The Reality Pirate's Journal: A Thesis on The Nature of Things

The Reality Pirate’s Journal

A Thesis On The Nature Of Things

Zoli Althea Browne D.Div, PhD, D.S.M., PhD

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Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit

Who was in the beginning is now

And ever shall be world without end.

Amen.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Bio: Rev. Dr. Zoli Althea Browne

Chapter: One Biographica

It’s Complicated

Autism

Tuned In

Mama

Pensacola

Namaha

Schooling

Fish Man

Judy

Nashville

Aratron and The Dwarves

The Survivor Tree, The Farm

BearBo

Choice

The A.M.O.R.C.

Body Code - Emotion Code Session

Ritualized Crone, True Dat

Chapter Two: Demonology

They Know My Name

Icky Poo

God’s Man

Jumped By A Dead S.F. Soldier

Oppression from Discarnate Warrior

Attack…

Rita

The Dark and The Light

Civitas Dei and Civitas Diaboli

Channeling

Dark Web, Difficult Case

Embedded in Pluto

Chapter Three: Devas, Ghosties, Invisibles

Nature Beings…what the hell am I doing?

Mi Casa es su Casa

Olympic Spirits

The Beginning

Dictations to Lynda

Po-Thavia

Futharians

Fire-Air Beings

Maiden, Mother and Crone

This House

Hazelbob

Anubis

Brownie-House Elemental

Devas of Springtime

Devas of Spring and Fall

Gwop

Devas

Winter Devas

Z. Retreat

Weisenmullers

Vestipes

Phasing

Bechmilla

Sir Serval

Bigfoot

The Farm and The Zetas (Not a Sorority)

Animals

Intuition

OOBE

Kadtonians

TDY

Marti and Michael Parry Reading

Truth Will Set You Free

Chapter Four: The Monroe Institute

Breakthrough

New Perspective and the Astral World

Lab Session:Transcription from microphone recording

Kundalini

Laboratory Session Monroe Institute: Transcription from Microphone Recording

LRM/Lateral Reality Manipulation- Experiment Nelson Indigo Technology and Hemi-Sync

Mediation Frequency After Being at TMI Lab

Dreams: Hemi Sync

Coincidence?

Chapter Five: Wandering Around the Astral Realm

Very Prophetic Dream

Who is Bal Vikas?

Montenegro

Designing Woman

A Probable Past Life Event

3rd Chakra Dream

Chapter Six: Never Alone

Pinehurst Country Club Military Event, Note One

Pinehurst Country Club, Note Two

Pinehurst Country Club, Note Three

Graveyard Walk: Battle of Franklin, Tennessee

Virginia City, Montana

Asheville, North Carolina

Chapter Seven: It’s Only Addiction if You’re Trying to Quit

Somehow I Knew

Lady of the Lake

Lady Meets Snake Medicine

Addiction and The Material World

Glamour

If You Only Knew

A Return to Love

Conundrum

Chapter Eight: Theosophy

Ancient Wisdom Teachings

Emotion

The Astral Realm

Keeper at the Gate

Soul Work

Chapter Nine: What is Your Divine Mission?

The Eternal Present

Cycles

The Cult of Misunderstanding

Chapter Ten: My Writings

The Vast Untamed Wilderness

Fame and Wealth

Gaia Poem

From the Waters

Prayer

Invocation

Pensees

The Seraphim’s Invocation

Prayers

Who is SHE?

Who Dat?

Chapter Eleven: Classes

Transcription from My Classes on Metaphysical Sciences 1980-2018

Meditation For My M.A. University Metaphysical Sciences

Epilogue

End of Thesis

Acknowledgements

Works Cited

Introduction

Once upon a time, there lived a mystical woman who conversed with wee folk. Magical animals were her companions and scary Gargoyles flew around her castle. They were all her friends, and that woman is me.

This is a true faery tale. My life has proved it to be so. Our shared reality claims faery tales as fantastically untrue, possible, yet unprovable, recounts of abstract ideas played out on mystical stages. Archetypes, if you will. But true faery tales are born from the reality of Gaia’s creatures and Devic Beings who interact constantly with the three-dimensional world.

Why are these Beings hidden, arcane, the stuff of imagination? Why do most folks not see them? Etheric sight is required to perceive and interact with this specific frequency. Humanity had it, lost it, and is developing it anew through meditative focus and spiritual growth. But some souls are actually born to do this work. It is in their DNA. After lifetimes of schooling and trials, they can see and interact with Gaia’s Devic Beings. I am one of those souls but would wish my journey on no one. In this particular lifetime I have endured a peculiar and specific unwinding of many mental, physical, and emotional blockages hindering the ability to perceive and interact with them. The spiritual aspect of this path is personal, whereas I set a boundary with choosing not to discuss or reveal my deepest religious or spiritual beliefs. I simply like to say that I Am.

You will read in these pages the excruciating resistance I have had to not only believe this was real, but to accept that I was born to do this job. I only work here. I have chosen to detach from the opinion and fragility of nay-sayers, as compassion for understanding their doubts comes from my own doubts while walking that same well-worn path. Some say there is your truth, my truth, and THE truth.

This paper was difficult to write because it is incomplete. That bothers me. Much more is to come, as this is a taste of what I have been trained to do over the last three plus decades. I chose to write about my own path of development in the aspiration that interested others may be assured that our own trials have touched similar landmarks. What good is any gift or revelation if it cannot be shared with others?

I cannot recall a time when I have not experienced these Devic Beings, so I just assumed everyone could do it. My dear frustrated parents thought I was off my rocker, and understandably so. If I had been raised in jolly old England perhaps, I would have found greater acceptance of my gifts. But Alabama in the 1950’s was not a spiritually mature hotbed of curiosity about little people hopping up and down on windowsills. My point is that I was born into the perfect and exact situation required to tune me to my soul purpose.

Maybe you can relate to that.

Believe me when I say that I had neither interest in nor intent to publish anything about my life, as I find other folks life adventures as interesting as my own. Take 10 minutes to really listen to anyone and you will be amazed at the soul inhabiting that form. But when Thom and I moved to our castle, five miles up a logging road in Montana, STUFF started to happen. A lot.

I had retired from raising Scottish Highland Cattle and running my beloved nature sanctuary in Olympia, to find myself in a monastery-like remote castle, devoid of animals to care for and a farm schedule to occupy my mind. Brutal. Saturn Return too, so it was a perfect storm. I gradually developed a new lifestyle and melded into the magnificence the old work timelessness of remote Montana. The elk, deer, birds, wild turkeys, and bears became my friends. It was way cool to be in the company of critters I did not have to feed.

But I awakened one day in a dark night of the soul. I felt a presence, an attachment of sorts, but could not discern who or what it was. I experienced feelings of wanting to be on the other side and was disturbed to the point of despair. I found myself scratching at my wrists and leaving bloody marks behind. You’ll read about this later.

This paper also includes the ghost busting surprises I encounter while traveling. These are unsought and distracting from my reason for being in that location anyway. My husband adores history, so we end up at battlefields a lot. You get it. We travel often for military events and are honored to spend time with great Americans at old hotels and historical places. And what’s interesting are the Beings I encounter along the way. My dear friend Lynda graciously records many of the recounts you will read. I am blessed to be able to call her and relate a now-this-happened while on the road. I also uncovered that if I sit quietly to tune in to Devic frequencies, it works well for Lynda to write while I speak. Similar to many sensitives, the magnetics of my energy don’t play well with electronics. Perhaps my Autism is part of the package, but I now see peculiarities as humorous.

True faery tales exist. They are playing out around you each and every day. Perhaps this humble paper can illuminate some dark corners or whet the appetite for self-reflection.

The Deep South…dark closets harboring crazy relatives and eccentric compadres, work-a-day practices straight out of your reality shows. This is our comfort and our daily rhythm. Eyebrows raise only when yankees slight our Mama or questions our ways. Slightly true tales swallowed with the cheese grit casserole around the supper table is the norm for us. Harmless or dangerous often slide off the tongue conjoined like the gulf, sand, and evening sky. In all, we are used to our ways and hold stubbornly to our side alley craziness.

Those of us so embedded within its mystery and silliness are born to take this lightly. None the less, ghostly tales and wee folk cavorting among spent magnolia blossoms can earn labels ranging from it’s-the-devil to kind acceptance with the familiarity of the unfamiliar.

My birth parents’ lineage traces all of our ancestors to Georgia and lower Appalachian Mountain range. We are true southerners and have the peculiarities to prove it. My great Grandpa Richard was full-blood Cherokee and is on the 1921 Roll of The 5 Civilized Tribes, as is his daughter Mary. I guess I’m one sixteenth Cherokee, but I do not identify as Indian. Lots of beautiful mysticism there. My birth mother affirmed that her strength and intuition came from her heritage, and I don’t question her on that points. But her Daddy, Loran McCoy was part of the McCoy clan. The Hatfield-McCoy feud is over, but our genetics live on.

So, for us being called crazy is like calling a fish wet. I have always considered my behavior normal and still scratch my head a bit when well-meaning (but taken a back) folks question the sanity my life and work. I erroneously think that everyone can do this. But apparently not. So why would I out myself to readers? Why put myself in harm’s way by writing about these things? Life is not neatly packaged, nor is it always sweet. It’s complicated, messy, emotional, and sweats conundrums like a kid on his first date. We are here to experience all of that, and hopefully to lift up others as we learn to raise ourselves above the fray. And that is why I have outed myself and the story of my unfoldment. Is it unusual? I would ask you, compared to what? I label normal as being able to interact with oneself and the world in ways appropriate to one’s society and time lived in. Maybe that works.

But for me, southern-ness, ancestral talents, and God-given personality are blended up like one of those thick, messy milkshakes from the drive in at Shoney’s Big Boy. Guess I’ll just keep taking it one day at a time, eh? As my mama says, Gratitude and thankfulness should start and end each day. And that’s that.

Bio

Rev. Dr. Zoli Althea Browne

Degrees...

AA Stephens College...Francais.

BA Univ. Metaphysical Sciences...

Metaphysical Science.

BA Esoteric Interfaith Seminary...

Spiritual Intuition.

MA Univ. Metaphysical Sciences...

Metaphysical Science.

MA Esoteric Interfaith Seminary...

Mystical Creatures.

PhD Esoteric Interfaith Seminary...

Paranormal Research.

PhD Esoteric Interfaith Seminary...

Consciousness Research.

Doctor of Divinity, DDiv Esoteric Interfaith Seminary.

Doctor Of Sacred Music, D S M Esoteric Interfaith Seminary.

Certificate, Univ. of Science and Philosophy

Usuru Reiki Master

Metaphysical Minister Ordination, Univ. Meta. Sciences.

Intuitive Minister Ordination, Esoteric Interfaith Seminary.

Church of the Golden Shadow, founder and Charter

Companies

The Zoliart Companies LLC:

Zoliart Productions.

Zolibobo Mojoco Publishing

SensuDance Costume Studio

EcoPrimative Designs.

Zoliart Exotica Montana Records

Engelwood Nature Sanctuary, founder.

The Centre of Melchizedek (1977-1981), founder.

Law Enforcement and Paranormal Consulting.

Ongoing Research......

Time Travel, Indigo Biofeedback meets HemiSync and SAM.

Frequency Resonantial Processes, vortex work

Interdimensional Physics

Innerdimensional Physics

Demonology

Intuitive Listening and Observing Devas

Neural Reprogramming Potential.

Intuitive work for Law Enforcement.

Intuitive work with scientists and researchers.

Consciousness Research

Zoli lives in the Lolo Natl. Forest in remote Montana with her amazing husband Serg. Maj. Retired Thom Browne, Spec Opps CAG. She may be contacted at:

Dr. Zoli Althea Browne

The Zoliart Companies LLC. zoliartexotica@yahoo.com

P O Box 16868

Missoula, Montana 59808

Chapter One

Biographica

It’s Complicated

I guess the question of the day is How did I arrive at this point in my life, how did I get here to do this job?

It’s complicated. Post-menopause, two hip replacements, past second Saturn Return, leaving the Farm and that section of my life work, an equally yoked marriage, financial security, agreeing to DO this work. What else?

I am now instructed that in order to live in the present and not continue to evoke emotional tags from the past, the method is to first recognize the thought as being not-now. Cognition of the thought process is first, a.k.a mindful meditation. The Masters coach that true meditation is a conscious, moment to moment awareness. To sit and meditate with closed eyes and mantric focus is the most recognized and taught meditation. It does create wonderful energies, yet the most purposeful awareness appears to be the placing of consciousness smack in the middle of the now.

My Emotion Code/Body Code practitioner suggests visualizing those images and thoughts pulling one backwards into the past, as remaining behind the body. To see them as remaining behind while remaining aware of the moment will ease the now into the future. Very Buddhist.

So. As I think on all these methodologies, I realize that I am required to deposit images, lessons, histories and the like of my past into these writings. How peculiar that feels. A bit threatening and vulnerable given my desire for private boundaries delineating my intimate relationships and public persona. But do it I must. In the course of these writings over the coming years I will present pieces of that Zoli puzzle where called for. My aspiration is to demonstrate the similar links among us and to present my human condition as similar that of countless others in body.

For example, the Enneagram. A Sufi system of defining personality. For those of you who work with the Enneagram and Metaphysical Charting: I am a solid seven with a high five and low two. The MMPI testing for me reveals an IFNP. Numerologically, I have a seven birth name number and a six destiny number. Astrology charting for my natal is Aries sun, Cancer moon, Capricorn north node, Pisces ascendant, Grand Trine in fire signs, loose Grand Trine in water signs, a Yod, Saturn in Scorpio retrograde in 8th house, Sagittarius at the mid-heaven. That’s a lot of intel for those with eyes to see.

In my aspiration to encourage folks on the autistic spectrum and demonstrate that we can indeed grow and ameliorate our peculiarities in order to balance ourselves, I present here my own definitions of my living with autism. Growing up in Alabama in the 1950’s did not offer much understanding of autism, nor did the experiences of other autistics anywhere else. Temple Grandin is one of my hero models. I thank her for her courage and brilliance, illuminating this population of folks by her public demonstration of autisms’ challenges and grace.

Autism

I had a capacity for visual thinking with acute attention to detail.

General sense of floating and distraction.

I think about things in pictures rather than categories.

Integrate these many images to create a whole, rather than all at once...takes time and privacy to integrate.

Had a hard time listening and learning in school because I did not have enough time to integrate all the visuals I created with what teachers said.

See the finer details of things in pictures, also Synesthetic as see numbers as colored patterns

Got in trouble a lot for filling in graph papers we used in grade school for logging our reading; saw intricate patterns and just filled in the empty spaces.

Could not communicate with others because did not see any difference in facial expressions whereas would say weird inappropriate things that had nothing to do with what others were talking about.

Bad temper, frustrated easily because was heavily and constantly criticized for not responding appropriately.

Spent most time alone, in woods or doing music, art or dance which gave me a feeling of belonging.

Kindergarten teachers said I had perfect pitch and unusual ability to create music and art...very focused but could not be disturbed or got very angry.

Did not understand why people touched each other.

Could always build a 3D image out of flat surface drawings.

Had to follow strict schedules or panicked...in high school began practice of writing intricate notes with dates and times and numerical calculations of outcomes...but failed most math classed because would see numbers as colors and as art rather than needing a resolution of the problem.

Had nervous tics a lot, was made fun of. Kids hated me, was always scapegoat, always picked last for games and teams.

Was a tomboy, could not connect with girls, had no friends as kid except two other tomboy gals. Could not have more than one friend at a time.

IQ tested as gifted level but failed 4th grade, then skipped 7th.

Unusual sense of smell: would smell everything, even non-food items.

Learned to mimic others social behavior and expressions but was told I did not feel, Mother called me a sociopath because she did not know I was autistic and felt things deeply but could not express that to her.

Constantly told to calm down, was too intense and too focused on my music, too sensitive, too everything.

High school began overeating and obsessing with caloric intake, what and when I ate, then calories had to expend with exercise. Never anorexic or bulimic but continually monitoring myself with intricate charts and diagrams. Very rigid and perfectionistic.

Was stiff when hugged, did not like it because felt threatened and wondered how was supposed to respond to fit in.

Very compassionate with others who seemed slow or different.

My concerned parents sent me to therapists from age 10 to 25. Learned a lot by this and credit these helpers with keeping me on the path to greater health.

Did some pot and cigarettes, drank in binges but never developed dependencies. Began co-dependent recovery groups in 1988 and still work my program.

Many years thought I was bisexual even though had no attraction to women, clearly heterosexual but confused with inability to connect with ideas of having or raising kids, refused to gossip or hang in the usual girl groups.

Excelled at sports, track, and was very comfortable in hard core gyms doing body building and hanging with guys apparently because they did not require me to communicate like girls do. Took me until I was 35 years old to learn how to communicate and have gal buddies.

Grade school, played with boys during play periods, was more roughhouse oriented than other girls.

Was always referred to by parents’ friends as very sweet.

Never started conversations unless was something I felt I knew about, but would over-analyze and refer to other sources, research-like, to try to connect.

Interpreted all emotions from others as being safe or unsafe, only began learning facial expressions after seeing an emoji chart given to me at age 35 by a therapist.

Experienced periods in adult life of breaking from reality by shutting down when external stimuli overloaded me. I would hunker down in a dark closet, wearing headphones and eyes held shut.

Learned to see others after marrying Thom and moving to Montana...could make eye contact and hold it, truly interested in other people’s faces. Still overdo it at times by holding eye contact too long and making some folks uncomfortable but catching that more these days.

Prayer, meditation and service work have been my consistent focus to maintain my mental health. When I do that, life is sweet.

Began going to The Monroe Institute in 2016...Hemi-Sync work has given me a new freedom from internal craziness.

Tuned In

My Musical history, well, some of it….

If surprises are the spice of life then mine is tangy, indeed. I had planned for several months to do my PhD for Seminary on Spiritual Intuition, since that is what I do, no argument there. But when I checked in with Spirit/my soul, what I heard was, We need you to commit to your music. Why? Because music has been the main passion of my life. Daddy always had classical or easy-listening music in the background at home. He spent decades as president of the Birmingham Symphony, was on the National Symphony board, and single-handedly rescued the B’ham Symphony Orchestra from a funding death. He adored music and wanted to be a Symphony conductor. Perhaps God