Sacred Mountain gifting with NDE bonus fun!

warriorpoet · Joined: 05 Mar 2007 Posts: 43 Location: Santa Barbara

Greetings to all Warriors,

If you have joined Warrior Matrix in the last 4 years, I suggest you go back and read this post;
Roy´s brave story -
http://www.warriormatrix.com/viewtopic.php?t=1612&highlight=sleep+stud y
This man has real courage, and real faith. To put yourself in the middle of the Lion´s den
with no visible means of support, other than as directed by meditation and prayer, at great risk to yourself and for others is to put yourself in a category with Ghandi and Martin Luther King. I can remember every classified section of every newspaper for 3 decades had that add for Gov´t sleep study. Oohh, it gives me chills to think about it.

Next, I would like to thank Gare, for this post;
Gare
http://www.warriormatrix.com/viewtopic.php?t=156&highlight=
This timely post contains info about Gold and Silver that can truly help you and your family get through the current economic maelstrom, and inspired me to make a career change. Also thanks to nrgstream who posted this past summer for inspiration. There are many others here with great courage, and you know who you are.
nrgstream
http://www.warriormatrix.com/search.php?mode=results

When I attended brainwash University many years ago, they drummed into my head
the mantra of "Good writers". Be concise, they said. Be focused. Don´t be too personal.
Use analogies and metaphors sparingly. Don´t wander into politics, religion, or any other
areas that might alienate your readers and weaken your argument. With all due respect
to my professors, f#ck that. I am going to break all those rules. If you don´t like it, scroll off.

Why am I rambling so? Because I speak from the heart, and this is what my heart tells me to write. My name is David Silva. I have been gifting a gallon or 2 a month for 6 years, most of that into the deep Pacific Ocean via kayak. Before my current user id, I posted here as Sacred Dolphin, and before that as Red Dolphin. I do not seek your approval, or think anyone should even look outside themselves for a leader.
Frankly, I could care less what you think of me, but by writing this story, hope to inspire others, like Sensei, Roy and Gare have inspired me.
There are many here who have done much more than me, including a woman who wants to remain anonymous who gifted a gallon a week here in Los Angeles for many years with no family, no support system, and constant harassment.

Get to the "#%ing gifting report already! I am a very lucky man. Through my work, I got to travel to many sacred places. I got to live for a time with the Lakota Sioux Indians in the Black hills of South Dakota, and we watched the Northern lights together. I spent 6 months on Easter Island. I watched an Indonesian Holy man at the sacred beach Padang Padang say a prayer and bring rain on a cloudless day. But as it turns out,
one of the most sacred places I ever saw is a mountain near my backyard.
Prior to my main gifting run up that mountain, I had ventured 3 times in search of a path my heart said existed, but my eyes could not find. Each time my pack loaded with as much orgonite and water as I could carry. It is very steep, rugged, and overgrown. Each time I came down the mountain thirsty, wide eyed, and covered in poison oak.

Finally one day I sat opposite the mountain, burned some sage and meditated. A path was shown to me that seemed to go in the opposite direction up the mountain, but I did as I was shown. I went up the mountain a 4th time. Again I brought as much water and orgonite as I could carry along with strawberries for a bear whose tracks I had seen and turkey dogs for my Coyote and Wolf friends. I left early in the morning on a clear day. There was an ancient path, but it looked like it had been overgrown
for hundreds of years. 75% of the path could only be reached by crawling on all fours, and the rest of the time I had to crawl on my belly. I saw ancient rock carvings of Lions, snakes, whales, and a sphinx. I saw a giant turtle carving whose eyes
were carved bears. I saw a large carving of a Moai rock head, which only exist 5,000 miles away on Easter Island. Near the top of this impossibly steep mountain, there were little willow huts that would each contain several incredibly fragile puffer fish skeletons. Don´t ask me how someone carried those up the hill without breaking them. Each carving got a tb or hhg. Please don´t ask me to tell where this place is or ask why don´ t I call an archeologist to confirm this and share the findings.
I had to break some rules to get to this place.

The culture that created this is either Chumash Indian, who were here in California for 10,000 years, or even older, and I´m talking Lemurian.
This was an ancient vision quest path, and each time I saw an animal carving, I had to manifest the behavior of that animal to proceed on that section of path. Like when I saw the snake carving, the path demanded I wriggle on my belly for a hundred yards. The whole thing was like that.

There were many, many steep drop offs. Several times I had to press my whole body flat against a rock and shuffle sideways on six inch ledges, above 500 foot drops. Many times I had to grab onto tree limbs, and swing myself over chasms. If I picked a tree limb that was dead and broke off, I would fall and die. By the time I got to the top of the mountain, I had distributed 24 tb´s and several hhg´s, and had drank a little more than half my water. As it was all down hill from there, I figured I would be ok on water.
The way down was steep and rocky, with constant traversing, but at least I could walk upright. Near the bottom, there was a carving of a bull, and the dead branches were so thick, that I had to act like a bull to break through the dense overgrown branches. As soon as I broke through, I stopped. My feet were half hanging over a fifty foot drop down a rock wall.
This path was a dry creek bed and the drop off must have been a great waterfall when the river runs. But It was dry, so I could not go down the rock face. I had some rope with me, but it wasn´t long enough to tie off to anything sturdy and reach the bottom of the drop. I explored all possible routes, but the only way down was to retrace my steps up the hill and find another way down.

Water was getting low. I had brought my cell phone, and I called my wife. I asked her not to take our daughter to soccer practice, but to bring some water to the bottom of the hill because I was running low. I worked my way back up the hillside. It was hot.
The forecast had been cooler with winds, but no breezes yet. Long ago my hat had
tumbled down the cliff. The angle of the hillside and the afternoon sun made me feel like I was in a solar oven. This was late Oct. before any rain. I distributed the rest of my tb´s and hhg´s, and my pack was empty. Tired and thirsty, I gutted out one mile, and had less than half a mile to go, when my body shut down from dehydration. I lost all motor skills. Even though I could see my car at the bottom of the hill was only 1000 yards away, it might have been a million miles, because I could not move my legs. And worse, the remaining chasm between me and my car was so steep, I knew my wife would not be able to cross it.

I called my landlord, who had grown up here, was familiar with the terrain, and was working in his shop, just a few miles away. I said, "Hey, I am stuck near the bottom of the hill, can you bring me some water?" He said, "What have you been smokin? I am busy with customers, I´ll call you back", and hung up. I called 911. I explained the situation to the operator, who asked me questions for 30 minutes before I could hear sirens. I called my wife and asked her to bring a big bottle of water and hand it to the firemen when they showed up. I was doing deep breathing exercises and trying to lower my heart rate. I was trying to massage my legs to get them to work again, but I was starting to lose consciousness. I tried nibbling on a cliff bar, but that didn´t help.

The 911 operator was still on the phone and told me not to pass out. Easier said than done. I puked something out from way deep down inside me. I slapped my face to stay awake. I took off my shoes, and whacked myself in the face to try and stay awake. I sucked every last drop of moisture from my last plastic bottle, and then I started digging into the ground to find moisture. I could see my wife a half mile away, across the steep chasm holding the water and crying.

I could hear the sirens approach, then I could hear chain saws, I yelled a few times, "Over here!", and then I passed out. Then I woke up to see a fireman pouring water on my face. I took the half gallon bottle from him, took a healthy drink,
looked at the firemen and said, "You know I made it all the way to the top",
He said, "Was it worth nearly losing your life?"
I said, "Yeah, I think it was, but thanks a lot for saving me". After drinking a quart of water, I felt great. I put my pack on
and walked the rest of the way. The group of ten firemen at the bottom of the mountain eyed me warily. My clothes were shredded, my underwear was hanging out, and my entire body was scratched, red and covered with poison oak. My right ear was double it's normal size. The firemen surrounded me in a not too friendly circle. The older Captain eyed me and said, "What are you doin´up there,
growing pot?" I gathered as much composure as I could under the circumstances, looked him in the eye and said,
"I went on a vision quest". Surprisingly, they all accepted that and went back to their truck. I said, "Thanks a lot gents, I really
appreciate you coming out here to rescue me". They nodded. I said, "Are you going to send me a bill for $75,000?"
They all laughed at that one, and the Captain said, "No, but you have to fill out a form that says you don´t want to go to the hospital".
"With pleasure", I said. It was 5:30pm. I had been on the mountain for 11 hours.

Since that experience, I feel many changes. I am more thankful and loving to my family. I could absolutely care less about my previous line of work, the film business. Seriously, do people really need "Shrek 3" right now?
Recently after that, I found Gare´s post on Silver and Gold, and that got me started. Silver and Gold are the enemy of fiat currency, and the Feral Meserve. I have been bitten hard by the Silver bug. Last weekend I attended a Silver resources
conference in Phoenix, and I was heartened to see a lot of smart people aware of the fact that our Feral Gov´t is 100% full of crap, and they are finding their own ways to protect their families. Many of these folks are Canadiens, who seem to have more common sense than your average person from the U.S., but many were just plain Goldwater conservatives, who were tired of seeing their 401k frittered away. Maybe that´s what it will take for your average myopic U.S. citizen to join the fight against the feds, but whatever the reason, I say "Welcome aboard". I am convinced that Silver is good for you and bad for the feds. Gold is good too, but at nearly $1,000. /oz now, Silver is more accessible and liquid to the your average Joe, like me.
Maybe I should stick to Ocean gifting...javascript:emoticon(' Laughing

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Legendary investor JIm Rogers says prepare for "Inflationary Holocaust".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0u1-uUIWAw

Ted Butler is a pioneer Silver researcher and tireless whistleblower.
Here is a speech he made in Phoenix last weekend.
http://news.silverseek.com/TedButler/1235407708.php

http://www.silver-investor.com/ David Morgan (Good info)

http://www.silverstampede.com/ (My website that sells silver cheap and fast with only 1 0z. minimums)

With Respect,
David Silva

happyhelper · Joined: 14 Nov 2007 Posts: 169 Location: Mid south, US

Just read your story. Very cool, glad you're still with us. The world needs every last awake and conscious soul we can get. Not to take away from you as the individual ofcourse. Laughing

Thanks for your continued efforts, happy gifting.

Bill
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It's time to change this.

warriorpoet2 · Joined: 04 Mar 2009 Posts: 17 Location: Santa Barbara, CA.

Thanks Bill for your kind words.
You are right on. Not only after the NDE, but for 72 hours
before and after the gifting quest, my psi abilities were way, way off the charts,
compared to previous levels. I have never felt more in constant touch with the trees,
the breeze, the critters and the stars. I was reading the minds and speaking
the words off the tip of my family´s tongues so much, I was asked to, "please stop".

There was much more to the story, but much is deeply personal.
Suffice to say that my wife and kids will always hear, an "I love you"
as our daily routines require us to part, even for just a few hours.
If you have ever had an NDE you may also appreciate life more,
and fear death less. And I always keep a whole lot more
water with me everywhere I go.
Many blessings to you.
Dave