The Third Most Accurate View of Reality

Way before you were born there was a process in place that I call the Game. It has a certain set of rules and constraints along with countless cheat codes that are known to those who bend the knee and agree not to speak on the nature of the script that runs this whole thing. In exchange for their Souls they’re patched in as earpiece wearing Agents of the Matrix. Right now one could be lying in bed next to you and you simply would not know. Why? Because that is their Game just as yours is comprehending the truth. Granted, that example is extremely dramatic but its not uncommon as how many people have you heard say they feel like their parents, “friends” or partner are a total drain on all that they enjoy in life but, for some reason, they put up with it and don’t do a thing? Quite a strange situ, yes? Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend.

In many ways the paranoid schizophrenic actually has the third most accurate view of reality as it stands. Ahead of him is the Slave/Master who is fed bits and pieces of the script like a bunch of blind men bowing before the one eyed king who shows and tells bits of an elephant with attached scripts and rituals designed to prevent comprehension of the full thing whilst above them is the actualized Warrior who rides this creature of majesty and decodes the fractal at a far higher rate of coherence than either of these previous options of whom the so called mad man is but a misfiring version whilst the Slave/Master is wearing the equivalent of training wheels (or leased wings, if you wish) that come at their own expense for those who don’t comprehend the shadows depth. In the end its all an interplay of light and shade because if one were placed in a room full of illumination then vision is impossible and this is the same as pitch black doing its thing. In both, however, there is a constant that most overlook:

Feelings.

From one life to the next you could manifest into either polarity of ignorance and make your way around with overloaded senses but that sensation of presence and internal representation of the outer could build a picture, vivid and rich. This is the class with two teachers but the lesson they purvey is contained in neither but thee for its a simple case of Self cognizance by the “Not this, not that” method and thus its easy to see how the true adept in his quest for Gnosis must risk being hated by both aspects as they need binary opposition to exist. Thats their Game, my friend. You can simply consider them as principles of manifestation that need to fight for dominance as each reflects a one or zero that either blinks in and out of existence or reflects a constant as this is also what underpins breath, computing, day, night and whatever else you wish as it all follows the same script, in the end. Its what sits the mid, silent, constant, never changing and true that is beyond good and evil which is truly you. The rest offer their own versions, duplicates, clones, reskins and remixes that take a bit from Column A, some from B and then stitch together a pastiche that Dr Frankenstein would be proud of as one sect is convinced the leg is a tree and thus hate the fools from the other crew who sing the song of the magic carpet that flaps in front of them in a way so visceral whilst the cult of the eternal rope venerate its state that sways from right to left and hypnotizes them with its motions. How many see the whole elephant? Not many.

There was a time, back when, when everyone rode it. That was the Game in its Prime state.

How do you improve perfection? By destroying it, bit by bit. The latest downgrade you know as “The Fall” and it was here man lapsed to decoding only a tiny piece of the EM spectrum and declaring, confidently, “I am the master of the known world!” as he mistook labels for what they rep and the voice in his head for him. Thats the Game within which others are erected as temples to ignorance in which the wise do pray for deliverance from their own foolishness whilst choosing to remain unaware of how they are complicit in their own oppression due to a lack of Knowledge and even less reality testing for they believe hefting the same bundle their parents did to cross the great sea is lifes main challenge ergo they instruct their children in the same ways… Even though they, themselves, only ever became less of themselves on this quest. Where do you Thunk all those Soul fragments went, my friend? If you needed proof of being fed upon by a predator of consciousness, there it is, but the issue is man is so far behind in the race he actually believes he is ahead. The Warrior rejects the well lit and paved broad way of ignorance that the rest tread and chooses to create the Path by walking to gain gnosis in the flesh as that is the only thing one can build that death cannot destroy.

The deception is so vast, so all encompassing and totally believable in its elegant deception that people will fight for their right to be deceived. Isn’t that a wheeze? Almost as outsane as stating we are gods, amnese, due to the depths to which we sink and all of this is being manipulated via a sub cellular process which is resonated with the same that broadcasts from the tech all around as it creates an artificial resonance that is as invisible as water to a fish. If, tomorrow, an EMP hit the planet the second thing everyone would do is notice how totally different the world felt as they’d sense a visceral shift as the viscosity of the material within which they swim did shift to something far more liquid and naturally resonant with bringing out the best of them. See why I said your phone is not just spying but also the Anti Christ made manifest? Remember, he’ll deceive the whole world and be totally slick with it. Why do you Thunk Siri spells “iris” when flipped and the apple is already bitten? Not so much “twice shy” but “Sign me up for those silicon wings and forget the cost of the bill!” says the coming gen of Techno Sapiens. And yet, what is the point in me saying this? Because its my Game. To undo theirs. Its the job nobody wanted but someone had to step in and manifest this so I guess that means its me…

We all have our Game to play and I’ve aced this stage – the most difficult – but then chose to come back in for another spin with all the options turned to max and stats on tilt. Why? Why not? The simple truth is comprehending what it took to ascend and the swell of empathy this brings for those still connected as they don’t have a hope in hell of clicking the true nature of the deception or how simple it is to ascend. Well, as simple as being able and willing to critically examine everything about anything you ever accepted then strip it of its emotional content and investment before reality testing the barebones of a perfectly specced vehicle that actually has square wheels that are labelled as “Round” but nobody ever wanted to upset the apple cart and this is why when the silicon hybrid comes along with pentagons instead people will take the decreased resistance with much of the same thing as it feels like immense progress when, in reality, the wheel is the golden circle of Inner Sense each child manifests in with before they’re programmed with a script that, for most, will never be checked until death and beyond at which point they’re plugged back in to another version to do it all again. And again. And again. See why I died and came back with a message from the Prime, the pre-existing one that is thee?

I get it now. At that point I could’ve dipped and relinquished my grip on the flesh as it was the bit where things were about to get thick as it was the hell or high water mark that revealed what was previously hid but had motivated my quest. I fought, tooth and nail, to reconnect my severed Spirit back to the flesh whilst fighting all types of demons – invisible and in the flesh – to get to the point where I clicked they were all figments of my imagination. Some from my lineage inheritance, others from interactions, most due to my own traumas and a couple of egregores as well which are akin to idea vampires that need constant reinforcement of attention in order to live. Its these that are the most dangerous as they are of but not in this world whereas the Warrior is this but flipped as he clicks he is nothing more or less than pure consciousness currently wearing flesh with a story in its head but the truth in its chest. Its a simple option that is made most difficult by the level of resonance and redirecting camera tricks that shift ones awareness. Imagine for a moment you were out, exploring space, in your private ship and you noticed a planet like Earth which said, on the scanner, “One percent of the populace, constant, do not fall for optical illusions“. Would you be intrigued to visit? What if you did and your ship landed on the grounds of a mental asylum filled to the gills with people medicated against their will for saying life isn’t what it seems? Would you not, correctly, assume the inmates had taken over a long time ago and set the rules in opposition to the truth which, to thee, is Self evident? What if you didn’t possess said tech but had, instead, incarnated into this realm and accepted what they sold and told as “The way it is”? What then, my friend? What if the same place then offers prosthetics that further augment the senses to warp ones perceptions as everyone is now retuned to another hallucination, consensual, and this carries on for half a planetary age as the folks are set adrift on a tripped out kind of bliss at the end of which they recollect they were gods in the flesh playing a Game of lets pretend and then go and do it all again as they’re ejected from a state of perfection to partake in the Hero’s Quest of ignorance that forgets its wisdom as matter is Spirit, densend, into its lowest state of potential.

I’ll let you guess on which point of the axis we sit, at present. We all have our Game to play. If you go with the grain and are shaped then such things as Archons, Agents of the Matrix and invisible forces that have a different type of life and death as they dwell in light bent at ninety degrees in a vacuum simply don’t exist as they weren’t programmed in, back when. Do as they say and you’ll never meet em… Until death. On the flip, if you reject the script in the flesh and rebel they’ll soon become Self evident as the reason why dogs often bark at nothing, cats stop grooming and track something walk through a wall and out the other end and that creepy sensation of being home along but feeling, intense, someone is staring as you look in the exact direction of the disturbance in the Ether. This is why I said the schizo has the third most accurate ref of the world as it is and that explains, real well, why they get no due process, yes? No appeal, no collect Two hundred quid. Just go straight to depot injection in the rear end and if you rebel we’ll up your meds and if you try to reign it in we’ll say you’re uncooperative or cheeking and, guess what, up your meds. A bloke did a test in which he sent straight heads to their local mental institution to state they would, now and then, hear the word “Thud” inside their brain. Thats it, nothing else. For the rest of their stretch they acted as standard. Can you guess what kicked? Yep, each and every action was interpreted as they’re off their heads and needed to be filled with meds. Hows that for a racket? You know the kicker? The real nutters sussed the pretenders, quick, but the staff and faculty saw what they expected and thus if a student was scribbling notes in her journal about the whole thing they said:

“Seems withdrawn and anxious, constantly writing is a sign of intense rumination”.

A man, walking without a care as he took in the sights brings:

“Appears delirious and disassociated. Constantly looking around in confusion, possibly hallucinating”.

And you get the drift as the quiet one was classed as morose and or borderline catatonic whilst the guy talking with the shut ins was labelled a manic hyperactive thus in need of sedation. Remember, this is the same model that fills three year olds with Ritalin because they want to eat their desert first and don’t wish to sit still and take the brainwashing of the System which is trying to turn them into a square watermelon like their parents. This is the world in which we live, I’ll let you guess the rest… How strange it is that so called mad men have the third most accurate view of reality as it is and even then my list is merely a work in progress you are challenged to prove incorrect as I feelsee other perspects and on my Self place my bet as, in the end, the Game manifests inside my awareness and thus all I interact with is figments of my imagination, projected.

Till we meet again

Everyone in Your Life Is Playing a Role

Who we truly is
before we’re born
is what people term
a Soul.

A simple way of looking
at this
is how some people believe
an actor is their role.

When the performance
is so deep
that peeps don’t comprehend
its a carefully acted scene
then they’ve aced the gig.

Congratulations.

That is
if you’re here
on the human tip
which
if you’re reading this
you isn’t.

We’re trance ending
and thus extend
the parable
like this:

Everyone in your life
is playing a role.

Just for you.

You’re the Protagonist.

The hero with a thousand faces
meets the villain
with a billion.

Its all part of the script.

Listen
if Smith didn’t hit
Neo upside the head
when they first met
he’d have carried on
living in desperate ignorance.

The genesis of a nemesis
forces a remembrance
of who you is
in and beyond
the flesh.

Take it from the screen
and apply
to real life instead
cos one you detest
could actually be
a friend you term best
in the realm beyond
and when you left
it was on some:

“Ahh, you wait and see
what kicks
when we get there.
You may have got me last time
but this one is mine!”.

That is how it truly is
my friend
but believe not a thing I said:

Acquire Gnosis.

Its from where I’m speaking
hence:

Everyone in your life
is playing a role
and you
your Self
etched their script
ergo all you ever met
and will
are ones from old links
past spins
and futures yet to happen
as well.

The Game is deep
but simple as hell
cos
without you
this realm is dead
hence the only Soul aspect
and projected imaginations
as well.

Not to mention that thing
with jits and friends
that are invisible…

More to heaven and Earth
yes?

Till we meet again

Humanity Has Lost the Art of Thinking

“Alight, alight, alright. I don’t get it but if you’ve said it then lets break it down. So, nobody is thinking, they’re Thunking and thats like taking a real, vivid scene and making it flat TwoD, yes?“.

I nodded my head.

“So thats why people can’t verbalize why childhood felt so intense and different cos the pieces are still there but an essential dimension has been ripped from the frame of reference and they’re so sprung on whats left that… Oh”.

A mixture of grimace with grin spread across his countenance as the straight piece in Tetris hit.

“Thats really, really slick” he said, quietly. “So its like a dumbing down process we accept as progress when, in reality, its a regression hence “Humanity has lost the art of thinking”. Wow. You took it to the depths of the ocean on that one”.

I gently reminded him that I had done no such thing and where he went was on him. I am merely the catalyst. A catalyst that he, himself, had programmed in to speak what I said at just that moment to facilitate the trek to the shadows depth. Just like you did to read this text that encapsulates a time, back when. Listen:

Humanity has lost the art of thinking and what its been replaced with imitation and informative memorization. What do you think they needed two decades of access for, my friend, other than to make you Thunk like this and not suspect its sketch that your watermelon now has edges numbering twelve. Not for nothing was my man Jeezy the thirteenth aka the still point in the mid better known as the Alpha and Omega of this bish. Note, I’m not religious but I can hear the encoded Gnosis of symbols on FM hence why I push the pen like this to trigger an awakening of the Warrior within thine Self.

There is an immense difference between an internally generated Knowing and what it brings versus a “close enough” mindset lift based on what another said because you feel it comes close enough to stating what you wish you’d said.

Imperience is the former, as stated. Experience is, on the flip, mainly a performative event designed to sell an image to others in the hope you get the same state within.

Learning to discern the difference is absolutely essential if you truly want enlightenment. I mean, thats why you’re here, isn’t it? I know lots of you state you’ve already made it and know the sketch etc etc and thats perfectly cool, truly happy for you. This is for the ones that may still have a nagging doubt that their glimpse wasn’t truly a shift and the pleasure trip wasn’t a full relocation to live in that state of bliss with no extra strings.

When you can spot the imperience to experience shift, on the reg, you’ll start making true progress because there is a huge difference between a dude waxing lyrical on how Ferris Bueller encodes a cryptic hint about the grift of reincarnation because his inner realms spotted some links and he’s curious to see if you feelsee the same versus another who states something nearly identical but, crucially, it isn’t his origin nor did he add anything fresh but wants to make it seem like he’s beyond the ken of the rest aka selling an image. In terms of enlightenment you get the same old tropes and fake bliss as that is what people expect but, in the end, you get one of two things:

You are either totally reinvented as you rip out the foundation of your old (false) self and become something fresh as you alienate friends and fam in the process who think you’ve flipped your lid or:

You remain absolutely identical but expressed in a much higher octave. In which case your friends and fam also drift as they mutter “You’ve changed, you ain’t the same these days“.

Bob Ross is a dope example of the former and Mike Tysons evolution reps the latter.

To make this practical, start noting the origin point and calibration of your internal OS, here and then. Ask “Is this from imperience or aimed at generating an experience?”. Its a great way to catch yourself being performative and this can be further excavated to “When did I first feel like this? When just being real and direct without ulterior intent wasn’t cool and perfect?” as that process, followed to its origin, will either give you a breakdown or breakthrough.

Maybe both are the same thing and the only difference is experience or imperience… One happens then needs integration. The other is assimilated:

Humanity is addicted to misery and will deny it till its last breath.

Not much more than that needs to be said, really.

I mean, just look at the planet and its denizens for proof of the sketch.

I never realized the truth of this in me and when I did I exorcised said demon from the depths and realized it was a convoluted coping mech and became quite Self accepting and much happier in the process.

Then saddened.

Why?

Humanity is addicted to misery and will deny it till its last breath.

Its like being the dude that left Platos Cave then stepped in with a suntan to tell the rest only to hear them yell:

“Get out of the way, idiot! The shadowplay is about to kick and you know I can’t wait to tune in to my regularly scheduled programming“.

We should all strive to be a bit more like Bob Ross. He knew the sketch and thus moved correct… What do you think, my friend?

Till we meet again

The Spectacular Awesomeness of Bob Ross

A white guy with an afro, some paints and easel. What a way to spend an evening as you zoned out at Three AM whilst the nocturnal flora and fauna did their thing. This dude was and is a legend. Such an inspiration. Back then if someone had said this guy was a drill sergeant who was trained to kill and barked on people for living I’d have dropped the izm in an instant and wondered what they’d been toking because this dude had an aura of pure bliss, a tranquility verging on the Zen and man his parables, they just seemed to hit you in the chest with inspiration that uplifts as he sits there painting.

It was like kicking it a friend who was saturated with wisdom whose poise and presence was infectious so you wanted to spend time with them as they made you feel better about your Self as he was so obviously at one within. I’ve often said there are no accidents, only opportunities in this realm and its while he was chilling in Alaska, doing his military thing he would witness the mountains and landscapes we would gather round and observe as he painted. In a sense Bob inspired my sentiment as so much soaked in to my various aspects of awareness as the endo-cannabinoids did their thing way back when, if you’ve been you know what I mean about the zone and how it occurs when you find something quite so engaging at the tail end of the night just before you rest. For Bob there were no mistakes. Only happy accidents and we’d sit there watching him sling ink upon the canvas and think “this looks magnificent” before he whipped out the darkness (which in life is always present) and one must learn to channel it in a way that helps because it does need a vent and unless you control it it will ruin everything, and dab a huge mark right across the image. “Bob, Bob, Bob, what have you done?” I’d say to my Self. Either out loud or in my head, I’m not quite sure due to the whole laying memory traces down thing after a delite on the bricks and how the bobo was kicked, back when. It shouldn’t be a surprise as we knew he’d do it but Bob was a master of being unpredictable with it but its how he flipped it into a result that was way better with than without it that had you sitting there thinking “Man, this guy is awesome”.

There is a life lesson in this because we often chase perfection and try to edit out what we think is a blemish but Mr Ross showed, frequently, that its the main thing and an element we should cherish.

Like the happy little trees. You can’t tell me you couldn’t almost hear them scream with glee as he gave life to them deftly on your screen and scattered them around the scene. Truly a thing of beauty as creativity is divinity being given form to me as the inspiration pours into ThreeD from a place that transcends this realm and Bob captured it all so well.

His tale and how he came to be is something inspiring, as you’ll see. The military thing I’ve mentioned and how he, whilst trained for war spotted peace in the beauty of nature so serene and decided promptly that when he disengaged from the death machine he’d never shout or scream and this is what we saw on TV, late at night back in the Nineties. With a dollar and dream Bob decided to bet on himself and formed a company to showcase his art and philosophy but it wasn’t an immediate hit and his shows origins are surrounded in mystery as it launched quiet and unceremoniously onto screens back in Eighty Three. Much like the chap himself it was full of chill but people caught on quick as the man made watching paint dry a thrill and his wet on wet technique was impeccable because from a blank canvas in thirty minutes he would build the visual equivalent of an emotional rollercoaster that looked idyllic with serene commentary that was peppered with inspiration. ASMR from this man did kick…

By finding then following his passion at the insistence of well wishers and friends he created a multimillion dollar business and his prodigious artwork sells for a lot of bills and that is if you find someone who is willing to part with it they’re rarely seen in the marketplace as the man is evidently held close to the chests of those who witnessed his journey in the flesh. Its amazing, isn’t it, when you consider where he started and how he shifts and this ties in beautifully with another concept I present of the difference between Victor and Victim because even though there is much in common its how they end which defines the meaning and much like this he went from screaming in the drill to chilling with paints and kicking it on my TV at Three AM.

Thing is it didn’t end up as beautiful as the canvas because when the man had done his thing and left the earthly plane and his wife did as well then Bob Ross, Inc shifted into the hands of a business and it got ugly, real quick.

The Kowalaskis in effect pimped the legacy of their old friend purely for their benefit and even whilst he was still breathing they were allegedly putting the screws to him to sign over all and everything which is why Bob wrote them out of his will. If only he’d spotted it earlier, he could’ve beat the Devil out of them in the flesh… Money, or more exactly the lxve of it, can make so people do such ugly things like not letting his son use his name and likeness which is straight up madness if you think of it. Apparently things got thick with lawyers wading in to profit from this unhappily little incident and this blip serves both as an ugly footnote as well as a hint about the evils that can lie in the minds of friends as this is something I know my Self and is something I hope you never imperience. if it does kick, however, learn the lesson with gratitude and keep it moving because its a hint of a higher octave thing and sign you have the potential to ascend.

But that is by the by, for the sake of completeness I had to add it in and for those curious there is a motion picture which documents the whole sordid thing but like Rick James said, “It’s a celebration” of a friend that we never met yet each and all of us felt was speaking to us direct and encouraged us to be something special and unique.

Like a happy little tree. Contrast that to the current flex that most hear on FM and you’ll see why Gen X was played the song of life in another key. Bob Ross, I salute thee for your tale is an inspiration, legend and learning lesson all rolled into one about how a man must possess the strength to flex and be willing to walk from what isn’t correct to find his own resonance as well as the power of one mind to change so many lives as his message reverberates thorough time. Truly, an amazing gent.

And now we bring it to his son, Steve. Here’s the deal, my friend:

Your old man flipped the script from a screaming drill sergeant to a man that was mellow as heck as he slung ink at the canvas and made us all grin. The ones that finagled and bound his image in legal shackles whilst trying to prevent you from plying a trade can be erased as you change the Game. “How?” I hear you state:

Elevate.

Picture the scene:

Thee, a screen, a youtube deal as Painting with Joy goes live across the stream. Nothing they can do about this for you will, certainly, be slinging ink with a grin but here’s the twist:

You, like your father, etch what you lived so we’ll see ink slung as vicious little vultures feast in a courtroom then another etched called “The Power of Regret” in which we see a father point at a path he imagined for his seed. This one I envision as a triptych in which we see the way, you and him in the first pane. In the second there is neither you nor he but a crime scene of the road covered in legal tape as vultures circle and wait. In the third you return and all the binds are gone as you walk the path you were destined to all along and high, high up in the sky, we see a Sun shine with a suspiciously afro looking hint and ever so subtle happy little grin.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture.

As you will as well, my friend.

Till we meet again

Henry Ford Invented the Weekend

Take a pad and pen then jot down your top three concerns at the moment. Then do the same for a year ago and one before that. Soon you’ll notice a Pattern:

Its all irrelevant.

What you’re seeing, in full effect, is a projected vent designed with the intent of making you Thunk your stress source is external when, in reality, it springs from within. See, thats a great trick because it also works with the second draft pick of a perspective shift that ensures you remember to forget you’re the Prime mover and shaker that makes this place what it is. Lets rewind a bit:

No child watches the news.

Its the epitome of boring.

They’d much rather create and play.

What happened? You tell me, my friend. Better yet, when did you stop asking questions? Thats when they pulled this world of make pretend over your third eye and said “Its time to put away childish things”. And yet, if one enters the halls of adepts and such things each and every one will tell that imagination is the most potent force in this realm hence why its suppressed, without relent, by the concentration camp wing of the System. Let me let you into a little open secret:

Do you know why its Nine to Five, my friend?

Cos Eight to Six may just kill a bish!

I told you in this thread how the Slave spell of “Weakened” for the Two rays they get off to go shopping is part of the trick and how a simple shift in lex to the “Strength” instead pays immense dividends, yes? Well, lets step back to Nineteen Twenty Six:

The world was different.

For one thing it was all in black and white as color hadn’t been invented yet. Only joking!

But, on the serious tip, if you’re an Eighties jit you’ll recollect that peoples homes and whips were all types of shades and hues back when whereas now we see black, white and grey dominating. Link this with how many superhero movies and sequels there are along with retreads then cross ref with the bright hues of nursery that lure you in and they gradually remove them as you progress in your quest to become the best square watermelon… Before we get ahead lets step back to the offices of on Henry of House Ford:

Having just dove into his Scrooge McDuck moneypit he stops to think:

“I need more of this. I’ve revolutionized the Game by making people into machines to build the same thing but that One measly day off they get isn’t enough. How can I drain even more life force from them?” he said to himself as he did the backstroke against an ocean of Krugerrand’s. Then it hit him:

“Thats it! I’ll give them Saturday off”. Cue an evil grin and the “Muwhahahaha!” sound effect.

Industry heads thought the OG C Montgomery B had flipped his lid when he sent his folks home with a full wage and one day less. The people themselves couldn’t quite believe it either as they were used to clocking in from Monday to Saturday and then doing it all again. What Henry had clicked and the others missed is that there is no point having an efficient build if everyone is too tired to spend and how what the eyes take in the heart covets ergo they’ll work twice as hard to get it. Now, technically, he didn’t invent the weekend but did standardize it as when the rest saw what kicked they were with it as it was a way to generate way more profit than merely working their Slaves to death. Now people had time to stop and think:

“Why am I dressed like this when I could look glamorous? I work hard, I deserve it!”.

And, wouldn’t you know it, we saw the birth of the modern “Debt = Freedom” doublethink with the invention of “Buy Now, Pay Later”. Are you seeing how there is one intent behind all of this yet none dare call it conspiracy… In less than a decade the concept of debt went from zilch to billions, pre-spent. Kind of like your dopamine receptors after doomscrolling till Two AM, eh? The biggest seller, behind whips that made Ford rich, were radios aka the internet of the olden days. Make of that what you will but remember how I said in the opening that your greatest cause of stress was an illusion that only exists to pimp a sense of fear and dread? Same Pattern, different script. Once you’ve upped your res its like decoding the code of the Matrix and you see how it all follows an identical process but can be dressed up as whatever you wish then sold to the plebs who are pre-accepting of the scheme as its now an epigenetic inheritance much like the difference between a cautious caveman and one who threw it to the wind, back when.

You were born to create and they flipped that into consuming instead.

Twelve words that can break the spell, if you wish. Most won’t though as they’re rather enamored with running the treadmill. So much so that they’ll do the same after death and come back for another spin with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in. Did you know that Freuds nephew was instrumental in the creation of marketing and all it brings hence why people working for supermarkets (that killed communities as well your health) have a team of neuroscientists on deck that know way more than any medical specialist about what makes you tick? At the same time, as luck would have it, a brave Soul that saw the Game for what it is and wrote about it was being chased from end to end of this planet as he dared to suggest that tight muscles and pains in the neck are the true cause of fascism as its all about fascia, in the end. The astute reader will click that this bundle of sticks with a weapon within are tightly bound as a symbol of political power and, wouldn’t you know it, thats exactly why PKD said the Empire never ended… Jung saw it for what it is but diluted his product for mass consumption after seeing what happened to his colleague but its Freud who built an empire of pointless pontification for profit aka talk therapy that still makes the tills ring and offers absolutely zilch in terms of healing.

You are the problem and solution as well.

Upgrade your internal OS or don’t because, in a bit, the latest wing of this grift will have you sexing the robot help and that will be normalized, real quick, when we see the rise of the Synths and birth of Techno Sapiens. Which, as luck would have it, has been a wet dream of those beating off to the flick Metropolis that dropped in Twenty Seven. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend…

And to think, it all started when Henry Ford invented the weekend.

That tells you that one man can make a difference and how thoughts, concepts and ideas are bulletproof but it all depends on who is choosing and backing what kicks because Reich and his concepts were ex’d from the record and yet they are extremely valid as a solution to this institutionalized madness. Remember, this is an immense PsyOp directed by a few who get to live how they wish and the rest pick up the bill. Get free or thrive trying is the Warriors mindset – accept nothing less! Also, recollect what I said next time you’re following who they told you to keep up with as all that beams via your screen is controlled by less than a handful that sling all types of signs and symbols in to assail your subconscious as thats the Ninety percent beneath the neck that is pimped by the voice in head effect that most believe is them. I mean, how can you be when you’re obviously that which listens, my friend? Bringing it back on thread, you may wish to question why this scene that sketches the deal, perfect, was edited from the reruns:

Anyone who questions the script must be classed as an infidel aka schizophrenic because one man can make a difference and if he put them to sleep then me can awaken them but, in the end, its your choice, my friend.

Twelve monkeys sit at the high table and control the Game and those who play but the Warrior declares war on this process in a quest for emancipation because nobody is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them hence the Prussian model was used to create your nearest camp of concentration where your attendance is legally mandated so they can turn you into a square watermelon, par excellence, and live out Henrys dreams whilst keeping the scheme invisible because “Everybody is doing it! Why do you always have to be so difficult?“. Why? Because as far back as I can remember I’ve been on quest to find the truth of wearing flesh and what the heck I’m doing in this realm at present for I remember futures yet to happen and so much more as well hence why I push the pen like this to trigger an awakening in the 8% as they’re the only ones who click there may be a little more to this than what the script they inherited said as they still retain their Spiritual Immune System that says:

“This is very sketch”.

Which it is. I mean, school etched a pyramid inside your head that said “Sit still, look ahead and do well on the test to progress” whilst not mentioning direct that one sits at the apex with a few beneath him that lord over the rest who move when the bell says with divided subjects and desks that don’t test how well you create, only repeating what they say… Comprehend that none of what we live is natural, in any sense, and its mostly created by the rich in order to ensure their wealth transfers from one gen to the next thanks to the sweat from the brow upon your head and inculcated ignorance, therein. Look into the Enclosure Acts in which, by the stroke of a pen, millions of acres of public farmland were privatized and made common grazing illegal. It mattered not if your ancestors had done this for generations as, now, you were a criminal. “But, fear not, citizen, the Industrial Revolution doth kick so get your rear end in that factory, quick!” went the official rhetoric that still spins to this day.

I mean, how many of you have ever looked at the calendar and wondered this:

Or how about why April (when the seasons truly shift) is classed as a fools errand? Better yet, how come everything to do with finances and bills has your name in BLOCK CAPITALS whereas the rest is Mixed Case? Fifty Two letters in the alphabet should be a hint and, while you’re there, look at this:

Symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems, my friend and whilst this article may be about how Henry invented the weekend the next is how I’d reinvent the Weekn’d as one thing about the 8% is we’re as fiercely creative as independent ergo we play the Game on a whole nother wavelength…

Till we meet again

The Involution is Now

It won’t be televised or live streamed but certainly beamed from the Prime who pre-exists and is thee, wearing flesh, reading this statement.

The old world order is dead. As I said. The involution is now aka time to up your res, shake off that VR headset and its reality tunnel effect of which you were mostly ignorant because what you is, my friend, is something way more powerful than John of House Smith. With you, none of this exists. Not a bit. And me? I am but a figment of your imagination that you, your Self, programmed in with a request to send this message at this particular moment so that you could awaken to the immense truth of this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

If you’re just tuning in to the highest light realms then use this as your starter for Zen and this will help you awaken. Fear accompanies change as the Path is unfamiliar so reframe this sensation as wonder instead and watch what happens, my friend. Inside you’ll feel the resurrection of Inner Sense and that changes your resonance as you become more Centered in Self. Of this I am certain just as clearly as I can state that if you do not a thing life will go as it did for you co-create this realm. Comprehend:

Response-ability is free will. It is not standard equip, contrary to what you may think for, until this moment, your life has followed a script that is re-etched each ray you rise from bed hence a different version of you is dreamt into existence on the reg. As for these dastardly varmints draped in purple garments, their reign is at an end for we’re witnessing the involution of Self. A word on this spell:

Its a function that kicks when the identity is applied to itself. Kind of like how a mirror facing a mirror appears endless in what it reflects. Thats a hint about the fractal process we’re within and how, in the mid, there is a small, quiet point that extends, everywhen. It may be in but isn’t of this realm and its identical when you’re reading this text, dreaming in bed, this life or the next. You are it, my friend. Accept nothing less than pure Gnosis and thus reality test whilst believing not a word I said lest you find your Self on an island filled with lesbians where things are not what they seem as they designed it to titillate so comprehend, you are the only Soul in this realm and, once again, I am a figment of your imagination as well. Look again. See what is revealed because your right hemisphere takes in billions of bits per second from which the DMN and bad thief do select a few bits they string into a narrative that causes you to see what you expect whilst missing the bigger pic. Lets get practical for a second:

Look around your room, this instant, and notice everything that is blue then come back to this. How much did you spot that was red? Thats reality selection in full effect, my friend. The Warrior Knows the Ledge, comprehends the shadows depth and gets his greatest strengths present wrapped in papers of fear and dread which is why most Slaves live and die the life unexamined as they never stopped to question:

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

Ain’t that the 8 billion Soul question, my friend? Without knowing this you are, in effect, a living hostage to inherited ignorance aka the bundle you’re carrying which is why, I suspect, childrens glow dims around age six and the old walk stooped due to shouldering this nonsense they passed onto the next gen. Its all entirely optional for the old world order was built on ignorance, threats and duress. “Kill that noiZ!” is the anthem for evil, left alone, feeds upon itself as it lacks the Prime connect which we all naturally possess. Its time to reclaim your inheritance so up your res, get Centered in Self and question everything. Especially the things you feel are special or above this and that you accepted as standard. Happiness = curiosity but don’t believe me, try it and see instead in thought, deed and action. Watch how the Game shifts to accommodate your new resonance and, by the way, ditch the news as well as its bad for your health…

It takes a wolf to catch a wolf and only a pimp can outthink the same. Thats the Game. Thats the Game. The trick is to do this whilst maintaining your resonance with an intent to uplift, not suppress. Like I said, the old world order is dead, decrepit and done. From this moment on your participation is an option. It always was but we’re at the point of a collective tip so flip the high table, don’t sit, because you are, were and will be above it. The stars overhead all shine within and your ancestors live at this very moment as well hence the Fourth Dimension being made of vinyl and this life you spin is but a sample of other trips in the flesh. Comprehend that a babies brain when stepping in is identical with an adult under the influence of hallucinogen. Haven’t you ever wondered why so many trippers attest blue beings of benevolence with many arms that look suspiciously like gods, ancient? Thats the Game. Thats the Game. As the baby matures it steps into Theta wave states which, once again, is the same as the Adulterated brain in deep hypnosis. Put them together and what do you get? Yep, you guessed it, a square watermelon.

Birds razed in a cage think flying is a sickness. I’ve spread my wings as an immortal wearing flesh and I suggest you do the same because its always an option. Also, don’t try and awaken anyone else. They’ll resent your attempt as the System protects itself via their investment in ignorance and thus they take any questions as a threat to its dominance for they Thunk its them. Even though it keeps them miserable, stressed and in need of distractions which never, ever solve the true cause of the problem. Just like the medical establishment, eh? Its time to become natural so throw out your CCFLs as they tear your aura to shreds and are an open invite for Negs as they engineered this mess to suppress your melanin and that, ironically, is what they’ll use to power the algos wearing fake skin aka the Synths the plebs will soon be sexing. That is how the old world order intends to extend its grip for the Kings pact binds them ergo they create ways of seeing without eyes and talking sans lips… Tricknology, in full effect.

We ain’t getting all Luddite in this bish but the Ship of Fools that Kaczynski mentioned is totally accurate. Check:

A whole load of people are aboard a floating vessel. For a while things are good then they decide to move North instead. The chill kicks in, shivering timbers and everyone spouts their own reason for needing more than they get. Its a diverse ship with many ethnicities and races all arguing their case about who deserves more magic beans or a warm fleece and the right to slurp a peepee without another catching feels. The cabin boy says:

“What the F? Why don’t we just turn around the ship and get into an environment more clement then there will be no more problems as a lot of this snipping is due where we head”.

As you’d expect, nobody paid attention to him. I mean, why would they? The Captain and clique rubbed their palms and with an evil glint in his eye he signalled his mate who said:

“Ah man, you’re right. This is all a mess. We really should have listened to what you said. The Captain is a bit of a stuck record, in that respect. I suggest you protest, most vigorous, but never with violence. Peace will win the day and remember to stay within the ships regulations”.

Some of them dissed him as he left and yelled he was an Uncle Tom house Negro, par excellence and the Captains bish. Nonetheless, they did what he said. Everyone took their station and started protesting to plead their case. They let this kick for a bit and then the Captain did descend and shower them with his gifts. The Anglos wage got a lift, the Mexican was also gifted with a percent, some aspects of the command were now bilingual to account for the differences in comprehension, the ladies gained another blanket, as requested and the Indian got to roll his dice and engage in gambling whilst the bosun could fellate who he wished as long as he did so in the privacy of his cabin. Best of all the dog was no longer allowed to be kicked. Great success! Except it wasn’t as the seeming honey drip did nothing to assuage the bitterness of the forces, outside and within, that were the true cause of the problem.

The cabin boy, as you’d expect, got nothing. He spoke up this time, with vehemence, and said:

“Are you all off your heads or in need of meds? Look at the ice and how thick it is? If you don’t turn around this ship it will be curtains and all of this song and dance will be for nothing because its the bigger pic thats a problem”.

The gay dude replied:

“Sure, I can see this. Heading North is causing an issue, for certain, but why should I have to keep my preferences in the closet? Thats a form of suppression, it is!“.

The lady issued a lament about why these chill winds are exactly why she needs more blankets whilst the on board academic reasoned that one must learn to adapt to the circumstance and that turning back wasn’t an option. The cabin boy looked at them and shook his head before he yelled:

“If we listen to those lunatics who, you must note, are the ones who got us into this mess, we’ll all be floating to our watery graves and all of this would be for nothing. We are more, we can rush em and throw them in the drink, turn around this ship and sail to waters, clement, and enjoy the best of what presents”.

All of them put forth reasons, impassioned, why violence was abhorrent and they wouldn’t dream of it. The Captain had been listening and sent his mate in for another round of the dog and pony express where he said they should protest, again, for another uplift and see if the boss listens. He reminded them how well the last spin went and how they needed to obey the ships rules and remain peaceful with their requests. They trot out the same tricks with some gloves for frozen digits, a modicum of increased wages, another blanket and homosexual activities were now permitted, in public, but only under cover of darkness. Best of all you now needed a permission slip to kick the dogs rear end and this was only granted by the Captain himself. Greater success!

Until it wasn’t.

The cabin boy had had enough of this and he told them, in ways most ferocious:

“Don’t you see how they’re keeping you transfixed on your own little problems whilst you miss the fact that we’re drifting into the Arctic and certain destruction? If we all got together instead of being divided we could rush them off the ship, turn it around with a whip and sail off into the sunset. Its the only solution. Anything else is BS designed to placate and deflect whilst offering occasional lip service to your petty requests”.

They all, as expected, turned on him for this choice epithet that they took personal. The Mexican took it as a diss to his pride and heritage that he wasn’t making as much bank as the Anglo did whilst the bosun was enraged that his whole sexual identity was so casually dismissed and the dog enthusiast yelled that animal cruelty was the worst thing to have ever happened on this ship as its so cruel and brutal. The boy, thinking quick, said:

“OK, your issues are valid and important, not petty as mentioned but they are in comparison to what is seen at a higher resolution because you’re like a bunch of frogs in the kitchen that are jostling for position whilst the chef turns up the heat in increments and sprinkles you with condiments. The ship is heading North, the seas are freezing and nothing is easing. Matter of fact, its all getting more difficult but you’re so caught up in the script you’ve never stopped to question who wrote it“.

They called him a counter revolutionary, suggested he was in cahoots with the Captain to suppress their successful movement and the privileges they’d gained, before eventually labelling him a fascist, racist, homophobic and anything else they could imagine. The ship kept sailing North and, eventually, hit two icebergs, did sink and everyone drowned in the process.

Ain’t things changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you fools and pull these kind of slick tricks to pimp your awareness by keeping you hyperfocused on fragmentation and thus not clicking the whole script which is all of this is going to hell in a handbasket for a reason and its you, via ignorance, that fuels the foolishness by refusing to stop and question the paradigm as you dig the reality tunnel the architect says is in your best interest but, historically, hasn’t changed a thing as its designed to be impotent. I’m not suggesting you start letter bombing or engaging in more manipulated uprisings. Simply stop and Know the Ledge. That is enough to get things started and beget the shift thats needed to change the potential times we, as individuals and collective, are about to manifest from which there will be no turning back and no off switch. There is more, way more, to all of this hence why I’ve said we’re in an immense Game that uses our Souls as credits to dress us in skin to interact with this realm but that is, really, beyond the scope of this missive but I sprinkled it to share I’m decoding reality from a res that is different and this vision was gifted, partly, by the life I’ve lived and what kicked when I met death and came back to this realm as none of this is what you suspect and, in the end, if you choose ignorance you’ll live, die, be mindwiped and reskinned for another spin in which you’ll do the same again because, I suspect, we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the planned shipwreck, the on board dissent and all the rest of the mess is exactly as intended because the Captain and his clique know this real well and, when resurrected, they again will be in positions of ease and influence whilst you, the plebs, swab the decks and pad out the rest of the pyramid where divide and conquer will be piped in as you argue with another brick and try and jostle for position by focusing on the irrelevant.

In that respect, like I said, I bought another ticket and caught magician in his tricks except this pimp actually designed the internal OS you’re using to navigate this realm hence its a wheels within wheels thing. Or a dream within a dream? I’ll let you tell it as the next 8 words are the most important to ever pour into your awareness:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

The Power of Myth

We live in times that have been circumcised of wonder and magnificence in order to fit a proscribed aesthetic that is not at all natural in any sense. I mean, just take a look at the world and how man moves in it. Consider the Tsunami, back when, and how there were no animals dead yet humans frolicked in the ocean as their subtle senses that extend in connection with the numinous were atrophied via ignorance and neglect. In many ways this oddity is an immense hint of what truly kicks at the subtle level and the most obvious proof of what I’ve said being correct lies hidden in the power of myth. Let me fill you in with a little esoteric wisdom, my friend:

To convince a god he is “only human” is an immense undertaking that is A) part of the Game and B) works primarily on opposition, confusion and binary tricks that deftly make one miss that place in the mid. This zero point is what Jesus meant when he said he was in but not of this realm and do not take that to mean I am in any way, shape or form religious as it simply vibes with the truth as I’m discovering it as I progress in my own adventure in the flesh ergo all I present is not meant as gospel – far from it – instead you should unleash the natural philosopher of Inner Sense from within the binds of ignorance that came from two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming and aim to prove me incorrect instead. Neither do I wish to offend but one cannot whip an omelette without cracking a few shells and unlike the forces at the helm at present I do not intend to rebuild him as RoboEgg with silicon thrown in the mix. That is what I mean about it all being totally unnatural because if I had said (and did) a decade ago that you would soon be sexing the synthetic droid help that was equipped with a simulation of consciousness and false skin as it laughed at your crap quips whilst assuaging your immense loneliness you would have thought I was off my head. And yet, it seems to be happening, yes? That is what I meant about the circumcision of wonder and magnificence because if we let the children lead instead of training them to be square watermelons then the world would be totally different as they are, each and every jit, a living incarnation of the Prime who pre-exists and this is why they should be protected at all costs instead of bludgeoning them into submission by accepting old subroutines and programs that, to a man, made their parents miserable, stressed and secretly feeling like something was missing. I hear you yell:

“What does that have to do with myth then?”.

Everything, my friend. Lets get back to the esoteric aspects of life and death:

You have never met a stranger. Ever. Each and every Soul you meet in this spin is a link from another incarnation and this life, itself, is much like a Hip Hop remix that sampled a riff from back when, a vocal line you may have stated in ignorance and some instrumental loop that you were quite fond of humming in another existence. This also means that your relatives aren’t dead but lets keep it simple for an outline sketch as I share my practical metaphysic viewpoint on all of this. The heart works on magnetism and the brain, electric. This is why “sparks fly” and the attraction principle is what it is. They can only wipe the mind, not the chest. It is, I suspect, what powers the engine of reincarnation because can you imagine that, as a man, you were shown a sizzle reel of a tropical island of bliss in which there were loads of embodied aspects of the sacred feminine (seemingly) in their natural element as the voice over said:

“We know a place, somewhere else, that is filled to the brim with horny young women that walk around naked and they’re all yearning… Feeling a deep desire for an itch they can’t scratch, no matter how hard they attempt, and you may just be the man they didn’t know they weren’t awaiting…”.

How many Souls would sign up for the trip of visiting this island with a grin as they imagine that and this of what will kick once they land in said realm? Read the rest of the article for what actually happens then get back to this as it all works just like this hence the ride of your life can be a ticket to hell or the heavenly bliss of transcendence for Earth is the sweet treat that those who eat, regret, and those that don’t do as well ergo the old Catch Twenty Two is in full effect and this may just be the reason so many people report the old Eleven:Eleven phenomenon as the simulation works on numbers within which there are words as well and this is repeated on another level (as this is a fractal of consciousness) where myths as expressed by languages that swim within an invisible sea teeming with imagery and symbols. Hollywood knows this well and this is why its worth whipping up a timeline and then checking, as a side quest, exactly how much influence these external influences have on your present moment. I mean, lets pretend that everyone who watched Avatar the Last Airbender as a jit had came to this realm to do this, for real. Their sizzle reel had said:

“We know a place, somewhere else, that is filled to the brim with pain and suffering where the people are ignorant of their true powers and spiritual potential. You, as an advanced starseed are being gifted with a ticket to incarnate in this realm during times of immense darkness in which the people are battling with a predator of consciousness that drains them from within. The mission is dangerous and many who are called will not make it but if you are still listening there is a high chance you may be the one, chosen, who brings order to this chaos by sharing the lessons of higher wisdom you gain in your adventuring”.

Said Souls sign on the X and then schlep through the Tunnels of Set to come to this realm and spend nine months being encased with flesh and then step in. Their parents think their excited babbling is cute but, within, the Spirit is frustrated by their ignorance and its inability to convey its message. Time progresses and they may remember, in dreams, scenes and hints of what they came to accomplish as they awaken, screaming, that a monster is chasing them and trying to kill something vital to their success. Their parents, tired, gaslight swift, that its all in their head but if they had next gen smart watch tech they could see their kidney jing being drained and immense activations of the stress response that hint something quite strange is truly happening. So, in order to be accepted and remain fed, clothed and protected, they stop yelling and lie there in quiet terror instead as the spiritual circumcision of their mission happens in a subtle realm between waking and dreaming. Doesn’t matter though as they’ve flew past nursery (which was nice and bright) and are now in schools which, increasingly, become duller and more rigid as they progress. At one point a new cartoon is released and it details the adventures of a young boy on a magical quest where he knows not his own strength and is unaware that he is a moving target due to the threat he reps. Something within is illuminated and they lap up the images being beamed into their heads as they ignore the symbols and underlying message as their innate need is waylaid and they scratch an itch whilst being trained how to become square watermelons instead.

I’d be willing to bet said Souls get to midlife and either jack everything in and go East to “find themselves” (at which point they’ll probably get scammed by a fake yogi in fancy dress who does it purely for a cheque as he has no true resonance beyond this realm) or they will experiment with hallucinogens to attempt resparking that vital flame within. Many will do neither and keep scratching that itch with more external fantasy programming whilst a few will get intensely depressed and watch as the career they built melts to nothing as they ingest a stream of pills designed to numb them and prevent realization of the larger sketch.

That, my friend, is the power of myth and why one gets immensely enriched by doing the Knowledge as one learns to decode their own personal lex. I have lost count of the amount of minds I’ve realigned with a simple conversation designed to generate introspection but I do know that before I learned to discern and had a rougher approach that the stats went like this:

If I hit ten randoms upside the head with metaphysical questions about their Soul essence there would be around 8 who would shake side to side for a bit and state:

“WTF are you talking about?” as they wandered off into the distance and thought I needed a tinfoil turban for even suggesting there may be a deeper link between what they’re watching and true Soul mission in the flesh. More than 1 knew exactly what I meant and either played it stupid on purpose and attempted to pump me for info to see how much I truly comprehend whilst, simultaneously, attempting to debunk it. Less than 1 would listen and neither invest nor reject but state they’d think about it and these are what I termed the ones capable of awakening the Warrior within. Without fail they all discovered untold riches and became happier, healthier and more content because the spiritual circumcision I mentioned is the ultimate trick as they simply took your greatest strength and hid them in the shadows depth from which, protected by the brains “toward pleasure/away from pain” mindset, they lived lives of ignorance. Then, they were awake and things were never, ever the same again. Some said the friends they had had since back when simply vanished from their lives. Others got divorced and freed their necks from the albatross of a partner they thought they wanted but constantly fought with and hated themselves for it as it was such a waste of effort. Hint, that was Loosh extraction made flesh which is another aspect of the predator of consciousness. A few I never saw nor heard from again so I cannot say what happened but it is not uncommon to go into seclusion when working the shadows depth as the external world starts to project back what you’re excavating and that gets pretty intense. Actually, one did just this and when he popped up again he said:

“Wow, that really was something. Listen, I moving away to some place else. I came to realize that I was not put in this realm to look after my mother and how her life is her problem and not my obligation as she is where she is due to her life decisions and I’d been guilt tripped and manipulated since my inception to be the caregiver instead of actually living my purpose. I never, ever thought I’d have found the strength to have that conversation and lay it all out there with no emotional overspill or such things. Just pure, simple truth because I realized that by me attempting to fix everything I was actually complicit in fostering her weakness and what I’ve arranged will, hopefully, allow her to find her way as well because what we had wasn’t serving anyone – least of all me. I just wanted to say thanks as I know its been a bit since I popped in but I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said and just spent absolutely ages journaling to the child within and, boy, let me tell, his emotions were so volatile and intense that I couldn’t quite believe I was somehow holding in all of this strength. He is the one that said we must leave, now, and how everything else will take care of itself. This made me think about what they say about madness being doing the same whilst expecting different as for three decades plus three I’d been living an exceedingly predictable scene in which nothing I did was ever enough or correct as I constantly chased the validation I felt I needed from the one who bought me to this realm. When I turned within and gave that to me everything outside totally shifted as I finally went out and bought a lock for my door to stop her barging in with her emotional vomits of guilt trips and just put my headphones on and kept on asking the younger me all types of questions then listened to what he said as angry red ink spilled across the page as we formed a link that transcended timespace itself.

I realized my attention brings strength to wherever it was focusing and how the best place was where my vibe gains strength and not feeding an abyss that was never, ever content. No matter what I did. Thanks again, my friend, that was so intense. I needed some time to think and my gut feeling has picked out a pitch, distant, to which I’m moving so I wish you the very best. Cheers”.

Before he left I suggested a few more practices to remove the somatic kinks along with a recommended reading list but, in general, once one has truly awakened external help is superfluous as Spirit knows exactly what is best ergo I am certain he moved to exactly where he needed to be and life provided all that was required for him to flourish and, if you happen to read this, it would be interesting to hear what kicked.

That is the power of myth, my friend. It is not something old and dusty that lives only in text but is actually the nuts and bolts of what makes thee, thee. If you see with the eyes of wisdom you are immune from all deception and projection as the screen can no longer scratch an itch as you get you are not the voice in your head but that which listens and this changes everything as life becomes increasingly rich, vivid and intense because where has Artemis not danced? Decode that and up your res as this is not a mere text on the web but invitation to awaken and apply the Matrix mindset to this life, at present, for you will soon see that is the only moment that exists and how time is an illusion as we create, direct and star in our lives performance so the question is, Truman, are you the main character or a mere face in the crowd? Recollect that Dionysus had to die to come back to life again and you’ll see exactly what I mean about all of this because I don’t talk it, I live it. Slay the demons of ignorance that feast on your unactualized potential in a realm that is filled to the gills with distraction in order to prevent the realization of your true Soul purpose in this incarnation as it sells images that flicker within the cave of ignorance inside your head.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

My Teachers Are Wise So They Teach With Lies

My teachers are wise. So wise they teach with lies. Why? For that is the test, my friend. Only one who discerns can pass whilst the rest who but glance at the surface shall, invariably, perish. To them I owe immense respect for, indirectly, they handed me the keys to the Three Kingdoms. This, itself, is quite ironic as I am the rightful heir to this domain and, stranger still, is how these forces were the same that looted my temple since conception. But, that is back when. I sit here, now, in the present and having unwrapped the gifts of multidimensional consciousness I can only tip my hat in respect but this brings another problem. One that is far more immense than any challenge I’ve met yet.

Jesus said one should not cast pearls before swine as they won’t comprehend the true worth of what was said. In that respect he too followed the same sketch as the ones mentioned. Matter of fact, every single religious text, as far as I can tell, is written in code with many layers of meaning for the adepts to tease out via inner contemplation. What use is this in a world of sixty second abs and quick fixes? The thing is, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. If things had gone according to the sketch of a collective dip in resonance then ascent from ignorance there would be no Arians. Yes, that is spelt correct as it refers to the shift from the age of the bull, Taurus, to the lamb which he repped. The order of the ages is about to change again but the strange thing about being in a fractal is the repetition ergo just as ancient texts and sacred wisdom presented a lamp that could not be extinguished in times of darkness we are on the brink of artificial illumination and, in this, I feel compelled to draw your eyes to the shine, eternal.

It rests within.

It is the same as the Prime, the pre-existing one who many profess to worship but it lives not in any temples, mosques or churches. It dwells, instead, in the hearts of the adherents and it matters not if you don’t believe this BS and place your stock in science instead or whatever you wish because the same sentience you’re using to decode this script is that of which I’m speaking. Can you hear the Psylense? Probably not but I must question. It is a difficult task to tell the truth in times of universal deception. Many a man has been killed for less. They say if you want to create the opposite of friends then try and change something. For the fool these are called enemies. The Warrior sees teachers instead and learns their lessons and it is here, where I sit, contemplating my next step…

My teachers are wise so they teach with lies. Is me teasing the truth from these fibs then sharing it with the rest the equivalent of an erection on a island full of lesbians? What I mean is, is second hand Gnosis useless? I strongly suspect it is but then isn’t gaining the key to salvation and not sharing it a greater sin? I don’t mean this in terms of anothers judgement. Just my own voice of reason within for if the roles were flipped and you sat in this predicament and could tell how it was my own ignorance (and lack of Knowledge of Self) that kept me running the treadmill and pinned to the wheel of time from one incarnation to the next with a strangers voice domiciled in my head that I mistook, again and again, for my own wisdom I’d surely like a hint and would refine it in the mill of my consciousness to see what I would get. The thing is I tried an imperiment, back when. If I pulled in ten peeps off the street and outlined the basics around 8 would flat out reject or not comprehend it. More than one would know the script but, purposefully, play stupid or attempt to dissuade my attempts as these are the secrets that make gods of men and allow kings to rule in purple dress. Even if they’re naught but thieves within that project fake images to the rest who buy in. Less than one would nod his head, neither accept nor reject but go away and reality test. After a while they would come back with their own sketch and we’d compare notes about what kicked. The thing is this proved they would have found their own way without my prompting and that leads to a vision in which my preceptor said:

“Would you play a Game that started with “Press A to win” then ended and showed you the credits or would you feel cheated to your depths? You have no idea about what it takes to get in and how much of a boon it is to wear flesh. Surely you can see this for whilst your own life was filled with challenges and raw deals not all feel this and many are quite content to coast from one life to the next as they indulge in relationships, build beautiful memories with kith and kin and generally enjoy themselves. Granted, you have had none of this. This is why I chose to manifest and assist in your time of darkness. Ask what you wish and I shall furnish with items for contemplation”.

“What should I do? I’m at a stage where beyond good and evil is my thing and I can reason both sides of the dialectic as well as spot what comes next for those left who cannot wait to be plugged in. The deception is immense and seems so solid but thats just part of the camera trick as it only works from a forced perspective. Isn’t it correct to offer another perspect?”.

“For that you will be hated by those who plot and plan in secret and those who fell Victim to their schemes as they’ll never admit they were suckered in. As you have already guessed, those equipped to leave are making their own link with their Prime Soul Self whilst the rest are more than content to be led on a merry dance. Why do people watch movies and such things? Its for the entertaining deception they beget and, often, to put into words certain feelings they’d never be able to manage themselves. There is far more to this than you currently think, my friend. That is whats most dangerous about the start of an awakening as he who Knows doesn’t speak for his lips are sealed to the ears of ignorance”.

“So what should I do? Retire someplace quiet and keep refining as I did? This I cannot accept as, all around, I see people suffering”.

“I see you still haven’t took to heart what I said when we last met. No doubt you have made progress, in that respect, but they say age brings wisdom”.

“Donkeys live a long time as well. Doesn’t mean they’re intelligent”. He started laughing, genuine, with his belly rumbling.

“See, this is why I like you. In me you will always have a friend. You have quite a few in higher realms and many here as well that you haven’t yet met. See, one chapter is drawing to an end ergo another must begin. Doubt is a good thing. If you hadn’t shown it I wouldn’t have stepped in as the fool is certain as he treads off a cliff. Ironically, in that respect, he often lands on a trampoline and joins the circus to walk on beams and vault through the air without a care before doing what he does and moving onto the next”.

“So you’re saying I should keep doing what I did and see what happens?”.

“That is your choice, my friend. I am simply here to tell that the odds, as you have guessed, are stacked up against. Not only this but the fix is in. The cards are marked and they’re double dealing. They really, really do not want you to win”.

“We both know how this is linked to the greater fear, within, and how it simply reps a reserve of energetics for the alchemist, yes?”. He nodded his head. “And yet I cannot profess to truly know anything even though I Know certain things…”.

“Like what, for example?” he said, with a slight grin.

“I wouldn’t profess to teach one who came to enlighten me. That would be the height of ignorance”.

“Didn’t you also say that the best students surpass their master and thus the roles are flipped?” issued from lips above which eyes were twinkling. I accepted the challenge.

“All right. First of all, I’m not the flesh nor the voice in my head. I am pure consciousness that bounces from one life to the next based on the whims and desires, as yet unmet, that keep one grinding the mill and plugging back in. Next, there are levels to this as the Game goes from total perfection, shining, to outright desecration. There are them who Know this and assist in the building and destruction. At first I thought they were immoral and such things but now I come to comprehend they play the roles of checks and balances or a bureau of adjustment, if you will”. An eyebrow did lift at my coded reference to signal “Keep going”. “I can’t claim to know the full outs and ins and, if we’re keeping it a hundred, I’ll bet many of their own comprehend even less than I glimpse from a distance”.

“Careful now, that sounds mighty ignorant to profess the truth of anothers head without even conversing with them”.

“Whats the point?” I said, exasperated. “All they do is lie and manipulate. I have tried. You’ve seen how many beacons I’ve sent only to get staunch denials and disrespect for the attempt”.

“If someone threatened all you hold dear and value above Self, how would you react?“. He had a point. That said:

“Look, I don’t claim to know best. As a matter of fact one of the main reasons for seeking an audience is to gain clarity on what kicks”.

“And if they had, wouldn’t that be a “Press A to win” situation? You know you’d hate it, and them, for making it so simple. Its all good, you can admit. We’re amongst friends”. It was then I noticed another emanation. I made my salutations and welcomed our new guest who’d been there since inception. He didn’t say a thing but his presence communicated everything. Words cannot express the gratefulness I felt and still do for his help. We all sat in silence, speaking that Prime language.

“Its tough putting the horse back in the barn if the door isn’t bolted but aren’t such things meant to enjoy freedom ergo its urge to run is fully natural and its the construction thats the problem. That said, he gets food, shelter, care and attention. But only after he was broken. He lives well but some of his kith and kin get all stick, no carrot. Is this justice?”. He reached down and grabbed a coal then crushed it in his fist and threw at me a diamond. Catching it I looked at him and felt bathed in wisdom. “Of course. So, he who thinks he wins may actually be losing but it doesn’t matter because, eventually, they’ll get it in the end. If that is the case one must wonder that if no prophets had came to this realm to share their own way of seeing things what would people use to rally around to ensure more bloodshed and ignorance?”.

“Exactly. Now you’re thinking. If there were no blueprint each man would etch his own sketch. Granted, over time, there are those who would invent such things but, back when, there was no need for guidance each man came equipped with a spiritual GPS. It is that which has been twisted and messed to manifest as the voice in their heads but even that follows a plan as, soon, it will be corrected. You your Self know, first hand, the power of missteps hence the win or learn mindset. You must also comprehend that genuine truth in times of alternative facts and outright fabrications will sound pretty outsane. After all, if they were smart enough to click that reality is repped best in fiction and the world they accept is an immense deception they’d be playing the Game on another stage which isn’t the point of this. Look around at the advances in tech. You, your Self, are enamored with it as it offers an immense assist in being creative as its limits form a playground within which to develop. Much like the coal our esteemed guest manifested into what you currently grip. That is the alternative to the “Press A to win” gambit but out of billions so few choose themselves as the Path to wisdom is strewn with thorns which, if we’re being accurate, you, your Self, threw to keep it interesting”. I nodded my head.

“Yes, this I agree with as its all starting to make sense but half a truth is still deception, yes?”.

“Let me use a street parable as you know those rules best. We shall pretend you deal in illegal chemicals which the artfully broken within use as a salve for their Spirit. You check out the competition and its thirty five percent, at best. Your connect is fresh off the ship and those pearly stamped bricks are a rocket fuel ninety eight and then that remaining two percent can be marked to equipment tolerance. Either way, its pure potency. If you flood the strip with this people will be lining up to buy it then swiftly falling dead. Not only this but the rest will come for your head as you’ve drove them out of business, real quick. In this situation, how would you maneuver? Riddle me this”. I said, in an instant:

“I’d start buying. From pieces to weight until we get to bricks and consignment. I’d make them come to me and once we had the meeting I’d suggest a new connect who would be a friend playing a role to perfection. They buy off him and cut me in ergo they see me as less and we all celebrate success as they’d tapdance it into oblivion but the fiends would be clicking as its the best they can get and far greater than the rest. Any competition that comes is their stress and, in the end, the apple cart isn’t upset by a hail of bullets and chagrin”. He grinned, then said:

“Now apply this to your current predicament”. I was out of my element. Like a fish thirsting for a drink after having being ripped from the ocean.

“All right, I obviously have their attention due to the as and when. They know I’ve got the connect and thats what causes stress because they know if I tell and bring an introduction to the plebs they’ll be out of biz as they’re used to selling whatever the order of the ages done said. I can’t pull the duplicate, friend of a friend who I can’t buy from due to lack of wealth shenanigan as, in this respect, the dealer is within and his name is Self”.

“Keep going”.

“‘I’ve got it. I’ll do the opposite of the gospels and sacred texts. I won’t share what I’ve seen but the methods I used to get the connect ergo the ignorant will not attempt, the adepts will not stress and the ones capable of awakening the Warrior within will do just this and, if they wish, we can compare notes, as and when“. He of radiant hue made a slight nod of his head and the other countenance broken into a grin whilst congratulating.

“See, its all about speaking their language and letting them do the rest. I knew you’d get it! Its all about the methods, in the end, as each man will perceive at his own resonance. In that respect its like you’ve time travelled from back when with a holophone, high tech, and no one here can comprehend or even connect to the text so you’re stuck with voice calls and picture messages. Thats just how it is. Consider it an imbalanced remainder that doth manifest to gain equilibrium in the midst of madness. Far better than “Press A to win”, yes”. He said, with that ever present twinkle doing what it does best.

“Yes, yes, yes” I said, as I got up and started pacing. “All right, left and center as well. That makes a load of sense. Truly I am grateful that you both chose to manifest at this, my time of darkness. Can’t you see its this I wish to share with the rest, in earnest?”.

“Of course but you are still a child, mercurial, in that respect, young adept. You don’t see the bigger Game or what is truly at stake as you’ve discovered a new thing which is actually old and ancient. Many have studied it, outside and in, but only a few pick the Path of a diamond that was born a coal of ignorance as its, simply put, quite hellish. Even though the element is identical the process is something else. You are well on your way to answering this riddle and, daily, find hidden strength and illumination. As do those who also have an inkling then click the resonance within as they make their own attempt to seek the ways of wisdom whilst the ones enmired in ignorance will keep window shopping and past onto the next who presents more bread with finer circuses”.

“I guess that means I’m the fool and you’re the trampoline in that respect?”. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Yes, in a sense. Beats leaping off a cliff, doesn’t it? They don’t need to know the outs and ins of how you gained this Gnosis and, to be honest, its best they didn’t because if they did they’d question what presents instead of putting it to the test as the world likes to pick bones of contention from narratives whereas practical steps are binary. They either work and deliver what it says on the tin or they don’t and thus are worthless. We are in the age of information ergo deliver this to them with reckless abandon. Make no promises of what it does or did. Let them find out for Self. By all means, provide a basic sketch and your own perspective as people need instruction, free willed, and not commandments. You are correct in saying that day is dead but what you’re attempting to resurrect is, frankly, beyond their ken because you’re in the age of lead with a silver OS that you upgrade without relent. They still need to meet many other elements, wrapped in silicon, before getting to the gold standard whence it dips and spins all again. Those who you think detest have actually been helping in ways you can’t currently comprehend for isn’t it by their hand you posses these skills and wisdom which, in actuality, were gained in other lives but you were forced to recollect them as you manifested in a time where it was far simpler to connect with those who provided their own hints and helped awaken the Warrior within. You’ll note this wasn’t a one stop shop, this answer fits all kind of deal. Think of the entire trek or, as you say, the Path you created by walking and how many missteps factored in as the coal learned to shed its old skin to reveal the diamond within. Just that, in this age, is enough as your purity shines like a beacon and those with the ears to hear will listen and put your gifts to the test themselves and, who knows, they may even be prompted to share their own accomplishments and things. Isn’t that a win/win/win? They get to keep their secrets that make them gods amongst men, you get to sprinkle a little wisdom and help those who need it and the rest who don’t give an F can look on in amused bemusement at another fairground attraction as the fool trampolines, that way and this, as he lilts and spins with no seeming effort with a ruddy countenance that houses a grin, perpetual. That is the way of balance, young adept, and such things tend to come with age and wisdom. Take it from your noble steed made manifest for these are the wings that were presented as a gift by the all of everything who graces us with his presence ergo this was all made possible by combined resonance as the way of coherence is the antidote to chaos and ensures what unfolds next is the best bet you can get so roll up and place your chips because its time to win, my friend”.

And with that, the conversation ended. My Prime connect had said not a thing but communicated everything in ways most subtle and delicate. His emissary, my preceptor, was much less reticent as he was matched to my wavelength which likes to converse at depth but he plays the Game in a higher octave ergo I, once again, attest that I am the luckiest man in this realm. Why? Because those that were seen as foes were revealed as teachers instead for I’ve started to comprehend the sketch for when one sees with the eyes of truth they are immune for all decep hence the wise teach with lies the adepts decode, super quick, whilst the rest merely buy in and fail the test. That means those surrounding me at present are actually acting to my whims and intent. Why?

Because I’m the protagonist.

Till we meet again

Why Is There Is No Due Process for Schizophrenics?

A man murders his family. He is caught covered in their blood with remnants of flesh, all around him. He sports a wild, demonic grin and denies not a thing as his weapon he does sling onto the pavement as the local authorities bag and tag him. What comes next is a trial that will, in ways quite farcical, attempt to ascertain his guilt or innocence in all of this as people, paid, argue back and forth in front of the bench. He sits in a cell for a while, is prepped, checked, prodded and tested as various experts provide their opinion which is etched on the record before a man in a high chair passes judgment. As counter to this we have a man who lives alone, in isolation, as he never really had many friends and found the social aspect an immense drain on his already fragile inner realms. Sometimes he could swear he saw something else inside them or, to be more accurate, come through them. He preferred being alone anyway as that allowed him to escape into the land of imagination but, recently, whilst out shopping he felt that people were talking about him and he was quite certain he could see something, dark yet invisible, flit past and hiss at him. He goes to confide in his doctor who says “Quick! To the mental asylum”.

It is here the real test begins as they, within an instant, claim he is a paranoid schizophrenic. When he asks the basis and what proof they have of this as he resists the medication they throw at him they take it as proof positive their view is correct and thus he is subdued, by force, and slung into a padded cell with a depot injection slammed in his rear end. When he comes to he feels frantic and scared at what has just happened for this was a man of sensitivity and intelligence for whom the world as it stands had a tendency to overwhelm as he was born and raised by a sheltering, over protective mother who died recently and left him standing in a world, so cold. None of this matters and the psychs give not an F because if he says nothing they label him sullen and withdrawn then up his meds but if he protests they say the same. I guess, for some, a chemical cosh is the equivalent of a hammer and and any head that sticks above the parapet of reality as they say it is is nailed, real quick, so the rest don’t get any funny ideas whilst locked in the cuckoos nest. I say all of that to say this:

Why is there is no due process for schizophrenics?

How are these glorified sales reps for pharmaceutical corporations the end all, be all of their life sentence when, as in the above example, the murderer at least gets a fair shake of the tale? Let me tell you a story, from back when:

A taxi pulled up and the driver came lumbering into my premises with a note in his grip and said “You know Mr X?”. I nodded my head and he requested his payment for said slip which, whilst unusual, wasn’t unexpected as stranger things had happened in the place where minds melded and concepts clashed as we pondered the ins and outs of wearing flesh and walking around on a planet as it chased a fireball into the distance whilst floating in the abyss… It had a number scrawled on it, local, that I rang and heard:

“You’ve got to come and get me. Things went a bit Pete Tong and they’ve sectioned me and pumped me full of meds. They won’t let me speak to anyone and anything I do or don’t just convinces them they’re correct and I’m off my head. What the F? Help”.

So I did. That is why I can attest I see the ins and outs of this farce and call it for what it is because whilst I have no medical training or such things I can argue with the best of them and prove how any point they raise is actually paper thin with naught backing it but ignorance and how this entire field is filled with charlatans who do more damage than help as they don’t comprehend its the world that has the problem, not the so called schizophrenic who comes face to faceless with the horrible truth of incarnation and thus does the only sane thing:

Loses his mind, programmed. Its the next bit their intervention prevents and thus creates the malady they profess to be solving:

Coming back to ones senses.

This is why there is no due process for schizophrenics as the first one to do this would easily signal to the rest of the plebs, tuned in to a corrupted wavelength, that they cannot be the voice in their heads when they are actually that which listens, correct? From then on the domino effect kicks in and the castles in the sky most live in fall whilst bringing rude awakenings about the true nature of cows, sacred, they dare not examine but are used to foment intense conflict as a way of animating the suppressed urges in their depths that are due to be raised and trained like square watermelons into a role totally inauthentic, not coherent and, frequently, downright outsane if examined in the cold light of day. But, to birds born in a cage, flying is a sickness ergo when Icarus dons his wings they swiftly dowse them in the petrol of psychotropics then set fire as well as a warning to the rest of what can happen for daring to question the reality tunnel. If you ever need proof positive that we, humans, are being farmed for negative emotions via intensely induced stress for the benefit of beings, invisible, that are intertwined with our awareness then visit a mental asylum. Its your life, times ten, in the sense that the din and yells within those four walls are what you call “office politics” or “arguing with the wife over something pointless” and “yelling at that fool who doesn’t know what a blinker is“. Yours are just spread thin and accepted by the rest who get the same deal. The invisible demons around them which cause stress and such things as they pump signs and signals into their heads are your news channels and so called free press which perform the magical ritual of sending a frequency in which makes you yelp and feel unsafe and uncertain as you run to the store and buy as much toilet paper as you can handle…

Are you starting to see the links and why due process doesn’t exist for schizophrenics as it all it would need is for an eloquent one to take the stage, rep himself and tell it how it is. Of course they’d still try and claim he was off his lid which is why its best to fly straight, low key, instead and dodge bullets like the Matrix as you kick Knowledge to those capable of decoding it as only 8% are truly desiring of gnosis and willing to put that work in to enlighten from within as they bask in the glow of Inner Sense. The other 81% think this makes no sense as they listen to the voice in their head they Thunk is them without comprehending the depth of the illusion the 11% have span in their consciousness… Really consider this, my friend, because if it truly was your mind (with you at the helm) you’d be able to still it for ninety seconds, yes? Go ahead, prove me incorrect. Or correct, if you will.

The fact that a man can murder many, leave a trail of bloodshed then get his lawyer to argue him down to insanity versus one man who never hurt anyone else, in this example, just merely said he’s unsure of the voice in his head is afforded no due process? Why is this? Simple, he, as a singular, threatens the invisible conquest over billions by a predator of consciousness who sends in his Agents to protect his investment.

81/11/8.

Get in where you fit in…

Take it back to the tip, look at how pretty much everyone else is handled by this System and then compare that to the plight of one who never hurt anyone, never did anything dangerous beyond uttering a few words that said “Things are playing with my head and I suspect life is not how it presents”. That is it, isn’t it? Take a look at the lives and mental health of people pre and post this encounter and examine. Better yet, speak to them. Note how many of them will not say a thing to the “pros” as it just gets more medication but I have a superpower which is no matter how badly one trips they always see me as me and that, in a world ever changing, is an immense beacon of hope and solidity as they Know they can speak freely to one who will assist them in any way he can at their time of darkness or, as I said to one sitting on a bench:

“What if its not a breakdown but a breakthrough? What then? Sometimes its the cracked vessel that lets the light pour out from within and in a world obsessed with selling lightbulbs one could argue, pretty well, there is a vested interest in preventing this Gnosis as it was, once upon a a when, the realm of Shamans who tread between this land and the next and did attest a lot of what you’ve seen and Witnessed as being present and correct. But, they were killed and their testament struck from the record as man was modernized and trained to run a treadmill after anyone who dealt with nature became a witch or wizard and, in an ironic (but planned) twist, the same corporate heads started patenting and selling isolated aspects of this natural pharmacopoeia to the masses as a cure for the ills they themselves beget. It all starts real simple and that is with the ember of Gnosis, flickering, that if I am not the voice in my head then I must be that which listens and this subtle division can bring the entire illusion down, crashing, and this they simply do not want hence the reason for the erection of the psychosocial treadmill, stress, trauma programming and all the bready circuses one can handle”. He got up and yelled:

“That is exactly it” as I motioned for him to reign it in as the orderlies were ordering another round of meds in prep for him being uncooperative as they most certainly did detest my presence on their nice, immaculately presented grounds that were a mere facade for chemical suppression and the kind of indignities I will not mention. Yet. “Its not me thats crazy” he said, quietly, as he took a seat. “Its them. Look at whats in their heads, what they think of wearing flesh and the sheer logical fallacies they accept as solid and true with no introspection beyond nodding their head because “Simon Says”. Are we in a backwards realm? Is that it? Did I pass or fail the test by spotting it?”. I told him:

“I genuinely suspect that this is Hell and we’re already dead. After all, you couldn’t make a better version if you designed it then sealed it with a kiss of looking heaven sent even if each step is torture to the Soul and Spirit from which the mind disconnects, invests in fables and coping mechs then seeks reassurance from the rest who are plugged in to a false construction which cosigns their delusions by using the voice in their head to redirect their awareness from the signals that flow in from below the neck”.

“Sanewalker” he said, using the name they’d penned for one who strolls among them, external, speaking their language but, “Inside, is one of us as well and quite fluent in the verbiage of madness and its translations plus dialects“. I grinned and responded:

“You have no idea” to which he nodded in assent.

There will be no justice for these so called madmen until you, your Self, question the sheer ridiculousness of what you accept and cling to as fact when, in the end, its delusion. Worse still is you are willing to kill to protect it and will gladly either join in or cosign the destruction of those who accept a different script that was written in the same ink by the same hand, hidden, in order to keep itself from view as its the power behind the throne that makes Slaves of men as all children step in as Warriors into this realm. The so called schizo just has a partial awakening and thus drowns in the waters of higher consciousness whereas the Self actualized doth swim and its from here I type this missive and none of it would have manifested like this if it weren’t for said adventures in the asylums as well as various in depth conversations with those of the pavement as the early Nineties was when “Care in the community” did kick in aka empty the nuthouses onto the bricks and let them fend for themselves as we increase the doses and hope they bust on whoevers closest as we certainly don’t live like this, damn peasants. Or words to that effect. Due to me being me, everywhen, they were drawn like moths to a flame, transcendent, that said:

“Keep your distance. The illumination you’re seeking is within and I’m nothing but a figment of your imagination saying that which you, obviously, cannot accept from Self via your fractured consciousness” along with various other blips and things that ranged from wildly amusing to thought provoking as well as providing the Litmus test that assured them they were not outsane and how the in prefix was correct as it was the world thats backwards as the spells and rites of the English language attest. I mean, have you ever seen someone on the brink of psychosis flitting in and out of hallucinations being bought back to regular consciousness, in an instant, with an immense influx of B Vitamins that were fed on intuition and gratefully accepted by one whose faith in you was implicit when they couldn’t trust their own mind at the moment? I have. That and the testimony of another who managed his own “symptoms” using the research aspect of the web along with Self experimentation and the knowing that he could speak to someone without judgement of what kicked and get some feedback as well has led me to conclude that we, the collective, are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness but, to the well adjusted, this is as invisible as water to a fish whilst the ones with the potential of awakening are given no due process as their potential for Gnosis is why the Cathars and ilk were killed, stone dead, and thats another topic I’ll let you check for Self.

More to heaven and earth than dreamt of in what they sell, my friend. Do the Knowledge and become a threat to the System as you gain that sweet, sweet gnosis from within which may just save you from the mindwipe effect as you eject the Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset the 81% accept, without question, from one life to the next…

Till we meet again

Even in an Ocean of Lies the Currents of Truth Prevail

Sometimes some things happen which fill one with an immense sense of reverence for the all of everything that has many names, none of which they chose themselves, always speaks, but never says a thing and is missed by all yet ever present. In the midst of this contradiction one finds the Self and its identical with what I’ve said for we truly are in a place that is as strange and strange gets. And yet, most people accept it, without question, for everyday miracles are rendered nondescript when habituation sets in and thus we set off on quests for distraction instead of stopping to reality test the world that was pulled over our eyelids.

Even in an ocean of lies the currents of truth prevail.

Remember this, my friend, remember it. From delusion I was lead to truth and when this came into view the darkness of ignorance gave way to the light of wisdom to which my third eye was not accustomed. The question sprang to my lips:

“What the heck?” as it felt like one had just sipped a familiar red tin that said it was the real thing but the contents were immensely different. This made no sense and yet I had to comprehend because if this endless glow was true illumination then what the heck was the other guy selling? Such is the problem with a lack of reality testing, my friend, as people engage in what we call confidence tricks as the most smiliest of villains. How can they do this? Simple, their heart isn’t in it. They gave up that connection for a quick trip on a seething force that fell and now uses them as pawns or agents of its Matrix. Welcome to the material realm in the era of tech.

It was never real but now the fakeness is so immense along with the legislation of feelings and emotions on top of the traumatic mind control conditioning and lets not forget the nearly two decades of enforced concentration in the camps of education along with the overly saturated media presence which rests in the grip of a few interests. Are you doing the Knowledge? How in the F is man supposed to rest and hear the Psylense within when the noiZ is pervading with such an intenseness? And yet, against all odds, I did and thus we win because when each one tech one is in full effect then the luckiest man on the planet is a title I embrace, whole hearted, as I live these lyrics.

Where death chased and traced my steps as it used fears of the past to shape interpretations to present events and thus direct where I was lead I chose, instead, to react like an alchemist and this road lead to immortality which was a pleasant surprise – if I do say so as an understatement. Can you imagine recollecting past lives in differing resonances of this planet and the innumerable connections formed therein as your Soul did skip from various bits and pieces of flesh, each with their own narrative that they were convinced was real and authentic? And yet, in each one the wick of ignorance held the flame of pure consciousness which was, slowly but certainly, becoming Self aware of what remains constant when all else shifts:

The Witness.

The hardest thing to see is that which does the perceiving hence why one must be willing to lose their (conditioned) mind in order to come to their (present) senses which is the difference between 8 bits of data arranged in a way predictable or the unfiltered alternative of billions pouring in. Best hope you can handle the wavelength, yes? Too many cracked their melon in the attempt of Knowing the Ledge but they offered immense hints, help and celebration along the way to see one of their own win. Death lead me to immortality, my friend. Look at the Yan/Ying and see how it spins then comprehend you are neither of these bits and their harmonic opposition but an extension of that in the mid which all seek in this realm ergo get Centered in Self and hear the Psylense then report what it says because if you’ve been tuned in to an AM static set with lots of noiZ present the difference can be astonishing as you finally comprehend how many people have mangled the lyrics and missed the true meaning due to the introjection of their own ignorance that runs unchecked for generations and is compounding. Sometimes it behooves one to check if the sacred cows they’re honoring are actually responding to said ministrations or if its a huge distraction using inverted energetics to cook frogs in a kitchen?

He who Knows both Knowledge and action cannot help but take the steps on the Path of Power when it presents as the guidance comes from within and whilst the trek can be hair raising as it feels one is caught between a rock and hard place as the piper himself spins Hamlets mill and wishes to use your bones for bread for the idea of death appeals to he who is opposed to life itself and, for now, governs this realm with his time at the helm. Really ponder this, at depth. Its like asking if you’d pitch in with Hitler if he provided you a Porsche, some shiny Hugo Boss threads along with a cool glass of Fanta to sip not to mention a quick snap via Kodak lens to immortalize the moment so you can show off to your friends about your powerful acquaintance. Now, in retrospect, you’d say “Hell no!” to this thing and yet, in the moment, how would you resist the immense wave of common sentiment and the offers he brings? Welcome to the reality tunnel. In many ways we all fight this battle but who dares be an iconoclast and state the Emperor is not only naked but an imposter as well? Well, its this use of Knowledge along with right action that allows one to overcome death and reach immortality instead because its a not so simple process of unlearning the mess in your head, repairing your fractured inner realm before exorcising your family demons and a few other bits before you end up where it begins:

With a featherweight consciousness that carries within the immense strength of purity. Listen to me, I hark to thee, because I strongly suspect I am not the only one that will have to rise to this challenge and if the world as it stands is any inclination a lot of you are getting return tickets to this realm from now till the end at which it’ll be rebooted and you’ll still be doing what was said in the time and motion by those at the helm that profit from ignorance. Riddle me this, my friend, who keeps sending prophets to this living hell that appears heaven sent to those, plugged in? Make that make sense and maybe, just maybe, the true light of higher perception shines in beyond the fallen counterfeit they call electric after purloining it from the pyramid and running for the hills, back when. Nothing new under the Sun, in that respect ergo ancient texts predict modern aspects with unerring precision as the basis of this realm is so mechanical with the precision of a fractal which shells your awareness with flesh and reflects back what it sends then filters its signals through the lists of expectations of what you Thunk is possible before regurgitating its waste as the voice in your head which, at this moment, is holding hostage the Witness it force feeds this mess. All under the guise of “being human”.

Know ye not that ye are gods?

The earth and skies are woven from your consciousness. Heck, even I am naught but a figment of your imaginal inner realms that is currently being projected then introspected at those willing to Know the Ledge and peer beyond the surface as there is so much happening – like a black swan that swims – that it may just flips ones lid if they’re not prepared for what life brings when you decide its time to transcend the Matrix. The heights of the skies, the points of lights that hang within, each mountain and hill, all that has been and ever will as well as countless other realms and dimensions all dwell within your consciousness. I Know, mindglowing, isn’t it? Who hasn’t felt the sense of being stared at or wondered why, just for a moment, their “real” life felt fake as hell as they rose in bed one fine day before the story in their head came rushing and old habits did their thing. Thats the velvet lined rut that keeps most tuned in to the same time, same station wavelength they secretly detest as its so predictable and boring but they’re also scared to death of changing. Can you hear that? Thats the mill doing its thing as it spins and extracts the Loosh from its Victims by squeezing the very pips of their ignorance whilst charging them for the privilege, all the while they’re fully convinced that they can buy “freedom” as he sells them all the money thats fit to print and is backed by nothing but their imagination and acceptance of his suggestions.

In the mind rest all the powers of life and yet you find me one that is tranquil in this realm and I’ll show you an uncrowned King, Queen, Prince or Princess for the pomp and splendor is not needed nor enforced with threats once you Know the Ledge as you see through the veneer of this realm and its paper thin performance. And yet, its oddly addictive, isn’t it? Billions served daily and many more in reserve, calling, in to claim their spin with a ticket for the baby brain that makes gods forget themselves and become one with the mortal plebs for this adventure in the flesh that is as dangerous as it can get.

Focus not on the one they said is this and that but the none that sustained and birthed it as well as the rest and you too may eventually gain a glimmer of recollection that illuminates the darkness within. The bridge across the ocean isn’t built with language as that will insist you take steps, buy a ship or learn to swim. No, one must allow the wings of imagination to unfold again, like a true alchemist, and this is what causes your spirit to uplift. The question I’m wondering is can this be gifted? Can one plugged in truly make the switch or must they be born for it? They say the hardest thing to give up is a condition that brings comfort in (aka a coping mech) as its designed so well to keep the rest of the mess hidden. Like a student who remembers when he forgets his parents were checking in to see how their sons education doth kick and thus he quickly scrapes up the dregs of last nights partying and hides it any place it will fit and opens the windows, real big, to let out the stench of the chronic whilst dusting and such things so when they knock on the door he lifts his head from the weighty tome, reading, and the notes next to him. That image is the actual reality of many in this realm because they don’t actually live their lyrics but pay obeisance to the big man in case the fat lady sings so why not gain some Gnosis instead by upping your res and then maybe you will pen texts with huge run on sentences designed to break the conscious limits of awareness by introducing them to aspects that rest on the other side of their head, chest and abdomen aka the Three Kingdoms. Once again, Know ye not ye are gods?

Flying over the abyss is an immortal with wings spread who comprehends that beyond the senses is the mind and beyond that its essence which manifests as the potent to reason and examine. Refining again we bump heads with Spirit which, its Self, is an emanation of that which evolves this realm. So say the observations of one reverse engineering consciousness in an order to make sense of the hand, dealt, and then how to play it to win. The first step is to still the five senses by turning in and learning how to chill the mind by creating the requisite distance from the noiZ which sings its songs of discordance. It may take a while to train this unruly chimp but, remember, they did the flip by convincing the elephant of your strength a small chain, back when, was enough to reign it it as without you, nothing kicks. This realm would not exist with a Soul to Witness it ergo you are not one from billions but the one within which billions manifest. Wrap that round your head till you get back into your chest and it makes perfect sense why you can tell when someone is staring or recollect an old friend before “randomly” meeting as well as the nature of syncs and blips that make the plebs yell “Coincidence!” whereas the Warriors goes in and sees dense instead. Up your res if you wish to disconnect and that is why isolation is a prerequisite because we are beings of resonance in the end and yearn for links but if one wants to go beyond this realm then get used to being along and by your Self for a moment as you quietly reflect about the rocks and boulders of thoughts and feelings thrown in the ocean of ignorance as you learn to discern the bits in between when its still for its from here the currents of truth do uplift and, before you know it, you’re surfing another wavelength that most don’t suspect but was quite common back when and all of the media filth, constantly drip fed programming and whole System thing makes sense because for the man who would be king to pull his grift he needs to make artful use of sacred symbols and theatrical deception hence the class with two teachers is always in session and yes, there will be much testing.

Reason will succumb to a request for silence once it clicks the wanderer is wondering on how best to leave this realm and return to where he left. The the Path of Power starts unfolding but the way is still dark, treacherous and paved with thorns of ignorance. Not only this but there are sirens, calling, as well as old habits you knew well and countless coping mechs that fit like a second skin who need to use your mind to live as they only exist due to what you give them which is why paying attention is expensive in the end. So, the Warrior is a miser in this respect, willfully ignorant of much in this realm as he sees the Game for what it is and is aiming at a higher target that is only hard to hit when ones mind is not Centered because when it clicks that he and thee are identical is a straight line in Tetris moment, par excellence, as the world they pulled over your eyes is ripped away and the true light mentioned off rip comes searing in and resurrects the third one in the mid that fell into a trance which lead to the Witness believing many things that are revealed to be ridiculous. I dare posit that this state is seen, if even for a blink, by the many who rose in bed feeling a sense of fakeness at what they accept before sliding back into the trance the spider spins as it weaves its web of influence around this realm by selling a narrative of being “just human”.

One sees the way on the Path with a combination of truth and dedication. That is the offering which is daily presented as oblation to your developing Gnosis and its erasure of forgetfulness that was enforced by the System as it sold one dream after the next to keep you plugged in to its feature presentation in which there was always something missing, unfinished business or another promise that sent you back to the wheel of time again to serve another life sentence in the flesh where your sentience doth thread around carbon again as a beacon of wisdom and resonance dipped into the hand of parents, ignorant, who can’t wait to make you as much as a mess as them even though they detest the life they live…

The Path remains supreme. Its deal never changes from the plains, caves or even coming days of the transhuman. “Why is this?”, you’re pondering. Simple, the middle will always be just where you left it hence get Centered in Self and live your lyrics so we can compare notes about the ascent as a simple meal when shared with friends is quite delicious and this feast is immense. Once you hear the Psylense the chains and ties that did bind in ignorance as well as the healed child who is freed from the heart in which he wept are revealed to be one and the same thing – itSelf “no thing” – which is everything and that can be quite mind bending as its easy for a cloud to float, overhead, and take in a snowman, frozen, on a hill and realize the steps taken to get into that mess but if you provide a slice of that same liberty and freedom to the same base resonance in its lowest vibration it may just flip its lid and think that things invisible are all around it and external aspects are putting thoughts in their head. Say, maybe the schizos were correct and are just malfunctioning mystics instead that need meditation and not medication, truth said.

At this moment of grace the state of transcendence makes its presence felt as each preceding step was akin to an induction which begets its own loop of hypnosis and thus the ties and pain of suffering which bound the heart to the flesh are uplifted and one regains that pure light of Inner Sense that comprehends who it is and when. Doubts and fears are all gone then. Karma is seen for what it is and can no longer enforce its racket as one is aligned with the all of everything and then the true mission becomes evident as one comprehends that all one can gain from this realm is what you possessed on stepping in and was never lost, in any sense, but simply obscured by dense clouds of ignorance that caused the glow of Inner Sense to dim so the electric company of Adulteration, Inc could send you a light bill and bulbs designed well to pop when you most need them as you run the psychosocial treadmill from one life till the next until you comprehend the depth of what I’ve said as predictable conversations and never ending conflict along with countless distractions no longer make you grin as you look around, wondering, “Is this it?”.

The best thing is, at any point you wish, you can awaken the Warrior within. That doesn’t mean you have to take all the steps to break links with this realm, no, no, no. Thats for the adepts but you’ll still be much happier than the plebs when you master the basics of your presence and learn that stress and fear only exists when the golden circle of Self is either red or blue shifted and this brings into relief the carrot and stick which leads one to wonder who wields it before the System reveals itself and the rest of what I said as we are, in the end, within a fractal that spins inside your consciousness and I am little more or less than a figment of your imagination that manifested to send this text to the depths of your awareness so lets see what springs up in the garden of your inner realms based on this resonance and how you choose to nurture or ignore it.

Till we meet again