Save TikTok

 Date: Tuesday, January 14, 2025 

To: United States Representatives 

Re: Save TikTok - please share with fellow Representatives 

Dear Servants of the People,

I’m writing this letter as a plea to save TikTok. As a 49-year-old, natural-born American citizen, a son of ancestors and family members who have defended this country since Emancipation, I humbly implore you - that as a survivor and a son of survivors, I would never knowingly defend a cause that is detrimental to those who may have endured a similar struggle. We are present because of those who have come before us. And, this more than anything else is the lens through which I see my way forward. 

It is with that lens that I write - the American citizens who use TikTok are not somehow blinded by their affection for the app such that they do not see it for what it is. There has been a gross misunderstanding of what drives and motivates users of the app, so much so that it has caused one of the greatest miscarriages of justice in the history of this nation. And, that is no exaggeration. If TikTok is banned, not only will tens of thousands of jobs and hundreds of millions of dollars in annual income be lost, a great repository of knowledge and information will disappear too. A modern Library of Alexandria would be burned to the ground. 

Understanding what the app is - is not the same as understanding what the app means. So, let me give you an analogy. Taking away this app is like taking away someone’s child or home. It’s like burning their photos and precious memories - all in the name of “national security”. How will history view politicians who managed to disenfranchise 40% of its population in this way? Please consider - if only for the sake of your own legacy, what you may have unwittingly signed onto doing. 

TikTok, for many, is a source of joy, laughter, inspiration and information. It is essentially a way to explore the unmapped, untapped universe that is “the community of human consciousness”. Users are essentially saying - let me explore your mind, your heart…the things that are near and dear to you. Let me acknowledge that you exist…that you matter…that somewhere in one of the dark places that the light of mankind failed to illuminate - I see you. 

In a nation that suffers from more hurt, pain, anxiety and depression than at anytime in history, our leaders have managed to rip off one of the very few bandages people feel they had. The American people have overlooked so much in the way of political and economic brokenness. We found a refuge, while we trust and hope that you all would figure it out. And, you know what? You turned your eyes toward that refuge and said, “Burn it down.” 

Who convinced you to do this? Was it want of their political contributions? Beholden to corporate interests? Was it want for their friendship? Was it the thought - “This is an easy one. We can fix this.” I don’t know if this is yet another moment for soul-searching and reflection or a coming well-deserved reckoning. What I do know is that- there is still time to fix this. Since you are “…by the people”, here is perfect opportunity to show that you are still “of the people and for the people.” Save TikTok. 

Kindest regards, 

James Power 

@Channelingideas on TikTok 

  

The Time Stream and the Map of the City

I recognize, now, that there are realities that are far beyond our human conception or perception. There are realities that are beyond our language’s capacity for description. Certain experiences I have had of late have stretched my consciousness to its limits. With that said – I had to simply accept. And, in accepting my consciousness expanded to embrace what I was seeing as a new reality. Thus, new and greater realities can compliment what I am have experienced. If I shrank from the experience, those doors would close to me. But, I say – bring on the adventure.



The Time-stream

How do I explain a dimension that is essentially time itself or the time stream? And, while we say that time does not exist as we know it, this dimension was certainly there. There were beings that represented various aspects of time zipping about. I can only guess I had a telepathic connection to what each of these light beings represented. Their reality made perfect sense while I was there, but is so elusive and hard to explain outside the context of where I was. I read about the time-stream in “From the Motherland to the Mothership”. And, while I am not sure if that is where I was, it seems plausible.



The Map of the City

If it was hard to explain the time stream, it is near impossible to explain the map of the city. I laid down for bed and awoke in a room looking at what looked to be some sort of large x-ray or the aura of some being on display. The lights in the x-ray created the faces of a few beings that appeared quite menacing. That’s what made me think this was some aura. Was it mine?

Then, I got closer to the x-ray and recognized that it had another dimension to it. It was 3D, not 2D. It was the map of a city. This city was huge. The buildings were the size of four or five city blocks and hundreds of stories high. Then, there were thousands of buildings. I found that I could zoom in on the map in the same way you would a photo on your i-Pad. This was a 3D zoom though. So, zooming in immersed you in the image itself. So, it felt like I was flying down into the city itself, though all I was doing was peering at a massive image.

The buildings were so huge, it was a little scary; also a little perplexing to think of how many beings could possibly live in those buildings. I am certain thousands or tens-of-thousands could live in one building. And, there were thousands of buildings. To see so many massive buildings sort of gave me a headache. It was hard to process. Who built them and when? Where did they get the materials? What planet was this? In what solar system was it? Was this a massive ship, even harder to process that idea. Could it have just been a dream? Maybe, but my mind isn’t powerful enough (that I know of) to fabricate thousands and thousands of stadium-sized massive buildings.

I saw people on the tiled roof of one of the buildings. I got the feeling it was a world where good people lived, though I could be wrong. I heard the voice of a master teacher telling me some other things, but I will not share that (as it is not important or essential to this writing). What I will say is – it was one of the most incredible experiences I have had. That’s why I wanted to share it as best I could.

While I Was Out

The flu struck on a Wednesday. I didn’t know it was the flu, but I did recognize the familiar tickle in my throat – some sickness coming to greet me. At this point, most would have rallied the troops for battle. Me – I run a peaceful monastery full of librarians, abbots, and inn-keepers. No Shao-Lin monks, ninjas, or samurai to guard the gates – just a broom-stick to swing and a flower-pot to throw if anything really goes down. Well, by Thursday night, the invasion was in full swing. Poison had filled the temple and teas and tinctures would be of no effect.

Truth is – I had heard it on National Public Radio. It was the worst flu season ever and that one-out-of-five would catch it. Not me, I thought. It’s not that I was daring the flu to come get me (o.k. – I was daring the flu to come get me), because I have relative good luck in the area of health. Well, after dropping my son off Friday, I was down and all but out. Pain filled my head, my body was racked with chills, and I could only find strength to get up and take-in or pass fluids. That’s the bad news.

The good news is – these things always pass. They do or you die. That’s kinda’ how that goes. I knew that while I was lying there – that eventually the flu would pass and I would be back to normal. I decided it was probably a good idea to get some ninjas (in the form of teas and tinctures) and escape total annihilation the next time. Never-the-less, this too would pass.

Dreaming vs. Travel

There are subtle to very noticeable differences in the various dream-states. The first few days under-the-weather, I kept having this repeated dream sequence about Africa. I was not in Africa. There were no Africans. I was somehow trying to convince others of some truth about Africa. There was very little color to this dream and it seemed to always dissipate under the scrutiny of the conscious mind. Yet, it seemed like a most important dream at the time, since I’d had some version of it every time I fell asleep. It wasn’t.

Then, I realized that the flu had impaired my creative right-brain functioning. I couldn’t record a video for the MetaChannel and didn’t want to talk to anyone casually. So, what I was having was the kind of acute intellectual experience that sometimes accompanies ‘a marijuana high’. Whatever comes to mind seems rather deep at the moment, but pin-pointing just what was so deep in the first place becomes a more impossible mission as you come down. Somehow, I did manage to get that I spent too much time on Facebook and I needed to limit it to an hour a day. Don’t ask me how I got there from Africa, but that’s where the plane landed.

My Lucid Dreams & Astral Travels

With the newfound clarity in cleansing myself with the forced flu-fast and taking in more water than I care to mention, my lucid dreams begin to return on Sunday. Let me back-up a step. I noticed that I was out of recuperation time on Sunday. At 11PM that night, I was headed back to work and needed to speed-up the process of getting better. So, I grabbed the Archangel Gabriel medallion from the altar and place it at the base of my throat. I had a vicious cough and sore throat. I entreated the help of Archangel Gabriel for healing and the cough stopped nearly immediately. Over the next twenty minutes, my throat got 70 to 80% better. Then, I decided to try an experiment.

We have two veins that run the course of the body. For men, the vein on the left-side carries positive energy and for women it’s the opposite. So, I placed the medallion on my jugular vein. I put it on the left side and awoke in a lucid-dream/astral plane experience where my mom was giving me her blessing in my move to Houston. I will spare everyone the details, but I’ve gotten to the point where I can pretty much distinguish whether I am somewhere on the astral plane having a lucid experience from other things.

My Mother’s Projection

For example, in this experience – my mother wasn’t there. It was a projection of my mother that may have somehow been generated by a really long, silver blue-tooth like device on my step-dad’s head. When she is totally present in the dream, her body and clothes are more opaque. Upon seeing her, she looked like a well-generated 3-D hologram. It was her voice, her mannerisms, her house on the astral plane, but not her presence.

A Turn of Events

Well, when I awoke from that little experience, I turned-over. Then, I put the medallion at the vein on the other side (interior jugular). This time, I fell asleep and sweated-out the rest of the flu. I thought that was quite interesting.

What You See Is…Well, What You See

I still had no clue what brought on the flu in the first place. I did have some weird lucid dream experiences, but could not come up with any solid answers. Since you only get glimpses into the astral world, I have found it is best that you not make any solid judgments about what you see. Strong conclusions can be deduced from seeing things again and again, but this can take weeks, months or years.

The Bugs

What I am seeing a lot on the astral plane are bugs. While I was ill, I had one experience where I was staying with Drake and one of his friends in a hotel room while they were touring. Don’t ask me why? I questioned them as to why they would be staying in a room that had roaches. They looked at me like I was crazy. Then, I had another experience where I was at someone’s house on the astral plane and they had fleas – big ones, little ones and in-between. And, for some reason, they were on the stovetop. It was totally weird.

Angelic Bodies

I had another experience in which I saw two old friends in their perfected bodies. I think they were lunar bodies (bodies of the lesser light) that were perfected as part of some spiritual work they did this lifetime. These bodies were so brilliant, luminous, and perfect that I couldn’t help but giggle – that these guys were so, clean, chiseled, and brilliant. It was something to behold and was confirmative of something. The promises of great masters and prophets are kept.

Piles of People

I think I mentioned it before, but it does warrant mentioning again. The door and area in which I work make-up part of a portal to the astral plane. I’ll call it a semi-soft space. No amount of heating the area-up with a space heater relieves the chill in this area. It’s always cold. A number of times, I’ve nodded off to find myself awake in the astral world. Visitors come and go, but the most interesting thing occurred the other night when I awoke to find throngs of people coming through the door. There were scores of them, almost as if they were going to some party or night-club.

I jumped over the desk to kind of get control over the situation and got caught in the crowd. Turns-out, this crowd was headed downstairs for some event in the lower lobby area. I don’t know what. Any of those people could have been carrying the spiritual energy that resulted in my catching the flu, as sometimes diseases and maladies come from contact made with carriers in the spiritual world. I am not certain, but it was certainly enough of a crowd.

I’ve decided to do some spiritual work to close the portal for good. Or, at least, I want to send the spirits on to the next stop along the way. To that end, I will be playing the Usnisa Vijaya Dharani on a nightly basis. We’ll see what happens.

Life Lessons: the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

We all have different ways that things come to us. Those of us who are very fortunate just have a way of being in the right place at the right time for the right opportunities to fall into our laps. Others of us have to work fairly hard to keep pace. Still, others can use the power of prayer to access greater power. If there's anything I know from my experiences, my reading, and in communicating with others, it's that we all have our way. It's no different with learning. Some of us learn from books. It's enough to read about someone else and learn of their experience. Others have to see it for themselves - so to speak. For others, there's just no other way but the hard way.

For me, it's the hard, hard, hard way - almost all the time. The blessing is that I've developed some really thick skin and a high threshold for pain. So, hurt doesn't hurt as much, but it certainly gets my attention. Allow me to share two such situations with you. Maybe you're the type who learns from reading about the experiences of others. And, so, you will not have to deal with some of the same mess. And, if you do, just remember that you probably don't have it worse than disgraced cyclist Lance Armstrong.

Pissed-off Ancestors

Since my mom divorced my dad in 1991, we have had very little communication with that side of the family. My aunt, bless her sweet heart, has done all she can to reach out to us but it is quite difficult because it's been 20 years. Facebook has allowed us to retain some semblance of family connection, but not much. Well, as part of my spiritual practice, I have been sending money to my dad's family via the altar. Both grand-parents have passed and I have learned of a great-grandmother.

Well, one day I was asleep and became conscious of my presence at a paternal family function on the astral plane. I was there, along with my son and other family members. After a few minutes, I noticed that my son was missing. I thought - where could he have gone? I got the sense that the family knew exactly where, but were not telling me. So, I was quite upset. I thought - this is my family (albeit I didn't know these people) and they are holding my son. So, in my anger and upset, I approached some of the men in the family to inquire about my son and demand (or rather petition for) his return.

I made my impassioned plea to them, almost brought to tears by the feeling that family would be so cold as to take my son away. Then, someone (probably a great grand-dad or great-uncle) gave me a look and then kinda' pointed his head at a picture of Jesus on the wall. I assured him that I believed in Jesus and that what they were doing could be likened unto what the soldiers did with Jesus - taking him away from those he loved and those who loved him.

This got them to thinking a bit, as I rarely see people express emotions there like we do here, except as instinct or raw desire. After that, I awoke from the experience a bit upset but willing to look at the experience to see what was in it.

I discovered that I had not been honoring Jesus Christ or Christianity (which is the family faith tradition) enough. All of my work with other Gods, angels, and ascended ones was seen to be of little effect in their lives, which was quite poor judging from the environment in which they lived. They likely thought that if they had Jesus' help then things would turn around for them. Truth is - I was concentrating more energy on my maternal family, because those were names I knew and people with whom I was familiar. I had neglected my paternal side a bit and they sought to use the only methods they knew - spiritual "kidnapping" and "blackmail" to resolve the issue.

I had the Bible on the altar before I moved, but never placed it there after moving. So, I immediately grabbed the Bible, wrote a prayer inside, and put it up. Then, I sent them cleansing light, blessings and money. This was not in response to the kidnapping, so much as in response to my ignorance at having neglected them. I also made it clear that such tactics could not be used in the future or there would be hell to pay.

At times, I am hesitant about sharing stories like this, because I know this kind of thing is scary to some people. Thing is - you gotta' break some eggs to make a cake. And, Edison had to discover 1,000 things that were not the light-bulb in re-discovering the light-bulb. That's life...at least for some of us. We wouldn't have the lessons if we didn't go through it.


The Use of the Images of Gods, Angels, and Ascended Masters

As a graphic designer of 15 years, I decided to do a few contracts for some spiritual friends. As friends, they took advantage of lower rates, but I was determined to work just as hard (if not more) in completing the projects. Well, one client wanted a particular angel's name affixed to his logo and the other wanted me to re-do a logo featuring an ascended master. Well, all went well with these two projects. The logos were amazing and the clients were happy.

Then, each client asked me to affix the logo to their products. Well, things started to go downhill from there. I offered the same discounted rate and promised myself I'd work just as hard. That was four to five months ago. One client wanted the logo affixed to a t-shirt and wanted the t-shirt loaded to his website. No matter how hard we (mostly I) tried, I just couldn't access the administrative account. Then, when I did, I learned there was a second administrative user-name and password. The hosting company was perplexed, because the user-name and password they had on file is the one they would give us each time. I must have tried 30 times. Nothing worked!

It was in dealing with my second client that I figured things out. They wanted product labels for about twenty different products. I said, "O.k!" Well, the computer started breaking-down, it wouldn't connect to monitors, e-mails got lost - everything that could go wrong did. After spending a little over 40 hours on the project (wanting to keep my word), I finally said - "Wait a minute. Something DEFINITELY isn't right." Then, it hit me. Maybe this deity doesn't want to be featured on a product label and is blocking all attempts at it. So, I decided to reimburse their money and share the lesson with them.

Thing is - all other jobs were completed with relative ease. These were the only two that I couldn't manage to complete. And, every-time I approached them, I'd feel weird and uncomfortable. I thought it was just me being lazy or getting more frustrated with every attempt. Now, I know better. You'll notice that no one in corporate America uses a deity on their logos. Even Hermes brand uses an "H" or a horse and driver for its logo - not Hermes. So, let this be a lesson to all of you - don't put deities, the names of angels, words of power, or celestial scripts on anything that you are selling. And, don't align yourself with anyone who uses such as a logo, unless you are certain they received permission. It's kinda' like someone putting your likeness on their products. You wouldn't want that. So, the gods don't want you saying that they endorse you or your product either. Lesson learned!