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A little history lesson.

I first learned the necessity of using focused intention early on in MAJestic. The world around me was always jumping around and changing, and the only way that I could get any kind of handle on my life was to be able to focus my thoughts.

The life I had before entering MAJestic was never going to work. Not being entangled with the EBP like I was. I could never go back to living life I like used to. I had to adapt. I had to change. I had to take on coping skills that I could incorporate into my new reality.

The ELF probes were a MAJestic creation, and did not effect the MWI as much as the EBP did.

In those early days, I started to use visualization techniques to help stabilize the reality around me.

This varied from occult symbology to classical paintings. Yet, it really didn’t matter what I used, what mattered was the intensity or the ferocity that I attached to the imagery.

Imagery that automatically came attached with thought “packages” were the easiest to use.

This would be a cross with Jesus on it, or a necklace of Saint Peter. These images automatically came with centuries of directed thought and prayer. By using them to direct my thoughts was surprisingly easy, but they came with unintended consequences.

So, over time, I learned that you need to create your very own custom imagery to direct your thoughts with.

What ever you do, do not use occult or similar “off the shelf” idolatry, or imagery. They WILL come with “baggage” that you might not want to pollute your reality with. Listen to me in this regard. Be careful.

Yes. I was using the power of intention long before it was popularized.

In 2013 was living in Shenzhen, China.

All of what I had visualized (during my retirement) had manifested. I was living an amazing life. I had a stunning wife, we went out and played all the time. I was respected and honored where ever I went, and I was happy.

Shenzhen was a big city. New York has 8 million people, well Shenzhen is twice that size and very crowded. And while I was having fun, I did miss blue skies, nice ocean breezes and a more relaxed lifestyle.

So, I decided to “brush off” the old MWI manifesting skills, and set about to create what I had only with one or two minor changes. I wanted blue skies. I wanted lush green trees. I wanted respect, but at a easy relaxed pace. No more hectic life for me.

I set up a computer desktop that changed every minute. On it, I had an array of HD “wallpaper” images that I got off the Internet of tropical beaches. Sort of like this…

Then, of course, I also did my verbal affirmations.

During this time, I was rather lazy about doing them. (After all, I was quite happy with my life, and absolutely not desperate to change my life.) I admittedly would only make about one affirmation session every week. It was really simple, as long as I could remember it.

My affirmation was thusly…

“My computer desktop describes that life that I desire to manifest for myself and my family.“

And, that was it.

I did it, very relaxed, for maybe two whole months, then quit. And I forgot all about it after a while.

About nine months later, I was offered a job in Pago Pago, American Samoa, of all places! I had never been there, but you don’t turn down the offer to live in a tropical paradise in the South pacific, now do you?

Well…

…do you?

I didn’t even know that it existed. Well, not really aside from a comment on an old Dunesberry cartoon. I had to look it up on Google Maps to figure where the heck it was.

It turned out that a friend of a friend had sailed out from Bora Bora in French Polynesia, and ended up in American Samoa.

He ended up finding work there and the boss who he worked for need an expert in construction, who knew equipment, installation and testing. The only person who he could think of was myself. So he promoted me as “the smartest person he knew“.

So, out of the blue, I got a e-mail message, and a job offer. It was really, really quick.

Soon after that, I sold all my belongings in China and flew to American Samoa.

Now, this isn’t like you just hop on a flight from Chicago with a direct fare to Dallas Fort Worth. American Samoa is isolated. It is in the middle of no-where and we had to take a week to get to it.

I will tell you that the cutest and the smallest international airport is in Western Samoa. You can get to it by bus or taxi from the city of Apia. Western Samoa was really cool. I liked it. maybe it was the Kiwi-influence. LOL.

I personally like the Samoan people.  They are kind, communal, proud and spiritual. I greatly admire them and consider them to be some of the best people that I have ever encountered.

Where to begin? 

Well, let’s chat about food.  We all need food.  We all like food, but we all tend to think of it as a normally obtainable product.  We can get what we want; when we want at a more or less reasonable price.  Ah.  Alas this was not the case in the South Pacific.
Food is outrageously expensive.

When I lived in Pago Pago a head of Lettuce cost me $11. 

Everything is imported, you see.  Everything.  Very few things are grown locally.
Pay scales are below the poverty level and typically, on the islands where I visited, powerful tribal leaders held both monetary, financial, political and social power on the vast numbers of people on the islands. 

They provide work at low pay, small stipends, and assorted assistance to those they feel deserve it.  It is a benevolent dictatorship by tradition.

In American Samoa, where most of the food is imported out of America, the people are terribly obese.  In neighboring Western Samoa, where the food is imported out of NZ, or grown locally, the people have a more or less normal weight. 

Why is this so? 

I wonder.  Could it be that American food has some kind of property; enzyme or chemical that makes people fat?  I don’t know, but the situation is at once obvious and frightening.  I beg the reader to consider the issues involved her and to study the matter themselves.
There is more to this phenomena than what meets the eye at first glance.

There is a great (Mainland America supported) supported infrastructure there.  The roads are all well kept, and in great shape.  The signs and the public works are all American and made to American standards.  Top speed is only 25 miles / hour.
So it will take maybe six hours to drive from one end of the the island to the other.

Gasoline is all imported and thus rather expensive.  Noise is outlawed and thus vehicles cannot have horns.  Instead they make a polite “tooting” sound to warn other drivers. 

Everyone drives new cars, but they are all owned by the tribal leaders and dished out to the “extended family” on a basis of inherited matriarchal complexity. 

Samoans live in villages of their extended family, with communal ownership of land under the “matais,” the chiefs of the individual families. Above the group of matais in each village is an “ali’i,” the village’s highest chief. 

Female familial lines have priority with major family males in work leadership positions getting significant perks.  You can pretty much judge the political status of a given member on the island by the state and type of automobile that they drive.
That differs significantly from what it is in the rest of the world.

For instance, in the United States one might judge a person by the car he /she drive.  You might determine if the driver was a “soccer mom”, a business executive, a young male full of “piss and vinegar”, a poor blue-collar worker, or a starving college student.
In the island, it was representative of where you sat within the female-dominant social structure of your village. The most powerful wives drove the best, newest, and important cars.

In Samoa Girls swim fully clothed and cover their legs in public.  Both men and women wear tribal tattoos and wear skirts called Lava-lava’s.  American Samoa has a fully invested and American paid infrastructure with fine and wonderful roads, government buildings and hospitals.
But there is very little in the way of private industry, private farming, private fishing or businesses other than an occasional store or restaurant.  The biggest industries on the islands include fishing, and canning, construction, social welfare and government.
Anyone who wants to see what it is like to live in a land where you have a set social status, and set income for the rest of your life, should come to the islands.

In American Samoa dogs are a real problem.  The locals let the dogs breed and propagate indiscriminately.  If there ever was a justification for the presence of a Dog Catcher and Dog Pound this is it.
(And, I might add, that I am a dog lover.) The dogs are plentiful and yet truly terrible.
They run in packs, bite and snap at people; carry illnesses including mange and eat everything from fruit lying on the ground to stray cats, feces in diapers, tree bark and old pieces of cardboard. . 

Mange is truly a disgusting illness; where patches of fur and skin fall off an the blistered and frail animal walks around in intense discomfort.

Garbage has to be locked up in huge airborne towers so the dogs can’t get to it.  Otherwise they would spread the trash and refuse all over the place; attracting flies and other airborne illnesses.  They eat everything and consider feces a wondrous meal. 

Local mothers would throw their babies diapers to the dogs would haul them off to eat (The diapers, not the babies. LOL).  Often on some neighbors porch where they would leave the messy diapers in the front of the door.
( A disgusting personal experience that I have had the unpleasant exposure to.) They then would defecate nearby, and vomit the rest up nearby.  They greatly contribute to the dissemination of disease on the island the great problem with childhood skin diseases in the region.

There are also island cats.  However, cats are cats.  They come and go as they please.  They tend to eat the small rodents and fruit bats that fly the skies above. They keep to themselves, and generally keep the rodent population down.

Samoans feed the cats just like they do the dogs.  However, cats are independent and tend to come and go.  However, once you feed a dog, it is your stray for life. Local island cats will eat lizards, birds, mice, rats, rodents and insects.
I am sure that they might have snagged a fruit bat one night of two. They do let loose a howl, let me tell ya. Not to mention the occasional fish or snake.

Anyways, I’m sorry that I got a little long-winded.

The point here is that I manifested the reality that I asked for. It was really very easy. You know, once you are used to a certain way of praying and controlling your thoughts they are able to manifest quite easily.

So I manifested Pago Pago.

Up until that point in time, I never really thought about it as a place that I would ever visit. yeah, I know it was “promised” to me during my retirement sequence at the ADC Pine Bluff, but really… I never thought about it.
So here I was… Pago Pago in the middle of absolutely no-where.

But…

But, I was sloppy.

I was happy in Shenzhen, China. I wanted more, but did not vocalize specifically what I wanted to manifest. Instead, I just asked for what was missing in my life. I didn’t realize that in getting what I wanted, other things that I did like, would be missing.

You ask for one thing and lose other things in the process. Yikes!

Yes, I ended up getting clean and fresh air, brilliant colors, a lot of nature all at the expense of other things that I took for granted.

So, in short order, I reactivated my intention. Only this time I was careful. Though, I did not use a visualization board, I particularly spent time while I drove to the work site every morning to vocalize what kind of life I wanted within my reality.

I just vocalized it clearly and distinctly. I was part of my routine. I would buy a tuna-fish sandwich from the local store near the highway, and then vocalize my intentions loudly while I drove…

Four months later I was back in China. Events acted like a whirlwind and tossed me back into China. It took around 10 months to fully come to fruition. Now… just guess what my life is like today…

Here’s pictures from my front “yard” outside my house.

This isn’t just some kind of “new age” nonsense to sell books. This is what I was forced to do and needed to learn how to do to keep sane.

Trust me, if you had an EBP installed, you would adapt or go completely bonkers. There is absolutely no shades of grey in this matter.

I learned how to do this to keep sane.

The reality around me was not like that by which I grew up with. After implantation, it became something quite different. In order to stabilize my sanity I was forced to adopt methodology and coping-skills to exist.

After I was able to render my reality into some type of semi-stable condition, I quickly discovered that I would easily change it by thought.

News media are evil, and the longer I followed the media and was manipulated by them, the crazier my life became. I had, out of necessity, shut myself off away from them.

I can tell youse guys stories after stories how I wanted this thing, or that things, or this ability, or that situation and how each one came with negative consequences. Now, today I am much wiser.