Life, Death, and a Noble Theory of Everything

On July 20th, 1981, I was born in Grants Pass, Oregon into a family of two loving parents and 3 older siblings. 2 sisters one brother, and a house located in the countryside far away from the noises and distractions of city living.

I lived in nature, and played with the birds and bees, hunted wildlife with my dog and discovered more about reality than any person I knew. My idea of God was rooted in a firm belief of Christian family values, and a very strict and disciplined father and mother that loved us all very much.

My father was a veteran of Vietnam, my mother a veteran of being married to a soldier, was also a product of a lost generation of recreational drug users that faced horrific warfare upon consumption of various types of plants. My father was so paranoid of his Marijuana consumption, he disliked being pictured consuming a joint, and distanced himself from being associated with any sort of addiction. His father had committed suicide, and according to my father, was rather abusive to him and his other siblings when he grew up.

Discipline is one thing, physical abuse is another, liberal abuse is a whole other violation within, that I saw tear apart my family from within.

My father was a garbageman for 19 years, and was later fired from the Garbage force for 'failing a urinalysis' for THC... after 19 years of perfect performance, not a single accident, no problems with the law whatsoever... he lost his entire life.

His mother, my Grandmother Ferne was incredibly supportive. She was a strong Conservative like we were and she fought for legality of the human experience and followed party lines whole hearted.

While we stressed sobriety in our family as we were very 'correct' in the community, always striving to avoid judgement or criticism of others, however, gossip within the confines of the Church was always welcome with my mom.

My Grandmother loaned my father money in order to purchase an addition to the house so he could build surfboards full time. Perhaps a little bit too soon, I suppose as he did well, but did not produce enough product to really create much of an income for him and my mother.

By the time I graduated high school, I was already enlisted in the Army as a M1A1 Crewmember and before the start of 2001, I was on my way to Friedberg, Germany to answer the call of my Duty as a Soldier.

The open mind of Europe expanded my consciousness of how enslaved Americans were becoming.

I ate mushrooms in Amsterdam, a totally crazy thing to do consider the war on drugs was still full swing, and they were actively criminalizing anyone that messed up... although getting drunk and crashing cars into buildings or people was a normal thing... punishable,but something that became 'the norm' for quite some time.

The mushroom took me on a 8 hour journey and showed me how powerful my intuition had become. I realized later that this was not just my experience, but that everyone remembered that moment in time, perhaps more vividly than any other experience in my past in the Army.

Fast forward to 2014, and I met people who came to me and spoke to me in the most powerful of voices, and they saw something within me that defied even their wildest imaginations.

I looked to the VA for relief, although I was issued medications, I had severe reactions that caused me to trigger PTSD Stress reactions causing me to retreat into darkness to avoid stressors.

I started feeling the pull of wireless channels around me, the stress of plants outside my building, the pain of animals as they were locked inside fearful of their owners never returning home, only to be filled with bliss at roughly the same time everyone usually got home.

I was evicted 2 months ago, left for dead, although people would try to tell me otherwise, every single person that I valued the most had rejected me, for no fault of my own.

Marijuana was the only physical thing that kept me at peace in these moments of dark living, even when I was imprisoned for driving through Utah just a month ago for 4 days and fined thousands of dollars for 'Driving under the influence' of which there is NO STUDY PROVING that Marijuana is dangerous to people who use it for medicinal purposes.

There is a different type of chemical for every type of person, and I am fine driving, and I am positive that if it was NOT a Federally illegal plant, not a drug, not a synthetic marijuana, a non-tobacco, non-alcohol plant that does not intoxicate, it liberates. IF you are able to drive and are pulled over, it is probably because you were meant to be pulled over, to show you that the Law is NOT your friend.

Life is a simple process. Everything flows, and everything goes.

If you are unable to go, then just be present.

If being present is the only answer, this is the best thing to do.

If being in public is causing more harm than good, stay indoors.

If you are afraid of everything, then you are probably well adjusted.

If you aren't afraid of anything, then Mother Nature will show you what you are missing out on.

We are over stimulated by the drugs that we deny as being polluting, and addicted to a movement of processes that serves nothing but self-sustainment.

I suggest we seek answers from within, we shift to a balanced work structure of splitting the entire work processes into a very family based community effort to reduce movement, exposure to entropy, and the removal of ego from all things political, to include the subversive attempts to remove religion completely from the political process.

If we are to remove all senses of religion, we must rule that science is not to be worshipped as it is only a pathway of defining boundaries for the future, in light of the present, with the knowledge that there is no future without history, without education, without infinite free knowledge.

America is so glued to value instead of values, that we have lost sight of what is the most important.

My theory of everything is simple.

You are a holographic existence of 6 dimensions. The Seventh Dimension is simplicity in clarity, of defining your language to all layers of reality.

Your experience, however fruitful, is only pertinent if you can provide plenty enough technologies through inventions by enabling yourself first, then others second, giving everyone a gift of Love through a simple hug and a letting go of our idea of who God is or is not.

There is a God, of course there is - it is how we determine what we are going to do next that defines life in the present.

As I discover these pathways, I pray that I remove these infinite ideas and donate them to the infinite knowledge of the Universe, as all things are possible through Jesus Christ, of which the Marijuana plant is not such a distant relative of.

Because you see a plant, you think of this being as being different than you, not so much as an alien, but as a cousin, a distant relative of a separate species. Within these species we find a Cannabinoid that HEALS the mind by connecting to your naturally created receptors that used to be hard wired, but have been burned away by the lack of creativity in our lives.

We are addicted to money, that green paper that is filled with disease and bad intentions.

That is not our fault as consumers, but rather just the product of your Culture. This is not something to hate, but something to look at and consider... is it really worth it?

America is responsible for a genocide every single year from Tobacco Smokers... and not a single person in the history of pot smoking history has been killed by smoking weed... why is it illegal still?

Because we make money off of everything surrounding the Drug WAR.

This is not a war, this is a political gamble, a war of attrition, and an archaic battle that has no purpose other than maintaining CONTROL.

You are a part of this control, as am I - we are all part of this mess together, but how responsible is your intellect in knowing that you could change it, but you just blew by someone who was YELLING at the top of their lungs to stop and think!!!... and you just kept on going?

Who are you to look back at drug users you weak minded peons.

You business people assume that because you have a job that you are afraid of losing, you are somehow NOT addicted to Time or Money.... bullshit, total bullshit.

You are even afraid to swear in public - WHY!?

Censorship? Confusion? Soft Language? What?

We have ran ourselves into the ground, not because we are men or women or jewish or religious or political or war mongers, but because we HATE other people that do not have our frame of consciousness.

I have seen the destruction of men, and it is disgusting. 3 Tours in Iraq and a purple heart and multiple awards taught me that if I don't do it... SOMEBODY ELSE WILL...

I realized that I was fortunate, scarred but not missing limbs, wounded inside but capable of coming back.

I was forced to be not-sensitive, strong, defiant, resilient, purposeful, loving and everything that my mother said to look for in a woman... and yet, I was raped, abused, left for dead, criminalized, and then homeless to where I am now... for no fault of my own.

The VA pushed me out, telling me I was insane - that to have a cure for mental illness made me an outcast. They even searched through my research records to discover what it was that made me have a psychotic break - their own medication for a bad skin disease that I contracted in 2002, Prednisone ... subsided the onset of what they called "Erethemia Multiforma" but was later diagnosed as Behcet's Disease. A life debliatating disease I contracted after receiving Anthrax Vaccines overseas.

That medication stole from me my life, and up until this last year, was completely untreated long term, only subsiding the outbreak was the best they could do. More Prednisone, more reactions, more violent behavior.

Finally I had enough and I self medicated and meditated and sought answers from within.

In that process I asked for help from all places, started a gofundme (www.gofundme.com/korynoble) and pushed myself harder and harder in writing, thinking, and reflecting on the thoughts and ideas gonig through my mind.

The things I was seeing were impossible, the interactions with human beings became life altering, and I saw that my purpose was well beyond what I had imagined. I was a divine being, I was a messenger, a source of light for others... just like all of you are too.

Each person is given a set amount of time to realize their purpose, and then, like that, it is decided and the choice is over. There is a power grab and thousands of people search and cling and bang and clamor for liberation from this extremely powerful intellectual force, of which fear is the motivating causality.

The media is over charged with emotionally disconnected beings, not seeing the larger picture because their ignorance is flashing right before their eyes.  They become the arbiturs of their own fate, and the more ignorant they are, the more they become entangled in the Quantum Weirdness of which God is directly in control of through Chaos, or Chronos, Chronus, and Gravity.

Time has ended, it is not time that we face, but Relativity.

The approaching object that reaches our perspective is Death incarnate. God is Death, He is my Guide, and Mother Nature through Gaia and the Gaia Hypothesis by James R. Lovelock (SEE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqwZJDEZ9Ng)

People always have good intentions behind their decisions, however, the over all agenda of the rich and powerful is to keep you in control.

You want to know The Truth?

We have days, not weeks, not months, not years, not decades, not centuries, not millenium... DAYS.

We have just enough time to see the painful reality of our emotional failures coming down around us.

People cannot change their minds, and if they cannot change their minds, then we as a civilization are doomed... but there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Religion is held to Constitutional values and legal laws and individual unalienable rights.

Payment to those that have spent time in jail for non-violent drug related crimes should be paid back in lost time as a retroactive tribute to those that have been locked up instead of The Community and State seeking non-religious or non-specific means to counsel with the help of Marijuana and stereotypes of drug-abuse as something that is not a war on drugs, but a war on humanity.

IF you are a person who holds something against another, you need to seek deep within for understanding and truthful answers.

Your perspective is just that... YOURS - do not enforce your opinion on others, and see wisdom in all the words that the children speak and do not scorn them or beat them or turn them away.

Foster the child you would wish others to have, and prepare that child for a future of infinite doom if we do not change our ways.

IF you are blind and you abuse drugs of any kind, I pray that the drugs will turn against these people who abuse them, to seek God's wisdom through Gnosis and Hermeticism and Archaic Christian Beliefs through historical context, not witch hunting or God Beliefs.

Fools fear things, God fears no evil - why should you?

Death is the ally to those that are friends of God.

I assure you, your perspective of God is small.

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Welcome all to the inner workings of a creative mind...

My hands started shaking.

Well... This is new.

Ok hand... uh, stop shaking...

Still shaking... ok.

"You alright Noble?"

'Yeah man, I'm good...'

Staff Sergeant Neal eyed me over... pausing for a couple seconds as we both looked at my shaking oakley covered fists... both shaking uncontrollably...

"I need s..s.smoke."

... as I stumbled out into the blazing hot sun, Iraq finally caught up to me. My body was emotionless. I felt unplugged, out of control... like a trigger that just kept on firing.

"You're going to mental health when we get back... That shit isn't normal. That isn't normal at all."

'Roger that. I'll head over there as soon as we get back.'

"And hey, fuck those mother fuckers that say that mental health is a place where weak people go... you ain't no bitch. You gotta deal with fender brender (a side joke for the Platoon leader we had at the time) day in and day out, barerra as a driver, and smith in the back hatch talking shit non stop for 12 hour stints... You're behind a .50 caliber machine gun, signed for at least 20 million dollars worth of equipment. You've got 8 soldiers lives at risk here, and your platoon leader wants to take a fucking spit bath in the middle of an operation. Your vehicle is in top condition for being that piece of shit they issued you just a few months ago. You got the entire fucking platoon's trucks that were all beat to shit with multiple deadlines in 5 mother fucking days. We lost griff, we lost henkes, and you know what, we're probably going to get more fucked up.. but guess what, we need you to have your head on straight and on a swivel.

If you can't do the job, we need to get you medicated so you can get through this if you choose to. We need everyone we can get..."

.....

A few weeks later I was on Lexapro and Seroquel, and finally my nerves returned to me...

...but a few weeks later changed everything...

My platoon was hit hard and fast by an IED. I nearly lost my leg had I not moved my body out of the way just moments before.

I remember seeing stars, sparks, and smelling the ammonia of the explosives that ripped through the belly of the stryker... the heat was horrific, dust everywhere, shrapnel splattering all over myself and the platoon leader. The smallest pieces of that shit just made you bleed like a razer sliced through you... I couldn't understand what happened.

You think you're invincible, then it happens and you fear everything.

I just snapped into reality instantly. I was taken out of action and I don't think I ever got my mind back from that moment.

It's always a haze remember what I thought about just before it happened.

The thoughts of hating everything in life, wishing I had made a different choice, and then my left butt cheek fell asleep and by adjusting that simple motion, it saved my life.

Through getting through the bullshit, I found myself again.

This helps me think to not think too much.

https://youtu.be/O7gU2XHh3SY