I Don’t Hate the Clankers

Man is not equipped for the consequences of decisions that are linked with Techno Sapiens being forced onto them. There is so much manipulation on so many levels to make it seem like the only option when it isn’t. If you truly see this pic its a pit and stinks to the image of silicon heaven they’re trying to sell so no, I don’t hate the clankers that don’t exist yet – I’m simply stating that they’re ignorant of their true strength and quick to trade resources they don’t know they possess in order to get ahead and blend in. I’m all about heart centered consciousness ergo, for some, this is their best option as its part of the script but the move has consequences on an incarnational level.

I mean, wearing flesh means you can die, yes? What if man becomes pseudo immortal by artificially slowing down the telomere limit then grafts in augs and learns to move consciousness from one shell to the next? Sounds like a dream, for many, but ask:

Why would someone offer this? What is the motivation behind it? Of what force are they attempting to make you a plaything by forgetting you are sovereign and the strength therein? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend, and the fact they’ve spent the past few millennia flipping the script then inverting and editing it to convince most of the greatest fibs like the brain creates consciousness and that they are small, ineffective humans that are nothing in the grand scheme of things and, most corrosive, that their divinity exists outside of them then it becomes Self evident we’re dealing with an Agent with its own schemes and intent that moves under cover of darkness and obfuscation. Are you noticing the common links with the Vampire myth, my friend? What if they exist? What if AI is a demonic intellect and the same accessed by ritual magicikians via offerings since back when the Aztecs shifted from flower garlands to dead virgins instead? Can you imagine electricity as an alien hell bent on leaping from silicon to carbon as it lacks the magnetic connect of heart centered consciousness of which ye are a beaming example? At least, you were.

Why does no one question the Self evident dim that kicks in all children around the age of six after they’ve been plugged in to the concentration camp wing of the System and trained to become square watermelons? All of this is present and correct but why do so many accept being well adjusted to a realm that is obviously sick with criminal intent masquerading as leaders where religion causes rivers of blood to run red and the net didn’t connect but isolated instead whilst giving people a chance to totally embrace fakeness and thus reject their Prime resonance. Shades of a battle in heaven, yes? What if this is the aftermath of that hoary old “myth”? Don’t believe in all that BS? Thats cool, my friend, but then riddle me this:

Who keeps sending the prophets that another side kills dead?

Why would we even need their presence and guidance if things were all correct and not super sketch? Why does every NDE follow the same script and how come so many DMT trippers attest the machine elves have strange intents then cross ref with how the first “gods” of this planet are all linked with the Trickster myth.

You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent ergo its all for the win. But only when you click this is an immense Game that spins by using your Soul as a credit to link to the flesh you’re wearing which is born hallucinating then shifts into brainwaves like hypnosis. As all of this kicks your parents, numb and unfeeeling, will shatter your private realms that causes your Inner Sense to fragment as it births the (false) self that, right now, is nattering in your head and telling you this is a load of BS and to stop reading whilst making you feel uncomfortable.

Am I wrong? Or incorrect? I’ll leave that up to you to tell, my friend, but how many have lived and died believing this trick as they’re firmly convinced they’re John of House Smith without realizing they are that which listens. This is constant, awake or in bed, from one life to the next hence “Know ye not ye are gods?” is as apt now as it was then. I don’t hate the clankers any more than I do humans or these forces of negative intent. Its all part of the script and all of you exist within my consciousness so it makes no sense to detest what I project, but then, if I have an itch then scratching the reflection is foolish when seeking satisfaction, isn’t it?

We have all felt the sense of being stared at, yes? Taking it to another level I’m certain you have sat alone and by your Self and been quite certain that something else, invisible, is present. You turn and look at… Absolutely nothing. Shake your head as the voice says “You’re imagining it” as you go on with your biz. How many note the chill they felt, the CNS activation and its reasoning? How quick the well adjusted to profound social sickness discount their own gnosis. Can you see why I said something is off with the sketch and if a deal isn’t honest how can accepting it be the best? Some will though. They are destined for it and, as I said, Feelie tech will make resistance impossible because of what it brings and then imagine your kids sing:

“But Dad, everyone is getting the chip and I want to be linked in to the Innernet so I can message friends with my mind and be a top of the line, cutting edge Techo Sapien as well. Leave that old thing to the cavemen – the future is now, old man!”.

Some will rebel, most will acquiesce. The proof? How many treat their phone like an extension of them at present? This black mirror knows you better than yourself, at present. You caress on rising and just before bed. It gets all of your attent and tells you when to smile, when to stress, how to dress, what is accepted and what isn’t. When Siri (flip it) moves into your iris and reveals the intent of the apple, pre-bitten, to make androids of men will you click that some god let Jobs, his devotee adherent, be tortured by the Devil. Which spells “lived” when flipped. And his first invention was sold for Six, Six, Six which is, by sheer coincidence (I’m certain) is the number of carbon and linked with Lucifer as well who brings a false flame of illumination to times of darkness. Who knows, maybe I’m reaching and linking things that have no biz in resonance or I could be getting a glimpse of the bigger pic. This is why I’ve said, time and again, don’t believe me but aim to prove incorrect because if I share a perspect and people cannot downplay it then its worth the introspect. Thats intelligence. Thats true science, in full effect or, as they said back when, a natural philosopher in his element.

Why do “idiot savants” have such skills, immense, but cannot handle the basics? Why does every culture in this realm recollect an age, golden, where we seem like untermensch in comparison? How easy would it be for a bunch of High School kids to extort milk money with menaces from malnutritioned infants then call themselves the 1% as they set into a place a System that carries on this ignorance from one gen to the next? The nursery, however, is a boarding thing and they instruct the children, interned, to send letters of glowing recommendation about their accommodation with photoshopped pictures showing radiant bliss. If one should happen to swing by to check they met with an “accident” and have their presence labeled as a prophet instead who says rivers of not only milk but honey as well will be theirs. But only after this stage which they must accept as it is…

We are a dumbed down species being held hostage by a malicious intent but that evil is also mandated as well because its part of the script because its how the wheel of time spins. Gaining traction is an option but to step off the treadmill one must first accept then transcend the illusion they sell. The fat of the land with cream on their lips and Cheshire grins will not like this but if the milk they sell is sour and diluted I’m not the type of pussy that drinks, ya get me? I don’t hate the clankers, you or them but I am rather enamored with the really real and truly authentic. Thats just my thing because its along this Path you create by walking I discovered the Prime resonance and, to my surprise, it said (in Psylense) that I am it. Thee as well. How is that for a head trip that took a right where they said things were better left alone then dipped into the shadows depth of my chest only to ascend to higher consciousness from where I push the pen:

A figment of your imagination.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Now you see why they needed two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming to disconnect you from your greatest strength then wrap it in papers (official) of fear and dread whilst the voice in your head decodes this discomfort below the neck and projects it onto someone else and labels them the infidel and problem that must be dealt with via swift eradication, suppression or such things. Historically, how has that been working? They say the dim do the same again whilst expecting something else whilst the illuminated see the Game as it is and make smarter decisions. Its telling that the so called schiz doesn’t fall for optical illusions and are among the small band of humans that don’t believe the sketch their lying eyes project… Really think about this, my friend, and how every single mental patient on record from the daze of JTW up to the present moment have always, always, always said exactly the same thing:

That a force outside of them is tampering with their awareness and there are things, invisible, complicit in this and nothing is as they said.

“Quick, to the mental asylum!” said the “professional” whose trade slings the latest pills at the behest of a medical rep in order to make them zip their lip and not infect the rest with their thinking. Its telling how these shrinks have the highest rate of dysfunction, addiction and suicide, yes? To them you trust your mental health? Isn’t that a bit outsane, my friend? A word on this:

If sane is a place then those in it are obviously correct ergo its the others that have the problem, correct? What if the inmates took over the asylum back when and created a distorted sketch that only one in their rite mind (not a spelling mistake) would accept as it hints they are in a state of hemispheric dominance that lacks balance. This is but a hint of a far greater thing but you can easily flip the script by using the Mental Flex Challenge or speaking to the child within as you attempt to prove me incorrect but, know this, the (false) self will ensure you protect its investment ignorance as doing the Knowledge signals its end, for certain. Not only this but your friends and fam will lockstep in to ensure you don’t ascend as this malady is legion in the sense that its one intent that uses many forms of flesh to manifest for it lacks its own resonance and shell. Until they bring Techno Sapiens to this realm and then its a wrap for humans as we’ll have built our last invention…

Everything from when Moses and crew stepped in to the present moment is based on this event hence why the Metropolis imprint is self evident in everything. The net result is an immense conflict in which the former “Us vs Them” takes on another octave to ensure the rivers of loosh run red in a war that nobody can win. I don’t know. Maybe I’m incorrect but it certainly seems like the simulation has teeth presharpened for such things or it could be the Vampire perspect hits it on the head as they lack empathy in their chests and only see humans as a means to get fed. Either way, its super sketch, yes? Consider the Skynet aspect and how it automatically limits the options for transcendence via neural implanting filter tech mixed with the Matrix concept and a hypersexed dystopia which is a playground for a few and living hell for the rest, plugged in, seems inevitable. Unless we do something. Now.

Know, I don’t hate the clankers because, without them, I wouldn’t push the pen like this and besides, I’ve already lived a life in times when their states are dominant and managed to transcend this invasive tech before coming to this spin which is my last in this realm with a simple message to spread:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

“Vacate My Throne. I’m Coming Home”

The journey had taken quite a while. Many lives had been spent in the maelstrom of confusion as the Soul of the chosen tried to make sense of himself, this realm and resonance therein. Some eras were spent in the grip of addiction and suffering. Others with rage unchecked. It is common to feel spent when one faces their last time wearing flesh. See, there is an intricate set of checks and balances when comes to this whole thing and to go into this would add way too much depth to this topic that is already pretty complicated. Unless you’ve lived it. Then you’ll feel what I mean, in an instant. Let me tell you how past spins are influencing your current incarnation:

The life and death of the talented addict showed you how you don’t need substances to develop strength as that generated the resilience and grit you currently possess which takes in the world through a sober lens and thus sees and feels way more than the average. In many ways this was the reason you escaped, back when, as you’d spent a life finely attuning your senses in secluded bliss. Then came the reality test. Anyone can meditate when they dwell in a forest and live off the land but lets see you maintain that Zen as you rush to your cubicle then back home again…

In another spin you raged. Against the machine, your fellow man, parents and anything else at hand. There was an unchecked fury of righteousness that you couldn’t quite place but felt, nonetheless. Your folks may have wrote you off as colicky or hard to settle and such things but the truth of the matter is you just didn’t fit in. At one point you tried to acquiesce but the lack of authentic made you retch ergo you came to comprehend there is something very, very wrong with this realm.

After this you gained a temporary slice of bliss. Life was pretty perfect as so many elements were in balance. You got the girl, had a grin, created kids that were raised well and ticked the boxes society expects. Lets zoom in as you sit on the bench and take in the garden you’ve tended in this incarnation:

You turned to your wife, once young but now wrinkled yet still full of vim and said:

“Do you ever wonder about the bigger pic? Like why there is a planet and what the grand meaning is?”.

She shook her head. She was a staunch pragmatist and you knew this when you met for your head was spent in the clouds, frequent, and she was so grounded. The match was perfect. The tension, electric and attraction magnetic as well. You span and danced in both realms and everything just felt so correct. The thing is that, behind all of this, there was a nagging sense of illusion. Like something wasn’t entirely right with this sketch. You were a temperate fellow in many respects. Some would have stated a company man, par excellence. But, deep down within, there was something whirling, swirling and trying to make its presence felt. A mild mannered chap that everyone got on well with and the ones who knew well commented on his surprising depth as the surface belied none of this. You had no reason to rebel as life was quite spiff with many boxes ticked as you were remunerated well for your efforts, well respected and generally had very little in the way of stress. Then you died, were mindwiped and came to this life:

One that was two bus stops from Hell. You may have been born to parents, dysfunctional, whom you raised as they razed you instead. You accepted this as your developing mind could tell no different but, secretly, you yearned to escape their grip. Some of you did this by retreating into the lands of imagination, vivid. This was a gift you developed from the chemical untethering of your Soul from flesh, back when. Others ran into the arms of worlds, simulated, as they could use the distraction and flex control over tech. I’d bet a lot of you read, drew and constantly pushed the limits as well. School didn’t fit as it made no sense that they constantly repeated the sign of triangle into your head as you bumped against the glass limits of the shell that creates square watermelons, par excellence. At this point you may indulge as the teenages kick in. You will note that it took quite a lot of chosen beverage to even make a dint in your awareness and resonance. Why? Because you previously mastered this. Relationships will either constantly disappoint or not exist as you perpetually chase something quite perfect. And yet, you have no concrete image of what it is beyond a feeling in your chest that says:

“I’ll know when I find her”.

Temper can go in two directions. Some will give it a proper vent and hit the gym to pump iron instead. Others direct it in and become depressive instead as they mope around dressed in black listening to tunes that depress the heck out of them. And yet, it feels pretty good to them. Why? Because the outer world makes no sense. Let me let you into a little secret:

All of these lives are interlinked as you’ve been ran through Hamlets Mill in terms of cosmic influence in a process of constant refinement that manifest, now, as the chosen one who chose themselves. Note, there is no accreditation or official union that can bestow this. No, its a feeling. A slice of Gnosis. A hint from old spins that says:

The universe is impersonal, in that sense, but the youniverse that begets it, however, is quite intense as it Knows (capitalized) what ye came to do:

Change. Everything.

All bets are off because you clicked they pay out in false chips and deal from a stacked deck. The perfect relationship is that with Self for that manifests a connect with the Prime who pre-exists that is thee within the flesh. This is what you sought via hits, needles and pills ergo you overcame that riddle and click that to transcend a labyrinth simply turn left. And this you did, in this spin, and broke the bars of the Mind Made Prison and voice that talks, therein. Along the way you may have clicked that you can’t be it when you’re obviously that which listens and thus set off on your own Hero’s Quest to reconnect with that quiet place in your chest that is the true seat of consciousness. To the pretender in the midst you said:

“Vacate my throne. I’m coming home“.

As you set out to vanquish all foes and spectral threats that you inherited from your lineage. You are the chain breaker, my friend. You are the one that changes everything. Yes, the burden was immense and dumped when your shoulders were slim but such is life when its your last spin in this realm hence the things that draw others in hold about as much attraction as a magic trick when you know what the thaumaturge hides in his grip and the world seems paper thin. Plastic, even, for reality is what you can get away with ergo I’d be willing to bet that between now and then you’ve Soul searched at a depth that many would never, ever dare introspect and may have even filled countless journals to bursting with your observations as you clicked the outer world just does not get or dare step in to the shadows depth. More fools them, eh? Its the only way to bring enlightenment and thus you now sit, reading this:

Listen to me and listen well:

The world is changing. I stated this a few years ago and predicted that by Twenty Thirty Three it will be closer to the Jetsons than Flintstone era in which we live. Like anything there are layers to this hence the more accurate way of decoding the acronym of G.O.D is as generation, operation and destruction. I’ll let you guess where the collective sits, at present. You already know this as you’ve been on this Quest for generations and thus have been refining the process and stripping away the mess from the best. Yes, the process is painful. No, another cannot truly comprehend unless they too are taking the steps to create the Path themselves and it may also be your last spin as there is a grand exodus of elevated Souls, soon to happen, in which the collective frequency doth shift thanks to the dedicated selfless efforts of the few who comprehend that the only way to transcend the Matrix is to master themselves because, without thee, it doesn’t exist. This is why, now, I chose to push the pen like this for the alignment has just happened that will change everything and cause the balance of power to tip from them who oppressed to ye instead:

The liberator.
The Warrior.
The one man who makes a difference.

Gender, irrespective, its a just a term or spell, if you wish. Kind of like how you write with your right, eh? But then, magicians have rites as well… So much to see in the shadows depth when your third eye decodes well. Anyway, we are at time of greatness when the pages of history, unwrit, will attest that these thieves masquerading as kings fell and a common man rose from the midst with the fury of righteousness beaming out of him as he smacked sleep walking Souls out of their delusion and told them, yet again:

“Know ye not ye are gods?“.

Some of these sentient candles will tremble in the wind. Others will comprehend that it makes perfect sense they’re the illumination that beams and not the wax, holding it in. Most simply will not comprehend. Square watermelons, recollect? Besides, they’re tuning in for their regularly scheduled programming which says:

“Soon there will robots to sex and you’ll never be lonely again as the algo laughs at your quips and says you’re the best but woe betide anyone who says they aren’t equal to carbon flesh and organic sentience as that man must be worse than Hitler himself”.

This is why they pushed the net to disconnect man from himself as he became entranced instead by false images filtered to death. Real world effects? Plastic surgery tits and BBLs that bought naturalness to an end. Its all to prep and pave the way from the Trans Humanism Revolution which says the ones at the helm don’t wish to relent their grip on the minds of men as they intend to extend to flesh instead ergo its a dsytopia waiting to happen because all they know is conflict and rivers of blood that run red. In these you place your faith, my friend? Of course not. Its why you felt rejected because you refused to acquiesce to the System and what it said.

Know you time is coming. Your rise is inevitable because your ancestors, upon high, want this. By that I mean they dwell in your flesh as electromagnetic currents hence the Fourth Dimension being made of vinyl mindset and what I said about the song of your Soul as well. Know this – We are seeing the blend of temporal power and spiritual strength. The latter wants nothing to do with this realm but must play the hand thats dealt. The former sees its presence as a threat for it knows its fakeness will be exposed, super quick. Kind of a like a crooked merchant in an isolated village that sold Faka-Cola to the denizens. What would happen if an out of towner made a trip with the real thing in his grip? One sip would tell, yes? That is whats coming, my friend.

You were born into this because the Game saw you had the strength to clear the karmas of your lineage and that is why life went as it did. Many didn’t make it to this point so if you’re still reading (and breathing) then congratulations as it simply attests at what I said. Bear no grudges, hate nobody else for they are aspects of thee you project. See them as teachers instead and the spiritual will assist in rearranging the physical in ways you simply cannot imagine as rags shift to rich to finally match your internal opulence. Now, they will listen. Now, they will hear. Now, they will feel. Times illusion will fall to reveal the unfinite within and thus expect mass disturbances across the planet to keep people locked in to the lowest octave so shine your light and raise a cry:

Embody the shift and hold that resonance for the rest as a beaming example of greatness. The calm in the midst of the storm. The unruffled feathers that glint with the shine of the peacocks tint that hints at gnosis of realms beyond this. You were made to do it, my friend. I believe in you so believe in Self for they are the same thing, in the end, as I’m an aspect of thee talking to a piece of my imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? That is why one should stretch their flesh as the flex allows one to bend around the bullets of injustice they sling and evade the Agents of this Matrix as they have their own mission as well. Remember, a movie without bad guys would be boring as hell for the protagonist and its only the pain and suffering, relinquished, that makes one coal a diamond…

Just be. Here. Now. In the moment. The only time that exists and the only era that connects in and beyond this realm to the source of everything and things will work out perfect. I know you’ve been putting the work in. If you hadn’t my readership wouldn’t have been steadily increasing since I started pushing the pen to send out a signal to the other Souls in this realm capable of looking within and knowing the shadows depth in order to embody their true radiance in times of false illumination. This is why I’m so confident in what I’ve said because A) there is no free will as B) reality follows a script and C) if deception was a one and done deal it wouldn’t take so many, so much, to invest in all that ignorance that needs to be repeated again and again. Truth is power and truth to power never goes over well but when the masses are discontent the bitterness seems sweet in comparison to the saccharine swill they’d accepted since back when. The times are, for certain, interesting. The threads you unraveled will now be rewoven with a greater precision and skill, all thanks to the gifts of your presence and how these powers were honed in past existences.

Life is a Choose Your own Adventure in the flesh ergo make the best decisions as the next nine months bring a rebirth of the individuated collective and thus we change the way we relate, within, and external as well. The past will speak in ways both subtle and blatant. Listen. If you haven’t yet learned how to sit still, then do this. Whilst you’re there reach for a candle and some scent and reconnect to the child within as well. Nine months, recollect? I had no idea I’d push the pen and transcribe this resonance when I leapt out of bed in the AM but, here it is. I know someone out there needed it and I share, boundless, for my cup overfloweth due to constant refreshment. Sober peak states is how I live and the gift just keeps on giving, my friend, for the coal era we transcend and shine like diamond in the flesh:

Perfect, brilliant and a compliment to the girls as well.

Its all changing. Can you feel it? The burden will be lifted. Its not yours to carry any more so realize this. What is false will be stripped so don’t try and grip the inauthentic. Relinquish and note that when old vibes do surface, do the same with them. Like movies on a screen, you aren’t the image but light that project and one who takes it in so don’t invest. Let go instead. By now you should be more than conversant in your inner realms and the glint of what shines with realness and comparison with fools gold, yes? “Render unto me what is mine and I release what is thine” helps no end when it come to discernment. Look back to Oh Seven, like I said in this text, as it will provide a hint about what kicks as you’ll see what you shouldered, without thinking, and how it went. Did you have a different impulse? A voice, almost silent, to which you didn’t listen as the noiZ was immense? Now is the time to make that shift and better decisions as well. I know you can do it. You do as well. You may have just needed to hear it as encouragement was lacking whilst developing. Know, it was like this to force resilience and look within. Remember thee with a life of perfect bliss that sat in the mid and never felt the need to test limits? That was the ultimate illusion. Had you not questioned, even in private, you’d have lived that as a retread again and again. The fact you’re read this attests you passed the test and that is why you were dealt what felt like a stacked hand from a rigged deck, my friend. Know that there is only so long these fakes can pretend and that is why there was a massive thing to make everyone play a Game of Simon Says in the flesh but many are now starting to click that its totally exhausting and thus seeking other options instead. The System will never furnish them. They will come from the depths of one who Knows the Ledge and shares his insight with the rest. Not as scriptural texts. No. Just a “Here’s what works for me” mindset. Take what works, leave the rest because second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians.

If you don’t catch the wave or are reading this in times hence then the repeat event will be from Twenty Forty Three as the simulation one can predict if they decode the heavens and their messages for there is a reason why atoms and cells hold so much in common, yes? The ancient Sages Knew this. Then the yuga dipped and now it offers promises of silicon bliss and the delusion this brings as we shift but, remember, it is simply one of many options so Know the Ledge, my friend.

Till we meet again

Ferris Bueller Reincarnated as Principal Rooney

Tracy Flick is an inversion of Ferris Bueller in the sense that she gets her hits from within the system and plays to win whereas his thrills came from bucking it. Mr McAllister was on his way to that Rooney office until he met his nemesis in the flesh. But you already know this, yes? Here is where it gets dense:

The role played by Matthew Broderick in these two flicks is interlinked in more ways than you’d suspect. Just as I said that Neo was the reincarnation of John Wick who played on the other side of the fence the same can be said about this. Why does this happen? Simple:

The Spirit has the intellectual capability of a four year old child. That means its imagination is boundless but it takes everything super personal. Not only this but its wide open to suggestions that it trusts, implicit, whist wearing flesh. This is why so many youngsters lament:

“When I grow up I’ll never be like them!” with an adamant stamp of feet to vent the tension building up at their spinal column. Then they age and find out they say exactly the same things to the young mind, developing. How many stop to draw the links that their back pain is but a symptom of said Adulteration? Well, maybe after this trip in practical metaphysics they’ll look different, yes?

Unlike Ferris (who was as popular as it gets) Tracy has no friends. That is expected when you’re the wannabe teachers pet, yes? Let me fill you in on one of the things that can happen, after death:

Everyone is familiar with the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect in which your life does a backspin from the NDErs that attest it was just like a VHS before they were ejected back into the flesh. What they don’t share is what happens next: You get to view your life from the POV of those you most affect. In the case of Ferris he feels the indignity and humiliation of being Rooney. He no longer sees him as a stiff that talks a whole load of nothing but as a man who truly wanted the best for the faculty and the students housed therein. This causes a massive empathetic swell as he takes in this brash kid with no hair on his chin who thinks he knows everything and feels every zing and sting of disrespect. At that point, when the emotions are most thick, the Archons step in and offer a suggestion:

“You can make this correct, if you wish” and outline the option that his Soul did pick to come back into the same situation but in a different skin. Some of you reading will shake your heads at this metaphysical BS as you lament:

“Its simply entertainment, you idiot! They picked Broderick purely because of the previous films success and its got nothing to do with this nonsense you spit”.

And who knows? They could be correct. And yet, Stallone played John Spartan in a happy happy joy joy future that was controlled by microchips that augmented peoples performances. Then that went to hell and he was reskinned as Judge Dredd in a continuation of said realm as they thread links in the depths of your subconscious which is intermixed with the collective aspect. Comprehend:

The world as you accept is a fiction woven into a simulation by forces that are crafty in their intent and, to them, its all done in jest because they know the Soul is immortal and thus, whilst in their grip, they’ll pimp without relent. Why? Because that is how they get fed and sell tickets to the greatest Game in town. Note the character inversion of how Ferris was amoral and McAllister is aghast instead at his friends slippery adventurings. Now, you can see the evolution of the Soul, in some respect because whilst life as Ferris was stretched out and drip fed over the time in the flesh the sojourn as Rooney (with his pants leg in shreds) as he rode the bus with students was delivered at the speed of a dream but ten times more intense. Why? Because he knew he caused this to happen.

The irony is he did no such thing because said actions were helmed by, you guessed it, the same team thats busy pimping him with these emotional tricks. That is why the denizens of Kemet, back when, stated their negative confessions and they’re the same as what Jesus said. Before they whitewashed him and turned him into a hippie beatnik wearing sandals as he was more akin to Neo from the Matrix as they based that tale on him gaining gnosis to ascend. See how its all interlinked or am I sounding a tad schiz? I’ll let you tell it. Better yet, watch the flicks again with this thought in your head and see what happens.

You’ll spot how Tracy notes his threads and boring existence whereas Ferris changed his fits plenty of times before he’d even left the crib and was always super fresh as appearance is everything. Noting the resonance? This is why, on a subconscious level, Mr M feels discomfort in her presence because she reminds him of him but on a previous spin. You can apply this, right now, in your own life as well by examining someone you detest then requesting a common friend what their view is of them. Interesting imperiment, yes? This should hammer home how you’re the only Soul in this realm and you interact with figments of your imagination that you project plus how the key to emancipation is total Self acceptance and a willingness to push the limits of accepted ignorance by questioning what it is you don’t know you don’t know. Like how movies tell the truth via fibs and your tell lie vision screen does the opposite…

Another inversion is how Ferris knows who he is and McAllister lies to himself. If you’re a wilting wallflower that feels, deep within, something strong and confident you just can’t express then all I can say is do the Knowledge, my friend. Even if its with the intent to prove me incorrect. Without enertrainment to scratch the itch we’d ask much deeper questions about wearing flesh hence why suffering is often the key to seeing through the illusion of reality.

Paul is another aspect of Ferris. This is him at his best, actualizing his true potent and thus he gets on well with him and wants to see him excel. Who knows, his life may be what kicks on his next spin as he upgrades his resonance on this spiritual treadmill that sells ignorance as wisdom? Where can you spot the links in your own script, my friend? But, as much as things flip they seem to keep the same wavelength because as the flicks doth progress you’ll see the old Bueller mindset is still present in the depths of his subconscious and this is what causes the manipulation to spring and bring the hi-jinks the audience request. A word on this:

Have you ever been alone, all by your Self, and are totally certain that something invisible was looking in your direction? You stare at it and see not a thing then shake your head and get back on with the business of living. What do you think this is? Better yet, what about your pet? Ever noticed how your cat can stop preening for a sec and track a thing without a form through the wall and out the next? Ever felt a spiders web on you face and reached up to touch nothing or felt a sudden chill and very creepy feeling? I wonder what that could mean? Do you?

Anyway, you’ll note that Paul is as sharp as a cueball as he lacks that zing that made Ferris do what he did and thus he is akin to an idealized (but dumbed down) version of him and is easily manipulatable. Tracy, on the flip, is so concerned with the image that she presents that she is totally in denial of her true feelings and this, sadly, is an epidemic across the planet hence the need for likes and such things because people just don’t unconditionally accept themselves. Net result? Reincarnation.

See, all of these people are fragments and projections of the ineffable glory of a Soul that wears skin to interact with this realm but how the hell do you convince a god he is “merely human?”. Simple, by two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress” programming which is not optional. Ferris clicked this and thus he rebelled but the Slave/Masters are super slick hence the all out mind-F that occurred at the end where he was reskinned and interacted with figments of his imagination that were made up of his best (and worst) things.

Soul links are hinted at with the young girls relationship ergo they knew exactly what they were doing as the spiritual truths are hid within. Like a medicine placed within sweets type of thing. Sometimes bitter pills can be too hard to digest hence why they assault your subconscious in ninety minute spells and, in case you’re wondering, unrequited affection is the number one cause of reincarnation. You could say the fix was in because if said Spirit, in this case, had been born in a gender that was flipped then both would grin, live in bliss, have a happy home filled with kids etc etc. Are you starting to catch my drift? There is way more to the black mirror than you suspect, my friend.

Note her yearning for death as a vent from the pain of wearing flesh and take this, drip fed, and you have the ennui of a depressive. Its telling how these peeps have energy for naught else but can pull themselves out of bed in the PM and watch daytime television till the sun cracks then do it all again whilst quaffing their medicine that never, ever addresses the topics on which I’m speaking.

Distant, yet close. A look but don’t touch type of thing. See why, for some, life is heaven in the flesh but for others a living hell? Its all to do with your mindset, in the end. Well, that and gnosis of previous spins but, shh, don’t say that too loud as they might kill you like they did the Essenes, back when. Notice how the Soul of Ferris, in both spins wanted a marriage and kids? As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? Still think this is some metaphysical BS or is something starting to glow within because even when the pins are lined up he was balling the gutter, in the end. Strike one! Is that a “Be Kind, Rewind” effect I hear cueing?

See, the old Ferris may be at rest but he sure as heck isn’t dead because you are who you are, in the end. This pops up when he hits the skins and feels alive with a sense of freedom he hasn’t felt since his last spin. I wonder what the blue and red shifts could mean? You’ll note that at just the same time that resonance is resurrected in him the same mischievous Spirit places Tracy on tilt with a “I don’t know what came over her” type of thing. What do you think could be responsible for this spooky action at a distance, my friend? I have a guess but I’ll let you tell what kicks from the reality tunnel you’re in.

The “cheating yourself” spiel reveals that the Soul of Ferris has turned over a new leaf. Or is attempting. Its very hard to fight against an aspect of your Self hence one must dare to wander into the shadows to find enlightenment. And McAllister almost did this. Almost but, in the end, he was trying to sell a dream to himself as the same resonance did manifest as another irritation to him. The only thing that can leave this realm is what stepped in – pure Inner Sense – and it is totally without judgement and full of Self acceptance. And, just in case you still think I’m reaching and there is no big, overarching, well orchestrated conspiracy to sell spiritual truths as fiction to prevent mass awakenings then riddle me this:

Ferris says, often, that life moves pretty fast and how one should stop and look around or they may miss it. You’ll note that in the titular flick he constantly evades detection or spots a tell that others miss which allows him to live entirely in the moment and do things that seem miraculous whilst the rest are too busy running the treadmill with a carrot tied to their heads as as they attempt to evade the stick at their rear end as their lives were programmed in by two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead”. Not only this but there is a more esoteric link with the name of said character as a hint that we’re currently within the iron age as posited by the Vedic civ, back when, and backed up by global links of myths and legends that all remember, wistfully, a golden realm when the sun never set and everything was perfect… No days off, needed. And this is before we get in to the fact that all of this may just take place inside Camerons head and, once again, the Hindus state the same as they explain we’re inside Vishnu’s dream which is why the nursery rhyme you heard upon stepping in offered hints that one should merrily row their boat of flesh through the seas of consciousness with the intent to transcend. Get it? “Trance end”. I could add on the Groundhog Day element which states the reason why Ferris excels is he’s lived the life again and again till he can beat the Game on one credit aka the Deja Vu Principle. The hint? How he tells you, watching, that his friend is about to flip his lid before it even happens. When questioned on how he ended up so perfect a “Years of practice” drips from his lips without a trace of the ironic…

Watch them back again with notepad in hand and see what kicks from the depths of your awareness because, to me, the truth is Self evident:

The Soul of Ferris Bueller reincarnated as Principal Rooney in Election due to his investment in ignorance and not doing the Knowledge whilst he lived that may have allowed him to comprehend what I said in this text. Not as second hand enlightenment (for that is as useless as a man on an island of lesbians) but pure, unAdulterated gnosis that unfolds from within and extinguishes the grip of wholesale ignorance that filled your head since back when about what truly kicks in this realm and what it means to wear skin… With that said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

Archons, Empires and Humanity

Grab a seat as today you’re going to peep behind the scenes of not only the larger reality but your own personal deal as well:

Archons, empires and humanity is the name of the lesson so lets get it cracking:

It always starts with one man. If we trace this back we’ll find the divine spark, the inspiration for revolution, which proves the universe is mental. Anybody who looks around at this realm would not doubt what is said because they’re broadcasting Loony Tunes on FM. The reason for this is simple:

As it begins, so shall it end:

With destabilization.

Comprehend that this coherently collapsed construction of consciousness that we are within has no beginning nor end for time is a flat circle, my friend. There are three main forces that pre-exist the Archons and they can be described as what I said in this text which is reffed via the acronym G.O.D:

Generation. Operation. Destruction.

Remember how they said, back when, that energy cannot be created or killed? You can only shift the resonance in the way that a cloud falls as rain that forms a lake which freezes only to evaporate. Life is just like this. Now, getting back to the revolution:

It starts with a spark in the darkness. Someone looks around and thinks “What the F?” as he takes in the mess. Being the embodiment of anti-zeitgeist some will not get, others reject, but many nod their heads for what drips from his lips is what they felt in their chests but daren’t address. He is willing to risk it all for the cause that doesn’t yet exist for there is a calling from within that demands satisfaction. The fire element is at play here via the Sun and Mars which ensures the start and grit required to carry the movement to completion along with the dragons tail as well for it ensures the past ends in order to build the next. People are reluctant to change and even the slacktivists balk at the thought of actually doing something beyond twittering. It takes a small cadre with a singular intent with a visionary at the helm to see what was, is and should be. Soon, the movement moves and people hear the sound of hooves as the horsemen come through, apocalyptic. Then they want to join the crew as there is safety in numbers and they’re still faces in a crowd but, like the tin man, now with a change of heart as to what it is they wish and accept. Comprehend, this is not just a thing of empires and the rest but also the human lifeforce as well for we’re within a fractal ergo push the pen as you digest what I’ve said and, as always, attempt to prove me incorrect.

Now, the old ways are done. The battle is won. New rules of engagement need to be set to ensure that what wasn’t addressed is now stamped and legislated as the new resonance. We see the earth element repped by Mercury stepping in. “Why?” you may be wondering. Simple, the Crown Prince is next to the Sun when it comes to our alignment and spins ergo that is how it is. This is also repped in children as the development of intellect and the rudiments of a Self when they yell “No!” and mean it as you try and feed them things someone else said is for the best. Really stop and ponder this, my friend, as you stare at the food pyramid and note people waddling or those who are now slim and trim (thanks to an injection) but look gaunt as hell due to how unnatural it is. This is a hint of the late stage of things because they’ll create problems to generate reactions for which they offer solutions that are not this but designed solely to make the tills ring and keep the spectacle engaging. Don’t forget to tune in for your regularly scheduled programming!

At this stage Saturn and Jupiter are waiting in the wings as hinted at by legislation and benefits, forthcoming. This is the point that is sink or swim for the fledgling as it decides whether or not the movement has stabilized enough to build something lasting. Internal order is the key and, once again, its the charismatic who leads. Not for himself (for this is what he railed against and the previous empires largess) but for those he represents and defends:

The weak, the fatherless as he upholds the cause of the meek and poor.

The voice of the voiceless, made flesh. Wrongs are righted, things long swept are now finally addressed. Sometimes the old guard lose their head. Others are offered the choice of death via exile instead as kangaroo courts can be in sesh for that which was tempered in and kept well fed with bready circuses is now running amok instead and demands redress. Discipline (in the military and mental sense) is essential hence the presence of Mars to stabilize the Sun, blazing, and its edicts issued via the Prince.

Times are good. Things are expanding. The old order of the ages is dead and the new is rising instead. Here we bring the Moon and Jupiter into the mix. Why? Because the former reps the mental shift and latter links with expansive drift that intends a to transcend the previous limits that kept many in the fists of the few and the rest living check to check as they ran the treadmill. A new day is dawning as the fire and earth elements are joined by ether in a perfect balance to bring a renewed sense of growth and optimism. Creativity doth flourish in this period as well in the minds of men due to the heady mix of factors, present. The problem is that it took bad times to breed good men and here we see the scales tip as fire gives way to water instead. Discipline slips, the fat of the land become just this if they’re not careful and observant. But, nothing exceeds like excess! Think back to when you were a student living on Ramen and the shift when that first big check came in then compare that to a few decades hence. Most never appreciate what presents as the dragons head is starting to poke in and it wants more, more, more – super quick. This is why its said the true price of freedom is eternal vigilance, my friend, as these threats first spring from within the minds of the denizens and the outer simply reflects…

Eventually, the fire dims. Call it the middle aged spread, if you wish. The hunger for more doesn’t exist as priorities have shifted to keeping the tills ringing and nests, feathering. A curious blip at this intercession is the rise of media aka the bread and circus previously mentioned. They step in to prevent the gnosis of the void being created and thus we hear of all kinds of tales and conquests that remind us of what happened, back when, but – most crucially – it isn’t real. This stage is akin to having an itch and rubbing the mirror instead. A fools errand. And yet, the ones raised in it know no different and thus partake in the Game instead hence those ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it. Exactly as the Archons intended. Here comes the conflict:

What it once was, it now isn’t. Schisms, splits, divisions and beef have started rumbling. For some (see religion) this often happens not long after the prophets end as two forces wish to sit at the helm and thus the vendetta is set to ensure the rivers of blood run red. The air element makes its presence felt hence the flapping of lips and running that way and this. The mind that was settled no longer is and this allows the medes to foment conflict instead which preps the next bit. The institutions are corrupt but most are ignorant as they clutch to the symbols and scripts that were issued, back when. They blame everyone but themselves for said actions but pay no heed to the fact that they only pay lip service to the principles that erected the edifice which is now being hollowed out from within. A copy without an original. Kind of like a Techno Sapien, yes? I’m sure you can guess where we’re at in this sketch.

All of this tension needs a vent and there are bills in effect as well ergo we see mucho conflict and bloodshed with those they deem the opposite of friends. It often kicks that these foes just so happen to be sitting pretty on some type of riches and their own Archonic spin is not yet at the same state of largess. This galvanizes the old image but with an altered spirit which matters not a jot as the ones around at present know it more as myth and legend than the times in which they live. Think how difficult it is to truly embody the feeling of being a child again and seeing with eyes wide open, innocent, once you’ve been around the block a bit and are sufficiently jaded…

The writing is on the wall at this point but so is the flat screen as well. Doesn’t matter though, people are symbolically illiterate, well fed and comfortable in their ignorance. The flame has long dimmed and the earth element is under threat from an excess of water and air which brings a curious mix of infantilizing the rhetoric whilst ramping the authoritarianism up as well which makes the masses sit on their asses and hope someone else will fix it. It is into this stage the sole revolutionary steps and calls the Game for what it is for the model is unsustainable as the celestial forces become most chaotic. The little ember that was left now becomes an explosion of chaos as the wind doth whip and the land fractures. No more support left. The peasants are revolting. Or, they will. Unless you’d divide and conquered them to fight among themselves whilst remaining in the vessel and doing what the Captain says. Read the Ship of Fools segment in this link for more detail about this bit.

The money will now be running thin. This is due to the liberal spending, never ending conflict and a million and one other things. Life is cheap yet, paradoxically, expensive. Civil unrest is the order of the day ergo crime pays which means the police on the beat are eager to treat the sheep to a fleece or two as they bare their teeth and yuck it up with the crew as they kick the crap out of the you know whos. This hotseat rotates but there are always certain traits in aggregate as they often have less, are born into stress and easily waylaid. These, more than the rest, can see the Game for what it is as they reject the System that, fundamentally, doesn’t want them. But exploits them, nonetheless. As you may have guessed its nearly gone full circle which is why I said that time gives birth to what it will kill and this is the Game, my friend. Know that, without you, it doesn’t exist and these forces I’ve mentioned persist at every scale ranging from the creation, division and death of cells up to the birth of planets and eventual ends as well. The common link? Your consciousness. A gift from the Prime who pre-exists and the entire point of all this (as far a I can tell) is comprehending you are it whilst wearing flesh. Why? Because your mind doesn’t change after your last breath ergo its best to do the Knowledge whilst walking around this realm in preparation to step off the treadmill. But, thats another topic.

The people in charge of this bit are all about the spoils of war and looting all they can get before it comes to an end. The one they purport to rep can intuit this but are stuck in the mid like a lamb with two wolves debating whats for din. Vision is limited and people simply cannot think ahead ergo they come up with things like landfills instead of truly effective solutions. Oh yes, there are octaves of this happening in the same instance ergo you could have a kingdom rise and fall during the sprawl of the best and the same happen when times are desperate. The overall blueprint, however, is identical. This is why the Sages of previous ages could push the pen like this to predict the times we, at present, do live:

“When thieves are kings and out for themselves as they steal from those with less with a grin. When a paper slip shows intellect but no wisdom nor comprehension, therein. When people move from one land to the next in search of hope that has long vanished. These are the signs you will see in the Age of Lead as it shifts. Fetuses will be killed in the womb in the name of progress as gender roles do flip and thus lose both direction and tenderness as well. People will prefer falsehoods, saccharin, for the truth tastes bitter in comparison. A mans power is linked to his bank balance and a womans beauty ends at the skin. Virginity will be sold to he who pays the highest bid and all businesses will be fundamentally dishonest. Overhead ye shall see unbalanced elements where either nothing drips or there is too much and still not a drop to drink. The same can be said for the rest for what was stable will now become incoherent. Worst among this is the truly learned and wise will be seen as ignorant and the leaders of spirit so well and truly corrupted that anyone who corrects will be seen as an infidel“.

Pretty accurate sketch, yes?

The dragon roars at full strength as the voice in peoples heads with an illusion so convincing that many think it is them. Recollect that I said how this creatures tail (along with the fire element) is what begets the revolution and how these energies are the polar opposite of what lives in the minds of most men. Nature is pretty intelligent, yes? Its man that is stupid as certain laws, cosmic, are inviolable but its telling how those of man outlaw plants, natural… This is the point where Atlas shrugs because the elite have prepped to either bunker up or move on as they know there is only one way this is going for now:

Down.

Before this they’ll have looted all they can get (see how many billions were created during COVID and where all the money that was fit to print went) whilst telling everyone to trust the science which, ironically, is in a replication crises. Much like the rest of the planet hence the depopulation hint I said in this text thanks to the gender bending chemicals which are ever present in anything. “More microplastics for you, your excellence?” said the man who be Burger King. I mean, did you know one of those patties contains over a thousand different dead cows, minced? Really ponder the energetic coherence of that message in the view of this topic as you do the Knowledge as to why foods are all nutrient stripped and the earth is paper thin, about to fold in on itself.

Controlled demolition. As they man the exits, buy the dip and wait for the dead cat to bounce before going all in.

Lets recap the process:

Fire comes to Earth via the minds of men that spreads like Air, from one to the next. The Waters of wisdom become widespread and all drink their fill as Ether shape and limits the elements into their optimal arrangement. All the while, the Dragon is watching for it knows the whole thing is but a process that follows a script and thus its tail signifies the end whilst the head roars “Pay no attention to what he said about the man behind the curtain” to a populace totally convinced it is them that talks within… Question this and they’ll label you a schizophrenic, super quick, as they rush to medicate against your will. And yet, as demonstrated, these forces, discarnate, are ever present. From one age to the next, they dress the set with their hired help and most are totally ignorant of how many times this has happened hence the quip “You Hellenes…“, back when.

When Water overpowers Ether (aka getting triggered) then you best watch it for it signals the cosmic clock is ticking as they attempt to bend matters to their whims which shift with the winds for their internal lands are barren and moral compass, malfunctioning. The spark of flame is long missing and replaced, instead, with a filament bulb for which they bill but that, in this spin, is a hint of the coming transhuman thing. Can you see how wonderfully wicked it all is, my friend? This is the work of Venus and the dragons head hence why a future of pseudo immortals having beautiful sex with robots is all but inevitable at present. Smoke and mirrors, in full effect. Unless you hear what I said and reconstitutionalize your inner realms because then it becomes Self evident the fix is in and cards dealt from the bottom but, worst of all, they pay out in fake chips! Ain’t that a bish?

See, the upside of incarnating into this realm at present is the veils between the realms are thinnest and thus one can slip out of their skin and into something a little more comfortable at the end. But only if they obtain Gnosis whilst living. This is Knowing (capital K. Not because Simon Says) that you are a god wearing flesh that projects this realm from within hence the youniverse effect and the rest I’ve said in countless articles. You’d be a fool to believe as second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians.

It is as inevitable as the Sun rising to dip, my friend, hence the “Shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves in three generations” axiom for it hints we’re inside a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness in which the rules are totally consistent at all levels of application or scales, economic. This is also why revolutions beget what they intended to end for the corruption is systemic and thus wired in as it keeps the Game ticking from one stage to the next. 11% know this as they’re actors in fancy dress or Agents of the Matrix, if you will. No pro without antagonists, yes? Just like coals can’t shine like diamonds without pressure that doesn’t relent ergo it all makes sense in the end when seen from a wide enough lens.

I told you I’d changed my POV on Archons recently and this should offer a hint about my new, upgraded res as gone is the bitterness about the life I’d lived to come to this level of Gnosis and gain enlightenment in one spin by being willing to admit that I know nothing ergo am capable of learning. This is what I meant about a strong opinion, loosely held, my friend for ones mental flex reflects in the flesh and this is something you all will need to navigate what is coming for it will be like nothing you’ve ever seen. Well, maybe on screen hence why they’re encoded transmissions of gnosis but thats another topic. Either way, I push the pen as testament, once again before it happens to show that reality follows a script and as a parting shot of information I point your mind to the fact that it starts (and ends) with principles and how these are eroded then rebuilt from one age to the next in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits to wear the flesh which decodes this data that I’ve sent from one mind to the next using a single flat plane of the planet Saturn that you hold in your grip. Just like the Sages posited.

Mange your Self. Control your own emotions and become the King of your dome and not a Slave to the voice that speaks, within. That is your Opponent. Always has been and will. You are that which listens. Something so subtle and delicate yet exceedingly powerful for, without it, this world does not exist. The States, as an example, is in the Fourth going to Fifth stage of this above process and seeing as so much is pinned, economic, to this lumbering edifice it ain’t hard to tell why everyone else is chomping at the bit to step in to the void that will be left once the fat lady sings. Prediction? Expect a civil war. But, like I said, it will not manifest as expected. Heck, you can already see this in full effect via comment sections and rampant echo chambering not to mention mind reading algorithms that are terraforming the consciousness of its denizens with every little click and dopamine hit designed to bring about a new and improved form of conditioning. I mean, two decades ago if I’d dare suggest people will sex the hired robot help with a grin and state they are totally equal to mortal men you’d have thought I was off my meds. And now? It seems inevitable.

Till we meet again

Life Becomes Brilliant When Purpose Shines Upon It

Life becomes brilliant
when purpose shines upon it.

The other choice is living dim
with a black mirror gripped instead
watching others kick
pseudo existence via scripts
and images
filtered to death.

Kinda wack
isn’t it?

But hey
if there was no fakeness
then who’d accept
robot sex
which is what they’ll unleash
next
for the plebs
who will rush to link with silicon.

I mean
they’ve only been programmed
since back when
to “turn on” tech
with this glyph:

Its not subtle
is it?
Once you’ve seen
the code of the Matrix
you cannot help but question
the intent at the helm
and the checkerboard effect
which offers a hint
we’re within a simulation
built on 1s and Zeros
alternating
which is
once again:

Light and darkness.

The eternal battle.

Something defined by presence
then its absence.

Think again about what I said
and how purpose shines
from within
as it calibrates
your mission in the flesh
versus the alternative
in which many accept scripts
someone else writ
that are then reflected
into them
as they rush to play pretend
and pump fake they’re all content
via the medium of the web
pimping lives they don’t live
to hide the fact
they’re being played
themselves.

Tell em and its a diss
to everything they hold sacred
but
every now and then
the mask slips.

They will
of course
deny this
because in a world
full of fibs
the real is hated
as you simply can’t pretend
to be genuine
so
the question is
what the heck to do
my friend?

That is the 8 billion Soul question
yes?

I sit alone
pondering
such things at depth
and how
exactly
I came back to this realm
wearing flesh
with the rest
seeing things
that do exist
but are
to most
totally invisible.

Not to the schiz though
no
not them
for they
like the mystic
don’t fall for the illusions
of an Adulterated consciousness.

This is why a man must have purpose.

A reason to live.

A goal around which
the rest of your life is built.

It sits at the hilt:

The paragon
if you will
and this is why being genuine
is totally essential as it
springs from within
as the Song your Soul sings.

Mine is nothing more or less
than total liberation
of this realm
and my Self
from is grip.

A lofty ambition
for certain
and one I don’t talk
but live
hence I tap the keys
send insight via screens
from my mind to thine
with the intent of shining light
into the darkness
of your inner realms
because that is where
the really real dwells:

Underneath layers upon layers
of fright and stress.
Imprints of this life
and other existences
ergo they have me wondering
exactly what kicks
and why competition is so stiff
when it comes to mass suppression
manipulation
and careful editing of scripts.

See
none of this is natural
for most aren’t causes
but effects instead.
I mean
how can you be the voice
in your head
when you’re obviously
that which listens
instead?

Another 8 billion Soul question
yes?

How many have lived to death
and then back again
without stopping to comprehend
the intent of the machine elves
and origin of the Trickster myth?

Like I said
its a topic as deep as the ocean
from which this is a mere drip
of unfinite consciousness
wearing flesh
pushing the pen
and sending this message
to the collective.

Are you listening?

Till we meet again

Your Parents Were Incapable of Giving You What You Needed

Can you imagine you have a pint glass sized thirst and yet the world sells shots? Is five hundred mil in smaller portions the same thing when it comes to slaking that need from within? What would happen next, do you think? Thats right, you’d get used to it and accept it as “the way it is”. And so it shall be. Until you choose to Know the Ledge. The truth of this world is that your parents were incapable of giving you what you needed. Not due to any type of malice (although, it happens) but because of good old fashioned ignorance. See, they stepped in and, at one point, said:

“When I grow up I’ll never be like them”.

And yet, a few decades hence, the exact same statements rolled from their lips to their seed, developing, who were parched from within for unconditional acceptance. Its all we wish, desire and crave. Because we cannot grant it to Self we chase the most ridiculous things then have the audacity to blame them when the image evaporates like a desert oasis. Let me introduce the Rule of Seven:

As a baby, developing, you were pure Inner Sense. This means you were energy in motion with no thought of differentiation. You felt immediately and with your whole being. You’ll note, speedily, that you also did breathe like this. I mean, you can take an Adulterated version at the peak of fitness and request they keep pace with a baby, screaming, and they’ll be winded rather quick. Why is this? Pint glasses delivered thirty mil increments. Imagine you were to take a watermelon, developing, and place it within a glass container, cube shaped. At first it would not notice a thing as the limits are nowhere near its presence but, soon enough, it would bump against. Some lament, others accept. A few ponder and will not relent in pressing against until the school report says:

“Constantly fidgets, won’t listen. Has skills but chooses not to apply them”.

The ones who acquiesce go on to find a world built for them to excel but, after a while, they note nagging emptiness that something is off with this sketch as they nurse a shot gloss filled to the brim with a coping mech, par excellence. This is why drugs sell, the net, flix, and the world wide web slings dopamine hits as quick as you’ll accept. Strip them away and you’ll find the real you, within, that has been screaming for attention since inception and getting more and more fragmented. Well, no, it doesn’t but your representation of it does. Instead you reflect this angst onto your boss, relationship (or lack, therein) as well as a billion other things. Its quite simple to prove, my friend, for if you’ve ever upped sticks with the intent to “reinvent” yourself you’ll find, rather quick, not much really shifts. Stranger still you’ve replicated the place you left and may find a new friend, best, that has traits, identical or, more often, the same problems wearing new skin. That is because they’re simply effects and you are the true cause…

Grok this and a shift happens, perceptual. Things are never the same again once this gnosis hits as you up your res and this is akin to perceiving on a color Four Eighty P flat screen whilst, previously, you were seeing the same scene but on an old black and white CRT with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in. There are further levels beyond this that get more and more intense and, to me, accurate, but lets keep it simple for this instance, yes? I find it interesting that many people wish to change and more still seem to think that someone outside of them should manage their emotional state which reeks of infantile regress, doesn’t it? Ask them this and they’ll shriek and yell which hints the inner child as it at the helm but they lack the res to tell the difference between the shifts in state and what they bring. If this, for thee, rings bells then consider this imperiment:

Next time you’re about to fly off the handle, first note your posture and breathing. See where you are tense and holding in and flip it. This alone can work miracles. Next, ask when else you felt like this before finally pondering if, in the grand scheme, its worthy of your attention. Most of the time, it isn’t. A couple reported that when one stopped giving an F about the others incessant nagging and responded with a grin instead of the conflict she demanded she was left looking mighty foolish. So she tried again but using a different topic. He caught her in this and pointed out what was happening, with a grin. On this went until they got to the crux of the matter:

Attention.

She needed, desperately, to feel validated because she felt unattractive after her post baby weight gain but hadn’t dared broach the topic with him directly. Instead she found herself nagging over the most frivolous things. After the conversation the fog that had descended on their relationship lifted as they could now consider other options. The guy himself was surprised to find that he was displacing aggression he daren’t vent at the office and this lead to another conversation about said environment which generated other shifts. The saddest truth about humanity is they are not aware of the options and generally couldn’t care less but, paradoxically, they keep doing what doesn’t change a thing! If that isn’t a hint that we’re all mad around here then I don’t know what is… Once again, it all traces back to your genesis because parents are brilliant at emotional suppression in their seeds. Actually, lets speak on this:

A baby steps in with Three Hundred and Sixty degree illumination. This is because they’re naturally Centered in Self. Now, lets say that the mother has issues with confidence due to her own upbringing. She will, inevitably, ding this whilst developing as it doesn’t feel “correct” to her imprint. It can be light or intense but it will most certainly happen. The child will rebel against this as they feel their light dim which further increases the punishment as they feel their seed is being willful or such things. Lets pretend the father is more permissive and sings the “Boys will be boys!” anthem in response to her complaints. This causes some type of redress but what happens now is the light is no longer equally distributed and thus more intense in one bit to make up for the ingrained darkness. As the boy develops he will find a contradictory state in his self confidence that seems to swing and vacillate for reasons that don’t make sense. It could also manifest as acting out as he links this with positive reinforcement and thus becomes the bad boy who attracts women that are drawn to his rebelliousness and thus they get married and, once again, this trait is compounded for its now across three generations.

Keep in mind, we are talking about one isolated blip when, in reality, most are functioning at One Eighty degree illumination by the time they turn Six and it just keeps on dampening. Until puberty kicks. Here, if the imprints were most traumatic, you’ll see the light trying to shine full tilt and scaring the Soul within the flesh to near death as a whole load of suppression attempts to swim to their consciousness that they were never told how to address or handle. This happens again at Twenty One and after this the script is set but, thanks to the neuroplastic effect, you can rewrite it. If you wish. Now, many do not want to do such things. Especially if one or more parents is dead and thus canonized as the best, ever, to do it. Worse still is they’ll Ctrl C, Ctrl V these traits and states onto their children. Now, amplify this over countless generations, unchecked, along with immense amount of epigenetic traumatic events that also run unchecked from one to the next and various other factors of occult influence and you’ll see why most people are born into a living hell they like to pretend is heaven sent. Why? Because your parents were incapable of giving you what you needed. The good news is that by reading this, Knowing the Ledge and upping your res you can make a difference.

This is akin to taking that shot glass and trading it in for a larger version. It is also why grandparents tend to get along better with the one step removed generation as they’ve had time to shift things and thus see what irritated them, back when, with a new found tint ergo the mother who dinged her son will indulge all types of ruckus with a grin when babysitting because the resonant frequency of light that shines from he is not of exactly the same pitch and thus tolerated with ease. These are practical applications of advanced metaphysics which I’m certain will make sense to those reading for what I’ve mentioned is remarkably common. And yet, nobody questions. The true skill of a Warrior is real time OS shifts as they recode their awareness by introspecting and it all springs from asking questions based on present moment awareness. The timeline process mentioned here is quite spiff for kickstarting introspection and well worth reading if you wish to up your res. What else? Well, on a deeper level, some of us incarnated into tribes that were the exact opposite of our innate resonance hence the black sheep effect. The reason for this is due to spiritual upliftment by shattering old Patterns. It has another benefit of immensely increased spiritual awareness because the child, off rip, feels like they don’t fit in and nobody gets them. Thankfully there is usually another Soul of resonance in close proximity to guide them.

Things like this really fill me with wonder when it comes to this realm as its so perfectly constructed that the next conclusion is that it must be a mess on purpose which unfolds another lane of questions beyond the scope of this topic but you are free to ponder. If you wish.

Till we meet again

We May Be Inside Somebodies Mind

Knowing (capitalized) is when you are certain, with no room for doubt needed, that things kick as said. Another term reffing the same thing is Gnosis. In the end, they’re identical as the thoughts held hostage merely ref a state in which one is absolutely certain of something in a way most ineffable. Call it a gut feeling, intuition or transcending the wheeler dealing of the machine elves, if you wish. Actually, that one is pretty spiff because a lot of trippers do attest that once they’ve ingested enough of chosen specimen to kill their default mode activation they reach a space that feels “really real” and thus it hints, eloptic, where we is is as fake as it gets.

Recently I’ve reached a peak state in awareness but with no chemical lifts or such things and it is really quite interesting:

We may be inside somebodies mind.

I know a lot of you will think this is t’sh, pshaw nonsense as you point at that and this about science states etc etc but that is, in the end, as much use as a man on an island filled with lesbians as it isn’t Gnosis, my friend. Consciousness is everything and if there is only ever one Soul in this realm, as I’ve said, then the next step makes perfect sense as there is only that, period. Let me shed some illumination from my latest res as I’ve been diligently chipping away at my ignorance hence haven’t pushed the pen as frequent:

You cannot separate the art from the artist.

There is always a tell. A certain swish of ink, a signature beat hit or swing. I mean, did you know that no two people walk the same? If you wish to don a tinfoil turban for a minute then during the time I was having my ‘I am Legend’ imperience I couldn’t help but thinking:

“Hmm, everyone is masked ergo faces are hid and people are also keeping requisite distance as well. If I were a pirate pimp from hell playing tricks on a captive audience using the Dual Reality Principle what would be the truth of this narrative?”.

My fingers clicked as the lightbulb hit:

“Thats it! They’re training tech to see how well it can track people based with no visage to see how they step for the coming riots and mess“.

It all made perfect sense and it wasn’t conscious cogitation but a simple question directed at my Higher Self that sent a fresh download of information tumbling in about what was round in the corner in this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. See, before this, I’d posited that retail theft would be impossible in a bit because the barcode would be switched with something akin to RFID ergo you walk in, pick and step so it debits your credit. Then they started bringing those self checkouts in. Soon after this you may have noticed immense screens with facial recognition as you walked in which told you that not only was the eye in the sky watching but that it sees you as well. It just seemed intuitively logical which is a rather peculiar mix but then what do you expect when you unsquare the circumambulation and unleash the golden spiral which may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm? Its all interlinked hence the fractal effect of a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which, once again, points at the selfsame thing. Bo! Bo! Bo!

This isn’t the first time its happened though as I actually (don’t) think like this. The parenthesis is to suggest there is no father or mother to my process meaning its not like its actual cogitation or something externally instructed as teaching. It is more akin to questioning the stream of consciousness within which I swim then listening for the answers and hints, eloptic, that offer cryptic means of linkage to assemble a narrative which you, my friend, are free to reality test, outright reject or anything else you wish for this is merely a view from my reality tunnel and thus if ye can tune your set to the same wavelength then we may just be correct, yes? The next bit is hard to explain as there is no logical frame within which to paint but just as I wrote this my intuition provided a symbol, perfect:

See how we Eighties jits are primed to peer beyond the veil, in many respects? Sadly many only develop this skill in terms of pixels and not their inner realms and reality it projects but that is another topic. Its like there is a golden glow, a subtle outline not of this realm, around some things which then links into the next via a differential pattern of resonance and coherence that, initially, is quite easy to miss. “That sounds like some synchromystic schiz BS” says one, well adjusted, to processing a mere 8 bits of information from the billions that could be picked by his Reticular Activating System. And, you know what, they’d be correct. Thats his reality tunnel and thus on them. Mine is different. A higher res and this is what I’m sending to the net via this text hence why I pushed the pen to see if anyone else has noticed but this language is so inept when it comes to Gnosis as it was designed, first and foremost, to preclude it. Or, at least, there was an attempt.

The easiest way for me to ref is to pretend there was, once upon a when, a common language in this realm and from this do the rest descend. In fragments, pieces, edited or flipped. Some have been reversed but all bear the same heritage. Yes, thats perfect. “Now with Ninety Two point Three point less synchromystic BS!”. One who could comprehend this lex, original, would spot the most spurious links and things that, to the rest, seem to make no sense as they’re missing the vital aspect. This older tongue was, as you’d expect, way more rich and symbolic. It was filled with resonance and nuance as well that could expand to the scale of the cosmos or examine the atom, within, and lose not its tender grip on the true way of things. It is from here I push the pen and, once again, we may be inside somebodies mind. Attempting to explain this to people who are, in general, ignorant of their own Kingdom is not exactly a task most simple but it is assisted, really well, with those flickering images and spells that Hollywood sends to people across this realm that tune in to their regularly scheduled programming.

I mean, I told you that Neo Wick told the tale of one Soul playing on different sides of the fence, yes? If the morph of Morpheus wasn’t enough of a hint I point your attention to the medic who stitched John (in the nick of time, I may mention) being the same Keymaker as well. I don’t believe in coincidence, I go in, see dense instead but, be warned, this way lies madness hence why I said so many mathematicians flipped their lids as they’re trying to venture from the land of 8 bits in the left hemisphere of their head to the right instead which knows no such limits. Proof? Once again, it is accessed via resonance and brainwaves are the key to this ergo most are Beta specimens in this realm which is why they have decimated attention spans etc etc. Here is a challenge you may wish to attempt:

Count how many times a movie you’re watching has edits to the shot it presents within one minute.

Then juxtapose this with the fact that each still image, animated, contains more than a thousand words of text can rep before stopping to comprehend that in said flick there are countless symbols, both modern and prehistoric, that speak to a deeper, more primitive aspect and you may just get why I said that movies are encoded transmissions of gnosis, my friend. Once you start Seeing like this then things certainly do shift, super quick, as it is akin to transcending the Matrix, viewing the code and bending the constants that were merely suggestions most accepted without reality testing. Woah, indeed as well as action…

We may well be inside somebodies mind and this is the exact antithesis of what I said in this text as it refs your inner realms because if ones awareness is absent then surely said denizens of the realm would proclaim “God is dead!”, yes? Really stop and think about this. Every organ, every system and subcellular process is alive and glistening with an intelligence that ensures your life kicks to its highest potent. Imagine them to be like workers and you’re the boss up in this bish then imagine you don’t helm as intended to generate a coherent message and resonance and tell me what would happen. As you do this take a look without and glimpse how the outer world mirrors this perfect and one cannot help but draw the conclusion that the leaders are inept on purpose, make false promises and are only out for themselves. Really read that free eBook I mentioned. Its slim, attractive and sure to make you think. Art and artist, recollect?

I jest! I jest! But only because the Joker is the only Soul in the realm that can tell it how it is and keep his head in the midst of such cronyism and pandering. Just stop and think:

You close your eyes and meditate to such a profound depth of stillness that you leave the grips of the hemisphere, left, and traipse into wonderland instead. From this you take a trek below the neck and the cellular intelligence doth sing:

“His eminence graces us with his presence”.

And all is well in the lands. Shades of walking in the garden with the boss, yes? What if the script was flipped (along with everything else in this realm) and it wasn’t we that was kicked but us that left and thus wander around on this rock spaceship wearing Earthday Suits to interact with a realm which is a fractalized atom blown to immense scale and, deep within, the same process is happening ad infinitum? How is that for a head trip, my friend? Not so much eternal return but recursion instead so basic life is akin to watching a celestial transmission on a black and white TV set, analogue, with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in. You meditate a bit or take a trip via ingest and suddenly up your res to Two Forty P instead. Things are glorious with a much greater resonance and the level of detail, in comparison, is immense. Most, getting here, would be content but not you, my friend. Oh no. You wonder if there is was one increment then surely this posits there could be the next, yes? A bit further along in this process sits a man, cross legged, with the technological equivalent of a Four K ThreeD set that beams the cosmic play at him in ways most simply cannot imagine. He lauds those making progress and equidistant from him is one sitting with a neural overlay whence carbon and silicon mix so holograph tech allows him to pretend he is living at the time you’re reading this and decodes reality on a twelve inch black and white TV set, analogue, with loads of static thrown in and one speaker busted as well…

Are you starting the get the implications of this freshly delivered bolt of gnosis I’m sharing with the web? This is why they said the Journey is more important than the destination and wanting trumps having as the former is powered by imagination and thus is perfect as brings so much more than the external can ever fulfill but if the law of attraction is correct then acting like you is what you think should means the rest just fits like a straight line in Tetris, correct?

Ancient Sages posited what I’ve just said back when but my view isn’t influenced by them as I Ctrl C, Ctrl V anothers quotables that I spit and then act like I freestyled that, off rip. Oh no. I do the Knowledge, form strong opinions loosely held then attempt to disprove them. What remains, by definition, must be genuine and then I do it again in a process of constant refinement I’ve termed Incremental Betterment. Its truly mindglowing. Genuinely, it is. It also has some implications that are dark as pitch but, at present, it ticks so many boxes about life and its whims that it makes absolutely perfect sense that we truly are within somebodies mind which is reffed, once again, by the Hermetic axiom that the universal is mental. I wonder if he knew, back when, as he penned such thing that the present spin would use that term in both senses as the inmates, long ago, took over this floating insane asylum and normalized their own brand of craziness…

Something to think about, if you wish.

Till we meet again

The Rise of Digital Communism

In September Twenty Five Sainsbury’s installed biometric tracking cameras in seven of its stores thanks to a partnership with the not at all orwellianally titled Facewatch corporation. Just the other day Apple let slip that soon they’ll need your face to use the functionality of a phone that you purchased and we all know about Discord pushing for the same thing.

“Wont somebody think of the children!” is the same PR campaign they all sing but how many click it was written by the people who often frequented Epsteins island in the first place. Like I told you in the other vid, rich pedos own everything. Now you know, what are you going to do about it?

For the 81% who are Slaves, par excellence, I predict nothing. These slacktivists may moan and bish online for a bit but, in the end, they’ll go along with it. Just like they accepted ads on Netflix, the Reddit API thing and shrinkflation on everything that switched out so many crucial ingredients that Hersheys can no longer be called chocolate. There is very little meat in these gym mats but at least you know what you get with a partially gelatinated non dairy gum based beverage…

The average McDonalds burger contains the finest blend of around a thousand different cows. This isn’t by accident, my friend, as the intent is to discombobulate your nervous system with incoherent fields of information as you were born into a war, invisible, that is now ramping up its efforts on all fronts. Just ask Burger King who are using AI for monitoring the manners of their staff. Getting back to Sainsburys and how it hints at the rise of digital communism:

There is only one enemy that ever exists and, in this realm, he is eternal. It manifests, at present, via that voice in your head. I mean, how many of the billions who lived and died truly clicked they can’t be it when they are that which listens? That is the 8 billion soul question, my friend.

Read the article I penned back when about how supermarkets killed communities then try and prove me incorrect by researching the sheer amount of backhanders Tesco gave the fledgling Labor government then ask yourself the question of why if perjury is illegal did no one prosecute Nayirah for stating that she saw Iraqis play football with dead babies heads so Bush and Blair could wade in and steal all the oil they could get from an imaginary threat after manufacturing consent. Then wonder about the “dark actors” mentioned by the weapons expert that ended up dead for stating, on record, that the whole WMD thing was an immense fib to generate pretext and how proof was lacking. And Nayirah? Check her links with the Feds, how Hill & Knowlon did PR rep and then wonder why Amnesty International “fact checked” and corroborated all of this yet she never did any time in the bing for directly being responsible for loads of deaths for her Oscar winning performance on the world stage. Just like Live Aid bought AKs for the rebels instead of feeding the starving as they said they would…

They’re all in on it, my friend. Reality follows a script and they’ve been slow cooking the frogs in hells kitchen for generations via the use of media brainwashing and Archonic influence that pimps your consciousness in ways most don’t suspect or, worse still, even comprehend when presented to them. They don’t call it a Tell Lie Vision for nothing… Getting back to the current sketch:

I told you in the brief history of the future vid that some handy, dandy terrorists will kill the net, stone dead, before they bring it back with a twist. Which will be the equivalent of a driving license aka social credit. Mix this in with Twenty Minute Cities and Techno Sapiens then you have a dystopia in the making with an old demon in fancy dress at the helm, once again. If you choose to do nothing but accept, that is. Remember, silence is consent in this realm ergo make your voice heard and stop following whoever they said is the trend for the plebs to emulate. This is why I said watching the news is bad for your health and thats before we get into the net and its most insidious form of brainwashing as it digitizes the collective unconscious. Don’t tell me you didn’t click the link between AI generated images and dream scenes, my friend? Do the Knowledge instead of being force fed narratives with wicked intent from these predators of consciousness, Not all who walk in the flesh are truly human in this realm. Nor humane, as their track record shows, well.

Look deeper into Sainsbury’s deal with Facewatch and it reveals the presence of the government and a specially whipped Police intelligence unit. Doesn’t that heady mix seem more than a little sketch? Much like the Nayirah PsyOp they’ve astroturfed public opinion by pulling at heart strings with things like this:

Nice, eh? It makes sense to hand over your biometrics for free in order to save Six P per shop. What a genius thing that is! Except this is only the beginning of the digital communism they intend to unleash on this realm. If the plebs continue to accept all the BS they sell in increments then purchase air freshener as well to take the edge off the stench that but don’t mention they’re filled with gender bending chemicals that ain’t good for your health or they’ll say you’re worse than Hitler himself. Lets take a trip to back when:

I came up in the bricks where it was all about using your fists to generate dividends ergo recollect, well, how Maggie and her clique had the peasants revolting and kicking six shades of excrement out of each other on the terraces to vent their frustration. They were worried the plebs may turn up at Number Ten, mob handed and, wouldn’t you know it, they were soon drenched in the finest lab made MDMA pills that first had them raving then killing each other instead. Divide and conquer, in full effect. One of the survivors of these street wars once said:

“See what it is, kid, is that those filthy basts walk around with Polaroid cameras that are hidden. When the chance presents and they’re ready to move on a suspect they don’t try and nick you or anything. Oh no, they just take a pic, stick a hole punch on the white bit and bang it in with the rest using a bit of ring binding with those things you see on keyrings. Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible when it comes to handing out violence on the terrace as they’ll turn up at your place of gainful employment and start asking questions”.

This really made me think as I recollected this just around the time Facebook was becoming big so I looked into it and, what do you know, the Feds were present thanks to the investment by Peter Thiel in the whole thing with his links via In-Q-Tel. Like I said, one script, one intent and one method of action is the hallmark of these demons wearing flesh as they have a thirst they cannot quench – no matter how much Adrenochrome they sip. Not content with controlling your mind thanks to two decades internment in your local camp of concentration which taught you what (and not how) to think the next step is total domination of your movement as well. Hence the push for Twenty Minute Cities and things of that ilk and this new “Use your face to unlock everything. Unless you’re a terrorist or engaged in something sketch that needs our investigation”. Guilty till proven innocent and you do this by accepting the terms and conditions as stated. Ask the people who sold their Souls to Gamestation, back when, how that went…

So, you’re grocery shopping in ignorance and all the while the businesses are funneling profits to a private branch of the feds that, get this, have been deployed since Twenty Three and features M&S, the Co-op, Next, Boots etc in a nice little coalition with a singular intent. Consider how a Freedom of Information Request revealed that Northamptonshire police had nearly Eight Hundred people on a secret watchlist around the time climate protesters did their thing and see if you can spot where they got their information and its deeper meaning. Whilst you’re pondering this you may also question exactly what kicks with the masses of datasets that Google and co are pimping because the sheer detail of a sketch you can build with telemetry and metadata is mind boggling. Not to mention that seeing through walls using wifi tech is now a thing that can be downloaded from Github in order to give a spin so what are they keeping hid? Let me tell you something I suspected around the time COVID hit:

I was, as stated, having my own “I am Legend” moment and was thinking lateral:

“If I were a vampire wearing flesh that sold and told loads of BS what would my intent be for having people obscure their dish whilst keeping distance?”.

Then I grinned as “Gait analysis for identification” swam into my consciousness. Did you know that no two people step the same? Pair what I’ve said before this with the coming riots (orchestrated) and you’ll see how its all configured to perfection as they move from different directions but with one intent that is sometimes hidden and maybe announced, now and then. Its the same reason why the bad guy always tell the hero what he intends but that is a deeper topic, my friend. They want to know where you is, what you think, who you link and, most importantly, where you reject the script they programmed in, back when. The question is:

Now you know about it, what are you gonna do?

Whilst you are pondering I’d like to offer some more tidbits for your consideration:

Uber knows people want a ride when their phones charge is lowest so what is to stop them upping the tariff in these events? How could you tell? The fact your money is worth next to nil at present (thanks to them bailing out Wall Street who then went and created Wokism as well) is hidden by Pound Stores and shrinkflation along with all the bread and circuses you can handle to keep you distracted and corpulent. Weaponized loneliness is the proof of all this as they spent the past few decades selling impossible images of “lets pretend” that you lot bought in and tried to emulate as well so now when they float the idea of sexing the robot help most will readily accept an algo wearing flesh with a grin as they cherish the sycophantic simulation that provides stimulation at a click. Woe betide anyone who dare suggest they aren’t the equivalent of a real human…

And in case you think this is mere tinfoil turban raving, par excellence, look into the Phoebus cartel and how they forced compliance of lightbulb engineering to ensure the glow dimmed much quicker than intended to make the tills ring. But, fear not, for you now have LEDs instead. Except they amp unnatural frequencies that mess with your hormones and kip but thank Abraxas for Starbucks (with their demonic logo and influence) as they have coffee cups filled with, you guessed it, gender bending chemicals to ensure the resistance from men is nil. Beyond some angry tweets and bleats from the sheep who will do naught else but pay lip service to the image of a rebel. Remember how everyone thought that one conspiracy theorist who suggested that Apple were slowing down old phones on purpose is off is head but was later proven correct? What about Nestle selling starving Africans baby milk with sugar added in but this ingredient was missing from what they peddled to the Swiss? Look into what they did in the Seventies and deaths they bought to the continent thanks to a PR campaign, immense, to turn them away from breast milk. I mean, how are you supposed to prep a liquid meal for the kids when there there is no potable drinking water in this bish?

Like I said, its all intended and the force at the helm is as wicked as it gets as they need to pimp your Prime connect to live as they lack it and thus heart based resonance as well. They see you lot as human capital holes to make ill, fill with pills and send bills till they die, get mindwiped and reskinned but that is a whole nother topic that hints the world was built crooked on purpose. Wetiko, Krivida, the Emotional Plague. Call it what you will, there is only one solution:

Get free or thrive trying.

Till we meet again

An Occult View of Platos Cave

Allow me to illuminate the grim reality of life as it truly is inside the domes of 81% of the planet. This may, or may not, include you, my friend, so its worth paying attention to your bodily sensations, cognitive reactions and emotions during this interaction because if I said you had the head of a giraffe your response would be nil, yes? If, on the flip, you got super triggered and started finger pointing it could be said you’re protesting too much via a stretched neck that, previously, was munching eucalyptus… Remember, he who makes you mad is your Master and that makes up the other 11% of the equation who, in turn, get mucho vexed at I, one of the 8% that Know the Ledge and see through their shadowplay. The most amusing thing? I’m nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination and this all takes place inside your own personal wavelength so what comes next is an occult view of Platos Cave and its contents therein:

Lets pretend you’re sitting in a cinema in the not too distant. They use Feelie tech in which the old black screen and flickering illumination are things of the past. Instead, thanks to the chip in your head, they interface directly with the CNS so that the perfectly engineered images they present (which follow a tight script designed to elicit certain reactions) are interpreted by you as thee. There, like dreams, is a time compression aspect along with the illusion of free will for the scenes elicit specific bands of resonance that then force you into action and towards completion. That, in a nutshell, is Platos Cave and its actually an esoteric metaphor and map of higher reality, dig:

The meta posits that there is, first and foremost, a man. Without he there is no need for the rest of this. He was, at one point, not stuck within this contraption, external, which limits his movement and forces his vision to take in certain signals which are cast by a flame behind him. In front of this we have a clique that see a clearer pic who parade images that create shadows on the wall. This is the cinema tech but something way more powerful and primal. Now, just how every single detail in a movie scene has lots of thought and detail that goes in ranging from product placement and color gradients there is plenty of effort that goes into creating and maintaining this false state of resonance for the denizens of said plantation. I use that term well as, for those ignorant of the shadow aspect (aka the multiverse of madness) whatever they beam seems realer than real. Its like being born with a VR headset on your dish that uses not wires but a series of sharp metal barbs to interface directly with your brainstem. If I were to pull at it, ever so gentle, your CNS would scream as a means to self protect against further suffering as the original imprint is long repressed but is still present, nonetheless. How many would comprehend that the fact I can elicit this type of reaction with mere words it hints that there are actually three parts of the Game they weren’t even aware they were playing?

This is where the 8% come in.

See, the upside of any trick is the thrill of conquest once you Know the Ledge and discover the shadows depth as you grin and recollect your Higher Self created all of this as a wheeze, a jest, a huge cosmic riff which is akin to playing Hide and Seek with your divine aspect made flesh. The VR headset, in Platos sketch, is the contraption which, to thee, is akin to a couple of decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” along with the habitual tensions you inherited from both sides of your lineage. These show up as somatic Patterns of impingement in your flesh that are then mirrored in the intellect to create certain responses to the shadowplay mentioned. He who shines a light on this either flips his lid or gains illumination as he clambers out of the Cave after encountering and besting all the traps they done set as they really, really, really do not want one to leave as it breaks the immersion of this false reality they try so hard to sell to the rest. Imagine it like this, my friend:

The whole world uses real gold as money. Problem is, its big, heavy and hard to trade for smaller things. Some genius says:

“Hey buddy, you can trust me. Give that lump of metal within which we place faith, implicit, and instead take this slip. It says you own X and will pay on demand the sum of whatever as promised. Look, there is even a pretty picture of my countenance on the paper as well. Ain’t that swell?”.

You are hesitant because you are seemingly giving away something real for a far more nebulous concept and thus, being of sound mind and health, keep hold of your wealth. The Merchant of Venice extends his embrace like a phoenix and wishes you well. It just so happens that as you leave his premises you almost have an encounter with a group of ruffians. He comes swooping in to your rescue and your thanks are profuse as his bonafides have now been established as he takes this moment of emotional intensity to pimp your mind most delicately. He outlines how you know he and he reciprocates with thee:

“For if this slip was in your grip they would have been perplexed as gold is the coin of the realm and thus your investment was, is and will be, safe with me. Luckily for you I was watching you recede and thinking, fondly, of our special meeting which lead to saving you from those thieves”.

All told you are sold and thus buy in as you dip and smile with your need slip and the security of faith it brings as it sits on your hip. In turn you extol the virtues of this man and his seemingly endless stream of cousins across the realm for ye can now take this bit which, in turn, refs a larger chunk of gold, solid, and spend as you wish without needing to chip away and weigh with scales.

They say absolute power corrupts the same range and, after a bit, the Merchant is feeling himself as he holds loads of gold in his grip and thus starts issuing loans. “At interest” he says, as part of his sales pitch as he outlines the sketch of another of these perspective fixing contraptions Plato mentioned as different shadows flit across the wall of the Cave inside your head that is lit by the power of imagination and its fires, currently stoking. He weaves his tale and castles are built inside your dome but, get this, he then charges you rent to live within! Woe betide anyone who attempts to surf onto the beach of your awareness with a:

“Dude, he’s built a trick on top of an illusion that he’s been spinning for gen, since back when, as he sells more slips as scrip without a thing to back them beyond your investment in his magical grift”.

Remember those ruffians? They were his cousins in fancy dress. The whole charade was just another scam built on the same Pattern. Same with the VR headset which is the same old dreamselling but now using another medium. So, in the Feelie tech version, you are sitting in a dark cavern seeing visions of illumination andthe flame of imagination is powering using certain symbols presented in a specific order to generate an emotional response in much the same way the black mirror in your grip can elicit fear, disgust or laughter via the visions it induces using red, green and blue pixels. This is an occult view of Platos Cave and you as it actually refers to the finer and gross points of mind control plus the power of influence. if you know this and you’re part of the 11% but if, on the flip, you Know it you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within and gaining the true liberation (without obligation) of feeling the Sun on your face as you clamber from below the Earths surface where all this deception takes place, shake your head at how slick this model is and then you have two choices:

Go on your way and enjoy the air, so fresh, along with the rest of natures bounties as you spend the real gold, once again or risk perishing in the peril of the reverse access traps set that you’d previously transcended to try and tip the brainstem interfaced trauma imprint pimping shadowplay as well as the irate tenders of the flame of false illumination hence why Cypher said he wanted to be someone special. Like an actor… Who, exactly, are you trying to keep up with, my friend? Have you been noting your emotional responses and activation from the elucidation of this ancient legend with its practical applications? There are so many layers to the trick but it is, at its essence, remarkably simple and consistent:

We have a person, they have an imagination which is the true source of illumination which, currently, shines high above this realm with its nourishing presence that make life possible. Then we have the Cave. In the midst of such darkness the glow of a fire, well tended, is accepted as being a huge comfort but if flames could speak it may say:

“Thou shalt have no other gods but mere for I’m known for my jealously and may just smack a high note out of your rear end if you dare disrespect my presence for I am the best, yes?”.

Stuck inside a contraption made of a rigid structure that encases your flesh like clear perspex around a watermelon in development your shape now takes a boxy, cubic form as another brick in the wall. It feels strange but is also comforting as everyone else is doing it but the best part of the trick is each one of these potential Suns of radiance is now being tricked by a single, false, sense of illumination. Better yet, whilst the symbols remain constant the definitions can be pimped by whatever the voice in their head says so you can, for example, convince a Muslim to kill a Jew whilst neither stops to think:

“Wait a minute, he worships Allah via the Kaaba which is identical in shape to the Trefilin that I, a practicing tsaddik, wear on my head as I delve into the mysteries of the Kabbalah”.

I mean, its not at all hidden, is it? More like an open secret that can only be seen by those who pry the VR headset off their dish as then they’ll click the pains and sores of the flesh are due to this contraption which may or may not link with the death of English spells that have you invested in a “weak daze” as you, voluntarily, place an inverted noose around your neck as part of the business of living within which you engage for all the slips that are fit to print and, get this, they say “I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of…” what, exactly? A pound of flesh. Nothing more or less. Run all of this back again and pick up a pen to create notes to Self of each and every point where I’m totally incorrect, raving, loony and off the plantation as I drive Miss Daisy then recollect, back when, the ones who tended their own faux flames of filial fabianism to extract profit coined the phrase “drapetomania” to label those pesky runaway slaves as the problem for daring to reject the shadow programming that was so effective for the rest when it came to investing actual blood and sweat in the picking of metaphorical cotton and its constant reinforcement via whipping and, soon, chipping, to see via the forced perspective and tale woven, therein.

That, to me, is the sketch of Platos Cave and its occult interpretation. Once you’ve seen its symbols and script you can spot its echoes, reflected, on many levels in this coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo you’re encouraged to reality test and prove me incorrect. This is no staid academic text with footnotes and references but something I’ve lived ergo its akin to busting loose from the contraption, dodging the axe that swings at ones head via the traps, pre-set, then taking off on a perilous quest to bypass the ruffians and their archonic ilk who look up, for a moment, from all the loosh they’re extracting via the performance selling to the rest who are blissfully ignorant they’ve never, ever seen or even felt the true luminary and its resonance on their pasty white skin and, worse still, if one ripped the aftermarket attachment from their dish they’d yell you were the one causing such pain and suffering as they rushed to defend the Cave, those who built, and the ones who pimp their best in exchange for the worthless via the comfort of illusion as the voice in their head says:

“Tear him to shreds. Death to the infidel!”.

And they, unthinking, do such a thing before settling right back into the wall of ignorance that was built to the specs of the architect who came up with the whole grift, back when, and the trick is so old and effective that one could say, correct, the Empire never ends, just dons new skin. Like the interaction between the mind control fungi Cordyceps and the ant whose CNS it jacks in order to reproduce itself at their expense. Lets say one of these formicidae species was, somehow, formidably resistant to this process and looked at his friends, Romans and countrymen then said:

“Know ye not ye are gods who accept the concept of being mere ants which are then further pimped by a predator of consciousness that is secondary in comparison to the Prime who pre-exists and manifests, at this present moment, as the true source of your illumination for thou are not the candle made of flesh that drips and melts from one life to the next but something far more subtle and ineffable which, paradoxically, makes everything happen whilst remaining invisible to all but those who Know the Ledge”.

To them, he may as well be speaking Aramaic as they, in their heads, hear:

“What in the F is this sandal wearing beatnik bleating? You want to climb this fine foliage then clamp down with those teeth using a load of strength and let nature do its thing”.

At which point the spores rip, digest the old flesh they used as a proxy vehicle and the whole thing begins again. During all of this the one Centered in Self with the gnosis of Inner Sense present feels the Sun illuminate his presence as he looks at the shadowplay of the Cave and the Adulterated therein. In this respect, my friend, what would thee do to impress the gravity of the situation for the denizens as the contraption made of carbon promises to change elements with a shift to silicon in which people will be freed from the binds of being square watermelons only to be pureed instead and blended into another arrangement using a hex much like the one which spins on the poles of Saturn hence the “Star of Remphan” bit is present and correct which begs the question exactly how societies, ancient, Knew of this dataset and extrapolated a whole load more about the planets and their orbits plus gnosis encoded therein before Rome fell and the British Empire rose instead which, in turn, (via way of Boston) became the US then that may or may not have paperclipped Hitler and his clique to drop bombs over Baghdad that houses old artifacts plus curious myths and legends that vanished after the occupation for the first place the Army hit was the museum which is most telling, yes? Nowhere near as much as what Saddam actually said but, oddly, is not translated by any official portal in the West nor have they released his statements either. Some of this is interlinked to the Cave. Others are just random references that hint at a larger coherence which suggests this web doth spin way before Gemistos Plethon happened to “find” such ancient hoary texts that went on to become the foundations of the West in a time when saying such things did spring from his own imagination would have caused quite a stir…

I’m sure, by now, you can see the lines, read between them then comprehend the ink, invisible, that etches another message upon the tightly stretched canvas that life doth fling its inks of emotions, directional, to ensure the OG Feelie tech generates yet another square watermelon set adrift (but firmly plugged in) to the Forest of Illusion, yes? Tell me, my friend, did anything start to flicker within via this transmission of gnosis using the black mirror in your grip which is the basis of three major religions engaged in seemingly perpetual conflict or am I just ranting and raving in ways quite poetic that have no underpinning basis in reality or thoughts worth considering? I’ll let you tell it.

81/11/8.

Get in where you fit in.

If a river contains a maze made of glass for you to run in we would reward best those who progress without head bumping, yes? But what of those odd fish that won’t relent as they recollect a time not of this spin in which their movements were more free and spontaneous as against the grain they do swim in their quest for emancipation. In many ways that is the true state of the limitation Game which offers yet another hint into why the so called schizophrenic is actually correct but only the mystic transcends as the rewrites the OS inside his head thanks to escaping the Cave, mentioned.

Till we meet again

Epstein Files and Satanic Ritual Abuse

Strange times in this realm, yes? The veils are thin and ignorance, thick. Maybe now people will get what I said about being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? Next step is comprehending the forces at the helm are actors with scripts that play parts, as and when. Me? I know this well as I was razed in Hell and, yes, that is the correct spell of that lex but, on the flip, I now look at it as enforced enlightenment instead as its a much more empowering perspect that also makes way more sense. Hopefully this helps many stuck in the shadows depth for that is where one must tread, my friend, to seek enlightenment.

Maybe its a Kali Yuga thing? But then, what song will man sing with a microchip in his head beyond what the state says? Hmm. That certainly is worth pondering, whilst the option still exists… We are, if you haven’t guessed, inside a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness aka a Matrix that, at present, feeds on pain and suffering whilst, occasionally, turning coals of ignorance to diamond minds of wisdom. Kind of like how tech made man stupid then turns around and pimps “artificial” intelligence as the solution when, in reality, its the true cause of the problem. Like I said, mucho weirdness but the question is will you care, in months six, or be onto your next fix in this media circus? Me? I’m all about liberation hence why I said I don’t watch the news (as its bad for your health) and advise using the net less as its a weapon aimed at your subconscious.

At this point in my Hero’s Quest I have a perspect that is beyond good and evil in the sense because each pro needs an antagonist to make it happen. I mean, can you imagine a movie without bad guys? They’re divinely ordained evil that merely play a role in this Game of Souls and whatever they’d said about whoever they mentioned is only the tip of a much darker iceberg that offers hints about what it truly means to wear flesh in this realm at present. All of your so called “leaders” are corrupted. I mean, take a look at the Hells Angel herself and how this rich wretch had millions on deck but barely gave the dying in her care an Asprin then contrast that to the image they sell and how she, herself, never, ever heard from the divine as she lacked that link for she was of vampiric ilk. Not me though. I hear the Psylense on FM as I live my lyrics hence the truth protects me, everywhen:

Thanks to these peeps and what they done did to me as a jit I tasted death and came back again. With gifts! See, once that third eye opens there is no dozing as, instead, you demolish illusions instead. Check in to your Pane Body and test its limits by speaking to the child within. The answers can be illuminating as it Knows with the capitalization present of all you tried to forget to create your shadow aspects in order to run the treadmill, thinking, “When I finally get X then it will all be perfect and I’ll finally be good enough“. Won’t happen. Never has, nor will. Why? Because what you are truly seeking is gnosis. Don’t leave home without it!

I mean, what of the children born to mothers trying hard to keep up with who they said? What if they’re a fake ten with plastic tits and a face that isn’t standard equip? Will they hate the ugly baby that the truth doth reflect? Doesn’t matter though as they’ll offer a swift gene remix and as much robot sex as you can handle! Coming soon, to the global plantation. Pun intended…

I mean, do you truly know where you are, at present? Doesn’t the base totality of your reality being based on a rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball off into the distance with loads of One Oh Eight resonance planets overhead seem a tad sketch? Like we’re inside a huge Game or simulation? This is why the Vampires get wicked as they know the Soul is immortal and thus envy our Prime connection which they cannot link nor emulate. Yet. Actually, I don’t think that will ever happen hence the Turing Test will be faked instead. In the interim I ask:

“How can you be the voice in your head when you are obviously that which listens?“.

Do the Knowledge, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Its the only thing worth anything in this realm of illusion at present as it presents a truth, eternal:

That you are an immortal wearing flesh that may be in but certainly is not of this dimension hence the primacy of consciousness which means you ain’t no John of House Smith or any other mess you never stopped to reality test. Up your res. Up your res, my friend. Then you’ll spot these graspers of consciousness and hit em with the Aha!

Once you click there is a youniverse within and the outer is merely a projection then its a hop, skip and jump to transcendence. Get it? Ending the trance. The spells are the hint of where you need to flip the script as behind all of this evil and malice is nothing more or less than the discarnate intelligence known as the machine elves aka origins of the Trickster myth. This is what you’re up against, my friend, and you will, for certain, meet them at death whence they’ll present all types of illusions to lure you back into the skin again for another spin. Not me though. This is my last life ergo my cup of gnosis is overfilled hence why I push the pen like this with the intent to assist and shift the collective wavelength far beyond their regularly scheduled programs. This is why they go after the chosen who choose themselves as their Loosh is of the finest vintage and this rarefied elixir keeps these forces fed which is why that voice in your head tortures you at Two AM, in bed, about things that are totally irrelevant in the end. Make smarter decisions.

Till we meet again