The Fourth Shift

I was a dreamy and imaginative child. The highlight of the week was our visit to the library every Saturday. Mom and I would stay for hours and finish by wheeling home a stroller filled with books. That is why there was nothing particularly strange about the event I later came to see as my first God-experience.  I was three years old, sitting on the toilet.  I had just had a fight with my mom and lost. I was trying to imagine how I had carried myself during the battle when suddenly it hit me that I didn’t look the way I thought. In my mind, I had seen something beautiful and graceful—a noble heroine forced into surrender by a dim-witted superior power. Now I realized that not only mom, but everyone except me, saw something else. And what was worse: they were right and I was wrong. In my head, I was quite tall and thin with hair reaching all the way down my back. In reality, I was a chubby toddler, and that was why my mom treated me the way she did. My first feeling was shame. ...

Once upon a time, in a parallel reality, there lived a Little Millipede who had a fiancée. She was the sweetest, dearest creature under the sun, but the Little Millipede wasn’t allowed to see her. God had picked the loveliest maiden to be found and taken her hostage for the sake of humankind’s sins. And so the Little Millipede’s fiancée was kept under lock and key, together with her mother. By the time the Little Millipede fell head over heels for her, she had already been held captive for ten long years. He was shown photographs and a video clip of the imprisoned maiden, and then and there his heart was sealed. He made up his mind to win her. But since he was nothing more than a Little Millipede, it never even crossed his mind that he ought to start by setting her free. He simply decided that the moment she was released, he would make a move she couldn’t possibly resist. For the time being, the Little Millipede contented himself with a bit of a makeover and a series of photographs i...

In an attempt to be believed in my claim that the unwanted attention couldn't possibly be coming from so-called gay people, I also told my neighbours about the explicit couples outside my window. Perhaps that was why the gaslighting began? What happened next was that the special treatment resumed. This time, the intention seemed to be to convince me that the villagers' behavior had never been caused by any rumors. As soon as people caught sight of me, they would look flirtatiously, sway their hips, or fix their hair. Gradually, new behaviors were introduced while the flirtatious ones were phased out. Some weeks, every single person would cough as soon as they saw me. Other weeks, everyone I met on the street said the same thing. Other weeks, they would touch their hair or stare intently. This went on for twelve years. During the first few years, I was too ill to go anywhere. When I eventually became well enough to travel to nearby towns for shopping or hospital visits, I discov...

The antics started after my mother and I moved to a house in the country. Suddenly, the local women and girls would sway their hips, flutter their eyelashes, and fix their hair the moment they saw me. This went on for a whole summer. I suspected that a rumor had started circulating, and I had a theory as to why. ​In the circle I came from, we believed that everyone is basically a bit gay and that we should stop putting people into boxes and begin treating everyone the same. We wanted a world where people could just be themselves. But since we were intellectual and left-wing, our views weren't exactly common knowledge and could easily be misunderstood. ​I supposed the villagers had heard something about this, but not understanding the idea behind it, had ended up doing the exact opposite of what was intended. That is, they put me in a box and gave me special treatment. Because they didn't see themselves as part of that same box, they never tried to actually connect with me. As a...

I’ve always had a hard time of it. When a voice started talking to me, I’d been sick ever since my teens.   T hat means a good many years and  had been a life of almost total isolation. The only person I really saw was my mother who was just as isolated. That’s what happens with electrosensitivity. You’re physically cut off from the world because you can’t be anywhere near modern electronics. Then there’s the mental isolation; most people think you’re just making it up and despise you for it. At worst, even your loved ones leave. At best, they stay—co-sick and dragged down into your misery. My mother stayed. But I’m not here to discuss the existing or not of electrosensitivity. Once you start hearing voices, the question of whether things are all in your head or not doesn’t really matter anymore. Let's just settle on this: it all cleared up once the voice appeared. By the way, the voice wasn't the first sign that I was losing my mind. For years, things had been getting st...

Interests : Languages, structures, hidden codes Movies : The Fourth Kind, Dogville, Clara Sola Music : Lars-Erik Larsson - God in Disguise  Books : Douglas Hofstadter - Gödel, Escher, Bach My name is Karin. I want to tell you the whole story. It's about how I realized that humanity is on its way towards a completely new world. Better or worse than this one? You decide! My blog reveals the patterns that currently shape human thought and provides the tools to shift into a new way of thinking—one with the potential to unlock possibilities far beyond what you can imagine. ​The Method is the core of it, The Schooling is the spectacular part. But to judge if I'm right or wrong — read everything! To see me from different angels - click the label below!

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The life’s work of archaeoastronomer John Major Jenkins was to mathematically prove the Great Shift of the Mayan calendar. Jenkins demonstrated that the Maya based their entire calendrical system on an extremely rare cosmic event: The Galactic Alignment. He revealed that this alignment, which culminated around the winter solstice of 2012, signified the final synchronization of the path of the sun with the galactic equator. He (and others with him) saw this alignment as a gateway with the potential to transmit profound cosmic energy, making humanity uniquely receptive to a fundamental transformation. ​Jenkins bridged the Mayan calendar with the Aztec cosmic system, which divides human history into five great eras, or "Suns." According to this view, we are currently navigating the fourth great shift in human history: the transition into the Fifth Sun—the Age of Movement, sometimes depicted as an eye enclosed within a sun. In Jenkins' interpretation, this became the Age of A...