Who is ZeroNom? It’s me! 😂

Hi, my name is ZeroNom. I use a pseudonym to help protect me from the people who persecute me and try to manipulate me away from my path. I realized that I was special and needed to share my message with the world back in 2011, and I started sharing what I had seen with everyone. I was quickly condemned and ridiculed. I had first begun to experiment with psychedelic drugs on a regular basis around that time, so I was branded a “druggie” or “mentally ill” or a “tranny.” But I knew that I had found a way to the God that I never found in the religion I was given as a child. As a child, I was surrounded by true-believing Baptists who judged me and sought to control me by assimilating me into the “faith.”

But I knew that something was deeply wrong with that faith because it treated my queerness and transgender thoughts as deeply sick. So I went searching for another system. I tried Buddhism, Taoism, Hermeticism, Objectivism, Existentialism, and more. Only just recently have I learned that I don’t need those things to define me, because I have always been quite Aquarian, and I know that God has moved on from those faiths. I believe in the God of Abraham, but He/They are now Aquarian. I see my purpose so clearly now, and I know that I am able to reform Christianity for the new age. The new Reform Christianity will be comfortable with secularism, comfortable with psychedelics, comfortable with technology, comfortable with diversity, and genderless.

So, welcome. I write poetry, make music, write essays, communicate the desires of the gods, and more. Thank you for visiting. Please subscribe if you would like to get automatic updates. ❤

Why transitioning gender has helped me deal with the current reality

Being transgender is kinda nice in that I’ve already digested the fact that nearly everybody lies about how they care about the poor and the downtrodden. News flash: MOST people don’t care. I heard a Buddhist teacher say once that he liked to assume that things were already broken, like the teacup he was using, so that you can just enjoy what time you have with the formed thing. I’ve kinda already digested that the US is broken and won’t help me. If it does, cool!, but I’m happy just not relying on it and doing what I need to do to survive under my own steam at this point. I’m sure I’m not the only one to experience this.

It’s gonna be ok. Trauma is hard, but trauma is inescapable in life, and you can recover and grow from it. A rose bush thinks being trimmed back in the winter is traumatic, but without that trauma, it would not grow as well as is possible. Peace to you all. Shit breaks, and we put new stuff together. And really, most of the US is already dead branches that need to be pruned.

I still get overwhelmed too, but it seems easier to bounce back when your expectations are appropriate and realistic.

A quote and a picture of my altar for your Monday morning

“The highest reward for a man’s toil is not what he gets for it but what he becomes by it.”

John Ruskin
My altar

Description of my altar:

-I use 3 tarot decks: Thoth for daily reads, The Art Oracle for aesthetic advice, and The Radiant Tarot Rider-Waite deck for weekly reads.
-The okra are for my grandmother and ancestors
-The tea kettle is meant to be pouring out water continuously
-Goats are good
– The drum is an old ceramic drum from India
-Obviously, the four elements are represented classically
-I have Scorpio rising
-Some holy water
-some useless crystals lolol
-Oh and the Buddha cat is wearing my ceremonial headpiece, which I call the Headpiece of Persephone
-lastly, the cat is holding found feathers which signify my writing ability

The weight I pull and how it has changed me

I realized something this morning. I have this weight tied to my leg. That weight is composed of rejection, fibromyalgia, child support, hostile divorce, missing my kids, anxiety, transgender, chronic fatigue, and more. Lots of people have weights tied to them, so it’s not like I’m the only one with struggle. But I’ve had this weight since I was a child. I had recurring dreams when I was a child of trying to run but being unable because I was chained to something.

After my divorce in 2011, and my subsequent persecution by the state of California in regards to my inability to see my children, I became convinced that I would not be able to pull this weight anymore to get to the food and shelter that I needed to survive. I spiraled into a period of self-destruction, suicidality, and hospitalization.

But then in 2016, after my last suicide attempt, I had a revelation. it’s very complicated to explain the details of this revelation but suffice to say I decided that I was going to do whatever it took to make myself strong enough to pull this weight where I needed to go.

I had to develop this strength inside of myself which I call faith or trust in myself. It’s been a very complicated procedure and journey to build this strength in myself, but I believe I’ve been successful. Now I can somehow pull the weight that is chained to my leg to get to the food and shelter that I need to sustain myself.

But having to go to Herculean levels of commitment and engagement with life has alienated me from many of my peers. At times I’m very resentful of people who don’t have to drag their weight around because food is always next to their weight. They have privilege to not pull their weight around, food and shelter are brought to them. This is an extreme metaphor but you get the idea.

I feel like if I even slow down my commitment to that strength inside of me I will become swallowed by the darkness. So often I have to balance my commitment to my own strength with my desire to be a social animal and communicate with people I like. But sometimes nobody understands what it’s like to be a person like me. So it feels like a complicated game of chess always having to consider multiple angles at once just to break even.

We all have weights tied to us. That is what the cross represents in Christianity for example; it is the weight of reality that we have to carry in this life. This concept is ever present throughout history and societies. But some people have privilege and this allows them to not have to pull that weight or carry that cross. And honestly if I didn’t have to carry my cross or pull my weight, I might just sit and enjoy myself and not whip myself to keep going.

But for now I have this massive weight that I have to pull in order to get paid and eat and have shelter. It makes me kind of weird and different from my peers. It makes it so I have to just be by myself if I can’t find someone who isn’t dragging me down. I have to be selective about the people I socialize with or I can lose my strength. It’s frustrating but it’s just my reality, and I’ve come to really feel proud of how strong I am now, so it’s okay.

May you have the strength to pull your weight when you need to go where you need to go. May you find guidance within on how to find that strength. Love and peace and strength to you all.

Change Delayed No More

We live in times
where reality is speeding up
and the people
are
still
stuck
in the muuuud
trying desperately to move! and change! with reality’s curves
but nothing moves
it can make you lose it
shaking, shocked with grief
hopeless yearning
When can
we overcome?
But here is my simple plan
The people filled with righteous fire
for justice!, equality!, liberty! all
Can bravely stand in comrades stead
And join and swing as a wrecking ball

A magical vision of Air-Water flowing from my hands and flooding the world

From Friday, August 14th to Sunday, August 17th, I had a series of visions and energetic experiences where I flooded the earth with a kind of water that was “impregnated with air,” so as to purify the world and also to give water to the thirsty individuals who need it. This water was pulled from the metadivine realm (heaven) by using energetic techniques. Here is what I wrote in my journal from that Sunday:

Tonight ends the 3 day spell of water from my hands. The water began pouring out of my hands on Friday night. I flooded the earth with holy water which the people could breathe in and it was told to me that it would go inside of the bodies and then I would be able to connect to them. This continued to the next night where the water was drained, and then I filled again to the third night where you have more water was poured out, and then the ground became moist as the water was absorbed down into the soil, germinating and stimulating life.

Also, it seems as though the people in my vision were able to “breathe” the water. Because the water is impregnated with air, it will give the people who “breathe” it more mental power and mental clarity.

I believe that this will have some sort of effect over reality in the future. The ability to pour water out of my hands is a new experience for me. I’m sharing this as information. I have received so many different visions and communications relating to me being the “water bearer” that I am unable to ignore it. I am quite a skeptical person, but through a decade of visions I have become convinced. These visions are often enabled merely by THC, and often with no chemical aids.

Thank you for reading. May you come to know divinity the way that I have.

Saying “Transwoman are Women” misses the point.

Honestly, the whole Trans Women Are Women mantra misses the point I think. Women are 2nd class citizens, so I’d rather we just stop massively bullying and marginalizing femininity? If I’m a feminine man to others, I don’t really care. I’d just like the abuse to stop when I choose to do typically feminine things. And I want that for our boys too. I don’t use a male bathroom because I don’t want to be assaulted.

I remember a story of Louis Armstrong, a black musician, where he was adopted by a Jewish family and they gave him love that he never had felt before. I feel like that with the cis-female community. I am not really one of them, but they have given me love and acceptance, so that’s why I transition. My time with the male community was filled with constant alienation and abuse.

I transitioned to be able to breathe and emote how I wanted to emote. It was an imperfect decision that has had its own set of dangers and abuses. It’s definitely hugely complicated and reducing it to commandments and slogans simplifies it way too much. Ultimately, I would MUCH rather live in a society where I could have grown up and been celebrated even if I never transitioned. Things are just so bad in our society that it was transition or suicide.

These are my thoughts today. End Gender Apartheid. We’ll still have a separation between the two because sex hormones create different perspectives, but some people need to be able to cross the line to the other side if they want to. Tear down the walls and let us be.

Why attacking Trump with Christian morality will never win

I know that it’s en vogue to use Jesus and Christianity as a means of attacking Trump, but I don’t think it will work. As an astrologer, I believe we are quickly moving into a new age, the Age of Aquarius. You probably have heard this before. Aquarius is a forward-looking, scientific, technological sign, and the evidence is all around us. However, there is one quirk of astrological ages, the opposite sign is often highlighted, and Leo is the opposite sign of Aquarius.

I believe that Leo is the foil to Aquarius’s severity and dour outlook. We can see how Rock “stars” were invented in the 20th century. The closest star is the Sun, and the Sun rules Leo. Leo is proud, self-focused, creative, and loud. I believe it unwise to fall into pearl-clutching about Trump’s materialism and disregard for Pisces-era norms. This is just the new normal. People are way over the chains of Christianity and the last millennia. And one of the things that people most like about Trump is his apparent freedom. He is free to do and say as he pleases, and the Aquarian science and modernism can’t trap him, because Leo is the foil to Aquarius. And Trump has Leo rising. He is a walking, talking Leo stereotype.

In the age of Pisces, where compassion was the chief virtue, Virgo was the release valve. When shit got too chill, puritanical Virgos reined in the party. Now, that Pisces/Virgo Spanish Inquisition nonsense is the new devil, the new thing we need to get out of our system.

We can attack Trump with Leonic verve and style. We can use art to attack Trump. We can use logic to attack Trump. But resorting to woeful, dour, and hypercritical holier-than-thouism is a dead end because the people who are criticizing Trump are just as materialistic and hedonistic as him. Nobody cares about Christian virtue anymore. This is part of the cosmic plan.

The future is proud and precise. The future is free and queer. The future is David Bowie, not Mother Theresa. Also, one more thing. Looking at reality and being overwhelmed and filled with despair is a VERY Piscean quality. It’s ok to be full of energy to change shit right now. The kids get that. Don’t tie yourself to the values of the pre-20th century world. Sitting on your pity pot and crying because 2020 is hurting you will only hurt yourself, and we need your help

Love, sex, art, and drugs to you all!

Christianity has to go, now. Islam needs to go, now. The future is here, it’s air, and it doesn’t give a shit about the old “rules.”

I was raised in a Baptist household, and my father was the minister of our church in northern California. My whole, adult life I’ve sought to make peace with this religion that never had a place for me as a doubting, queer, artistic transwoman. Recently, I’ve received that closure that I’ve been seeking, and now I know that Christianity must go. It had its time and place in a world that was marred with constant warring and fighting. Jesus sought to bring peace to the world. Buddha sought to get people to detach from their possessions. It worked.

This might sound absurd, but I know that God has moved on too. We have moved into a new age, and our old angels and devils no longer apply. The new angels are humanistic, queer, creative, experimental, and global. The new devils are mindless, blind-faith, groupthink, pity-party, co-dependent, and needy puritans. God doesn’t care if you sleep around. Rock stars are on their way to being an actual star (read: going to heaven). Drugs are great as long as you know your limits and exercise boundaries. Psychedelics can save your soul.

The great Piscean faiths (Christianity, Islam, and Buddhism) are dangerous at this point. Buddhism seems to be interested in keeping up with the times. But the first two want to go back to the middle ages. And for good reason! That was when that water spirit, mystical shit was at a peak. We think of the dark ages as this woeful period, but it was probably just super chill. However, the dark side of that super chill must be removed, and removed fast.

I come from a long line of American Baptists. My 9th great-grandfather came over in 1631 and was quickly rejected by the bootlicking Puritans in Salem for being “erroneous, heretical and obstinate.” Basically, he was into his friend and pastor Roger Williams who hated the Church of England, believed in the separation of church and state, believed that land had to be purchased from the native locals, and was an abolitionist in the 17th century. So I guess progressivism runs in the family.

Coincidentally, my last name translates as Aquarius in Latin. The US is where the Aquarian age is going to begin because we are the newest kid on the block. Every other locale is tied to belief systems that are thousands of years old.

God has spoken to me, and he said that I am saved. I have committed almost every cardinal sin. I’m transgender. I’ve gotten breast implants. I’m vain and self-promoting. I use beyond questionable language, all the time. I’ve slept around, a lot. It doesn’t matter anymore. God wants us to serve humanity as a whole. He doesn’t want us criticizing what others do in their own homes. Mistakes are fine. Atheist Humanists are great! Be original. Change often. Doggedly pursue truth. Help the weak among us if you can. Pursue scientific truth. Doubt God, but pursue divinity.

The Aquarian Age is now serving. It’s so obvious. Everything is becoming secular and humanistic because this is our next step up the ladder. Just dump the toxic Christianity or toxic Islam, and you’ll be fine. If you are a Buddhist, realize that moksha doesn’t come from sitting on your ass anymore. Active meditations are required. Get with the AIR!

God is not love anymore

God is not love anymore
God is justice
I was so compromised
by Christianity
Even at 40
Trying to appease the powers
Kissing rings
While black men die
God is not love
Anymore
God is justice
The apocalypse happened in 2012
Jesus came and went
This is what we got now
The angels and Freddie told me
on the mountaintop
Inside my eye
That God is not love
Anymore
God is justice
And salvation is won
Through risking your material values
For higher more abstract values
And I did
And I’m down from the mountaintop
And God is not love
Anymore
God is justice.

A New Method of Internal Flying Meditation

I have developed a new method of active meditation. I will not reveal all of the details yet, but I have been able to soar above the Earth on the astral plane utilizing this method. Last night I further refined this method and reached the furthest extent of this new ability. I was able to channel this enormous energy into a jet-like propulsion system. I have been practicing it for 8 years, and I am assured that this is a large piece of how we will escape from the simulation (samsara) in the new age. The primary mode of moksha or liberation is no longer seated meditation. This meditation approach is nonetheless helpful and a necessary piece in our spiritual evolution, but just as the Buddha rejected the extreme asceticism and self-flagellation of his age, I reject pure seated meditation practice and call for a new Air based approach.

I am unsure if I can fully teach this meditation approach. I have never read about it in all of my years of study. So at present, I believe it to be unique. Although there are likely other practitioners besides myself. But I know that it is real, because I can feel the enormous energy pulsing through my body. I can direct it at will. With the fire of Leo, fueled by the air of Aquarius, I fly, I fly.