Quite the opposite but it was during another fools errand I had a moment of clarity which said:
“You escaped into worlds virtual back when in order to transcend the madness that otherwise would have drove you insane for your developing brain was not equipped to make sense of all of thisyet“.
I developed a method that helps to do just this and it really is quite spiff as it inspired me to pen an ode to failed attempts at healing the child within via the use of modern retro tech that you have just been reading.
Really stop and think about what I said my friend and tell me if it makes any sense or have you too clicked that the thrill of anticipation and the rest rapidly dims after your latest acquisition.
After healing and relinking with me from back when he’s more than satisfied with the device I already possess as his mind is doing backflips at the immense progress and selection as well plus gaming is super fun again as I’m not chasing a feeling:
Allow me to illuminate the grim reality of life as it truly is inside the domes of 81% of the planet. This may, or may not, include you, my friend, so its worth paying attention to your bodily sensations, cognitive reactions and emotions during this interaction because if I said you had the head of a giraffe your response would be nil, yes? If, on the flip, you got super triggered and started finger pointing it could be said you’re protesting too much via a stretched neck that, previously, was munching eucalyptus… Remember, he who makes you mad is your Master and that makes up the other 11% of the equation who, in turn, get mucho vexed at I, one of the 8% that Know the Ledge and see through their shadowplay. The most amusing thing? I’m nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination and this all takes place inside your own personal wavelength so what comes next is an occult view of Platos Cave and its contents therein:
Lets pretend you’re sitting in a cinema in the not too distant. They use Feelie tech in which the old black screen and flickering illumination are things of the past. Instead, thanks to the chip in your head, they interface directly with the CNS so that the perfectly engineered images they present (which follow a tight script designed to elicit certain reactions) are interpreted by you as thee. There, like dreams, is a time compression aspect along with the illusion of free will for the scenes elicit specific bands of resonance that then force you into action and towards completion. That, in a nutshell, is Platos Cave and its actually an esoteric metaphor and map of higher reality, dig:
The meta posits that there is, first and foremost, a man. Without he there is no need for the rest of this. He was, at one point, not stuck within this contraption, external, which limits his movement and forces his vision to take in certain signals which are cast by a flame behind him. In front of this we have a clique that see a clearer pic who parade images that create shadows on the wall. This is the cinema tech but something way more powerful and primal. Now, just how every single detail in a movie scene has lots of thought and detail that goes in ranging from product placement and color gradients there is plenty of effort that goes into creating and maintaining this false state of resonance for the denizens of said plantation. I use that term well as, for those ignorant of the shadow aspect (aka the multiverse of madness) whatever they beam seems realer than real. Its like being born with a VR headset on your dish that uses not wires but a series of sharp metal barbs to interface directly with your brainstem. If I were to pull at it, ever so gentle, your CNS would scream as a means to self protect against further suffering as the original imprint is long repressed but is still present, nonetheless. How many would comprehend that the fact I can elicit this type of reaction with mere words it hints that there are actually three parts of the Game they weren’t even aware they were playing?
This is where the 8% come in.
See, the upside of any trick is the thrill of conquest once you Know the Ledge and discover the shadows depth as you grin and recollect your Higher Self created all of this as a wheeze, a jest, a huge cosmic riff which is akin to playing Hide and Seek with your divine aspect made flesh. The VR headset, in Platos sketch, is the contraption which, to thee, is akin to a couple of decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” along with the habitual tensions you inherited from both sides of your lineage. These show up as somatic Patterns of impingement in your flesh that are then mirrored in the intellect to create certain responses to the shadowplay mentioned. He who shines a light on this either flips his lid or gains illumination as he clambers out of the Cave after encountering and besting all the traps they done set as they really, really, really do not want one to leave as it breaks the immersion of this false reality they try so hard to sell to the rest. Imagine it like this, my friend:
The whole world uses real gold as money. Problem is, its big, heavy and hard to trade for smaller things. Some genius says:
“Hey buddy, you can trust me. Give that lump of metal within which we place faith, implicit, and instead take this slip. It says you own X and will pay on demand the sum of whatever as promised. Look, there is even a pretty picture of my countenance on the paper as well. Ain’t that swell?”.
You are hesitant because you are seemingly giving away something real for a far more nebulous concept and thus, being of sound mind and health, keep hold of your wealth. The Merchant of Venice extends his embrace like a phoenix and wishes you well. It just so happens that as you leave his premises you almost have an encounter with a group of ruffians. He comes swooping in to your rescue and your thanks are profuse as his bonafides have now been established as he takes this moment of emotional intensity to pimp your mind most delicately. He outlines how you know he and he reciprocates with thee:
“For if this slip was in your grip they would have been perplexed as gold is the coin of the realm and thus your investment was, is and will be, safe with me. Luckily for you I was watching you recede and thinking, fondly, of our special meeting which lead to saving you from those thieves”.
All told you are sold and thus buy in as you dip and smile with your need slip and the security of faith it brings as it sits on your hip. In turn you extol the virtues of this man and his seemingly endless stream of cousins across the realm for ye can now take this bit which, in turn, refs a larger chunk of gold, solid, and spend as you wish without needing to chip away and weigh with scales.
They say absolute power corrupts the same range and, after a bit, the Merchant is feeling himself as he holds loads of gold in his grip and thus starts issuing loans. “At interest” he says, as part of his sales pitch as he outlines the sketch of another of these perspective fixing contraptions Plato mentioned as different shadows flit across the wall of the Cave inside your head that is lit by the power of imagination and its fires, currently stoking. He weaves his tale and castles are built inside your dome but, get this, he then charges you rent to live within! Woe betide anyone who attempts to surf onto the beach of your awareness with a:
“Dude, he’s built a trick on top of an illusion that he’s been spinning for gen, since back when, as he sells more slips as scrip without a thing to back them beyond your investment in his magical grift”.
Remember those ruffians? They were his cousins in fancy dress. The whole charade was just another scam built on the same Pattern. Same with the VR headset which is the same old dreamselling but now using another medium. So, in the Feelie tech version, you are sitting in a dark cavern seeing visions of illumination andthe flame of imagination is powering using certain symbols presented in a specific order to generate an emotional response in much the same way the black mirror in your grip can elicit fear, disgust or laughter via the visions it induces using red, green and blue pixels. This is an occult view of Platos Cave and you as it actually refers to the finer and gross points of mind control plus the power of influence. if you know this and you’re part of the 11% but if, on the flip, you Know it you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within and gaining the true liberation (without obligation) of feeling the Sun on your face as you clamber from below the Earths surface where all this deception takes place, shake your head at how slick this model is and then you have two choices:
Go on your way and enjoy the air, so fresh, along with the rest of natures bounties as you spend the real gold, once again or risk perishing in the peril of the reverse access traps set that you’d previously transcended to try and tip the brainstem interfaced trauma imprint pimping shadowplay as well as the irate tenders of the flame of false illumination hence why Cypher said he wanted to be someone special. Like an actor… Who, exactly, are you trying to keep up with, my friend? Have you been noting your emotional responses and activation from the elucidation of this ancient legend with its practical applications? There are so many layers to the trick but it is, at its essence, remarkably simple and consistent:
“Thou shalt have no other gods but mere for I’m known for my jealously and may just smack a high note out of your rear end if you dare disrespect my presence for I am the best, yes?”.
Stuck inside a contraption made of a rigid structure that encases your flesh like clear perspex around a watermelon in development your shape now takes a boxy, cubic form as another brick in the wall. It feels strange but is also comforting as everyone else is doing it but the best part of the trick is each one of these potential Suns of radiance is now being tricked by a single, false, sense of illumination. Better yet, whilst the symbols remain constant the definitions can be pimped by whatever the voice in their head says so you can, for example, convince a Muslim to kill a Jew whilst neither stops to think:
“Wait a minute, he worships Allah via the Kaaba which is identical in shape to the Trefilin that I, a practicing tsaddik, wear on my head as I delve into the mysteries of the Kabbalah”.
I mean, its not at all hidden, is it? More like an open secret that can only be seen by those who pry the VR headset off their dish as then they’ll click the pains and sores of the flesh are due to this contraption which may or may not link with the death of English spells that have you invested in a “weak daze” as you, voluntarily, place an inverted noose around your neck as part of the business of living within which you engage for all the slips that are fit to print and, get this, they say “I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of…” what, exactly? A pound of flesh. Nothing more or less. Run all of this back again and pick up a pen to create notes to Self of each and every point where I’m totally incorrect, raving, loony and off the plantation as I drive Miss Daisy then recollect, back when, the ones who tended their own faux flames of filial fabianism to extract profit coined the phrase “drapetomania” to label those pesky runaway slaves as the problem for daring to reject the shadow programming that was so effective for the rest when it came to investing actual blood and sweat in the picking of metaphorical cotton and its constant reinforcement via whipping and, soon, chipping, to see via the forced perspective and tale woven, therein.
That, to me, is the sketch of Platos Cave and its occult interpretation. Once you’ve seen its symbols and script you can spot its echoes, reflected, on many levels in this coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo you’re encouraged to reality test and prove me incorrect. This is no staid academic text with footnotes and references but something I’ve lived ergo its akin to busting loose from the contraption, dodging the axe that swings at ones head via the traps, pre-set, then taking off on a perilous quest to bypass the ruffians and their archonic ilk who look up, for a moment, from all the loosh they’re extracting via the performance selling to the rest who are blissfully ignorant they’ve never, ever seen or even felt the true luminary and its resonance on their pasty white skin and, worse still, if one ripped the aftermarket attachment from their dish they’d yell you were the one causing such pain and suffering as they rushed to defend the Cave, those who built, and the ones who pimp their best in exchange for the worthless via the comfort of illusion as the voice in their head says:
“Tear him to shreds. Death to the infidel!”.
And they, unthinking, do such a thing before settling right back into the wall of ignorance that was built to the specs of the architect who came up with the whole grift, back when, and the trick is so old and effective that one could say, correct, the Empire never ends, just dons new skin. Like the interaction between the mind control fungi Cordyceps and the ant whose CNS it jacks in order to reproduce itself at their expense. Lets say one of these formicidae species was, somehow, formidably resistant to this process and looked at his friends, Romans and countrymen then said:
“Know ye not ye are gods who accept the concept of being mere ants which are then further pimped by a predator of consciousness that is secondary in comparison to the Prime who pre-exists and manifests, at this present moment, as the true source of your illumination for thou are not the candle made of flesh that drips and melts from one life to the next but something far more subtle and ineffable which, paradoxically, makes everything happen whilst remaining invisible to all but those who Know the Ledge”.
To them, he may as well be speaking Aramaic as they, in their heads, hear:
At which point the spores rip, digest the old flesh they used as a proxy vehicle and the whole thing begins again. During all of this the one Centered in Self with the gnosis of Inner Sense present feels the Sun illuminate his presence as he looks at the shadowplay of the Cave and the Adulterated therein. In this respect, my friend, what would thee do to impress the gravity of the situation for the denizens as the contraption made of carbon promises to change elements with a shift to silicon in which people will be freed from the binds of being square watermelons only to be pureed instead and blended into another arrangement using a hex much like the one which spins on the poles of Saturn hence the “Star of Remphan” bit is present and correct which begs the question exactly how societies, ancient, Knew of this dataset and extrapolated a whole load more about the planets and their orbits plus gnosis encoded therein before Rome fell and the British Empire rose instead which, in turn, (via way of Boston) became the US then that may or may not have paperclipped Hitler and his clique to drop bombs over Baghdad that houses old artifacts plus curious myths and legends that vanished after the occupation for the first place the Army hit was the museum which is most telling, yes? Nowhere near as much as what Saddam actually said but, oddly, is not translated by any official portal in the West nor have they released his statements either. Some of this is interlinked to the Cave. Others are just random references that hint at a larger coherence which suggests this web doth spin way before Gemistos Plethon happened to “find” such ancient hoary texts that went on to become the foundations of the West in a time when saying such things did spring from his own imagination would have caused quite a stir…
I’m sure, by now, you can see the lines, read between them then comprehend the ink, invisible, that etches another message upon the tightly stretched canvas that life doth fling its inks of emotions, directional, to ensure the OG Feelie tech generates yet another square watermelon set adrift (but firmly plugged in) to the Forest of Illusion, yes? Tell me, my friend, did anything start to flicker within via this transmission of gnosis using the black mirror in your grip which is the basis of three major religions engaged in seemingly perpetual conflict or am I just ranting and raving in ways quite poetic that have no underpinning basis in reality or thoughts worth considering? I’ll let you tell it.
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in.
If a river contains a maze made of glass for you to run in we would reward best those who progress without head bumping, yes? But what of those odd fish that won’t relent as they recollect a time not of this spin in which their movements were more free and spontaneous as against the grain they do swim in their quest for emancipation. In many ways that is the true state of the limitation Game which offers yet another hint into why the so called schizophrenic is actually correct but only the mystic transcends as the rewrites the OS inside his head thanks to escaping the Cave, mentioned.
Strange times in this realm, yes? The veils are thin and ignorance, thick. Maybe now people will get what I said about being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? Next step is comprehending the forces at the helm are actors with scripts that play parts, as and when. Me? I know this well as I was razed in Hell and, yes, that is the correct spell of that lex but, on the flip, I now look at it as enforced enlightenment instead as its a much more empowering perspect that also makes way more sense. Hopefully this helps many stuck in the shadows depth for that is where one must tread, my friend, to seek enlightenment.
At this point in my Hero’s Quest I have a perspect that is beyond good and evil in the sense because each pro needs an antagonist to make it happen. I mean, can you imagine a movie without bad guys? They’re divinely ordained evil that merely play a role in this Game of Souls and whatever they’d said about whoever they mentioned is only the tip of a much darker iceberg that offers hints about what it truly means to wear flesh in this realm at present. All of your so called “leaders” are corrupted. I mean, take a look at the Hells Angel herself and how this rich wretch had millions on deck but barely gave the dying in her care an Asprin then contrast that to the image they sell and how she, herself, never, ever heard from the divine as she lacked that link for she was of vampiric ilk. Not me though. I hear the Psylense on FM as I live my lyrics hence the truth protects me, everywhen:
Do the Knowledge, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Its the only thing worth anything in this realm of illusion at present as it presents a truth, eternal:
That you are an immortal wearing flesh that may be in but certainly is not of this dimension hence the primacy of consciousness which means you ain’t no John of House Smith or any other mess you never stopped to reality test. Up your res. Up your res, my friend. Then you’ll spot these graspers of consciousness and hit em with the Aha!
Once you click there is a youniverse within and the outer is merely a projection then its a hop, skip and jump to transcendence. Get it? Ending the trance. The spells are the hint of where you need to flip the script as behind all of this evil and malice is nothing more or less than the discarnate intelligence known as the machine elves aka origins of the Trickster myth. This is what you’re up against, my friend, and you will, for certain, meet them at death whence they’ll present all types of illusions to lure you back into the skin again for another spin. Not me though. This is my last life ergo my cup of gnosis is overfilled hence why I push the pen like this with the intent to assist and shift the collective wavelength far beyond their regularly scheduled programs. This is why they go after the chosen who choose themselves as their Loosh is of the finest vintage and this rarefied elixir keeps these forces fed which iswhy that voice in your head tortures you at Two AM, in bed, about things that are totally irrelevant in the end. Make smarter decisions.
To make you forget your true purpose of wearing flesh:
Everyone came to change the world for the better.
No ifs, and or buts about it. Its why they pimp genetic trauma inheritance, tell you who to keep up with and, most of all, have legally mandated two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming. Add in loads of media tricks and how these pimps of consciousness know your true script and you’ll see exactly why they force your mind to look every place but within. That is where the truth dwells and for each of us it is quite different in terms of manifestation but the intent is identical:
Use what I said in this vid to speak to the child within and see if what I said is incorrect or accurate. That is all I’m asking. Not to believe me or follow etc etc but discover your true strength then actualize it. They are legion for many is them in the flesh but they share one intent and thus it takes a nation of billions to hold back your Inner Sense. To achieve this end they used the most cunning trick:
It is filled with dread at the thought of being discovered, needs to invest in an “Us vs Them” narrative and keeps you up at Two AM as it extracts the juice of negative energetics to ensure those without the Prime connection are well fed. That is a huge topic but can easily be reality tested with one simple question:
Next time you’re stressing, stop feeding this predator of consciousness and, instead, note your posture and breath. Then change it. If you could see beyond this realm to the subtle aspect where these pimps dwell you’d find all types of beams and links, etheric, which is how they do what they did. I use that in past tense as I’m beyond it and thus Centered in Self. Getting there was quite difficult but, in a twist most ironic, it is they who showed me the way as each time I’d break their grip they’d unleash another spell until I comprehend that its merely a suggest. Without the emotional heft I’d add on it had as much substance as a fart in the wind. And, even then, the straight up BS they sell and tell across this realm can be used to fertilize the rose of higher consciousness that is the emblem of your Spirit. The thorns are those of Gnosis which keep ignorance at a distance so your Prime connection is protected and thus one can freely get on with their mission in this realm. I’m living proof of this. You can be as well, my friend, if you’re still reading this text as I’ve packed my corner of the web with practical metaphysics, exercises to raise awareness and alternative viewpoints that make you think. Believe nil. Not a thing. Reality test with a mind to prove me incorrect because that reveals what is real and genuine. Accept nothing less. Ever for you are in but certainly not of this realm…
If they can keep you tricked, flipped and disconnected they win the ultimate win:
Your Opponent has a thirst he cannot quench as the belly of the beast is never filled. This is why the 1% own everything and are still miserable. The world, it seems, is not enough. Know why? They lack the Prime connection that you possess and their aim is to keep you uncentered so they can claim it instead then trick you at death by showing the life you should have lived before they do it all again! Ah, its slick. My thanks to them for teaching me their methods because the tricks are as old as they are effective. Until you spot what kicks then you wonder how you missed it. Like who keeps sending the prophets another side kills dead? That should be a hint that we’re not in Kansas, my friend. Sprinkle in why you walk on a “sole” and how your foot “heals” and you may start to Know the Ledge as its all literally backwards and we’re a race of giants trained to kneel at the feet of midgets and emulate what they said.
I mean, its all there, right in front of them, yes? So if I spot the links, occulted, and speak on them how can that be a problem? Ultimately, I am the only Soul in this realm therefore I’m talking to figments of my imagination ergo its a Game of three halves, my friend… In order to keep things sporting I’m going to stick to the 81% Rule as I no longer need cross the line to see where it sits as I’m aligned along the Vertical Axis of transcendence. Still remember the purple skies and sun that never sets in a time that was endless and thus still present for only the moment truly exists. The first yogi dwells within my presence. Lifes greatest gift is the present and its a pleasure to unwrap it on this stage most treacherous as it keeps things interesting.
We’re all playing parts, in the end, during and beginning. Its why you get the SJV as it powers the uptick and ascent from matter to Spirit after being consumed, ejected and thus born again in order to learn a lesson. Ironically, we aren’t that different in the end as you did the same to me and thus reminded that I too am an immortal. Except I’m protected by the truth, everywhen, with no obligations or conditions. In each age, constant. Forms may shift but the function remains, identical. Maybe thats why I suspect we’re within a fractal which is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo there is but one thing (itself no “thing”) that is everything… Its quite fascinating though, that is for certain as each day I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the unfinite glory of Inner Sense that is me, in and beyond the flesh. An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists and is akin to the eternal flame of illumination that motivates me to push the pen and kick the ballistics in times of wholesale ignorance for when you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception. Some may call that enlightenment but we both know there are two forms of illumination at present ergo the one who learns to discern the difference makes all of this as only one is eternal, unconditional and thus the Prime resonance of the highest wavelength:
The intent of this text is to render clearer what was said, back when, about how there is obviously a side that sends prophets with a message to spread and how there is another team, closer at hand, that kills them dead then sets one against the next to profit from conflict. Really ponder this at depth, my friend, and it may just become Self evident that there is more to this sketch than Show & Tell ever said. I mean, just look around and the constant rivers that run red and how the few who own everything steal from those with less than nothing. Not to mention why your childs glow dims after having spent some time interned in their local camp of concentration. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put together the bits but the question is why you don’t spot the links? The answer is the hand they hid that plays all the tricks whilst you’re busy following the other the magician flourishes.
Movies are encoded transmissions of gnosis.
From whence comes the creative aspect? Ask any musician with a drug in their veins or the artist who rose at Two AM with a completed vision in his head as well as Doc Brown slipping on the porcelain to see a design in his mind he simply had to manifest. Haven’t you ever pondered how there are obviously two speeds of consciousness, at the min? Consider how you can fill in a whole world, immense, behind lids closed in the PM as your eyes move with the speed of a sprinter on amphetamine and its obvious something kicks, yes? Same with intuition that delivers a full clip of gnosis that then can take a lifetime of decoding and implementation. There is another thing I share, for your consideration:
The subconscious mind cannot tell the difference between what is real, dreamed or imagined.
Just check this text about having a pretend lemon on deck then ponder the bigger pic and what it hints at as they continually assail your senses with a well orchestrated PR blitz that is designed to make things shift in tiny little increments. Check it:
What we are speaking on today is not the super obvious, as mentioned, but a more subtle undercurrent that has ran through art in all forms since da Vinci spilled the ink and spoke on metaphysical things via his Vitruvian Man or Michelangelo and the human brain which thoughtfully displayed the hemispheric differences in a way that was as blatant as subtle because its the eyes of wisdom take in what is missed by the ignorant. I don’t mean this as a diss, just stating an observation and what come next is something you are free to agree or disagree with as its just my perspective which is, as always, a loosely held opinion of some strength:
If the brain is constantly assailed with the same message from different things it creates a standardized expectation of its resonance. Take aliens, for example. The universal gray first popped onto the world stage in fiction ranging from Follingsby to Wells then Crowley himself who he said spoke to him after conducting a magical ritual which many do dismiss but I find of interest as it was his friend that went on to build jet propulsion engines which took man to the moon. Or so its alleged. I jest, I jest! But only a little bit because just as Nineteen Sixty had kicked Barney and Betty Hill went and got themselves abducted by aliens who looked exactly as said. What a coincidence! After this it was open season and there was a massive uptick in the whole “visitors from outer space” thing. In case you think this is a stretch, consider this reference:
In Nineteen Fifty Seven the Three Faces of Eve hit the screen and unfolded its depiction of MPD that was based on reality. After this there was an immense uptick in the presentation and diagnosis of said thing across countless offices of medical professionals. Isn’t that interesting? When Top Gun did its thing the military recruitment wing rubbed its mitts with glee as a they had loads of new cannon fodder to feed to the war machine. The Queens Gambit has chess sets flying off the shelves. Flashdance generated a blip of off the shoulder sweatshirts and there was a clownfish shortage after Nemo did his thing. Still finding an element of denial in all of this? Take a pad and pen, write a timeline sketch of past events then fill in exactly how much did Hollywood influence your mindset, fashion and the rest. I’ve asked this question to countless and the answers are of interest as some start to comprehend the manipulation, invisible. I mean, how many people did the CIA funded trend of Gangsta Rap kill as it simultaneously filled private prisons as well? Why were Snoop and Dre yelling out brands owned by Seagrams who then owned the distribution of the label they repped and shares in incarceration as well? The links are Self evident once you start to dig as the money always spins to a limited clique that exert a massive influence through the power of consolidation and such things. No tinfoil needed.
We will soon begin to pick apart these woven threads and see the hints that were sent to proliferate in mass consciousness but, as your starter for ten, I wish you to consider an obscure black and white flick entitled Metropolis from way back when:
More than any other clip this piece of science fic has had its images and concepts made eternal as they were constantly refreshed in the collectives awareness via things as obtusely linked as Karl Lagerfelds fashions, countless musical starlets and more movies at which you can shake a stick. The underlying premise? A dystopian future in which the rich live in comfort at points of elevation whilst the poor toil beneath them in a land where even time is manipulated. Add in a messiah that was promised and a robotic agent provocateur thrown in the mix plus there is so much occult symbolism that its no wonder we’re about to live in what was outlined, back when, and that, if nothing else, should make one question the narrative because you’re encoded or decoding in this realm. One folds out, blooming, whereas the other turns in and thus houses a thirst, unquenched, that constantly craves another hit as well being told who to keep up with and what is on trend and isn’t.
Just consider how James Dean played to a T the rebel without a cause motif that caused countless to dress and pretend like they truly didn’t give an F as well as Audrey bringing the little black dress to the helm for ladies that want to impress the leading men. Sex & the City made expensive shoes the in thing and set the ball rolling for a lot of cat ladies in training and even Wallace and Gromit made cheese sales rocket so there is obviously something kicking, yes? Toy Story Two bought Etch A Sketch back from the brink as well and Groundhog Day made a local event into a worldwide thing that saw the turnout rocket from a couple of thousand to numbers, immense, and rising. Now take this whole thing and make the tool of influence fit into your fist as they tell and sell which lifestyle you should keep up with and the rest from a witch in fancy dress and tell me if the spells and rites, ancient, were not effective or were they purposefully hidden and rebranded for the next age? It is telling that went Jung dove in to his own subconscious realm he nearly flipped his lid at what seemed to be a rich, valid and vivid dimension that exerted a massive influence and seemed to be totally independent of his default observation, yet was obviously woven in.
Imagine if you could take control of this? What type of world would you build? Would you let them see what is right in front of them and terraforming their inner realms or keep it secret and continue pumping in the same message and narrative told via a million different threads that, crucially, pass through the same hands before they make it your awareness? And yet, none dare call it conspiracy… Come with me as we unravel these knots and unweave the narrative to examine the elements and influence as well because the main thing with a magic trick is its never as impressive when you pimp the pimp but it is most elucidating as one really starts to think. You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and with that said its worth wondering why schizophrenics are the only in the realm that don’t fall for false images in their head. Isn’t that the tell that there may be more to heaven and earth, my friend?
Either way its super interesting, yes? Also, the economy as we know it will finally collapse in on itself as they usher in the way for a digital biometric way of farming engagement as you run the treadmill in your Twenty Minute City from one life to the next… It always pays to note what remains constant, my friend. Like how you’re obviously that which listens and not the chatter in your head. But, shh, they won’t tell you this as it ruins the immersion. Like the coming Feelie tech which will the app that draws them in to be linked to the Innernet as they no longer view the black mirror from a distance but it interfaces, direct, with their neurons. PKD predicted a lot of this which is quite a fascinating topic for pondering. I also mentioned the whole “AI images look just like dreams” thing and how that links in with Reddit based datasets and Magic Eye pics from back when.
Instead of rushing to defend, question why you feel offense.
Like I said in this article about a dude with a giraffes head, the dog of ignorance that got hit would not be hollering via your lips if what was expressed isn’t correct. In the end I’m trying to give you a hint of how slick the (false) self is because once you’ve seen it you’ll never be fooled again. As long as you maintain constant vigilance as its the habit of a lifetime that fits like a second skin. People rush to defend their ignorance whilst shoring up the bondage that keeps them within the grip of what they detest but they’ll decode liberation as a threat then yell “Death to the infidel!” which makes the rivers of blood flow red. Just as the Archons intended…
Imagine there is a machine that sells unconditional self acceptance for five bucks a hit. You step in, feeling a mess, flip the switch and leave with a grin and brimming with confidence. What happens when the device breaks? Will you get the shakes? Feel some dread? Put a rope around your neck and call it quits as what you suppressed via this tech came roaring for attention? See what I mean? Now, imagine you stepped within, back when, then went home to think:
“Hmm, my biophysical markers have all shifted. I can feel an immense difference in terms of resonance and embodiment as my breath is at ease, that twinge from my neck has been released and my awareness seems to have dipped from the left hemisphere of my head and now dwells more in my chest”.
Congrats, you’ve just penciled a sketch that will assist in Knowing the Ledge because when the chemical bliss fades and you’re back in the shade you can extended your respiration a little bit and attempt to retrace the steps you gained from the hit. Along the way you will find some obstacles. Like the memory, preverbal, or being taken off the tit before you’d had your fill or the time your prize artwork went in the bin after a load of lip service etc etc. Deal with this mess. This is how you gain true enlightenment, my friend. Then you won’t need the machine. Let the fools get their fill as they’re set adrift on chemical bliss and miss me with that:
As its the same reaction as baby, sans pacification. Once you comprehend we’re inside a fractal that is predicated upon your consciousness collapsing and folding in then behind edited, projected and misrepresented via the flesh you are wearing things become Self evident as you get how and why these things do what they did. I mean, see what I said about drugs easing your breath? Go and reality test it. Note the habitual Patterns of tension I’ve termed the Pane Body and how it melts (for a bit) after you’ve taken your hit but then comes right back again when the afterglow dims. It is akin to being a man with a miniature endowment who straps on a strap on, hallucinogenic, that is temporarily attuned to his flesh so he can finally give it the big un and have the girls all quivering. He forms an elevated version of the (false) self that constantly needs reinforcement hence the day tripper effect as he attempts to deny the reality that is. For the inversion of this check out this thread about the island filled with lesbians and it may offer an immense hint why we formed via deuterostome resonance. Consider that next time you call someone an asshole as you disagree with them or state they’re full of it. There is a darker aspect to all of this I’ll allow you to ponder for yourself when it comes to the favorites pass time of the rich and powerful…
The world is a dark place, my friend, and this is due to the mass acceptance of ignorance as wisdom with sticky plaster quick fix that doesn’t change a thing. I mean, why do you think modern medicine ignores the root cause to treat the symptoms whilst bringing a load of side effects as well? Its a hint about how imbalanced the realm is. A dude once went for a chiropractic correction (which is a total swizz, BTW) and suddenly realized that what he thought was standing straight was actually holding an angle. Imagine this. He had went through his life convinced it was one way but, in reality, it was something else. Over the course of a month or so the habitual Patterns crept back in as this quick fix ignores the Pane Body and underlying tension that caused said manifestation. Then we had a conversation:
“Seeing as you lean, unconsciously, to the front left I’d hazard a guess to say your time in development was either stressed or you didn’t get on well with your maternal aspect”.
His jaw hit the floor as he said:
“Yes. How did you guess so correct? From the first trimester till the early C Section it was ass over tit but my relationship with my mother is perfect”.
He sketched a timeline, spoke to the child within, then came in waving a notebook filled with angry red ink:
“Look. Look at this! How does he know what I don’t recollect. I refuse to believe it. You’re a charlatan. This is some kind of trick. My relationship with my mother was and is perfect”.
His subconscious said different as it listed events in which he never felt wanted, was second guessed, passed over or manipulated. All of this was missing from his timeline sketch which linked ten years, developing, into an edited reel of around five events. When pointed out he didn’t think anything was amiss so I suggested he ask the child within when he felt the opposite of what he recollected. Then the ink spilled. See, this is the secret cause of back pain and most of the aging myth because the more you suppress the less light can manifest which means you’ll cling to your coping mech instead. I never saw said chap again. It happens hence why I’ve said only 8% of the realm are truly capable of Knowing the Ledge. The rest would rather flit on counterfeit wings that, soon enough, will be replaced by silicon equivalents as there are plenty of robots for sexing as the loneliness veil is lifting. But at what cost? That is the question, my friend. Why did they design the realm like this? Simple, no one would accept fakes if they were really real themselves so instead of rushing to defend, question why you feel offense because, in a few, they’ll label this train of thought something phobic and eradicate from the map of common knowledge as anyone who states different from the Current Thing will be worse than Hitler himself as they rush to the defense of a force they don’t comprehend but pimps them to death then back to life again… With a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in so you remember to forget that one essential thing:
In case you haven’t guessed, I have a dim view of the forces at the helm of this stage of the simulation but, then again, its all designed like this ergo things are in perfect balance because the more aware the people get the easier it is to transcend hence the whole materialist mindset that was hammered into heads via two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” that was followed with the “Keep up” trend and the rest you know so well. Its a multidimensional attack on your innate wisdom. Thats the only way they can convince a god in the flesh they’re “only human”. Anyone who takes a trip will attest that there is a point of much mirth and merriment where they giggle without end and yell “I get it! I get it!”. How many of these psychonauts can grasp that resonance in a way that is lived once the afterglow dims? For most it is akin to a dream that once felt vivid and now is gone with the wind so they light up another rip/hit/whatever they wish and chase the feeling. Anything you run after is a tacit admission you don’t possess it, my friend. I know, full well, that this entire realm exists within my consciousness (you included) and, without me, none of this could kick as I have gained the gnosis which says:
Note, this isn’t cutting and pasting anothers quotables as that is quite wack as well because that may be their mind, full tilt, as it slaps against the ceiling of enlightenment but you should set your own mark and enforce it. You’ll note religion is the opposite of this with its whole cult of personality thing but that is another topic as there was the exoteric for the plebs and eso for the initiates. For some reason the swathes of ordinary people seem to really detest that turn of lex. Pleb, that is. I find the shape of its sound most interesting as it seems to drip from your lip then land ass over tit, inverted, before sliding along the path of least resistance. Quite apt, yes? Anyway, who am I to tell you a thing? Nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination, my friend. Call it crazy wisdom, if you wish, or yell that I’m an infidel. It makes no difference, in the end, because I see each of you as ways of eradicating my ignorance because if something external is capable of triggering then that offers a hint about events from back when that need to be processed within.
Drugs and excessive meditation bypass all of this as you’re just sliding your bills into the machine that gives you a hit before calling you back in. How many apply the things they learned when sober or off the mat and in this realm? Thats why I pushed the pen, my friend, as I noted that this shift in masks was nigh on invisible for most caught up in the mix and thus my intent, as always, was to assist your liberation from the clutches of ignorance that stick like an old habit aka the predator of consciousness. Gain gnosis, disregard everything else.
Slave/Masters hate him due to this one weird trick!
The life you currently live is akin to a Hip Hop record that samples bits and riffs from other spins to create your present incarnation hence why some people step in with special skills that need nothing to develop and its also hints why some cultures may draw you in even though you were raised believing other things. More to heaven and earth, my friend. What else? Well, the bobo was kicked on how all of this is a simulation that you play after inserting your Soul as a credit to gain the skin you’re wearing and the best way to click what I said is by upping your res as most people decode life on an old black and white TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in that totally mangles the transmission. Imagine for a minute you upgraded to Two Forty P instead? The leap is immense, yes? All the details you missed are now right in your face and that makes perfect sense as you get that consciousness is everything and that is who you truly is. Not John of House Smith or any other mental gymnastics as you’re the thinker, thinking and thought all in the same instance. By changing the context the content reveals what was always present, just waiting for you to comprehend the beautiful elegance of it all:
The bigger question is why don’t you know this? Methinks its got something to do with two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” programming, back when, hence if you’re the divine in the flesh does that make school a tool of the Devil? Oh yes! Whilst you’re pondering these things you may wish to wonder why nobody else seems to have noticed that early AI images looked like dream scenes and how both glitch out at rendering fingertips…
Some of you have noted that there have been gaps between me tapping the keys and you reading screens in comparison to back when. This is intended. Its not part of some trick or such thing for I have too much respect for those that share their attention with me. No. It is something far more intricate:
The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension.
There are no strangers nor enemies in this realm for all are friends or teachers in fancy dress. At its most basic element it means that I am them and they are me, reflected aka figments of my imagination that are conspiring for me to awaken. Between the Prime from which we sprang (and are aspects of, in the flesh) there are forces in the mid that play their roles as well. Think of it as resonance. We are of the true light and thus yearn to reconnect. They are drawn to its absence instead. That is the matter with Spirit, my friend. Each has its own intelligence, form and function as well. Can sugar taste its own sweetness or does it need to build lips and a tongue to bring the sweet nectar of perfection into the highest state of expression? What if there is a moment of perfect balance, of realization, if you will, in which the seeker comprehends it is the seeking and what is sought – all in one instance? That glimpse of bliss is a hint of the eternal thus one can only deconstruct perfection into chaos, comprehend? Even that is intended for such is the cosmic dance to which we move and swing. Have you ever considered the symbolism of the trident, my friend? Its worth considering for one splits into three and that may just be the key behind every mystery and religion there ever is, was and will be…
I just wanted to thank you.
You. Yes, you, the one reading now. You’re pretty cool, you know? You may think:
“He doesn’t know me. Avast with this phony pandering!” but the truth of the matter is I know you really well for you are just another aspect of me, made manifest. I once used the metaphor of mercury to assist a man that was about to tip into the ocean of insanity. I told him to stare at his face in what reflects and how that was an apt metaphor for a singular consciousness made manifest as the myriad in this realm. He got it and thus averted depot injections in the rear end and became a mystic instead. Funny how that happens.
Anyway.
The lone coal screams in the darkness for the rest of the Souls around him that are wrapped in the same base carbon resonance don’t seem to detect the pressure that won’t relent but chases him since he stepped in. Time does its thing and, one day, he shines like a diamond. The problem now is they don’t comprehend his resonance. Some wish to ostracize. Others envy his presence. Many are compelled to form links with the bling as they find his shine so attractive. And yet, when he speaks they rarely get as they have not (yet) tread on the Path which one creates by taking steps. You, by virtue of reading this, have and will otherwise you would not have made it to this juncture. With that said:
There are no strangers or enemies in this realm. The people you incarnated with have been around you for ages. Not all of them are the same level and none will make the same progress. Like trees shed leaves so the fresh can bud again we are a process in full effect so be like the air which grasps not the bird that floats within but simply enjoy its presence and lament not its absence for it is simply a gift for all dwells within your consciousness and thus you are it, my friend:
An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that created this realm that can seem like heaven or hell until one clicks they are the still point in the mid and this unfurls the vertical axis. I just wanted to thank you and say I believe in you and know you will win because you are made this way and thus its all to gain so be not lessened by lessons that once had you stressing as that is merely the coal being alchemized in higher realms to the diamond body can shine bright and ascend to act as a beacon to the rest in times of darkness. Fear not a thing for that is the greatest illusion which brings the thrill to the rollercoaster of this realm for matter without Spirit is not a thing but, imbued with its intelligence, it tends to develop a mind of its own; Mercury, reflected.
The wisdom of the heavens speaks in mans essence but even that is a mere riff on the ineffable presence I’ve termed the Psylense which is the primal tongue in which the most divine script never writ was first penned and one can read at any time they wish simply by attuning to its resonance. Achieve this in the flesh and you gain transcendence which is a hint that hypnotism is the thing, yes? Combine this nascent gnosis with the holy ghost of LSD trips that each baby comes with, standard equipped, and you may just comprehend how the Soul shifts from one spin to the next, gains a new story in an old head then ejects and reskins to do it all again for reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction. Like I said, matter and Spirit aka the whole heart and feather thing for thoughts are electric but feelings, magnetic.
From bliss, I came. In bliss, I am sustained. To bliss I shall return after this, my last sojourn in this realm. I don’t need a thing from you but have plenty to give for my cup overfloweth with the nectar of gnosis. Like the lips that were built to taste the sweetness, don’t let these seeds fall on the barren dirt of your concreted over consciousness but, instead, till those fields of ignorance and feel what underpins the sentiment. Feed and nurture this. The true muse is within. Anything else is akin to a spiritual Etch A Sketch whereas I’m wearing custom threads woven of ethereal silk as I paint word pictures in your chest. You can do this as well for thou art an aspect of me in other flesh hence why ancient civilizations did greet with bowed heads and palms pressed at pecs. We, these daze, believe what we can see and feel and thus a singular grip doth extend which, itself, is a hint of how far the race has fell but just because they’re running laps around a loop that paves the highway to hell and a heaven of make pretend where man meets silicon doesn’t mean you must partake or accept their invitation:
There are a great many things in this realm of which a wise man may choose to remain ignorant. On the flip, there are a few gifts that are essential for any aspirant:
Breathe.
Its a pretty spiffing thing, don’t you think? Done to excess with circular links and one swiftly trips the light fantastic and undoes the hypnotic trance to get back to be baby brain aka deprogramming. Yes, its a slower lift but the effects are cumulative. Like doing ten press ups, ten squats and ten sit ups on the reg. Compare the mode, mind and flesh of one who maintains this discipline from the moment they gained conceptuals versus one who skipped this step, satiates the flesh to excess then injects a massive dose of Tren and pumps iron without relent for a few summers flex. The difference should be Self evident, yes? One possess a quiet strength that only increases, without limit, whereas the other goes beyond that which most can comprehend but then oscillates to the other end:
Constantly missing that state of equilibrium. This is the difference between bloom and bust, my friend, and the realm, at present, makes saccharine seem attractive for they mimic what they cannot best then make it seem oh so perfect. The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension but before you can see what it is you must accept the filth that cakes your third eye, currently hid. Scrape this off and you’ll get my drift so spread your wings and fly, high beyond the surly limits of ignorance for one doesn’t become good by fighting evil but by not feeding it so it must, in the end, consume itself. On the flip, if there a light, unfinite, it would need the darkness of limits to best share its gifts ergo there are layers to all of this and it just so happens you’re reading this tome of luminescence on a stage most dense so it is what it is:
Perfect.
The true beauty of this world may be beyond your comprehension but if, like me, you are willing to admit your ignorance I’m certain you’ll see it as well and then you may be inspired to share your visions which make mine seem like mere rudiments for without you to Witness the potent remains latent which is akin to a tree falling in a forest with no ears to actualize the resonance so take this gift, process and shift, stretch across a canvas and paint a picture of a sun that never sets against skies of a purple tint in which the music of the spheres is heard, up close and personal as the people don’t walk and talk but dance and sing instead. Where “Each one, teach one” is the mindset and our conflict was of the intellect with the intent of uplifting the next by highlighting something just beyond what they could currently comprehend as these rising tides of collective consciousness insured each gen was better in tune with the unfinite… James said that blind men can see it and its telling the song has no words because it hints that Stevie did and thus he penned this composition to render explicit his third eye visions:
From the depths of my Soul via the Prince in the flesh: I wish you all the very best along with the strength to excel in the face of every test as you remember, my friend, that you are the shine within the diamond that can never be dimmed for you are unfinite, eternal and pre-exist.
