“The truth is out there” they say. Its also in here but what to do if the people are strangers to Self, under a spell and mistake ignorance for wisdom on the reg? What then, huh? Lets say you have a man of science. How many of them study, at depth, outside of their field? In this era of hyper-specialization? Next to nil, I’d bet, as it takes plenty of effort just to keep up with the deluge of datasets that pour in each day. In many ways modern man simply is not equipped to deal with the onslaught of tech because if you consider the lifelong virgin who has never touched, caressed or held the feminine and yet, thanks to pornographic actresses and the web, has seen more naked flesh in variegated positions and combinations (with accoutrements) than his entire lineage, combined, then you start to see what kicks as it truly is a thirst in the midst of abundance.
Thing is, it isn’t authentic and just like a moth will be drawn to a flame which singes because it thinks its one thing when its different we’re dealing with the same trick on virtually every level of this skew whiff playing field. Just wait until the siren call of Techno Sapiens start to sing and the etheric interface of silicon allows an ancient beast a new lien thanks the strings of hyperdimensional influence that will be etched in to the next gen as they are born plugged in, with no off switch, as they’re set adrift on memory bliss via augmented awareness that, to us, will feel like a constant stim of a low level hallucinogen with the intent of behavior modification of the collective as they head toward that Type One flex only to fall and do it all again.
The reason why I say this is that mysteries are just untold histories and that spell, like the rest, is a test because ourstory doesn’t exist if you accept my story as his, dig? Taking it back to the tip:
Hyper specialization is the norm these days and even back when you would rarely meet a polymath or one who could free think. And yet, each child is born with this intent as standard equipment before it gets trained out of them via their nearest camp of concentration at which attendance is not an option, or else! Get it? Look up the definition of that spell in its alternate form as homonym and apply the metaphor that glints into your consciousness to what comes next:
If you distilled every single religion down to its purest and most basic intent it could be presented in a single sentence that read:
The rest is mere commentary and things for inherently disagreeable people to use as vents and project that the problem isn’t them but another group or clique that believes mostly identical but one key difference which leads them to be labeled as infidel. The other side believe the same and in the midst sits their Opponent, giggling, as he directs their actions via the voice in the head they’ll swear up and down is them as they brainwash the next gen to unwittingly accept this same parasite of consciousness that propagates itself via the consumption of awareness and innate potential ergo most are strangers to Self and would rather die than admit it as what controls them will simply not allow this thought process to unfold within. They say the swan is real slick because you can feed it water mixed with milk and it can separate the pure from the pimped. Imagine you could develop that skill your Self and Know you aren’t the voice but that which listens? Wouldn’t that be something?
Mysteries are untold histories because those currently at the helm attempted to kill old truths dead so their modern lies could ascend and sit in the throne, unquestioned, as they control the narrative. This is the truth. You are welcome to verify it any way you wish because the rivers of blood that run read in the name of conquest and civilizing the savages attest to what I said and, in the end, what did we get? A mass populace of people so broken they daren’t admit it and, like the incel example, up to their necks in coping mechs designed to exploit their weakness in exchange for a cheap thrill and approximation of the validation and human connection they’re craving. Doesn’t matter though because the kids are imitating bots and haven’t noticed the web shifted from what it was, back when, but then its always been a military invention. How many folks clicked that the hippes singing about peace and lxve were actually being lulled by drugs made by the government as they hoisted symbols given to them by intelligence agencies and the stars on stage rebelling against the system were mostly military kids on a specific mission to elicit a vibration that went… When? Same place as the energetics from all the ejaculations people pump into a black mirror shifting pixels to pimp their consciousness. Someone is getting rich and isn’t in the coin of the realm that they print but real power:
If you can define reality and have people act in accordance to what you said then you are a god among men, yes? Look into cargo cults and how there are innate aspects in man that can easily be pimped and tricked if you know there whereas and hows of what makes them tick. After that its not too hard to form the mindset of a predator class that feeds on the rest whilst contributing nothing but degradation and mess because if they’re the pigs (that are more equal than the rest) then the plebs are the excrement that they enjoy rolling in aka the red carpet effect. Ponder that symbolism, see what swims into your consciousness…
Its funny how they call the official narrative “His Story”, isn’t it? That and, in most peoples heads, myth is equated with fanciful tales of the primitives when we have huge stone monuments all around the planet built with an obviously sophisticated intent and precision we can’t fully emulate with tech to stand the test of time like they did. Did you spot that? Its called cognitive dissonance, my friend, as most are so invested in the straight line of “Dumb caveman became intelligent me staring at my TV in a state of hypnosis” that to question the narrative would be decoded as an insult to the (false) self in their head that would protest and yell at the premise. Life is a hierarchy of scams, that much is for certain and the mysteries are a huge part of this because they are simply gaping sections of ignorance that are covered with a thinly printed image to hide the abyss that reps the way to freedom.
Sometimes you’ve got to be willing to swim through excrement to come up smelling of roses, in the end, as you gain a new lease on life as you decode the Game for what it is. The alternative is to go outsane in the membrane as you two step around the cage of the Mind Made Prison and pretend freedom is something that can be purchased at a till and used to show off to your friends who are just as hopelessly enSlaved by all of this. The main attraction that floats in the abyss is Knowing the Ledge as you are not your thoughts, deeds or actions but something far more subtle and ever present, as the Observer Effect suggests. Getting back the histories:
I really, really want to speak on this new perspect thats just rendered in my awareness as I upgraded my resolution, once again, but to pop off at the lip would be premature at this moment because there is so much more that needs be checked as I reality test a hypothesis about this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. I will say this:
Why are the gods of an old age the devils of the next? Time and again, this is a constant. It manifests as flipped names, claims, attributes and skills. Its the one thing that is nigh on constant in this realm. Look into this and it just may click exactly what we’re up against and why the true history is no mystery when one Knows the Ledge as you can’t help but grin at the skill and strength of the only Opponent that ever lived and how he weaves his magic spells upon the plebs of which there is one born every minute with the potential to transcend that is quickly conditioned out of them as they are placed on the conveyor belt of the psychosocial treadmill which says:
And they do just this. From one life to the next with no recollection of what kicks as that page is torn from the book of life at the end as they’re sent to the back of the line and told to take the test again. Which they will and fail again if they do exactly as instructed because the best way to control the opposition is by leading it and thus between a rock and hard place describes, real well, your current predicament in Hamlets mill that aims to make your pips squeak as it extracts its profits whilst selling you tales of prophets in a world going steadily to hell via false promises of heaven which was exactly what the Boomers did when the drugs wore off and they got regulation haircuts and went and built the world which became the foundation of the moment where modern adults are still living with their parents, in a state of stressed regress, spending what little money they have on toys and such things as they celebrate gaming “accomplishments” and live lives they detest but can’t imagine other options…
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:
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.
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.
“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.
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“.
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:
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.
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.
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 yeteach and all of us felt was speaking to us direct and encouraged us to be something special and unique.
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.
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:
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!”.
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.
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:
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…
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:
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.
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”.
“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:
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:
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:
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.
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.
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 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?”.
“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?”.
“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.
“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”.
“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?
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:
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:
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…
