Book of Gregor

[GregorArturo]

So my recently acquainted friend Allie was wishing I shared some of my story, to why I am right here, right now. Hopefully, it can be somewhat enlightening for those who read it, and stress the importance of one's personal experience in the unraveling of the veil. For the moment, I'm going to convey everything up through high school in Part I, and the rest from thereafter. I'll hopefully have Part II hammered out by tomorrow, and will include the negative catalyst influences in my life while living in Florida. Part III will consist of my more mystical experiences, most exclusively my dreams of revelation. Part IV will focus more on the this summer into the advent of Avalon. And Part V will focus on specifically the moment at hand (the one and only true moment hehe) and whats to come from there on. Enjoy!

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Book of Gregor - Part I "The Early Years"

It all started a little over twenty three years ago. I was born in Green Bay, Wisconsin on September 12th, 1985. I am a Virgo, but of even more importance with the Mayan calendar, I was the road, or the human. My archetype conveyed me as the master of destiny, one who influences free will. My challenge power/archetype (one which challenges you) is that of the wind, or communication. This will make some sense later on.

Two years after my birth, we moved to Portland, Maine. My mother gave birth to my brother, Christopher. Chris and I had a very typical brotherly relationship growing up. However, we were certainly different personality wise. I always said, "Chris is quantitative, and I am qualitative." I remember the first time I got caught lying, where I hit Chris when I was five years old, and my father confronted me. Those first integral lessons for me were always ingrained so vividly in my memory. To elaborate on that, I was blessed with a photographic memory with my heavily reinforced visual personality. I could visualize anything in my head at a very young age with incredible detail, and to this day can recall a large portion of my life up until the first few months we moved to Maine.

We grew up in the residential suburbs in an old farm house, considered to be one of the very first houses in the area and built in the 19th century. My brother and I were lucky enough to go to a wonderful elementary school that offered free swimming lessons every week and was full of wonderful programs.

My early years started off hard for me. I was diagnosed with an auditory processing disorder and had a hard time learning to communicate. I really didn't start speaking until I was five. In first grade, I was requiring special attention in my school work and was in the lowest levels for reading and math. Once I fully began to overcome my language barrier, I was in the gifted and talented program by 4th grade, and in the highest levels for math and reading. I excelled at art and was well recognized for my creativity, having mastered origami before the basics of the English language.

I also am a perfect example of an ADD kid. I was tested once, but their diagnosis for verbatim, "You are too intelligence to have ADD." Every negative trait my mom has ever harassed me on was a characteristic of ADD. However, I eventually realized this was by far one of my greatest strengths.

As a child, I was obsessed with the unknown: Bigfoot, Stonehenge, the pyramids, the Incans and Mayans, and most overall, Atlantis. I started collecting crystals and gems by the hundreds as a child, and fully utilize that same collection today. I was intrigued by everything and every adult seemed to realize this almost immediately with me. However, one of my greatest obsessions was dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs, may seem unrelated to the esoteric things I just mentioned, but was very influential for me. As a young kid, a began sketching dinosaurs with amazing detail. On my 8th birthday, my dad gave me an audio book: Dinotopia: A Land Apart From Time. That night, I laid in my bed and began to listen to it. I was so intrigued I stayed up until midnight listening to the whole four hours, the latest I had ever stayed up! Eventually, I discovered that the tapes were based off an illustrated book by James Gurney, which of course I got my hands on rather quickly. You could say this book is my bible, and my life dreams stemmed out of it. The book was full of elaborate and beautiful oil paintings of dinosaurs, humans, architecture, and nature all within one scene. The two main characters represented two definite archetypes within my own personality along with representing a philosophical masterpiece. The story line conveyed the idea of a utopia, with a sequel following it conveying the society had evolved out of the remnants of Atlantis. The idea how machines could be powered by crystals in the story amazed me. This was the dynamite for my mind that absolutely catapulted my curiosity and passions to a whole new level.

As a child though, I was the runt in the group. I was the introvert among the extroverts who always got picked on. When I reached middle school, it was one of the worst years ever for me. I was ridiculed on a school wide level, and overwhelmed me on a horrific level at times.

However, in that same year, is when I fully grasped beauty for the first time in the form of a thought. For school, we were suppose to read The Giver. I can't say I ever read a book so fast in my life up to that point. I remember reading the last page laying on my stomach on a couch and I couldn't hold back the tears. The story was one of the first of many that touched me on a deep inner level. For the rest of my life, the only fiction that would ever truly captivate me were other philosophical pieces. As I got older, even movies were dull for me. Comedies weren't even a consideration. The Beach, Equilibrium, V for Vendetta, Waking Life, and other enlightening films I would watch over and over again. The only fiction I thirsted for were pieces that provoked my thought. Entertainment for me was in the form of nourishing my curiosities.

Throughout middle school, I excelled on the math team, and continued to slip away more and more from sports, specifically soccer. I was a rather clumsy kid. In seventh grade, my family moved to an outlaying town of Portland, Scarborough. A couple years earlier, my little brother Alex was born, and the house was just not big enough for the five of us. Scarborough was a heavily focused middle class community that seemed to deter me socially even more. My parents had moved to Maine on absolutely nothing, but within the following decade had established themselves quite well financially. My father was a professor of political science at a state university, while my mother was a nurse at the city's hospital. Their intellectual background most certainly reflected upon my own self.

Right around the time of the move, I developed a knee disorder which stemmed out of my other leg problems. I had been pigeon toed my whole life (which I slowly grew out of, and only affects me on a minimal level today) and been plagued with leg pains since a child. Soon, shin splints also began to take hold. Soccer was no more. Alas, this pushed me more toward my intellectual pursuits. In eighth grade, I won first place at the Maine State Math Meet. This for the most part was quite the ego booster.

Then the infamous high school came to be. I remember the night before the first day of school. I was all excited and couldn't get to sleep at all. Come to think of it, it happened the exact same way with middle school. Something new and exciting I thought; a whole new world to explore. I was sure right about one thing.

High school is what really got me thinking for the first time, especially what we like to call "outside the box." The first day, I met the one person I consider a brother outside my family, Andy. He was half Jamaican, half French Canadian, and was quite the wise ass. We were both for the most part "*******s" to each other that first day. If only we knew what we were destined for together down the road. Freshman year was the worst of my being ridiculed during high school but it never left the town per say until a couple years after graduation.

My first little side story to my life involved the end of my freshman year, as I began to see the "********" in society for the first time, and that was within our student elections for sophomore year. I remembered exactly what happened at the beginning of the year with the freshman election, along with myself previously running before in other elections. I had no interest in running this time, but decided to support you could say the 3rd party candidate for the presidency. In this, I reported what was going on and posted in a flashy website on the web. I handed out the address to it all over school for people to see and read. Within a couple hours, I was in the principal's office threatened to be sued by him for slander, as I quoted him saying a rather negative and incriminating statement to the 3rd party candidate. Oh, was it great. I ended up submitting due to parental pressure and took the site down, and all ended well for the most part. And yes, as the story tends to go, the popular kid won.

Oh sophomore year, this was THE year. I had joined the Academic Decathlon team freshman year, thinking it would be more of a challenge than the math team as it encompassed all studies, not just math. Sophomore year I managed to make it on to the nine member competing team, the youngest in history to compete at our school. That year I focused heavily on physics and art history. I also had never taken a physics class prior to this. We ended up winning states, and going to nationals in Phoenix, Arizona where I won 3rd in the U.S. for physics (competing against almost all seniors, who had taken physics classes not to mention). I also had one of my first love affairs with a girl from a team from Park City, Utah, and no, she was not a mormon. She was one of the most open girls I had ever met, both mentally and physically. I still talk to her to this day.

Around new years this year, I had my first few drinks. Oh no, you all know what's coming next. Within a month, I had became completely "****faced" for the first time. And in due time, I smoked my first bowl. Gregor had discovered marijuana. Marijuana has played a very interesting part in my life, as it may have for you too. It definitely did promote some laziness and detract from my motivation at times, as I eventually left the Academic Decathlon team the next year, but it was the catalyst for dramatic change in my life. I began to develop socially at a very accelerated rate. The extrovert side of me began to take shape.

High school was riddled with crazy experiences from car crashes and police encounters to girls and stupid fist fights. We all had our fair share and is for the most part similar (if you went to a rural suburban high school that is), so I'll leave it out.

However, during high school, another important catalyst for me yet again is another psychedelic: Psilocybin mushrooms. I will admit I've had easily over twenty plus experiences of mushrooms in my life. Some purely recreational, some extremely eye opening and life changing. It was in this inebriated state though when I first started thinking outside of the box to an insane level and contemplating my own ideas of philosophy, cosmology, and even quantum physics.

One of these experiences has stood out like no other. During the 'trip' when I was 16, for two hours, my friends had lost contact with me as I sat on a couch and talked to myself, or so I am told. Leading up to this two hour period, I began shifting in and out of time. This is when I first began to contemplate cosmology and quantum physics, even though I don't know how I was even going about it, but I was. And as some of you may know, that's just how it works. However, once I so called figured it out in my head how time works and to overcome it, I suddenly put it into effect. We had just finishing smoking a joint at the time, and all of sudden, Butterfly effect style, I got pulled through time. I felt like my body being ripped into pieces, sucked into a vortex and spit back out. I was sitting on the couch, like I was before, but my friend was rolling a joint again, in which we then smoked. Bam, it happened again and I was pulled back through time. My friend was rolling the joint again, however, I wasn't realizing it, as if my memory was erased each time with the time travel. Several times this happened as I was caught in this time loop (however, what better time loop could you ask for then smoking a joint with your buddies). Finally, I realized what was happening part way through while smoking the joint, and bam, I got pulled back in time to the same point again. Each time thereafter I'd remember, but as soon as I did, I'd start the time loop again with the memory veil imposed, but each sequence getting shorter and shorter. Eventually, the veil was no more, and the sequences consisted of seconds, to the point where I was just trapped in the vortex. Then poof, I was out. I was free to continue on with the timeline as is. The question I always asked myself, did I really time travel? Because regardless of the drugs, my perspective would have to say yes, as that's what I experienced.

Soon following this incident, which really only occurred over a short period of time (as in I had experienced much more than the allotted time allowed), I entered this so called two hour period where I lost contact, or entered a full blown hallucination. It began with my friend sitting across the couch responding to one of my thoughts. This freaked me out, and I responded in my head, "How the hell did you just do that?" Of course, he responded to this freaking me out even more. We began conversing with me just thinking, and him responding verbally. He then informed me, "You are god." Of course, I responded to stop messing with me, I'm not god. However, he insisted and then went on to explain that I chose to incarnate on this world and leave my godly existence, and that we've been trying to get a hold of you for a very long time now. He then said this is my reality and I can create anything in it. Of course, I went on to have some fun with the 'trip,' having the radio play whatever I wanted. When I asked my friend, or this entity in him, that I wanted to see Paris, he said, "Uh eh, it doesn't work like that." For the most part, that is the only serious revelations/information that stuck with me from this experience. I remember snapping out of it, and having my friends looking all at me. They then said, "Greg, man you've been out of it for the past two hours." However, with this experience initially, I just thought it was a crazy drug induced trip, nothing more.

These experiences as I said brought me into a different world of thinking, and really furthered my interests in trying to understand the big picture at large.