The Fourth Shift

Once upon a time, in a parallel reality, there lived a Little Millipede who had a fiancée. She was the sweetest and best thing on Earth, 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 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 resist. For the time being, the Little Millipede contented himself with a bit of a makeover and a series of photographs in the newspaper the wo...

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 neighbors 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. Again, as soon as people caught sight of me, they would look flirtatiously, sway their hips, or fix their hair. Gradually, however, 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 v...

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 r...

I’ve always had a hard time of it. When a voice started talking to me, I’d been sick ever since my teens—and in a way that in itself raises questions about your mental health. Namely: I was suffering from both electrosensitivity and ME.  It was a life of almost total isolation. The only person I really saw was my mother, who was just as isolated. That’s what happens when you're sensitive to electricity. 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. If you also suffer from ME (chronic fatigue) you don't have the energy for a social life anyway. And your condition is so depressing that most people assume you are imagining that too. At worst, even your loved ones leave. At best, they stay—co-sick and dragged down into your misery. My mother belonged to those who stay. But I’m not here to discuss the existing or not of electrosensi...

Ever heard of December 21, 2012? Yes, maybe you did—back then. There was quite a fuss about that date just before it arrived, but then everything went quiet. After all, nothing happened. Or did it? Do you know who made the date so famous? It was an American named John Major Jenkins. And do you know how he pulled it off? He managed to show mathematically that there were so many cosmic coincidences on that exact date that it simply couldn't be a fluke. Providing mathematical proof for the Great Shift of the Mayan calendar was the life’s work of John Major Jenkins. He demonstrated that the Maya based their entire calendrical system on an extremely rare cosmic event—the Galactic Alignment . This alignment meant a final synchronization of the sun's path with the galactic equator, culminating around the winter solstice of 2012, a date that marked the end of an era of 26,000 years as well as the thirteenth age of that era. Jenkins also showed that the Maya had constructed their temple...

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 toward a completely new world. Better or worse than this one? You decide! My blog reveals the patterns that currently shape human thought. It also 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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Without most people having a clue, humanity is currently approaching a point where a decisive change— a shift —will occur. How can we be so sure? The answer: Because it has always been this way.  Nothing lasts forever, at least no human civilization. Right now, our own civilization is accelerating in exactly the way civilizations do before a collapse.  This much we know: change is coming. The question is what that change will consist of. The beauty of it is that what we are heading toward doesn't necessarily have to be an end. The shift will be what we make of it. For some reason, ancient cultures were more aware of the cyclical nature of history than we are today. This is why the Maya, the Aztecs, the Sumerians, as well as the ancient Indians, Egyptians, and Chinese, all went to great lengths to create detailed calendars that could predict future events. According to a synthesis of the Mayan calendar and the Aztec cosmic system, provided by archeoastronomer John Major Jenkins...

This is a blog-style website providing the needed knowledge to raise your level of consciousness and help the world around you do the same.  ​ The Message  reveals the patterns that currently govern and limit human thought. ​ The Method  gives you the tools to change your way of thinking. ​ The Schooling  tells the remarkable story of how I learned this. ​ Pre-schooling  shows how an entire life—in this case, mine—is actually a journey toward insight. ​ The Greater Map  places both the message and my path toward insight into a wider context. The High-brow Edit  is the story in its most obscure version. The logical order of the posts is from the bottom up.