The Dumbed Down State of Man

I’m typing this from the bottom of the barrel that I’ve been scraping for the past year and some change. Congratulations are due to the Opponent and his various factions. Not only did they break me then shatter the fragments they almost managed to grind what was left into a dust so fine that I forgot my Self. Almost. “But almost doesn’t get the job done, Prime” filtered through my awareness as a remembrance from the days of Inner Sense as I lay on the floor curled in the fetal position taking another spiritual beating from those I set my position against.

Today marks a turning point in that respect. Two simple exercises from the Path of Power that I’d abandoned bought me back from the brink of dissolution and reminded me again for what I’m fighting, why I live like this and the meaning of having been thrown in the ocean in order to learn how to swim, This isn’t for everyone but all can benefit as we’re all up against the same thing that wishes nothing less that the complete and total colonization of your Self by making you believe its inverted image that is impressed upon your consciousness via various modes and tricks for they are legion.

Its so effective that 81% accept, without blinking (or thinking) the defacto programming. Just like their parents before them. 11% are picked either due to innate talents that can be turned into weapons against the rest of the populace or to prevent their own true awakening as well as the fact they can be used as points of resonance to trap, trick and inveigle the remaining 8% for whom the Systems generic programming isn’t effective. I’m of the latter percentage and thus know what happens when you make an enemy of what you currently think is your best friend.

Looking back I can’t believe how I got to this position where I just gave up, stopped fighting and chose to slump to the deck as they got their metaphysical licks in. Who knows what the consequences of this will be in long term or interim as I feel the damage is ways I never did. Or maybe that was the point? The silver lining to sipping from the poisoned chalice as it bought me far closer to the suffering within that I was artfully evading whilst serenading. At my lowest point it was my Inner Sense that came and offered comfort. Crazy, because that is what it wanted and I could not fully furnish because when I felt good, which was nine out of ten due to the various modes of stimulus designed to hide my problems by fronting, I would quickly ignore the inner suffering by focusing on the pleasures but during this recent sojourn to the pit even that was rendered ineffective so for that I’m grateful to my Opponent because I see the lay of the land how it is:

Mankind has been dumbed down at an immense rate in order to profit from its suffering by offering pointless solutions that cannot change a thing but are accepted as canon by those who would rather die than admit the way they feel within. Thats what it truly felt like, you know? Like I was dying. I truly lost the will to live. Relinquished my grip on existence and felt the resistance overcoming the voltage as vital processes like digestion, respiration and excretion that had been steadily slowing were now juddering and almost grinding to a halt. In many ways I welcomed it. I know death isn’t the end and would gladly face it with a grin because whilst suicide is never an option (for reasons metaphysic as its akin to owing a debt that places you in the pocket of one quite wicked) I had simply had enough of living.

Can you imagine how it feels to be the loneliest man on the planet? Let me put it to you like this:

A child is born and soon learns the art of crawling before he is show how to walk upon two legs by those who previously mastered this. Now, lets pretend they themselves never learned this and instead spent their whole life rolling around on hands and knees and accepted this was the way it is. In that world, in that timeline, a man lies alone and reflects as he stretches his limbs and wonders what else is possible. He is no longer a child as he has served hard time in this realm and thus has acquired many bad habits that are almost engrained as the way it is. Still, there is a rebel spirit within that knows something is very wrong about this unbalanced equation as he feels like a giant kneeling at the feet of midgets. He is alone and isolated because those to whom he spoke of these thoughts rejected the concepts as blasphemous, impossible or just straight up delusion ravings or a man quite stupid. “To go with them into the madness of crowds or strike out by myself?” he wondered, even though it was not an option. “Dolo it is” he said.

He tried to gain that sense of balance, the feeling of being Centered in Self that could elevate him to a higher state of being but the surly bonds of gravity taught him many painful lessons as he fell, again and again, and often bled from these endeavors. People saw him less and less as he maintained a distance as he felt their resonance was at odds with what he was learning about himself but that doesn’t mean there weren’t those who were watching with interest. The aforementioned midgets that instructed the rest to kneel as they lorded over them. They knew fine and well the validity of what he said and saw it as a threat to their entire operation and set various things in motion to ensure his transcendence was as painful as it could get.

One day, just for a fleeting moment, he takes a couple of steps and as he hits the deck he is both euphoric and aware of an immense numbness that prevented this mode of locomotion and the heightened perspective it brings. Now he knows its for real and throws his full weight behind his instincts as he knows what he is seeking is genuine as he nibbled at the pudding which provided proof itself to what he suspected:

“Mankind is a dumbed down version of man that has been corrupted from within to accept a totally unnatural way of living. Acceptance of this is at the root of all their problems but because they accept the programming they can’t see this as the alternative doesn’t exist as an option as its been hidden and thus none think to seek for it”.

Over time, with dedicated effort, he learns the fine art of balance in a state of near total isolation. Near total because those who came near him did so with the intent of posing as friends whilst working as spies under the guise of deception as they reported back what they witnessed about what he was discovering. “Its quite painful to move like this” he thinks one day, as he strolls around his apartment on two legs. “I wonder how it feels to crawl again?” says the voice in his head and he decides to give it a spin. Soon, gradually, in imperceptible increments his face is in the dirt as he spends his days and nights on his hands and knees and almost forgets the experiment. No one checks for him as he long ago disconnected from them. Privately and publicly its said he flipped his lid and what was once just eccentric and imaginative is now full on schizophrenic and talking gibberish therefore best avoided.

Lying there, on the ground, is a man who once directly witnessed an elevated perspective that validated his hypothesis about the dark shenanigans designed to create a kind of man called mankind that is the same in essence but totally different in application from the true intent of the original. Call it genetic memory, a powerful intuition or the gift of thinking different, whatever it is he has it in abundance. Or did. “I’m so tired” he says as he reflects on what he’s been, seen and experienced as well as the waves of sadness that wash over his awareness because others lack the frame of reference to comprehend their potential.

The Slave/Masters, that active 11% of pernicious influence that are set dressing this stage of hell presented as heaven in the flesh for those serving a life sentence are prematurely congratulating themselves for snuffing the light of Self realization from another Warrior who saw through their tricks and raised himself up his full potential. They, who hobble around with sticks provided to them in exchange for silence and obeisance, realize not how they are actually tools of suppression designed to dumb down the rest and how what they possess (or, to be more accurate, are possessed by) is nowhere near of what they’re capable.

Lying there he takes his isolation to the logical limit and removes the stimulus of food and his senses as well as he steps into the void and embraces the silence as he wants nothing less than for this to all come to an end. Except, it doesn’t. After standing, falling then standing again something has changed within the depths of his nervous system. There are opportunities for connection and operation he previously never accessed but just now intuited as he looks to the left, then to the right and uses the last remaining vestiges of his strength to pull himself up the wall where he grasps the ledge. Suddenly he starts bouncing and feels an immense surge of energy flowing through him as a huge grin bursts through his lips and he starts laughing as he is no longer crawling but not yet truly walking either. A state in the mid, much like that fugue you experience in bed when no longer dreaming nor fully conscious which is actually an opening to a powerful state of healing as it exists between worlds and is much like the silence that renders music possible but is also just as invisible to those not listening.

Exhausted from the effort but exhilarated as well he falls to the ground and deliriously says “I’ve got it, it all makes sense now, this is how I can show them what they’re missing” because that true higher perspective, the natural unfoldment of the truth which lies within is such a vivid and powerful thing. “All they’ve got to do is crawl against an obstacle to overcome it and the side effect is you gain a new perspective which shows, quite clearly, how the world was tricked to kneel at the feet of midgets as they are actual giants who are capable of far more than they suspect”.

11% of you reading this know what I’ve said is quite true and obvious but hate for your little secret to be exposed to the plebs and will thus fight its spread and influence upon the populace as you like sense of power you’ve gained by hoodwinking yourself in exchange for the use of walking sticks and false elevation they bring – hint they’re only of any use in this realm and we are actually multidimensional as you’ll find after death. The other 8% are in various states of comprehension as some are being ravaged by the System and others have taken it to the next level as they’re flying on the wings I intuit we possess as the crawling was actually a dumbing down of walking which itself reduced running that was simply a remainder of soaring which was a facet of omnipotence. Therein lies the hint of our true state of opulence and magnificence that is the natural state of Inner Sense when not twisted and damaged by the vagaries of this Game on this particular level.

The remaining 81% for whom this concept will range from the gibberish ravings of a madman who makes no sense up to tickling a scratch they’d been trying to itch without successfully finding are welcome to test what I’ve said from themselves. All you need is you, your body and ten minutes where you stand on two legs and bounce up and down whilst feeling your flesh and being present in the moment. Once thats done then stay perfectly still for about twenty and see what happens to your awareness.

I’d be willing to bet you right now that those who keep it up will discover a far more elevated, free and freeing perspective on embodiment they never previously suspected as they take their nascent steps on the Path of Power that leads to greater knowledge of Self as that is the antithesis of being well adjusted to a society profoundly sick that has you kneeling at the feet of midgets by ignoring your own latent magnificence and strengths.

Till we meet again

Happy New Year! (AKA the Spring Equinox)

“Happy New Year!” says the Warrior as the Slave scratches their head and wonders how this fool could be so happy at being three months and some change late to the party they already celebrated. Therein lies the hint because he is in tune with the natural rhythms of life instead of being well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. “What the hell are you talking about?” said one such beleaguered Soul as they considered if it would be worth continuing reading, well let me ask you a question:

When does the year feel new to you? January first or March twenty first? That much should be obvious, yes? After all the former is still as cold, grey and miserable as the month previous whereas now its obvious you’re walking with a spring in your step. This is what I mean about natural resonance and how so many things in your life have been flip turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute so just sit right there and I’ll show you how today is the true new year:

Since way back when we observed nature like modern man does a television because it was essential to predict what was coming and how to move accordingly in this realm. They noticed with a quickness that there were four major events – two equinoxes, two solstices – that were as regular as clockwork and marked the seasons shift:

The Spring Equinox occurs around March twenty first and its when things begin to bloom as life eternal once again springs from the Earths womb where it was hidden during the chill. The Autumnal Equinox kicks in around September twenty third and, true to its name, we see the leaves falling as the cycle of (seeming) death follows the earlier resurrection. During these days the periods of sun and light are almost equal.

The Solstices occur in Summer and Winter around June twenty first and December the same with the former getting the longest slice of daylight and the latter the most darkness.

By observation of nature the ancestors created ways and methods of living within sync of these rhythms and it was all good till the Romans stepped in and offered a remix. Haven’t you ever wondered why the months that carry the names from seven to ten aren’t actually sitting where they should be present? September, October, November and December is quite a pretty big hint that something has been played with but, like most truths that aren’t hidden but placed right in front of your eyelids, seeing them is impossible as you were raised to accept and not question.

Back in Forty Six BC ya boy Ceezy added sixty seven days with a click of his digits so that Forty Five BC began on January first rather than in March when scheduled. The people who didn’t believe the hype and remembered the old traditions of wisdom that synchronized their rhythms to the cosmos were called “Aprils Fools” when celebrating the shifts of the seasons and its rolled on since then, unquestioned. As I’ve said before in missives previous you are misdirected, misinformed and kept in the dark whilst being fed BS and thus the average human is much like a shroom in that sense:

Totally unaware of their potential for enlightenment due to being perpetually finessed by a game (within the Game) which is as old as the empire itself. Stop and think for a moment:

What is your life actually aligned to? How natural is that way of living? Do you like how it feels? What does it truly bring? Why have you never considered the alternative?

Its all about disconnecting you from the Source of all and everything within, messing with your resonance and requesting that you place your power outside yourself via various forms of manipulation, indoctrination and coercion – none of which have your best interests beating in the chests of those who weave these tangled webs. That is why your life is such a mess because you lack knowledge of Self and therefore live a second hand life one step removed from your own experience.

This process I call Adulteration (in contrast to Inner Sense which every child brings with them in abundance upon entering this realm only to find them divorced from it real quick once the System gets a grip on their awareness with its programming) and ignorance of it is why the world is such a mess. Exactly as intended hence why 81% of the populace are Slaves due to their unquestioning loyalty to straight up wickedness that masquerades as guidance when in reality all it does is line the pockets of the 11% that pedal this confusion to their followers as they profit from their investment in your misery. The remaining 8% are Warriors and we see through the code to decode the true meaning and this is the game I’m sprinkling in your mind when I say that now the year is new its time to escape the trap because none of this is what you think and your mind is behind enemy lines so question everything.

Till we meet again

Is Oxygen a Hallucinogen?

If you’re reading this I wish you well. Truly I do and I mean it in every sense and respect because you never know when the inverse of the straw that broke the camels back principle may kick in and these words on a screen just may make the difference to someone thinking there’s no point to this.

Well, I’m here to tell you there is. The first step is knowing that all in this realm is transitory therefore there really is no point in stressing about anything because its always in motion. What you can do is have a rough destination in mind, trim your sails, capture the wind and see what happens. Easier said than done for most but therein lies the hint because if you’re rigid in thinking then I’d be willing to bet your body is the same.

Throughout my days of practice dealing with many people who were swerving in various lanes one thing I noticed, again and again, was how few of them could breathe correctly. Its quite wild when you stop and think about it as its a pretty vital part of life and yet we’ve been trained into thinking that ties around our neck and belts on our stomach are the way it is and should be when the symbolism of such is actually quite crooked.

Have you ever noticed your breath whilst having sex? There is a definite resonance between it and your energetics which in turn influences your awareness and causes a feedback loop to spin. You can leverage this insight by varying your in and exhales for a bit. Try it in multiples of nine and for best effect use thirty six as you’ll definitely feel it by then. Have a play around with it. Use your imagination and see how much of your belly, back, shoulders and chest you can fill whilst sipping breath in via your mouth before exhaling to emptiness via your nostrils until it feels like your navel is kissing your spinal column. Or try a triangle so you may pick something like four in, seven hold, eight out or a square with five in, five hold, five in, five hold. How about a circle? The inspiration is unlimited once you start thinking about what you can do with your standard equipment as it can do some fascinating things. Consider this:

Its the most intimate exchange you have between the inner and outer realms. Used correctly it can rapidly point out the illusion of perception and its not for nothing some have said in jest that oxygen may be a hallucinogen that fuels this lifelong trip in the flesh because there is a remarkable similarity between a babies brainwaves and those of the Adulterated under the influence. Things like this make it quite fascinating as well as offering you a change to adjust the variables because once you realize that your current mode of breathing is but one from an unfinite range of options then you’re starting to shift gears into alternate perceptions and this is where things can get really, really interesting.

There is a technique I’ll be sharing which takes minutes forty five to ninety, depending, and its effects are quite dramatic as it can vary from screaming to crying or writhing in bliss whilst sporting a huge grin. Whats even more interesting is the level of resistance people have had when it comes to attempting it. Almost like there is a status quo mechanism within that has no wish to upset the apple cart of discomfort that they’re dragging around inside their predictable click-whirr existence where they pray for change but resist its invitation when it calls their name.

It made me aware that each of us is actually a nation in that sense and there are many, many fragments of our awareness within that are attempting to make up for our lack of coherence by enforcing totalitarian thinking. Thing is there is only one wheel aka the Witness to steer the vessel of your flesh and thus these aspects rise and fall, moment to moment depending on the task at hand, and direct your attention to wherever they think is best, safest or suits their own bent.

Explaining this to people can often be met with a blank stare or a light clicking within as suddenly they realize they aren’t the thoughts they’re thinking but that which is looking and makes it all possible. By its nature its invisible and yet responsible for everything. Quite a contradiction, yes?

By paying heed to your breathing you can start getting good hints about which version of you is currently at the wheel and how many of your resources they can marshal. Its why you can be effortlessly witty around friends you’ve known since back when as your respiration is at its most natural and, I’d guess, is being taken at depth as you’re not holding your stomach in to look thin or stifling how you express yourself. Take the same person and place them in a mode of stress and the first thing you’ll notice is the shallowness as shoulder breathing with a birds chest often becomes the standard which leads to their Pre-frontal Cortex going offline for the moment and thus no higher order of thinking is available. This is the reason why people often think of the perfect comeback at two AM in bed when they froze in the moment when tested.

Its also why its better to chase your stress than run from it because you’ll acclimatize and find ease in the discomfort. The greatest limits one can push is the ones they unknowingly placed upon themselves or accepted under duress and then never examined again. Breathing is a great way to test the resistance so try something different. Its also why sitting in chairs, staring at screens screws with that process so terribly as well as causing unnatural tension on muscle groups that further impinge our respiration. Modern life is a one two punch when it comes to radiance as all convenience comes a cost. The first casualty of this war is often sensation and not for nothing is it said that most are walking around comfortably numb because there are levels to this observation as many people truly can’t feel anything below the neck.

Body language, as in how you relate to your own energetics in the present moment, is something you end up learning intuitively as you step upon the Path of Power because its a side effect of Centering in Self. After all, where else would you find you but within? Strange, isn’t it, how we look for solutions in places in effective. Like losing your keys and returning to a spot where you know they aren’t only to be disappointed. They say the definition of madness is doing the same expecting different. Being honest with yourself, how many areas of your life are you doing this in right now? Sobering realization, isn’t it? And yet so elusive. Until we decide to face it and that is one comprehends the nature of this convincing illusion that takes your awareness then paints this dimensional experience upon it as all is truly within ergo I am a figment of your imagination telling you what you already knew anyway.

It can get quite meta in a sense because if you and a friend synchronize your breathing for an extended period you’ll notice a resonance forms in your heartbeats as well. If you then continue strolling along and maintaining this rhythm very interesting things can start to happen that hint at the true nature of this dream within a dream as the wheel within a wheel spins and you can start playing a game of “Black or Red?” where you take it turns to create pictures in your head that involve all of the other senses (after all the division and decoding of various ranges of the EM spectrum is itself an arbitrary illusion that has no ned to exist within so why limit?) and create a vivid experience. The other may feel a chill whipping around their awareness or the sight of the sun shining on closed eyelids and various other types of sensation that offer hints about the true nature of consciousness.

And it all starts with breath.

Run free, breathe easy and experiment.

Till we meet again

Can You Sacrifice Yesterday for Tomorrow?

That really is all it is when it comes to success. Its not even a case of deferred gratification, even though its a part of it, because this is more than a mindset. Its a lifestyle. One that knows to shine one must grind because it comprehends the journey is actually more vital than the destination for the experience it brings.

The modern world won’t tell you this.

Its actually the best kept secret of every “overnight success” because it often takes the outer a while to catch up to the inner vision of one who marches to the beat of their own drum. Sometimes it doesn’t happen in their lifetime, take Van Gogh for example or Tesla even to whose concepts back then we still haven’t envisioned as a collective. I’m not saying the Path is easy but its up to you to decide whether to step on it and make something happen or just keep strolling along the treadmill with the rest of the Slaves on this global plantation as they amuse themselves to death and every conversation begins with “Remember when?” because the best of times are behind them.

They’d never admit this but the defeat within makes it presence felt in a myriad of ways for those who are willing to listen because not everyone will make it and nor are they intended because we’re playing the Game of Souls on its highest difficulty setting which is why you should relish the challenge.

Use haters as fuel. Its all energy in that sense. There is no force than can oppress you Twenty Four Seven without end and even if that happens what you’ll discover via the process of discomfort is that old coal becomes a new diamond and then its time to start shining. The question is can you sacrifice yesterday for tomorrow?

Even that is a trick because they are just concepts that don’t exist as there is but now. That ever present gift that most are too busy running from to ever unwrap and peek within. Imagine a fish that swims through an ocean where the water is invisible and you’ll get how we relate to time in the Third Dimension and this is why its said the best time to make a change is yesterday.

The second best is today. And for those that don’t listen, tomorrow never comes as they lounge around with regret, trying so hard to pretend they didn’t have any other options than the barrel bottom scraping that passes for an existence.

See why I call them Slaves? Its not a token of disrespect but an accurate marker of their inner realms and how they relate to Self as they accept power for truth and offer to sacrifice their Inner Sense for a stable existence which is two stops away from misery and costs an arm and a leg to keep riding.

They won’t admit this, not even to themselves, which is the saddest aspect because as any addict will tell you’ve got to spot the problem before you can find a solution and this involves change, from deep down, within. None of this surface level, lipstick, pop-psych trash for the Warriors of this realm. “Oh hell, no!” they said as they rise to the challenge and execute their bad habits with a shot straight to the head in order to release the energy within that they use to fashion tomorrow from their thoughts, deeds and actions in the present moment.

Don’t get it twisted, this realm is akin to hell for one living without a purpose and drifting from that to this but the Game specializes in playing tricks in your head so most think its heaven itself because to grasp the opposite would fill them with an immense sense of dread and thus don’t expect the rest to comprehend your response when the call to action starts to ring and reverberate inside your awareness:

Lets do this!

There are Twenty Four in a day. Lets push Eight out of the way to rest and recuperate. What you do with the rest is up to you once you’re obligations have been tamed and sated with the frame of mind you must give them in order to maintain the previous boundaries of your existence aka the small pond which is a big fish senses as false limits as it craves the abundance of the vast, blue ocean and thus sets its intent in motion.

I’ve often said that a plan without a goal is a wish and this is the greatest secret that lies at the heart of all success because without a barometer which says “I’ll do this by then or give up this and reattempt with greater precision” you’re simply fooling yourself. Remember, tomorrow doesn’t exist. Only now. That is your gift. Its all you possess and once you’ve divided what goes when the remainder is yours to utilize as you wish because you’ll only get back what you put in in this realm as its all just recycling the same energetics which is why directed attention and incremental betterment are the breakfast of champions.

Let me speak on that last one in detail, in case you’ve never heard it:

Do you know why New Years Resolutions fail for most of the populace? Its because they want too much, too quick. The subconscious isn’t wired like this. On the flip take someone who is dedicated to training. Rain, sleet, hail or snow they’ll find a way to get their session in. This is the subconscious doing exactly the same thing but propelling you in another direction so don’t imagine you’re going to leap off the couch and climb Everest.

Sure that is a good goal, a good intent but it will take a few yesterdays spent dialing down the basics before you make that ascent and this is the principle of incremental betterment.

Add in a little something, something every day. Break it down into smaller steps so in the case of the newcomer to a gym, don’t sign up for that January membership when everyone else will come piling in only to start dwindling, just as quick. No, play it smart. Be intelligent.

Go out for a walk instead. Get that basic level of fitness up a notch or six. Then, how about some sit ups? Fresh and breezy upon rising. Maybe some stretches. The foundation is built as its been a month or two and the motivation of conquest is rising as you proven, time and again, you’re rising to the occasion to your subconscious which says “OK, cool. If this is whats happening then lets do it!” and it propels you further in that direction.

I’ve always advised clients it will take a month or two of incremental betterment to start creating new habits. After days Twenty One most people notice a difference in their levels of motivation and after that it just keeps compounding as they’re no longer forcing it but actually crave the challenge for what it says to themselves about them and the direction they’re hearting.

That is the most beautiful aspect as its akin to a lotus unfolding upon the filth of their previous existence that they, quite often, thoroughly detested but couldn’t find the exit. Its here, now. Where else?

Can you unwrap the gift the present moment? Can you sacrifice yesterday for tomorrow? Now, that is the question.

Grab a pad and pen. Keys and screen ain’t the same level of neural connection so don’t cheat yourself. Write down a list that splits the Twenty Four you’re allocated into those aspects you cannot shift and thus must be handled and then take what is left and rearrange everything around the principle of incremental betterment. Take your large goal, the mountain you intend scaling, and break it down into its constituent components. Now take these elements, place them in a bag along with a secret blend of herbs and spices and season well before glancing at the page to meet your recipe for success. Then go do it.

Thats really all it takes. If you’ve been putting off that change then consider this your call to action as I’ve just given you the keys to unlock your potential from within, change your mind and keep it that way because now you grasp what happens within and this is how you make new habits that stick and shift your paradigm.

Incremental betterment. Two words that make me grin. I hope you too get to Witness the same experience after you’ve felt, first hand, the immense benefits they bring to one who wishes to take it to the next level.

Till we meet again

Food Doesn’t Come in a Bag or a Box

In life there are those who know what goes on under the hood and those that don’t care as they never looked. “Why would I?” says one “If there is a problem I’ll take it to someone who knows”. Lets use a car as an example as its easy to get my drift.

Lets say you know nothing about nothing and are proud of it. That means you won’t check the tyre pressure, top up the fluids or care for much more than getting around in the ends as you do your thing. That also means you won’t spot something thats off, just a little bit, until you’re forced to pay attention to the warning light thats blinking as you whip starts to limp and you trundle off to a mechanic who hands you a bill. With a grin. Because its people like you that keep him in business.

Now switch out car for body and mechanic for the medical establishment and you’ll start to comprehend the nature of Self ignorance.

People use their bodies without a care for maintenance and because they live entirely in their heads they’re also disconnected from the subtle signals it sends from within about whether or not it likes this or has a problem with your fuel choices. Actually, nutrition is a great aspect because a lot of the crap sitting on shelves that is ultraprocessed and designed to be addictive as it passes your lips and then becomes a poison within. Poly unsaturated fatty acids for example that are in absolutely everything and over consumed by billions of people who don’t seem to click the delayed onset of the problems they bring. Switching metaphors for a second:

A new petrol station opens across the street from your mechanic and they’re way cheaper than the one you’ve been using. Not only that but they give you a cool gift each time you’re spending so you think “Win/win” and gladly give them your business. You tell everyone who’ll listen as you show off your trinkets and pat yourself on the back at your wise decision and how much you’re saving. Then, after year or two, you notice your car isn’t running quite as smooth as it did. “Meh” you think as you keep on trucking until one day smoke starts pouring from the bonnet whilst you’re driving. You call up the mechanic who sends out some help and your broken down vehicle is bought to his building.

“I don’t know whats wrong with it” you said “It was all perfect and then this happens”. “Ah yes” says the mechanic “We’re seeing quite a lot of this. See there is a build up in your engine that clogged up the pistons and then the…”. “Look, I’m not technical. Just tell me how much to fix?” you interrupt as he replies with a grin. “Well, its going to be expensive” before launching into a pitch about how they can lease you a brand new vehicle with all maintenance included and how it would be oh so perfect etc…

In this case they’re speaking about your immune system which is what the pharma industry wishes to co-opt next but what they never mentioned is they’ve long since been in bed with big business which lobbies politicians to support its decisions on additives and chemicals that lace products sitting on shelves which are designed to be addictive, generate huge profits, have low spoilage and generate a boat load of health issues due to the increased doses they’re consumed in.

Don’t believe? Think it all sounds it should be spouted by a head wearing foil tinned to keep out the mind control signals? That is exactly how it is because its called the Hegelian Dialectic in which they produce a problem (cheaper fuel that is filled with additives designed to damage your engine), await your reaction (“I don’t know what happened! Can you fix it?”) and then present their solution (“Here is some insulin for the rest of your existence. Remember to pay promptly if you wish to keep on living!”).

That model actually underpins everything in this realm which emanates from the 11%, well 1.1% actually because the rest are just useful idiots bought in to do their bidding from a position of false enlightenment, and then sold, told and shown to you as the way it is, was and should be.

Take a glance at the food pyramid and you’ll see its based on whats good for Big Business and not your health because in that sense its actually quite detrimental. Proof of this? Look at all of those waddling around, short of breath as they struggle to squeeze into what would be a Nineteen Eighties XXXL but is now vanity badged as a medium. Not for nothing have the sizes of vehicles ballooned in between now and then along with furniture as well in order to hide the truth of this from those not looking. Just check some old footage and it becomes quite obvious or obtain something vintage and feel the difference.

There are many strings, pulled all at once, to keep the illusion of progress moving when anyone can note that the health of most is flowing backwards as they’re the true fat of the land but too busy consuming themselves to death to notice or care one jot. Its all as planned really. “Drive yourself to extinction whilst making our tills ring as we sell you the poison and then the cures which create their own problems” said the men behind the curtain.

The current aim of business is the outsourcing of your immune system to a subscription based model in order to keep on living. Covidiots around the world bought the fable, hook, line and sink, and would rather die than question their investment. Which is apt as that is whats currently happening and scientists, who can tell you what a mummy from ancient Egypt had for lunch, are “baffled as to the cause”. Are you seeing what I’m saying?

The Slave/Masters Game in a nutshell is this:

To encourage your toward your own destruction by prompting you to make the worst possible decision.

The Warriors Game is the flip:

To think, feel and reason for oneself based on a blend of the data available, intuition and knowledge of the lay of the land as it stands and the participants in Game who wish to play Opponent and thus intend to make one their Victim.

Thats the difference between taking it to a mechanic to get fixed or learning the rudiments, doing your own maintenance and pondering “Hmm, that garage has just started leasing vehicles and has also built a super cheap petrol station. I think I’ll avoid that and pay a little bit more for premium”.

These are the same folks who’ll be running smooth as silk as long as they roll about this realm as they realize whats cheap often ends up expensive as those on the other end of the strings of public opinion think of no one but themselves and their own profits.

Don’t expect the government, corporations or some mystical sky daddy to fix your problems when the answers are within but require a bit of effort and gumption to do the mathematics of the equations life presents.

That is why Warriors and Slaves see the same thing but get answers totally different:

Which one do you think offers the best return on investment? Why do you believe what you do? How has it been paying off for you? If it hasn’t, why aren’t you thinking different and exploring other options? Or will you, knowing what I’ve just said, keep trundling along the aisle filling your trolley with garbage, destroying your immune system and feeling like partially warmed up death as your vehicle is coughing and wheezing under the pressure of the filth you keep piling in.

And thats before we even get onto the corrosive and toxic influence of mass media and all it brings as well as the way you think, breathe and rest. Oh yes, being a Warrior is a Ten Eighty thing as you’ve got to play the Game on three levels at the same instance to comprehend the depth of what it means to walk around in this realm encased in skin because the odds are stacked way against you and then a crooked hand is dealt which is why its so sweet to win and why the house hates those who think like this and make proactive decisions for living, experiment with the options to see what fits and, most crucially, think for themselves.

And by that I don’t mean watching a video online that confirms what they think and taking it for gospel but actually developing that felt sense that tells them “Nah, this ain’t it” as well as what does put a hop, skip and jump in their step as there is no one size fits all in this realm and you must tailor your livit to your Self. Remember:

Food doesn’t come in a bag or a box. I know what you’re thinking “That’s most of what I buy from the shops!” and that is exactly what you must stop because these food like substances are the perfect deception as they’re delicious on the tongue but numb your highest potential as they act like poisons within once digested. Much like the rest of what you take as gospel but don’t dare question because the Game is all mental.

Till we meet again

What Is Your Reason for Living?

Everybody came here to do something. You can call it your Souls fondest wish, your reason for living or that special purpose you feel is calling. Whatever you name it the aim is the same because you sense this impulse, deep down within, that says “Lets do this!“. Problem is life gets in the way. As do excuses:

“Oh, I don’t have time for that”.
“I just need a bit more money saved up”.
“It will be perfect once I have…”

The words can rack up but the actions don’t. The sad truth of the fact is most were never going to do it anyway. They knew they had the skills, passion and drive but they didn’t have the will because, more often than not, life had done a number on their Self confidence. It could be due to neglectful parents who stepped all over their dreams, invalidating experiences, horrific abuse or all manner of things. Whatever you wish to call it, these events left you scarred from within and scared to reach out to that which you know would fulfill. So what do you do? You choose the easiest option which is sitting in the middle with the rest of the plebs as you amuse yourself to death and try and pretend you don’t feel a nagging emptiness within your chest that still says “Lets do this!”.

This is the nature of the Slave/Masters and what they do best. If life has a plan then consider them the monkey wrench. The wild card that bets against. The power of distraction that says “Ah, forget it. We’ll do it tomorrow, nice and fresh”. Again and again and again.

The vast majority of the populace are under this form of suppression that is not only socially sanctioned but expected and very, very few ever question it because the nature of this Game is there are only two seats:

One marked Opponent and the other Victim.

Right away you know exactly where you sit because its quite literally you against the world when you want to make your dreams come true. Even your own people will attempt to dissuade you:

“Why do you want to do that?”. “Don’t be stupid!”. “You’ve already got a good job, why are you talking so foolish?” they say as you confide your plans in them to open a boutique business that you know will be a success because that quiet voice in your chest says “Lets do this!” and you’ve finally heard it and are ready to take the steps required to make it happen. I’m going to let you into a secret:

Most people are already dead by the time they hit Twenty Six. They won’t admit it to themselves as they live an impersonation of an existence which copied just the surface but within there is nothing. The lights are on but there is the passion of a mannequin. If you point this out they’ll deny it with vehemence, which is often the closest they get to feeling as its either raging or nothing. Simply put the act of your spreading your wings and flying reminds them they are the caged bird who sings and the dreams they once felt defined their reason for existence that they pushed deep down into their subconscious when they chose instead to live a life inauthentic on a path well tread by those just as miserable as them.

Like I said, they’d rather die than admit it and very often they’ll clutch to symbols and points of reference outside themselves as markers of their existence and reason for being. Thing is they’re all poor substitutions that are trying to fill the hole in their chest from where their inner child sings “Lets do this!” because they remember full well whilst your Adulterated self is clueless as to the nature of your purpose.

Its why I say that Dual Reality is in full effect because the magicians best trick is convincing them he’s you when in reality you aren’t the voice in your head, the flesh which a mirror reflects or even the thoughts in your head. You are the Witness. The one that sees all this and makes it all happen as the Game plays out inside your awareness. Realizing this is an immense strength. A huge asset because then you quickly realize that the demoralizing parent or hating friend that tries to make it sound like they’re looking out for your best interests by ensuring you’re as miserable and unfulfilled as them is actually the living embodiment of your resistance given form and reflected back to your consciousness to help you deal with it. Let me give you an example:

A girl wanted more than anything else in the world to design clothes for the club. She was really, really good at it as she grew up raving and thus knew first hand what worked and what didn’t. Thing is she had a decent job now and made a good living but within she felt a total sense of emptiness. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m at my wits end” she said. “Why don’t you start it off on the side when not working? Put your money into it and see if its got legs?” I offered. “No, no. I can’t do that, thats half hearted. I need to put my all into this. Did I tell you what she said?” she confided, referring to her parent who was the bane of her existence and whose presence felt like an albatross around her neck. “She said that my problem is that I don’t know how good I’ve got it and when to stop pushing. Like this job is the best I can get, all I’m capable of. It makes me sick to think this and its even harder to admit but, like you said, you only gain enlightenment by stepping into the darkness and this is what sits in the shadows of my Soul”.

She was rocking back and forth as tremors ran through her form because even shaping her mouth to say the words hurt more than she’d admit because her feelings towards the one who gave her life were so incredibly mixed. On the one had she had sacrificed so much from the little she had as a kid in order to let her attend the dance classes she wanted but then on the other she demanded total subservience and was primarily interested in her return on invest, regardless of her childs feelings, talents or skills.

This girl was never meant to work in an office. She did it well because her personality gelled with everyone in her surroundings as she felt like a breeze wafting but her heart was never in it and it was never meant to be a full time thing.

Her bedroom was packed to the gills with fashion stills, designs she’d made and various bits and bobs from a project that went from full tilt to ignored then back on again whilst she was busy handling the business of living. Thats when we met.

I need a miracle. I hear thats what you make happen. Will you help me with this?” she said with eyes rimmed red and a Soul which felt like it had been ran through the mill via her thorough Self examining which bought up pages and pages of journaling in angry red ink that aimed at the source of her problems with both barrels in a way so intense that the rage left her shaking.

She’d became aware of why she liked popping pills, drinking to excess and lived for the weekend from the time she was a teen up to her late twenties and now, two years from the big Three O, she was feeling the walls closing in because it was time to either ish or get off the pot and accept the cards fate had dealt and play them best she can.

“I don’t make anything happen. I simply suggest. Its up to you to take action and examine that resistance. I want you to look at it like this. Imagine your mother is actually the personification all of the limiting beliefs and self loathing you have tucked within your subconscious. She speaks the words that kept your Inner Sense locked up in the dungeon you call your chest. Its why drugs and casual sex gave you that feeling of release and freedom because you rebelled against her without her knowing because you spent your days earning wages, cashing cheques and ticking all the boxes she’d marked out for your existence. A very transactional relationship but nothing unusual because a lot of these contracts are tacit and people get upset when they think we aren’t holding up our end”.

She nodded, taking it all in. “I can see that, it makes sense but how do I deal with it?”. “OK, lets try this” I said taking another chair and placing it opposite. “I want you to imagine your Opponent is sitting in that seat, hell bent on making you her Victim. Go on, speak your idea, your dream, your wish, your concept. Your desire for a clothing business that uses your talents. Say it like you mean it, like I’m not here and its her conversation”.

She did and then, as instructed she switched seats and replied as she expected from her parent. It was interesting watching her body language shift as her shoulders hunched in and her usually full lips became cruel and thin as she sat there, smirking, and said “Thats great, yeah, then we’ll be homeless and penniless. What an idiot I raised. Whatever did I do to deserve this? You’ve got a good job, things are going well. All you need now is a husband and we’re set. Why can’t you see this? Why must you always be such a nuisance?”.

Switching seats I watched her shrink from a confident young woman back to a scared kid that was being chastised for some minor infringement as her voice became quite thin and started stammering. “But, but, but Mum, you don’t get it. Look I’m really good at this. Everyone says I’ve got talent and I should do something with it“.

“Really? Really? You haven’t figured it out yet? They’ll say anything because they think you’re stupid and secretly they want to see you fail so they can laugh when we’re down and out again. I did the best I could to get you where you are and now you want to mess it all up and follow this stupid dream? Oh, I wish I was dead because you’re killing me when you say things like this”.

“I, I, I don’t mean to, Mum. Promise, its just that, just that, I’m not happy where I’m working…”

Thats why its called a job, you silly bish. You think I was happy working back to back shifts and taking all the overtime I could get just to pay for your stupid dancing lessons? And this is how you repay my kindness…”

“OK, lets stop for a minute. Take a breath and a stretch. Walk back to your seat and we’ll try something different” I said. Time passed, a few tears did drip as well as a couple of yelps of anguish and frustration as she railed against the unfairness of the war that raged within and she’d been fighting since back when even though it felt like an uphill struggle that she’d been losing for as long as she could recollect.

“I want you to sit there and ask her about the dreams she had as a kid”.

“What?” the girl replied, startled by the question. “I don’t know the answers to that. I wouldn’t have a clue where to begin and what about….” she said as I raised my hand and requested “Just ask the question with pure intent and do what you just did. Change seats and answer”. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths then suddenly opened them and leaned forward with an intense look and said “Mum, when you were a little girl what did you want to be more than anything?”.

Getting up to make the switch I noticed a difference as her twisted features started softening and her voice became more gentle. “I wanted to be a model. Live the high life, jet set. That kind of thing. This was way before the internet but I really believed I could’ve done it. After all I knew I was something special, even back then”.

“What stopped you?”

Your grandfather. He said models are whores by another name and wouldn’t hear none of it because he was so religious. That didn’t stop me pretending though, I used to put on my best and imagine I was modeling in my bedroom and when we went out proselytizing for the parish I’d always wish someone would spot me and convince him that it was a life worth living. Nobody ever did. Then I got pregnant and after that it was all down hill as your father left me for another woman and, not long after, your grandparents were both dead so you were all I had left.”

“I see, Mum. In a way I never did. Do you think life would be different if he’d encouraged your dreams as a kid instead of shutting them down every chance he had?”

“Are you kidding? By the time I came of age the supermodel era was in full effect. This was way before the net but even then I felt that pang of regret because I knew I could’ve done it, way better than any of them. I’ve always felt like I was put here to do this. That was my calling but…”


“But I didn’t have the strength to go against them as they held my heart in their fist and without their blessing I didn’t even dare take a step”.

“Then why won’t you let me?”

“Because… Because now I kind of get it. A young girl with stupid dreams in her head vs how the world really is when seen through the lens of experience. They just wanted the best for me and did all they can. I’m not mad at them but…”

“Are you sad?”.

“What? Erm, just a little bit. I still do believe I could’ve become one of the major faces on the circuit because I’ve always had a flair for it”.

“And thats why you encouraged me to dance? Even though we couldn’t afford it?”

“Yes, I thought with you I had a chance to live again. Another spin. Do it right this time but you just wanted to go out, dancing. You weren’t interested in making a living of it but bills are in effect. I needed you to realize this which is why I got you that job in the office. Look how well you worked your way up. Can’t you see why I’m stressed that you want to quit? Without that we’ve got no money coming in and all that goodwill you’ve built at the firm will be flushed down the toilet”.

“Well, is there anything we can do which makes us all happy in the end?”

“Look, I only want whats best for you. Even if you don’t see this. This clothing dream sounds good but it doesn’t seem realistic. Why would they buy what you’re selling and not whats in the shops? It doesn’t make any sense and if its so good why do you need my permission to do it?”

“Thats really it isn’t it” she said as she sat there thinking, out loud to herself. “I need your permission because my say so isn’t enough because you’ve always vetoed it. How did I not see this? It makes so much sense”. She started grinning as she leapt up from her chair and began pacing. “Yes, yes, yes. It makes perfect sense. I get it. She is to me resistance against my wish when in reality its just a test to see if I really want it. Well, I do. I do and I’m confident I can make it happen”.

We sketched up a plan based on strict time management after checking the potential market, avenues for expansion and distribution along with cost/benefit analysis and how to start this off as a parallel business in tandem with her current occupation as well a few other sessions dealing with her various resistance Patterns within and other methods of self sabotage which gave her the “All or nothing” talk in her head as a method of distraction and preventing any real traction in making her dreams happen.

The most interesting side effect of this conversation made flesh was when she came home after a sesh and her mother said “Listen, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t you make a dress, give me a list of where they’ll sell so I can handle the business and we’ll see what happens?”.

The moral of the story is this:

There is no outer in this realm. Its all within. You are the source of all of your problems as well as the solution. Your world and your circumstances reflect this. Change what controls you and you will feel a shift.

The above method is ridiculously simple, very effective and won’t cost you a red cent so give it a spin and see what happens because one of the greatest problems in life is we inherit the pain and suffering of our lineage and mistake their energies for our own and carrying them becomes a burden. There are other tools and methods used to assist in the clearance of this presence because you can only create something once you make the space within and this often involves examining the beliefs and attitudes we’ve bee carrying as most are often birthed from good, if misplaced, intent that wants to keep risk and harm to a minimum but dreams don’t manifest like this because you need to take a leap of faith and then keep falling until you realize you’re actually flying.

Spread your wings.

This is what makes life worth living. The other option is just an existence. “Don’t die with your music within” is a viewpoint often shared by those who either have given then Inner Sense full reign and are glad they did or didn’t and kept it caged in the Mind Made Prison and bitterly regret the life they didn’t have the heart to live as they listened to everyones opinion and options beside the little voice within which said “Lets do this!”.

The reason why its so important, so urgent and vital you listen is if you don’t you won’t pass Go, collect Two Hundred Pounds or even find the exit when you meet death because your Soul will say “I want another spin. I didn’t do what we intended to” and then you’ll incarnate again. And again And again. And each time the resistance will keep on piling to make it more and more difficult as this is how coals become diamonds so if you’ve got the opportunity now, seize it. Roll the dice, spin the wheel, place your bet on your Self and see what happens because next time you hear that “Lets do this!” I want you to respond “OK, we will!” and make it happen.

Till we meet again

The Greatest Makeover Begins From Within

The modern world as it stands is like the finest champagne fizz. Ephemeral and entirely bereft of depth, used primarily to signal the presence of something that is lacking to the rest by way of status, reflected prestige and a myriad of coping mechanisms. I’ve often said that the world is half crazed and twice as stupid. The way it stands you’d be hard pressed to deny this as its becoming more and more Self evident. The other side of this proclamation of the state of play is a solution that is simple as it is difficult, far reaching – yet intimate, effortless but oh so powerful. The six words you’re awaiting to free you from this life sentence shall now spring into your awareness:

The greatest makeover begins from within.

Take that principle, apply it to anything and you’ll see how obvious the truth of this perspective is because you can be rolling around chubby with a couple of extra chins you’ve been diligently investing in (in case of famine or maybe you’re enamored with the whole Rubenesque thing) or wasting your talents and potential by choosing to spend days and nights mindless scrolling watching other people living or any number of things from an ever growing list of false solutions. The root cause of this is people are looking for a quick fix. Folks refuse, en masse, to comprehend that their problems came slow and often go the same route. That and they don’t want to change what made them fat, sick or depressed in the first place. This doesn’t stop them chasing abs in five minutes or trying to “get rich quick with this one weird trick“. Even the pseudo spiritual fake a state of non attachment as they pledge to a fellow offering to sell instant enlightenment in nine easy payments. At least this one does what it says on the tin as there is a definite difference in the weight of your wallet after purchasing…

Do you know whats common about most of these things? Apart from being ineffective, that is? Its that those who invest are hopelessly weak (even though they dare not admit it) and even after buying said gadget or method will use it once or twice then throw it in a pile with the rest as they look for the next attempt. The next failed solution. The next foolish investment.

See why I say the greatest makeover begins from within?

Its all mental.

Literally and metaphysically. Change your mind, change your life. But before you can flip the script you must first accept the lay of the land as it is. The wise can take a further step and question how it got like this because there was a time when it when it was better and that devolved to what it is. This is where one can take this bundle of energetics (which seems like a problem but can become a gift) and recycle it. Much like roses produce agreeable odors by feeding upon excrement you can do the same thing as it all springs from being honest with your Self.

I highly recommend keeping a journal. Old fashioned, paper and pen. It activates totally different neural circuits as a form of expression that tapping keys, screens or dictating and it has the added benefit of being “out there” now. This gives it a realness. A tangible presence that often allows one to generate a fresh perspect they didn’t previously imagine as they were carrying around a shadow that blocked their brilliance. Have you ever noticed that when a friend comes round and is filled with dread about a problem you instantly see a solution that cheers them up no end but when the roles are reversed you can’t do that for yourself?

The nature of the mind is like Velcro for the bad and Teflon for the good. It is how it is as the brain is designed to ensure the survival of the flesh and the tale of mankind from now to back when has been all about traumatic inheritance. This, in effect, is what built the world in which we live and it exerts an immense influence that is all but invisible as the man behind the curtain who pulls the strings to manipulate your consciousness.

We are creatures of habit, yes, but we are also reprogrammable. It took a lifetime to make you who you are but its a castle built on sand and this is why it never feels real, you always need something else because then finally, it might just be enough. Well, I’m here to tell it never is. At least not in my experience and those who I have spoken on my adventures which includes the kind of folk people would offer many of their appendages to live the lives they possess. Private jets, top models, power and influence as well as those who sing the kind of hits that get you grooving and are draped in hot fashions with all flavors throwing it at them.

Know what they all said when questioned about the nature of their inner realm? That they’re still searching. That day hasn’t yet come. Even though the outside signals they have all they could want (and they flaunt it as well) the inner is as constant now as it was then. Think about this when you imagine how your life could be different if you had millions because it wouldn’t. Thats the trick. Thats the scam. Thats the allure of the false promise that deceptive liars spin in your awareness as they poisoned your subconscious to make an enemy out of Self as they slipped a mask over your visage and convinced you to invest in the illusion.

All over the world people manufacture proof as they lie to themselves. This is the true epidemic and social media took it to the next level as now we have echo chambers of fakeness designed to lure in the next as people beg for and give away the most important thing in this realm:


The greatest makeover begins from within. Change the way you think and you’ll change the way you live. Drag out your old concepts and preprogrammed click-whirr mechanisms that I call the Thunk Process as its akin to rearranging the same old same old and trying to make something new from it. That isn’t possible. Innerstand what I’ve just said and you’ll leap far ahead of the rest because in times of universal deception being honest with yourself is a powerful thing. Freedom can’t be given by external aspects. It must be taken from within as your Witness is currently being held hostage by a false self that, even now, is denying the truth of what I’ve said and has discouraged you from reading as it knew what was coming.

Oh yes, its a slippery bish. That much is certain. Its also very effective because it has you pretending under the pretense of being it when you aren’t hence, the greatest makeover begins from within.

Next time, instead of reaching for that third helping, indulging yourself in some off beating or primping and preening for a screen via likes from people you’ll never meet stop and question: “Why am I doing this? For what reason? What end?” and then ask it again. And again. And again. Keep going till you get to the crux of the subject and you’ll start hearing answers like: “I just want them to like me”. “They said I’d never be nothing”. “Why did they do that to me? I was just a little kid”.

It can get quite brutal and very harrowing. This is why only 8% of the populace will ever have the guts to take back their internal Kingdom whilst the rest will be glad to live within a fiefdom that sells them the illusion of freedom.

The greatest makeover begins from within.

Change your mind and your life will acquiesce as it all forms around your intent. This is why I say the Game plays out in your awareness as its malleable and a small change within can bring huge shifts without. All it takes is the dedication to stop, listen and examine as the body is always speaking but the mind pretends to be deaf to its calls. The world tells you to run after these external goals as its well versed in breaking Souls into fragments then selling them insurance for an event thats already happened but is repressed from their consciousness. Its a great scam. The best, as its so very old and equally effective.

The gods said “What if we hide their greatest powers high up on a mountain? They’ll never survive the elements to hike so far beyond their level”. “Nay” one replied. “They may be simple now but it won’t always be like this. We should sink it to depths of the ocean where it becomes biologically impossible for them to even examine”. A third chipped in “Even that challenge they will best. It is in their nature to triumph when it comes to external things which is why I propose we hide it someplace else…”. They all turned their heads and listened to her speaking. “What I’m thinking is we hide it within. Behind their fears, dreads and thoughts they simply will not allow themselves to think without generating an immense sense of threat mixed with ambivalence. Instead their investment in the outer realms will become even heavier with this deception as all is equalled by an opposite reaction”.

Leaning back, she grinned as the rest nodded their heads at the dastardly brilliance. “You’re certainly going to make them work for it on this level, yes?” he said, with a look of consternation. “What happens if they all fail?”. “Then we send them back again. And again. And again. Its a test they must pass and class is always in session”. “You know what” another said “That might be the best idea yet because anyone who says this would seem like a madman as their fears would work against them discovering the beauty of their inner realms and we could use this ignorance as a weapon against them because the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victims“.

How radical are you willing to be in order to get free? Don’t you want to re-member how that feels as Inner Sense saturates your presence and you shake off the resistance of old Patterns and with it the resistance that edits your consciousness before sending you off on a quest to chase whats worthless and provides no lasting solutions beyond the distraction.

You already knew this. You may not have admitted it as clearly as this but the thoughts had been bubbling under the surface, calling for your attention as you roll around this planet living a life akin to a numbed callous that exists solely to protect what is delicate and hurting beneath the image you try so hard to project. The lie most would die to protect.

The greatest makeover begins from within.

Once you comprehend this then the Path of Power opens and its walked by putting one foot in front of the next under the guidance of truth as that is the fuel of Inner Sense and when that numbed and deadened skin falls off to reveal the place your power had been hidden you’ll feelsee the same radiance you did back when you were a child that was filled with the spirit of adventuring.

The greatest makeover begins from within. Consider this a nutshell so lets get it cracking.

Till we meet again

The Diceman Cometh

What is the single, most beneficial change you have implemented in your life thus far?

Mine has to be removing emotional vampires from my life. No explanation, no reasoning, no nothing. Done. Walk away. 

Energy flows where the attention goes and some folks are evidently null and void within so will drain you with a grin, like a psychopathic abyss. Once you become aware of the concept and truly grok its significance said people can be seen almost reveling in the process and reeling once you disconnect as they are no longer getting what sustains them. 

Its a Bright and Dark Souls thing. We’ll get into that in a moment. For now its intriguing how they seem to have a “type” that is rife with image building and can often be quite brown nosing to those with any kind of power and quick to attempt the besmirchification of another in order to paint themselves in a better light, often at your expense. In that sense they are similar to playground bullies except they evidently never grew out of this stage and built their entire life around it as a central tenet of their existence. Worse still is the gaslighting and manipulation to ensure you remain present in the role of supply to fulfill their needs and how often you’ll seem crazy if you point out how they roll as they’ve built another face to share with the world whereas you see what is truly within as you’ve witnessed, first hand, their savageness. 

Mine was not as a bad as this but its nice to flesh out the details in case anyone reading is actually living in this situation and hasn’t realized it yet as I recently helped a girl comprehend the true nature of her and her families relationship and why she perpetually felt unfulfilled, drained and unable to put her finger on what was wrong whilst being filled with feelings of shame, blame and (often) feeling half crazed as the world says her folks were wonderful when in reality she was trapped inside a living hell. 

She is currently blooming like a flower and as I said “The nature of the lotus is to float above the filth without letting its beauty be contaminated by it” as an alchemical reframe of her life as it was and how it is in order to become more of herself and less of what people had told her she is.

In many ways these energetic burdens we unconsciously accept without protest at the behest of others who may not truly have our best interests beating in their chests can be seen as the root of most problems and suffering in this. Well, actually its ignorance of this process but thats a chicken and egg thing as its hard to see whats invisible, but you feel nonetheless. Part of the problem is that English as a language is woefully inept when it comes to any meaningful exchange which is internally based as its simply not designed that way. This is a huge part of the puzzle and also a reason why its one of the Eight Traits which we’ll be examining shortly in order to peep the state of play.

Like any former addict will attest “You’ve got to see the problem in order to find a solution”. Ironic that that is what alcohol technically is but thats besides the point because in times of global ignorance Self knowledge is a powerful thing and its what you don’t know about what you don’t know that holds most influence and why I say most people are meat puppets that are unconsciously living out scripts. Don’t believe? Find it insulting?

“I don’t know what came over him!” she said as her friend remarked “He’s a totally different person when he…”. Get the message? The language talks. Do you listen? Maybe thats the change you need to bring. To think different. But in order to do that one must first become aware of default mode of processing. Here’s an interesting little experiment to bring some flex (and quite possibly) smiles to your existence.

Take a dice, sides six. Add in a sheaf of paper and sprinkle liberally with ink, creative inspiration and interesting challenge. Write down six options for the day ahead. A sample list may look like this:

1) I will speak only good things.
2) I will be exceedingly direct with my true intent in all events and circumstances.
3) I will personify all of the traits I hate in another when I meet them.
4) I will be incredibly serious and rigid about anything I witness and share my opinion.
5) I will cancel my planned day and set off somewhere at random and see what happens.
6) I will devote myself to solving a problem I’ve been putting off handling.

Don’t use these. The point is to freewheel and see what happens by giving your Inner Sense as chance to get behind the wheel of your consciousness. This is an exceedingly powerful and flexible method of shaking up old Patterns and, as the girl who broke free said, “I feel like a kid again!” after a particularly vigorous dicing session that marked the beginning of her transcendence and simultaneous awakening to new options. Push the pen before going to bed and then, first thing in the AM after rising, give the dice a roll and see what happens from the list.

Bear in mind you are responsible for all that happens because not only does this Game in its entirety play out inside your awareness (ergo I am just a figment of your imagination, made manifest) but the most vital aspect is that the Path of Power can only be tread by those who are willing to place some skin in the game. What I mean by this is there must be a cost. Something you’ve placed on the table as a bet to motivate your dedication to carrying out the call after giving the dice a spin. Previously folk have started small with relatively tame lists and forfeits akin to offering to do the dishes for a month without grumbling upto donating a percentage of their wages to charity for not fulfilling their end of the bargain.

Whatever it is that is also up to you because dice life is a test of your word to your Self as it swiftly weeds out the real from fakeness and then there is no denying it. A lot of people quickly comprehend exactly what I mean about Slaves living a masked existence.

Give it a spin, if its speaking your language. Or keep on keeping on living a predictable life of quiet desperation that will stay, just how it is, until you’re dead and resting. You know this is the earth they say you’ll inherit, yes? Bet that wasn’t what you expected but then if they say one thing and you assume another you know the details of that equation.

Till we meet again

Leeches, Humours and Feathered Serpents

Once upon a when, if you were to ever find yourself near a hospital bed they would stick up a pipe filled with flowing water up your rear end before they considered any other option. To modern man that might seem strange and backwards because its been phased out a lot and not exactly a hot topic of conversation but the method has been making a comeback on the alternative health circuit with a steadily rising amount of adherents that comment on how great they felt after cleansing from within. Not for nothing is it said that all health starts in the abdomen as its quite literally the engine of our form and laced with its own intelligence I call the Lower Kingdom.

That said, there are things to be considered, like the electrolyte imbalance potential for example, as well as the possibility of perforation for those being to eager to ride the last train out of Harlem but stop for a moment and think:

Imagine if I told you that ye olde time cure of leeches was not only exceedingly effective but actually prescribed on the NHS if you need the skills of a plastic surgeon. Amazing, isn’t it? Maybe in the midst of the bumbling and fumbling of back when they may have actually known a little bit about a little bit in ways we don’t currently consider. Hence, question everything. The answers can be surprising but without them you just accept the narrative and that may not be in your best interests.

Another thing they posited back when was the Humours as they called them. Greek physicians proposed that there were four underlying principles involved in health and they were Blood, Phlegm, Yellow Bile and Black Bile. Their thinking was that these forces combined in man and when in balance one was assured health as they affected not just the flesh but temperament as well. An interesting premise, yes? Lets dive in a for a moment and think:

Blood was formed of the element of air as both are vital in this realm for when it comes to sustaining the vessel thats wrapped around your awareness. This element was linked to being optimistic, balanced and thoughtful. One who was grounded in the present moment and thus ready to handle anything.

Phlegm, on the flip, was linked to water and thus manifested itself as slow and sleepy. Unemotional when imbalanced but serene when even.

Yellow Bile was resonant with fire and handled the aspects of digestion and transformation and should its presence come on too strong we get the stereotypical angry man who is just looking for a reason to trip and break em off a little something something as he vents.

Black Bile was of the earth and thus was linked to the skeleton as this is what forms your base of operations. Should too much of this element be present we’d meet what we would now call a depressive for whom all is tinged in sadness.

Quite an interesting perspective when contrasted to our modern compartmentalized way of thinking that pretty much ignores anything beneath the neck and prefers instead to intercept, deflect or repress signals going to your head. I’ve often commented that this is akin to an engine warning light clicking on in your awareness and you selecting the option to remove the bulb instead of addressing the problem. But thats another topic. One of the most fascinating things about researching this field of the ancients and what they called the Four Temperaments as part of my research into consciousness was the surprising resonance to Traditional Chinese Medicine along with the Vedic perspective as both take an exceedingly holistic view of man, the planet, its herbal gifts and the natures of our inner workings and interactions therein.

In the case of the Indian subcontinent this level of folk wisdom is firmly ingrained upon the consciousness of those born and raised in the environment as families will cook one main dish that is then served with differing accompaniments depending upon the temperament of the one consuming therefore the timid student in need of more intellectual prowess and confidence will have the heat turned up a notch with sugared almonds whereas her angrier older sibling would find more cooling treats like yoghurt and cucumbers as a side dish. The Chinese follow similar principles that Greeks also believed that certain foods are cures whilst others are poisons as it all depends on the person.

The field of TCM offers a fascinating glimpse into the energetic workings of man as due to a lack of TV sets, internet and various distractions back then they spent generations upon generations documenting two things:

The stars and the workings of the human body at the highest levels.

A lot of cultures did this and its why the Egyptians encoded so many lessons in their motifs. Take this for example:

A symbol many take to be “satanic” and run shrieking from a map of whats within them and makes all of this possible, as their inculcated ignorance is afraid they’ll discover wisdom and thus signal and end to its reign over their brain, frame and unfinite Self which is far more than what is taught in schools, seen on screen or any reflective surface that tells you the trends and what you should be thinking.

Not for nothing have I said that fear is a street sign on the way to your strength as its all consciousness in this realm. The question is are you decoding or being encoded? Creating from within with full knowledge of the elements or blindly reacting without a clue of why that is as you live a script another penned from a position of ignorance and low vibration…

Which links wonderfully well to the pineal gland which many cultures venerated as the seat of higher wisdom and I call the Upper Kingdom. Its also very interesting what happens when you seat your presence, the Witness, behind this podium within as its a totally different sense of relating to your flesh and the present moment. The use of symbols like the snake and the bird present in the Uraeus signified mastery over the lower orders of the brain from stem and R Complex upto the Limbic System. The latter is responsible for smell, emotional sensation, long term memory and addictive compulsions and this is why its hard to quit bad habits as they are justified post fact due to the lower aspects of the brain being able to hijack the more modern Pre Frontal Cortex.

Across the world, in a culture seemingly unrelated, we see the same motif with Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent and when one starts getting comparative with what they call myth (but is actually the true history of the planet) as well as spotting these little blips of resonance that pop up time and time again you can’t help but wonder then draw the conclusion that man at the moment is a devolution of what we’ve once been.

Then mankind, as in “Kind of like man, but not” starts to make a lot more sense because a lot of the things we do now under the guise of accepted wisdom are flat out ridiculous. Not to mention how unnatural our way of living is and how this is speeding up as we head toward a seemingly inevitable interbreeding with silicon to become a hybrid species quite quick when the second bite of the apple of your eye reveals why Siri was always “Iris” all along, but flipped.

Hidden in plain sight, but only for those with the eyes to see…

They say those that don’t study history are doomed to repeat it and to me it seems like time is a flat circle that just keeps on reiterating and manifesting the default state of programming until we, as a collective, marshal the unfinite resources within to create a spiral because that is when things can, and will, get very interesting as our vessels are capable of far more than they tell and some things are nigh on miraculous. Consider this:

Rub your palms together with a brisk temperament until they are warm and tingling then draw then apart and together without touching and you’ll become aware of a magnetic sensation that repels the middle of your palms. Its quite palpable and the stronger this is the greater your energetic reserves within and this links back to what I said about the organs actually being batteries and repositories of emotional information in our private missives. Whilst poking around on the web I found an interesting proof of this concept as evidenced in the theory of cellular memory as people have often commented about taking on the traits of those who used to sport the heart that now beats in their chest:

A New England lady found herself craving a beer and foods like McNuggets she’d never wanted near her lips before the transplant but now couldn’t get enough of them. This wasn’t the end of the strangeness as lying in bed her awareness would drift beyond this realm and in her dreams she saw a young man who was named Tim L. Doing some investigation she found he’d died in a motorcycle accident the same day as her transplant and all this occurred on his way back from a trip to the fast food merchant to purchase… Yep, you guessed it.

There are countess examples like this and some of them are very dramatic but I dropped this one just to illustrate that things are far more complex within than we currently give credit and when we delve into the steps to feelsee your inner realms and release stored emotions from your organs it will all make more sense as its so visceral and direct.

Whatever the true history of this planet is I’d be willing to bet its a heck of a lot more powerful and vibrant than what we’ve been lead to believe as the various, immense edifices you see dotting the world were not the works of aliens as you’ll see on flashy shows flaunting a wacky hypothesis on your TV set but us. Our ancestors. They were to us something akin to super-men, in comparison, and it all came down to their programming and resonance as they saw the same Earth, the same universe and existence but their view was very, very different.

I’ve often said that there are three ways of living and one is that of a microscope which perceives a lot of detail at the expense of the bigger pic and modern life attests to this mode of being as we have specialists upon specialists in various fields all straining in separate directions and no one yet has wove together their disparate threads into a coherent, internally consistent narrative. He who does and presents the big pic from a telescopic perspective whilst being Centered in Self shall hear the unbalanced masses run shrieking from the message into a new dark age of (artificially illumined but altogether quite) blissful ignorance as the truth of their situation is most unpleasant.

The Game of Souls has many levels and we are currently witnessing a shift from the old order of the ages to the new and, just like always, it is chaos that will pave the way to a new kind of orderliness and, once upon a when, they’ll look back at this age and our thinking and view it as ridiculous. That is if it hasn’t been edited, trimmed or suppressed from their consciousness as they see themselves kings of the hill without an inkling of what we lived and witnessed as it turned to rubble once the poles flipped to signal the end of a level as the new jacks inserted their own credits and were keen to progress. Who thinks about losing when you’re winning?

Question everything.

What I’m saying is that option is still present. It never left so why not use your time on the planet to get to know your Self as modern man is filled with frivolous details about him, her and them but knows very little about their own potential, inner realms, the energetics of being and implications of stepping into this realm, wearing flesh and enjoying the thrills and spills this celestial fun fair brings until their number is called in and they queue up for another ticket to do it all again.

Yes, it most certainly is interesting, don’t you think? We’ve touched upon a few things in this missive that will be examined in depth as we progress because each time I push the pen I become aware of what comes next in the thread I’m sharing as I’ve learned you can’t force one to disconnect from socially sanctioned madness until they themselves have decided to question the narrative about their existence and drew some conclusions that don’t match the small print of the big book of life which says “This is how it is”.

Is it? Is it really? Or do you mean “This is how it is… now, but it wasn’t always”.

Interesting how they say the loud part loud and whisper the rest and yet, when seen from the perspect that all Warriors possess, nothing is hidden. Its right there, in front of your eyelids. All you’ve got to do is open them.

Till we meet again

Question Everything

If you take a moment to look at yourself and honestly perceive, you’ll quickly realize that you are far more like other people and much less unique than you like to think you are. A lot of your broad concepts, ideals and beliefs are shared by your peers, especially those of similar age from similar social spheres.

Just as we are the current embodied of an unbroken ancestral chain that goes back through your parents to their and into the winds of time everything is connected in ways currently unimagined.

Now this style of thought we often protect with our lives. Know why? Because it is our life. It creates the frame for us to paint inside, hence no man is an island as under the surface the land mass is unified. This brings benefits but liabilities also rise because at some point we stop thinking and Thunk takes over our lives.

But running through all of this, ever present, ever wise, always willing to learn is that Inner Sense inside that never left, is often ignored and quietly sits to the side as your Adulterated self is taken for a ride.

This is the part of you I’m talking to now and this is the part thats wise as it sees through the fabrications, grand designs and lies that pollute so many minds with the illusion of knowledge aka the current flavor of ignorance in at the time, socially sanctioned schemes and wholesale manufactured then retail sold dreams that are closer to nightmares to those living within their grips without ever questioning why they accept life as they said whilst constantly drawing the short end of the stick.

Just as we, collectively, look back at the Victorian era with blood letting and leeches as a sign of their individual stupidity and thus our intelligence so will your descendants view your life:

“Look at those idiots cutting off various bits and blaming cancer for it when in reality it was themselves and their denial of emotional states that coalesced in a higher realm and manifested as the pain”. “I know, can you believe they actually believed there would be no detrimental side effects from bypassing the natural layers of protection and immunity by injecting contaminants laced with bad intent into their blood streams under duress and immense stress? The people who did so laughed at them for their ignorance in the midst of suffering and most still missed it. May they rest in pieces as it was an intelligence test and they failed it”.

Before we get too advanced just consider:

There is a path that spirals as it ascends so each lap is harder than the last but it also has its own benefits for those able and willing to take the steps as it offers a perspective that makes everything make sense because you’re willing to drive beyond your limits. Much like a large curve can appear straight if one looks just right the point of ascension or escape route isn’t available at each step as making the first shift is what drives the feeling of “Whats next?” that propels one to live at their edge and this requires a degree of fearlessness because most prefer the huddle and the comfort it brings as everyone sits there, a place of no effort.

Its with this in mind that I say what I say because you are way more than you think you are, and you feel this anyway. You’ve felt this life is a waste, sure its got some moments that are great but there is something that just evades your awareness and grasp that could change it all into something else. But only if you’re willing to question everything and challenge your assumptions to see if they’re valid or if you’re being made a rear end that labors under the weight of collective ignorance. “I’m doing my bit!” says the mule, sweating and dreaming of the eventual carrot they’ve been promised whilst getting whipped to within an inch of its sense by various cruel Slave/Masters doing their thing.

Some people call it fame, acclaim, status and these external things. Its none of them because plenty have reached dizzying heights only to feel the same:

That they failed. They’re not enough. Something is missing.

Thats the Game.

The trick to the trick is realizing the trick and then it becomes, in an instant, the strength you didn’t know you possessed because it was, up until then, being used to oppress you, your mind, your Self and these are three totally separate things.

They say Eskimos have many words for snow. This is a perfect example of granularity as the finer you go the more there is to be seen whereas for those raised by screens that they worship daily such insight isn’t seen as they are led to believe an engineered scene reflects reality when it honestly does no such thing. Wonder why movies come on a reel even though they’re fake? Realize reel lies with your real eyes.

Now you’re starting to think my friend. Feels different to Thunk, eh? Notice how the former always offered predictable chunks of what you already know, just mildly rearranged every now and then, under the pretense of thinking when its no such thing. Get it? Know such thing. Heh. The Devilish language with its rites and spells… The triple cross. As promised. Or “forked tongue” as the natives opined before being slaughtered in the name of compassion and benevolence. Dots connecting yet?

Like I said you were born spectacular and can be once again if you’re willing to inspect the mediocrity life placed into vital areas of your head, body and mind that you then accepted without thinking because this resistance in and of itself drops the charge within and freeing up the current that runs through yourself as an electromagnetic being should be the number one priority of anyone who draws breath because when you spiral out then you’ll see what I say makes perfect sense as the seeming old solidity of what you used to Thunk back then is revealed to be as real as a Hollywood stage set as there is very little depth beyond the front it projects and therein lies the key to wisdom:

Question everything.

After all is that what you did, once upon a when, as a child? Isn’t that proof of what I’ve said about your natural state and skills that have been suppressed, trained and disconnected via a process called Adulteration which leaves you a literal shadow of your former Self as your innate glow dims and you clutch at pointless things as “The way it is” when all you’ve know is pain, discomfort and suffering. Of course 81% of the populace will deny this as they are so invested in the narrative and to question it seems like an insult to their intelligence as they roamed into Rome and now believe themselves to be citizens of state when in reality they are captives whose awareness is being held hostage using very slick tricks in a con that is old as the empire itself.

And yet, one is born every minute and what happens next? Their parents hand them over to the same System that did this to them and tell them the same lies they heard then grin as they parrot them back as a mark of progress when its actually regression. None of this is new. You knew this as you’ve seen it happen in front of your eyelids. Thing is there is no option in the lexicon of Thunk to express this as its first instinct is to preserve itself, the enemy in your head that is pretending to be you at this moment and sweating bullets at the thought of this message as your child within is jumping with joy at finally being addressed after years and years of active suppression.

The Game is about to get very interesting as I’ve crawled out of the dirt, wiped my shirt and found my presence immaculate and am going to share not just what I’ve seen of this reality show called Earth but the tools and ways to do it because they’re not found on any curriculum or syllabus you’ve ever seen that was mandated by the System but, yet and still, they are entirely natural as they’re written in the language of Inner Sense which runs on intuition and feeling hence why babies cry in the presence of Dark Souls, no matter how much they’re cooing and grinning as their still pure presence senses the Opponent within which is feasting on its hosts awareness.

None of this is what you think because you don’t. You’ve been conned into Thunking. Just like most confuse wealth with paper slips and fulfillment with achievement when the truth is far different but must be felt to believe it as then the difference is Self evident.

Till we meet again