they are not using their brains, we can treat them as if they are creatures without brains.” 

The NWO Perps behind the litany of carnage listed above did not come up with this nefarious agenda but willingly carrying it out for the “small g” gods. The small g gods are the same bastards described in the Sumerian texts; they designed our royal flush DNA, they have been here all along and are now coming back en-mass and are competing for the earth’s resources which includes your DNA.   

To control us, the church and state kept this esoteric knowledge from us, leaving us crippled in a consciousness lobotomy and without the personal resources needed to be cosmic participants in the game called life. The transcendent key was here all along. The Caduceus symbol, worn by the nurses and EMTs is the transcendence schematic telling us how to secrete the golden brain glands and kick up the brain bandwidths to get into the game called life. 

The Caduceus shaft is your fluid filled spinal column; the snakes are your body muscular structure used to push the fluid up into the pituitary gland (disk), the wings are when we take flight from the normal state of consciousness to super states of consciousness. This technique is easy to do for anyone, easier every time you do so and after a while when the golden brain glands are rejuvenated, they will basically go on autopilot secretions as you go about your day as long as you are active.


  1. Fukushima, Passamari, Spring

    Bow-legged two-legged, leaning on his hoe
    peers for garlic, late, beneath the plum.
    Shirt cuffs splay like stalling wings in wind.
    He veers a stretch of sky between limbs
    and bed, tallying spears as if a golden
    gauging hares. Planes his friends insist
    don't spray poison for many good reasons
    and returning geese persist against
    the pelt of fronts. A neighbor's tom
    deserves his adulation. Clouds decay
    to cumulus and haze when no fields burn.
    A fat mouse dies without a kick in yellow grass.
    Orach cotyledons pool in paths like blood.

    Early spinach vernal under hog fence hoops
    and plastic from the dump needs safe water
    from the county's deepest well. Still, rain
    threatens, at a hundred counts per minute,
    not him so much but kids who play next door.
    When did the world's backup generators seize?
    The missing witness, shoeless on the tape,
    muttering, stumbled- on by mistake
    in a landfill heap. And this newest war,
    when were there debates? He leans on stone
    to sort intrusive roots from wanted stock.
    One wind whips the town's flags all directions.

    Doves weight air a gray he shoulders
    like a bar. Admitting defeat so late and far
    from sanctuary waves, snow geese argue
    security measures all the way to straw. Truth
    is north and hurts worse faced head on.
    Land a million peasants hoed subsides
    while dying aspens turn a silver he can't save
    and nations crash in gardens like the sea.
    Aerosol merges white in ionized sky
    when sun unwinds in tongues that peel his ears.
    Teetering worlds lose bearings like bickering geese.
    He takes the dog whose eyes yearn for a walk.
    She shows him when you turn you're halfway home.

  2. That's quite a pen you wield Rockpicker.