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06 09 07 Traehmlyn: An Nomadic Prophecy

June 09   2007

Since our initial postings concerning our visits from Traehmlyn we have indergone a number of changes here and Sara and I wanted to discuss them online like a conversation that you can witness.  This originally began as an idea I had to interview her, and her response was "what for?"  I couldn't answer!  But we have wanted to get everyone in on what we feel is coming, so without further ado:

SARA:  This is more like it, it concerns the present and future and doesn't center on me.

ROY:  I feel you're in a pivotal position here at the OC and just wanted to feel you out about all of that.  But I understand what you're saying.

SARA:  Yeah, I'm not a star or anything, I work here just like you.  But about this Traehmlyn thing, how much of it do you think will be affecting us, I mean all of us over the next few years?  Do you think it's completely environmentally centered?

ROY:  I think the environment will play some role in what comes but there are two things about that, one is, the more time passes the worse the environment will get and the other is, I think a number of people are just going to one day pull up their tent stakes, so to speak, and get moving.  I think the idea of a "home" is less relevant than it was even two years ago.

SARA:  Well, among you living folks it has always been overly much a preocuupation.  The universe is our home, not one small corner of it.  Plus the whole patriarchal idea of "my land" has colored so much of the world.  Look at what's going on in Palestine if you want an example.  They're using the Bible as a title deed to a patch of land where Arabic peoples have lived for centuries and they're murdering them wholesale.  Ethnic cleansig as endorsed by the so-called Word of God.

ROY:  I'm down with that, I doubt that particular deity has many words left to say beyond "oops!"  It's not going to end until the environmental factors become painfully obtrusive.

SARA:  You mean as in, "Can't fight today, the sunlight will burn our eyes out?"

ROY:  Somethin like that, yeah.  You see the solar radiation much more clearly than I do, right?

SARA:  Yeah.

ROY:  And it's stronger this year than it's ever been?

SARA:  I don't recall seeing it this heavy, no.  Good thing you work at night.  You think this is all related to that hole in the ozone layer?

ROY:  Yeah, it's getting bigger by the day and I think we've gotten to the point where people are going to be having a lot more skin cancer and eye problems.  Ultraviolet radiation will destroy eyesight if it's strong enough.  I think it's at a threshold for that.  I also don't think that climatologists and paleoclimatologists can tell us much either.  We're either in for a jungle world, a desert world or another ice age, but ice age doesn't feel right.  Neither does jungle  I sense a desert world is coming, even though the water levels are rising.

SARA:  Any hard data to back that up?  Logically it would seem we'd be due for a jungle or an ice-cap.

ROY:  Bees are dying off and it can't be explained, I mean billions of bees worldwide are turning up dead.  No bees, there goes the plant life and oxygen levels as we know them.  When I think "desert" in this context I'm thinking more of the Siberian tundra, which is a pretty bleak place.  The climate hasn't changed there very much for thousands of years.

SARA:  This must make for a pretty grim read.

ROY:  I suppose.  But it gives us time to get ready, to develop resources.  Telepathy, for one thing.

SARA: You know, I originally thought of the whole project in the same way as you, what a neat thing and we wouldn't need the Internet after a while.

ROY:  Oh, sure, there is that, it's still a cool idea.  But when powergrids go, there goes the Internet and telephones and most forms of media.  That one scene in one of the visions, with the kid with the laptop sticking out of his knapsack, that would be his life, so to speak, but not a means of communication.  His pictures and books, music and vids.  How do you talk to someone you know five hundred miles away, or even in the next town?  Smoke signals would be out in such a place.

SARA:  What will you do?

ROY:  Me?  Like if there's real trouble?  I'm kind of ready to go on the road now.  I wouldn't want to but if things fell apart to that extent I'm prepared pretty much.  I'm not particularly worried about survival, that has become a relative term.  And you know, in talking with Llam and Dioth, the information is there on all of our places online, we needn't do much except wait for people to come along and say, "How cool, I should get in touch!"  Long as we're here we can teach telepathy and assure people that they're not going crazy if they begin channeling or having spontaneous episodes of telepathy.

SARA:  You think that this is all tied in to the "translucence" phenomenon?

ROY:  Yeah.  For starters, people really are laughing more.  Not everyone, but enough so that it's noticable.  Anyone who has had a translucent experience will be much more able to deal with what may come.

SARA:  You have the righ emphasis there, I think - "what MAY come."  None of this is written in stone.

ROY:  Like everything else it's written in water upon the sand.

SARA:  I'm down with that!

March 29   2007

We got like RESPONSE to the Traehmlyn entry here and to the Update we sent out to our Members and Associates. And he came back as he promised and Ling and the ArtGroup got GOING on his picture, I just submitted the Dev a few minutes ago.

We got two kinds of responses, one from a few people who have had similar visions and the other response was about the year 2012. It is to this latter that I wish to address myself, because those who know about it can get nervous and a little fearful. Maybe a great deal fearful. But I did hash some of this out with a Member earlier today (who I am pretty sure wants to be anonymous, okay?) and wanna explain about where we differ from those who see it coming as an apocalypse. I mean apocalypse like Tool's Aenima.

If there were a nuclear war chances are good none of us would know about it, we'd all be in the unobstructed universe going WTF? Same with chem and bio war, it would be total and pretty damned quick. Anyone surviving a nuke scenario would likely not last long between the radiation and oft-forecast nuclear winter and other cool things the media likes to terrify you with. Now I may be completely off the chart here, but I don't think it's gonna happen. We've had nuclear weapons for like 62 years and there hasn't been a nuclear war. We've had chems and bios even longer and we're still here. We're a bunch of dumbasses as a race when it comes to building better and better weapons, but something has kept even the looniest of warriors from deploying them. Closest we came was in 1963 when John Kennedy, amped up on amphetamines, threatened to blow the Soviet Union off the map. Wisely, Soviet Premier Ninkita Khruschev listened to philosopher Bertrand Russell (Kennedy did not) and backed down from Kennedy's sabre-rattling; it cost him his career and we owe him our lives for that. You might think, "what if some terrorist group uses one?" The only terrorists who might use them are called Americans, but specifically the ones who support Bush and live in Dumbfuckistan. But even they understand that a nuclear war is forever.

I had a series of visions in April 2001, unconnected (I thought) to the Nomad visions of 1992 and it was in this manner. Toward the end of May 2001 there would be a significant number of people who were no longer living in fear, no longer thinking that the visits they were getting from spiritual beings were signs of their mental deterioration and illness. The value of this significant minority is this, there are now enough people to prevent an apocalypse of the nuclear/chem/bio variety. In other words, the apocalypse occured around May 21st, 2001, only it came with a whisper and not a bang. (Sara says I have the date wrong, it was in 2002. The joys of getting senile......)

So what's left? What could possibly happen? As I said in beginning this entry, a number of people have had similar visionary experiences. We who have had them simply cannot be swayed to believe otherwise, when you have like a vision it is permanent and will not go away, and logic has no part in them. Just ask Joan of Arc (who is still with us, by the way). You are SHOWN and you KNOW. Which can make the whole bunch of us sound more than a little nuts.

There are two things which are extremely possible. One is, the ozone layer is definitely going buhbye. No coming back from that one without a major climate adjustment. The hurt put on us from the ever-depleting ozone layer will be in our agriculture, we just won't be able to produce food the way we have been doing. The other problem is total economic collapse. We have contained ourselves as far as WOMDs go, but the real lunatics are those who control the buying and selling of goods across the globe, the governments and multinationals. Let a few good-sized countries find that their buying power has evaporated, let a few huge multinationals tank and go belly-up, and things will change dramatically. These two things will affect CITIES. Two things will destroy a city faster than you can say "the bus is late!" One is, cut the food supply. The other is let the sanitation system - sewerage, garbage collection - go to the dirt farm and New Orleans after Katrina would look like a waterslide park in comparison. I think that I would leave such a city quickly. On foot.

I suppose that I have scared the bejeeziz out of some of you but that was not my intent. You get enough terror if you watch television, you don't need me to fuel the fires. To be a nomad is entirely do-able. But as the person with whom I chatted on IM this morning wrote, "It would be a world without comfort." What I did not say (because I didn't think of it at the time) is something which Gurdjieff taught his folks, "Comfort is the enemy of humanity.

In hoc signo transit, and see you on the road.

I learned a long time ago to bring a notebook with me when I go out at night in my street sweeper. Some of the best songs I ever wrote came to me in the middle of nowhere when I wasn't burning through a dumbass ragefit. Well, the ragefits were years ago, but I still bring the notebook, and now a camera. The most recent was when I channelled Friedrich Nietzsche's THE BUDDHA AND THE PEACOCK ANGEL (which is still being written).

Sometimes I meet ethereal beings while on the road. Usually they stay if I do. Last night Sara came with me, as did some of the other succubi, plus Seima my angel and the being we named Sproingy. Sproingy finds things that I need, including money (sometimes). The girls were goofing with each other, getting Irlene Davis in on it from where she is off Tasmania, Seima was quietly helping me sweep. It was a good night, the fifth night of five that I work this week.

All of a sudden there was this guy in the truck with us. An ethereal guy, so good looking I almost made the Home Depot into a drive-thru with the sweeper.

Long black curly hair, thin mustache and goatee, looking ever so much like one of the Three Musketeers, affecting black and purple silk. His eyebrows arched high and wide as they often do with the succubi and incubi, and he presented himself to us with the pointy ears and green and blue eyes that many of them seem to have. (Hmm, gotta ask Sara why that is) Those eyes glittered with lust and with power, but they made us feel so good that we started giggling. This is a sign of a good guy, or a guy so evil you don't wanna know. But he was a good guy, no doubt.

Now before I get going with what he said while he was with us, I must tell that about fifteen years ago I had a series of visions. There had been no apocalypse, and the major cities of the world were still inhabited, but there was one thing very different: thousands of people had taken to the road, often on foot, leaving behind the life that they had known. They lived off the land somewhat, worked for food at other times, some became bandits who took what they needed. As these visions progressed over a series of seven or eight months these itinerants had formed small bands of like purpose. For some reason, not disclosed to me at the time, humanity was abandoning civilization and becoming a bunch of nomads. I was fascinated by these glimpses of what might be, but I never did suss them out.

"I am Traehmlyn," he announced with words that came like quiet birds of silk.
"I am a wandering incubus." Well, we've had our share of wandering incubi and every one of them has opted to stay on with us at Outlands. This includes Terrence, Roland, Perry, Surfer Fred Logan, Tua Tipala, Yvgeny Porchik (now at Angel Cove), Henra, Ilewe Jones and others. But he went on, "I visit tonight to bring my thanks, and the thanks of thousands of other incubi and succubi to you of the Outlands Community. I am aware that you offer us a home, companions and work to do if we so desire. I am aware that you have done much to help mortals understand who we are and what we do. It is for this latter that I am especially grateful for it was from one of your mortal Members that I have heard of you."

Okay! Which one of you was it?

He wouldn't say but continued, "Regretfully I shall decline your offer of a home, but I do so with an explanation." This was new; no-one had ever refused our offer before. We were listening!

"Eventually and soon much of mortal humanity will once again become nomadic as they had first been ages ago as are we incubi and succubi today. The cancer which is your civilization shall continue to crumble until it is no more; the populations of cities shall dwindle until they are empty shells. Many of the nomadic peoples will become keenly aware of the spiritual realms and it will be at that point that they - you, rather - shall be invited to join us, not through death, but through your living spirits. It is, in the words of your prophet Trotsky, "permanent revolution." You will always be creating each day, each moment anew. This is as much as I can tell you, for we do not KNOW the future but we can SEE it."

I sat stunned listening to all of this, as did Seima, who recalls the original visions (and has no more explanation for them than do I). What in the hell is coming down the road? And then I saw with is eyes: a young man with a backpack out of which a laptop was visible; he had on glasses only they had two or three cables attached to someplace under his sweatshirt. Two women on a motorcycle (it was a Harley, okay) were crossing the Badlands at high speed; I was given to understand that it was running on some kind of modified alcohol. Next I saw a city. I do not know what city; it was possibly European in a temperate climate, a mix of very old, old and newer buildings. Plants had sprung up everywhere, through sidewalks and roads, crawling up buildings and bridges and giving the whole a lush, jungly look. There were people but they were dressed in white robes and pantaloons, sporting huge sunhats and dark goggles. Guess the ozone layer had gone way over the edge. A huge black fellow was crossing the Malmo bridge that connects Sweden to Denmark - on horseback. He had a shotgun in a saddle-holster, and he was dressed in a jellaba; here I sensed it was god-awful hot. Abruptly the visions passed.

We looked to him. "I am from Germany. I knew Martin Luther." Again that smile and those eyes that made us all melt. "He was a crazy person." After a pause he added, "But then, everyone was crazy back then. Just like now." I asked him if he might stay; no. May we draw him and present him to the world? "You mean on the Internet? Yes, of course. I will come back at another time so that you might get my likeness." There was one last pause. "I would not tear down what you all have worked so very hard to build up. But in the end, it will unravel, as it is meant to." Stro, who had been listening raptly, and who had been with me in 1992 when the first visions came, repeated a vision of his own: "And in the end, we shall all be transformed into butterflies." To which Traehmlyn smiled, closed his eyes and said, "Yes," and then disappeared.