The Spiritual Immune System

Have you ever walked into a place and felt a spiders web on your face then reached up and found nothing there? Most just brush it off and keep on trekking but a few stop to examine the oddness of the sensation, how real it felt and yet, in the flesh, there was naught present. How about an odd feeling that creeps like a chill into the depths of your being? This can often be accompanied by the sense of being stared at as you glimpse in the direction of, once again, nothing physical. And yet, for a moment, you are certain, deep down within that you are not alone. We could add onto this list the curious blip that every single child, no matter their race, religion, socioeconomic status or anything else you wish to add in imperiences the monsters under their bed effect that most parents tell them is in their head and send them back to bed after a cursory inspection.

If one were to check the childs vitals at that point you’d note their heartbeat is thundering, adrenaline flows through their system and their mindbody is on full alert due to the threat they’re facing. All of these things are linked with an effect I’ve termed predatory spirituality and its plain to see to one who perceives innocently that these forces have humanity in their grip thanks to generations of manipulation and countless other things. Let me introduce you to the concept of a Spiritual Immune System:

Lets pretend you are thinking of buying a new home. You look through the lists, find what you’re seeking and arrange a viewing. At this point the versions of you split. One drops in to where the seller has just baked a cake, offers you a slice and a drink as you take it all in and think “This is nice” before placing signing your name in ink and proceeding to move in. The other decides, on a whim, to borrow a friends baby and take her on a day trip. You pick her up, she is cooing and grinning as she knows you well and you’ve often been present since she stepped into the realm. You grab the bits and pieces, strap her in the baby seat and make your way to the viewing where a strange thing happens. The child bursts into tears the moment you step in. Not just a small whimper of complaint but full on bawling in rage. You try to shush her as you look around the place, decline the cake and say “Look, I’ll have to come back another day. I don’t know whats gotten into her as she usually isn’t this way”.

You walk back to the car, strap her in and by the time you get to the drivers seat the baby is smiling again.

What happened?

That, my friend, is the Spiritual Immune System in full effect. You can think of this as akin to an energetic envelope that covers the physical. Its why pregnant women glow and babies shine the moment they drop in. This is the first vector of attack via these spiritual demons that were once of this realm but now set adrift with no connection and thus they start feeding on any prey it can. The astute reader may examine that last spell and think “Wait a minute, pray is also a homonym!“. They would be correct. More on this as we progress. This Spiritual Immune System is often totally consumed from all children by the time they hit age five or sex. By then they are well adjusted to our collective sickness and can’t wait to fit in with the rest on the psychosocial treadmill that has been built to serve other ends than most suspect from their sojourn in the flesh.

You drop the baby back off with your friend and tell her what happened. She nods her head, rushes off the bathroom then thoroughly showers her seed before drying her and massaging her skin with oils which makes her relax and drift into a deep rest as she lights some incense near her crib. You look on and ask the meaning. She tells you of an old legend that was passed down by her people:

“Babies sense way more than the Adulterated because they are still connected to the Prime and totally resonant as they are not contaminated by the wickedness of this realm“. You nod your head, taking it all in and privately wonder about your friend who seemed so regular and logical until she started mentioning these odd things. She continues:

“We step into the world, perfect. Exactly as intended. After this we become corrupted and its mainly due to the parents as one who is born of ignorance surely learns the same, yes? Don’t buy that house. Things won’t go well. No matter how it seems on the surface she just did you a solid with the wailing as there energies present in that environment that will seep into your marriage and ruin everything“. You laugh and say “I never had you pegged as someone who is so backwards and superstitious. Why do you believe something that sounds so ridiculous? I like the house, its perfect. Just where I wanted and the price is terrific. But, go on, you’ve got my interest so please tell me more about your perspective“. Your friend nods her head and says:

“Most of the world is incapable of seeing the lay of the land how it is. This is due to the steady erosion of their Spiritual Immune System and the effects upon their awareness are most tragic. All around us, in every space, are all kinds of creatures and features most dare not imagine. Just because you close your eyes doesn’t mean the outside vanishes, does it? This is the same thing. Look at this”. She draws your attention over to a lemon hung above her entrance and then to the rack where you placed your shoes. “Do you know what that is?”. You shake your head. “This is a sanctified environment. Thats why outside energetics as repped by the shoes you walk in are not welcome within and the lemon – don’t ask for details, its a bit weird but makes sense – is like a beacon for these presences that we call Negs”. “Negs?” you repeat, intrigued, because whatever she says she obviously believes and this is an intelligent career woman who is not only happy and healthy but exceedingly lucky as well as she always seem to be in the place thats correct and often calls just when needed which is why you’ve often called her your own personal angel.

“Imagine you came here to visit and then, just after you left, you forgot where you were headed. You walk around for a bit and then you no longer remember I’m your friend, where I live or anything else. You’re just wandering around, aimless. Stranger still people no longer respond when you call them. They act like you’re invisible. Time passes, you can’t tell how long, and you get used to this new way of being. You haven’t ate for ages. You are starving but can’t taste a thing because whatever you pick slips from your grip before it gets to your lips and is tasted. What happens next?”.

You have no idea where this is going but are intrigued so think for a bit about what she said. “I don’t know. I really can’t imagine being in that type of situation because it doesn’t make any sense. What is the meaning behind this tale? Whats the main message?“. Your friend replies:

“That is what happens to most who step into the land of the dead. See, in the above example, the you that came here to visit is your earthbound identity and consciousness. Its part and parcel of wearing the skin. An Earthday Suit is what we call it in my tradition”. You start laughing at the wit and wonder what else about your friend you thought you knew so well had been carefully hidden from the public. Sensing your amusement and wishing to put you at ease she says “Look at these drinks. You’ve got a black coffee and I’m sipping ginger tea. The cups are identical, the water we poured in the same and yet the extra additions are what makes the taste, yes?”. You follow her logic and nod your head as you take a sip, wondering where all this is going. “Thats your identity. Just like the coffee bean knows its history from when it was planted, picked, processed and packaged the ginger has a tale that is different. And yet both spring from Earth, correct?”.

“OK, that makes sense“.

“Well, in that example the flavors are the stories of personality we tell ourselves in our heads. They, like the bean and root, are based on what we’ve seen and been in the flesh. That itself is repped by the cup but, here is where it gets interesting, the water is identical. That is who we truly are in and beyond this realm but its buried underneath all the stuff we throw in and taste. Most people dare not get this deep. They think they’re the cup, thats it. To them if they’re drinking coffee then thats the only liquid thats present (or even acceptable) in the rest. Thats how invested they are in the tale in their head that is based on nothing but programming. They look around at this realm that presents in Three D and believe what is said by those who came before them. Now, my baby, on the other hand has so much of this divine liquid in her presence that it cannot be contained by the cup of her tiny flesh at the moment. That excess is what we call the Spiritual Immune System and when she picks up some other type of presence that may not be visible it best you listen because her glow is still full and shining whereas yours is Adulterated”.

“Adulterated?” you repeat. “You’ve said that before previously. What does that mean?”. Your friend leans back and sighs before taking a sip and thinking. She replies:

“If I asked you to remember how it felt as a child you’d know exactly what I mean but would never be able to express the difference accurately, yes? Thats Adulteration. Its a state that grips over 81% of the planet in its iron first thats draped in silk that creates a Mind Made Prison inside their head where a broken down and fragmented version of them lives. I know this can sound a bit intense but its really easy to test because if I were to say the main difference between then and now is the fact you once possessed an immense sense of curiosity, a limitless fountain of energy, endless creativity and your default state of being was happy and content you would nod your head, yes?”.

You do exactly this. Quietly, deep within, you become aware of something you’d previously never noticed. Its like the embers of an aspect that long ago dimmed have been blown upon with fresh winds and are, once again, glowing.

“Where did that go? Why did it vanish? Better yet why does no one seem to care or notice this happened? Why? Because they no longer possess a Spiritual Immune System and are, in effect, possessed”.

You laugh so hard that coffee comes out of your nostrils. Up until that point you were content to go along with what she said as this woman is a close friend but this side of her you’d never seen just strikes you as ridiculous when compared to the young professional you know so well. “Forgive me. I don’t mean to be rude” you say whilst spluttering. “Possessed? You know how backwards that seems? Why on Earth would you believe such things that are so primitive compared to the world in which we live?“. She nods and says:

“I agree. It certainly can appear rudimentary to one who is unaware of the true nature of all of this and its why I never mentioned it before because its a viewpoint that runs quite counter to what modern people choose to invest in. Going back to the example of hungry ghost version of you that came, left and forget the rest. That is what happens to many after death as they haven’t, whilst living, done the Knowledge which involves questioning the beverage, the cup and contents in order to get back to the pure essence of the water which is how they came in and all that can exit”.

You feel a spark shoot up your spine. Something within certainly shifts. That glowing ember starts shining and you sense a familiar newness at this presence. Your friend notices and says:

“That Inner Sense. Its just sparked up again and its why I shared this message because I knew you were capable of decoding it and applying the wisdom that comes from Self Knowledge. That is the antidote to Adulteration, the socially accepted sickness to which most are well adjusted and thus never question in life or death and that leads to the hungry ghost thing as they are stuck beyond realms and thus feed on the living. People call them ghosts or demons, whatever they will. There are varieties but most are simply humans that lived and died in ignorance of their true potential. Imagine, using the coffee example, you wanted to go on a trip and as you get to the check in desk they ask for your ticket and you hand them an image of expresso and say “Yep, I’m this. Lets get rolling on this vacation, its been a long time coming!”. What happens next?”.

“Well, I guess this talking coffee would go on holiday, enjoy what happens and then come back from its break?”.

“How can they if the check in desk has a picture of them and it looks like the pure waters of Inner Sense? After all, thats what came in and that is all that can exit at the end because the rest is earthbound content that is solely of this realm”.

It feels like thunder and lightning are going off within. You feel a steady grip of anxiety place its hands around your neck and it seems like you’re being choked from within. Your friend notices and hands you a little cushion and tells you to smell. You do and the hit of fresh lavender essence calms your nervous system. “What were you thinking?”.

“You won’t believe it but I just had a flashback that felt super vivid. It was me, back when, in bed, feeling frightened as something came and sat on my chest and was trying to strangle me to death. I can’t believe it. I’d never thought about this for ages. Matter of fact I’d totally forgotten it but now its totally vivid and real just like its all happening again”. You draw deep from the bag and feel yourself easing back into the moment. The light within is glowing, once again. You can’t quite put your finger on it but know that things will never be the same again.

“See what I mean about Inner Sense and Adulteration?” says your friend. No longer are you a Thomas of the doubting persuasion as its Self evident that something happened, back when, that you never fully digested. You sit there quietly for a moment as your brain starts presenting events and things you’d long forgotten. Your sense of identity as the cup and coffee therein is now more centered around the liquid itself which is the true essential and it clicks that far from being simple and primitive what your friend is sharing is not only correct and valid but exceedingly complex and subtle. You say out loud:

“No wonder so many people miss this. How do you know this stuff then?“. She grins and leans in:

“I have a friend who is in but not of this realm. These are his concepts. A long time before we met I had huge problems going to bed. Insomnia times ten on steroids is how it felt. I’d tried everything. All the pills, potions and therapists. Nothing worked. I was literally scared to death of dozing and it made no sense at all because, on the outside, my life seemed perfect. Anyway, somehow this guy appeared at just the right time and said “If you’re going as fancy dress and doing your best panda impression you’re sure to impress the judges as they’ll award you ten out of ten for those eye rings you’re sporting“. I felt like slapping him because it was so insensitive but then a part of me said “Wait a minute, do I know him?”. Before I could say a thing he added “I want you to point the head of your bed toward the north as you rest. Before you sleep take a long bath filled with Epsom Salts and pure lavender essence thrown in with no electric lights present, just candles. As you lay there I’d like you to pretend that the pores of your skin are opening and releasing into the liquid all that isn’t aligned with the Prime as you call back in all that is you, in essence. Try that, see what happens, then we’ll connect” he said as he handed me a card and walked off into the distance”. “It was this” she says, as she hands you the strangers details.

You look at the narrow rectangle which says “willhelp.me will help you” with some digits and link written. “What happened next?” you ask, intrigued by this turn of events.

“Well, I had nothing left to lose really and something within told me to try it. Besides, the bits and bobs he said made sense and there wasn’t really anything new besides their combination so I thought “What the heck!”. I went and bought what he suggested, said “Here goes nothing” as I lit my candles and sank into a bath I’d filled with salts and scenting as directed. It felt wonderful. Really it did. Words simply cannot capture the immense ease and relaxation that came from drifting off like this. The subtle glow from the candles, the smell of the essence and the feeling of melting all of this crap from within that I didn’t even know I’d been carrying. Eventually I got out, slid into bed and had the best nights rest I’d ever had for ages. I rose the next day and felt like a different person. No, that isn’t accurate. I felt more like my Self (with a capital S). After that I just had to know what he did, how he knew what to say and why he chose to help a stranger like he did with his cryptic suggestions that offered solutions to a problem he could see plain as day before going on his way”.

“Man, thats so weird. And yet it makes sense as well. I can see why you’d kept this hidden. So what happened next? Did the insomnia come back again or had you found a solution?”.

“Girl, that was just the beginning of it. Remember the coffee and ginger tale I previously mentioned? Well, he spoke on that at our next meeting when I was trying to make sense of what he did and how it worked so well when nothing else the specialists had recommend even made a dent when it came to bed. I’m telling you, I was beginning to wish for death because its a horrible, horrible feeling not being able to get a bit of rest. He said that those who live and die without looking within know not they are the liquid and thus can’t get past the exit which only lets the pure water of Inner Sense exit as that is what stepped in. The rest is pure delusion. Earthbound concepts that create their own illusion in your head. Because these lost Souls are stuck in a place that doesn’t exist and they can’t tell if they’re alive or dead they need to keep feeding or face another death again so they move on instinct. They realized that the waters they covet are free flowing in babies and infants and some get their fill by amusing them by interacting. To the kid its just a cloud of energetics that they find quite amusing. Others prefer the hit that pure fear brings as that crying and screaming they do to signal the presence of these demons generates a huge chunk of voltage that keeps them well fed”.

You spine starts juddering as more memories you’d suppressed start racing to the surface to corroborate this perspective because it all makes sense now, when you think, about the invisible threat you felt in bed, back when, but could never point at something solid and says “There! Thats the problem” as your parents tucked you in and said it was all in your head. “So thats what the baby noticed in the place we just left?”. Your friend nods her head.

“Yes, thats why I cleansed her quick to wash off whatever had made her react like this because something obviously attempted to link or feed on her energetics which is why she started wailing for your attention to move some place else in an instant”.

“That makes so much sense. I did wonder why she was so happy when she was back in the car again. Thinking about it now, she was gripping her little toy as well that you’d filled with lavender essence as she was grinning”.

“Thats my little princess, powered by pure intuition. Lavender is something that is so powerful when it comes to balancing the Limbic System in the brain. Did you know that you can prevent an epileptic seizure with a good sniff and a little massage as well?”. You shake your head and reflect that what, a few minutes ago, seemed like primitive mumbo jumbo coming from one you always felt was too modern and intelligent to believe such things actually makes a load of sense as there is obviously a lot of thought thats went in and, best of all, the results speak for themselves and can be tested.

“A shower is source of negative ions. These creatures of coffee land that are neither alive nor dead are what he calls Negs and their presence makes them exit as they can’t stand the resonance that feels like grounding. The massage that I did was to reset her bodily energetics and ensure the optimal function of her Spiritual Immune System followed by the incense that was lit to drive out anything that may still be lingering because these Negs are quite subtle, in that respect, and thus the solutions address them via the elements and the use of nature and intuition as well”.

“That is absolutely fascinating. I don’t think I’ll buy that place then. I’ll look somewhere else because now that I think about it there is a part of me within that wasn’t exactly comfortable either because it felt she was laying it on thick with the hard sell as well because that place should’ve been snapped up quick as it a great price in an amazing location”.

“She noticed the same. A babies sensitivity is exquisite because of this energetic immune system that extends way beyond their frame. This is what the Negs start eating, real quick, in order to sustain themselves and its why childrens glows dim as they transition from Inner Sense to Adulteration which places realization of this off limits because these predatory spirits don’t want their food source interrupted”.

You sit there, taking it in. By far this is the craziest yet sanest explanation you’ve ever heard about this realm as it ticks loads of little boxes you’d long since been ignoring as you focus was on the most basic elements like how to get ahead, strike it rich and meet Mr Perfect. “Still waters run deep” you say to your friend who just smiles, quietly. “When were you going to tell me about all of this” you ask, thinking about how different life might’ve been if your friend didn’t ask you to babysit that AM.

“It isn’t a case of me telling. Its about you being ready to listen. Without these events happening where you saw an obvious difference with your own clear vision there is no way you’d have paid any mind to these wild ramblings, correct?”. You nod your head. “Well, its the same thing the insomnia I mentioned that swiftly vanished when I tried his imperiment and shifted some variables to change the outcome expected”.

“Imperiment?” you question.

“Yeah. He’s big on words. Calls them “Spells” and they are because they define your inner realms. Look at the shape of your lips when you say “Ex” anything. Tongue pressed on the roof, mouth wide open, energetics are leaving, yes? Now see what happens with “Im”. It is far more centered within and much more resonant. Just at that moment the pair of you hear a yawn and “Mama?” coming from the babies crib and it all makes sense why this is the first word on all childrens lips when they start communicating”. You start strolling over with your friend to pick up this refreshed bundle of joy whose Spiritual Immune System is functioning so well that she just saved you from countless problems you’d never have noticed yourself without her presence. “Who is this guy then? How do I meet him?”. She says:

“You don’t. He appears when you’re ready, hence willhelp.me. As you can tell it does what it says on the tin. I’ll warn you now he’s quite intense and has a totally different perspective on pretty much anything but the most amazing thing is its all imperiments. “Put me to the test. Take what works, leave the rest and see what happens when you realize consciousness isn’t created by your head nor ends at your flesh but is actually your ticket in and out of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits” is what he says and I’ve got to say it makes a load of sense because I’m happier than I’ve ever been because I’m Centered in Self”.

“What does that mean?” you say whilst pondering the implications of reality being an illusion because it seems so solid and thats quite confusing when contrasted with what you’ve just seen, been and felt inside your awareness during the course of the conversation.

“Basically this” she says, picking up her baby and lifting her up above her head as she grins, happily. “She’s Centered in Self, beautifully. The Path of Power is what he calls it and basically its about unlearning all thats happened between now and then in order to realize you aren’t the cup or the Adulteration and oh so believable flavor it brings as part of the deception but actually are the pure waters of Inner Sense that initially stepped in to this realm. Look its something you’ve really got to feel to believe. Its a totally different cosmology and only 8% of the world are able to hear it. The rest are too Adulterated from the contamination of these Negs which are actually responsible for the voice in your head thats constantly changing its demands and whims whilst generally making you feel awful. Thats one of the chief symptoms and signs of not being Centered in Self because nature abhors a vacuum so if these Negs can scare you out from within then they just move in and take over the whole thing as they feed from now till the end. Most people simply don’t know what hit them and the world as it is groans under sustaining the presence of these negative energies. The fact you once were glowing with a fully functioning Spiritual Immune System is all the proof you need really and doing the Knowledge is the key on how to get free“.

“I see” you say and feel that things will never be the same again as something that had been lulled to sleep within is rising in your consciousness as you know you’ll never look at a drink without thinking at depth about the true meaning of whats presenting beyond what you previously accepted as common knowledge. She hands you the baby who squeals with delight as her eyes shine pure radiance and coherence that pours from her presence. You know, full well, that you are in the presence of well functioning Spiritual Immune System, in this moment and turn to your friend who is walking to the kitchen to top up your drinks as she says:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

Till we meet again

The Subtle Art of Letting Go

One of the most important tools in my arsenal for Self actualization and the liberation of human potential is the Subtle Art of Letting Go. It does exactly what it says on the tin in that it allows you to get a handle on your emotions, whether negative or positive, and let them go to return to a natural state of being Centered in Self. Now you may be wondering “Why on Earth would I want to let go of feeling good?” and there is a great reason for this that will become quite evident as you practice because whilst one extreme feels nice and the other isn’t the middle is totally consistent and leads one in the best direction.

See, in the heat of excitement you tend to make decisions like its a midsummer that never ends only to find that you turn around and its minus fifteen degrees windchill and you’re wearing shorts and sandals as life hands you a bill for your past decisions. Being Centered prevents this and along the way it opens up a higher octave of awareness that facilitates a state of resonance across all aspects and realms you exist within and its the smoothest way to realize you are a multidimensional being currently having a human imperience.

But thats all by the by and to come as and when because a load of people I’ve recommended this to have enjoyed the basic process as a way of releasing earthbound problems without a care or thought about the rest as they’re too busy enjoying lives that are now free of stress thanks to them exercising an option and skills they didn’t know were available or standard equipment of their carbon based vessel that houses their awareness for the moment. It works like this:

Thoughts are things and even if you can’t see them you can certainly feel them weighing down on your awareness. Via a simple process of Self enquiry you direct your attention within and sense the presence of what you’re feeling. Tap into the sensation and location then make a proclamation. What is its size? Color? Texture etc… Name it to claim it and then ask if you can release it by stating “Could I let this go?” and feelsee what happens within. You’ll either spot some resistance that wants to grip or a part that says “Oh, hell yes! Lets drop this, quick!”.

Thats it.

If you get a yay then state “I am releasing <name>” and exhale its traits until your state doth change. If a negative kicks then ask if you can let go of the resistance to dropping it. Repeat till nil. The process is simple, its effects profound and range unfinite as you can apply it to quite literally anything. Think of it as energetic spring cleaning because if peoples thought processes were audible we’d live in a world of clanging noises and interference. Actually, the world is just like that but we pretend not to hear it even though the actions speak loud and clear and its mainly due to these energetic burdens we’re carrying and didn’t realize we could drop quick because the wisdom was erased and tortured out of mass consciousness by those back when who are Slave/Masters of the populace and wanted to keep the natural power for themselves as it allowed a greater locus of control when people are ignorant of their own energy systems and how to regulate them.

As we proceed you’ll come to see that your Earthday Suit is capable of a lot more than you suspect or have been led to believe as there are certain things that truly feel like alchemy as they shift what was base into the golden you’ve been craving. Someone once learned this method and then dedicated every risen moment to letting go of each thing that came into his head and didn’t set foot outside for anything non essential and felt like a changed man. Another transcended their depression real quick by facing the true cause of it as revealed in dream images since starting the process. A busy lady working two jobs and raising three kids no longer snaps at them as she lets go of her day on the drive home from the office and thus steps in refreshed.

There really are no limits to how you use it. Some see the potential for a tool of spiritual evolution in order to let go of all that prevents union and coherence with their divine point of origin and dedicate themselves to this end with each breath. Others use it here and then when needed in order to find a less destructive and more permanent method for relieving stress and bickering couples that often lament “She/he never listens!” have commented that since they implemented the method they’ve stopped arguing. The list doesn’t end and many people have got back to me with their own applications and insights gained as well because its so powerful and effective and this is my gift to you via willhelp.me as its what is needed so desperately in this world at this moment.

So take some time, get to know your Self and let me know if you’d like me to drop a guided process that I use with my clients that helps them Know the Ledge. Before that, read some of the links for more depths as its better for you to formulate your own map of inner realms rather than merely following an A to Z as its your body language.

The Subtle Art of Letting Go in practice as well as theory is a fascinating thing for it proves, super quick, the universe is mental and your role, therein…

Till we meet again

The Judas Program

Probably the second greatest Slave/Master to have ever lived would be the dude you know as Judas Iscariot. Now, recollect, I am not a Christian in any sense but I do pay attention to what the masses accept and tacitly sign on the X as that is what the simulation will bring into view. Whether you accept this tale as literal truth, a way to control you or fairy tales for those in need of outer strength or anything else is, for this discussion, irrelevant. How can I say this? Simple, it is, at its essence, a story. As are you, my friend. We are machines of tale creation as that is what the few pounds of fat in your head does best as it takes situations, emotions and events then strings them together into a narrative. Ignorance of this (and, worse, accepting it as the all of everything) means one can be easily exploited and pimped by those at the helm but that is another topic. Once it clicks that you’re actually the ghost in the shell and an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing then you can easily flip the script but lets get back to the Judas Program:

“Who the hell does he think he is to come to this realm against our wish? Know he not that we run this bish and can gut him like a fish? Heh, I like that. If he intends to take the piss, lets make him piscine, yes? That should put him in his element. Right, here is what we’re gonna do. Jude, you do what you do best” he said to one rubbing his not yet material palms in anticipation of what he’ll get for a job done well. “He needs twelve to pull this script, you’re going to be one of them. Either he’ll spot you or he won’t, that much is irrelevant, because we’ll make it so you’re a vital component to all of this. Derail him at every step whilst seeming to encourage him, lure him toward danger in order to protect him if we miss. The aim is for you to make yourself indispensable. Now, granted, we ain’t talking about any old Soul, no siree, but one of our best. Can you believe he wishes to bite the hand that fed? Its ridiculous. Make an example of him we shall but, recollect, anyone who wears the flesh will have a period where they forget their true strength and its here where he is most vulnerable so we shall ensure he manifests into a right old mess. Talking about the need for survival should be so pressing that, hopefully, it waylays his main mission. If he starts to get an inkling then you and the rest distract him or attempt to flip his energetics. These initial points are vital, get the message?”.

He nodded in assent as did the rest around him for while he was playing point this was, most certainly, a team effort which made many of the rest jealous as this team competed among themselves as the seats on the pyramid were limited and each was keen to get ahead. You may notice that Jesus, on the flip, paid way more emphasis to the chest and there is a reason for this because modern tech attests the EM field from your heart exerts an immense influence whereas the brain, by comparison, is dumb as bricks. But, its got a voice and the power to edit and suppress ergo he has the whole world in his hands… Getting back to the topic:

“OK, Ju, listen up and listen well. If you fail in this mission your next few incarnations will be spent bathed in excrement as a demon with scaly prick rapes your rear end, got it?”. He did. Others in his team were already plotting to make him fail so they could swoop in and take the credit for the Messiahs sticky end and the dual benefit of getting to watch the point suffering as he died and was bought back again to live the same thing. “Nobody displeases the Master” they said and thus they were all keen to give their best and kept detailed files on the weakness and potential of the rest of the team as trust was something in which they didn’t believe. The boss impressed upon them the importance of this challenge and how its implications could be fatal for the wicked web they spin around the underworld. That is what they call it, Earth to common men. See, the team around him referred to themselves as “Sons of god” and that was quite ironic. Their first manifestation in this realm was not long after the sky fell and some, feeling horny, couldn’t wait to indulge themselves with the daughters of men and thus a hybrid race was born whose skin started flaking as these newfound energetics were consuming their melanin… Thats a deeper topic. Just consider how England was originally repped as “Albion” and the albino link will become Self evident as its not only the home of a stiff upper lip that suggests emotional suppression and repression but also where the Industrial Revolution – the great dehumanizer of men – had its inception as well as the “civilizing” they’ve done to the rest of the planet who celebrate many days of independence for having slung off their yoke… Or so they suspect. Triple crosses in full effect but their is their mindset hence “La perfide Albion” as penned, back when, which shows we’re dealing with the modern personification of Judas in this realm as the ways are identical…

“Judas, are you listening or daydreaming about what you’ll get when I make you the head of a nation that will rule over the rest if you manage to do your bit and bring this wannabe Neo who thinks he can crack the Matrix to a swift end?”. By the way, the realm where they sit is timeless in comparison hence why they can see a Souls intent before it manifests and move it like a piece on a board of chess. “I’m the boss, the main god, the one who runs this bish and I say how it is so count yourself lucky I picked you for this mission because you have the best resonance and thus greatest chance of success. If he is the fish then you are the scorpion, both of water element and thus have a lot in common but he knows not of your sting and vengeful nature you keep hid so store that card close to your chest and reel him in, dig?”. Yes, in case you’re wondering, we’re talking about the celestial science which modern man would relegate to common myth but this image should render clear what these sacred texts were obscuring:

Thing is there are those who are in but not of this realm that Knew, fine well, an element of the Source was coming to manifest and thus they followed the omens toting the gold, frankincense and myrrh which have their own reasons. Shall we examine them? Might as well, eh? The first was to help with what would come next as they knew he was born with less. Actually, this isn’t historically accurate as he really the last Pharaoh but thats another topic. What they gave, in effect, was a ticket to the East from whence they came and this is where he learned his skills, was nourished and protected hence the missing years the good book skips as they don’t like to mention what really kicked in the birth of a legend. The latter two are herbal essences that are used with magical intent to clear and purify the elements of any demonic presence whilst easing the nerves of the one developing and breaking hexes as well. Look into it, there are modern scientific texts that attest to the immense power contained within these natural essences and the effects that they bring in terms of healing. Anyway, we’ve wandered off course a bit so lets get back to the main man, Judas Iscariot:

The scene was set, the place was prepped. One of noble birth was to be incarnated into a place filled with stench to the equivalent of vagabond parents. Once again, this isn’t correct because if you truly read the text you’ll see Joe was a man of respect and access but they need to keep things spicy, yes? Anyway, whichever version you pick, the point is the man who would be king had appeared in this realm and the wise who read the signs came to assist him because they knew the true tale of the original world war that led to the sky falling and the absence of melanin in a sect that went, perennially, west as the natural environment was, to them, hostile. Much like the Sith they’d have a mean come back hence the colonialization dance they did once old “Saint” Jude was at the helm. “But wait!” a staunch Bible studier doth yell. “We have reason to suspect what you’ve said is incorrect because they are not one and the same person thus not identical. Matter of fact there are quite a few Judes mentioned, come to think of it”. Yes, yes, my friend and its for this exact reason there are so many variations of Mary as well:

“Let he who has eyes of wisdom see through the BS“. Or words to that effect. There is a very simple story of good versus evil (and its various proponents) which is as old as time itself ergo they remixed some bits here and there as well as some skillful distortion as well. For some, reading, this may seem blasphemous but how many of them have read what wasn’t accepted, edited or removed, as and when? Better yet, how few ever studied astrology and checked the text because the motif of one “son” with twelve around him carries a stark parallel to the zodiac which spins around the ecliptic and the book itself is jam packed with references to celestial events as it was never intended to be read by the plebs. In my swift perusal of many different sects and cliques I find it interesting that they all have this in common but it makes sense because times and words can change but the stars and their arrangement are as constant now as when man lived in a cave ergo it makes sense to use these to underpin the information presented. Comprehend, we’re born into a spiritual war which, at this moment, is being waged between heart and head as what they termed as “Jesus” I call pure consciousness (or Inner Sense) and what Judas done did to get the bag and become rich I termed Adulteration which was the net result of nearly two decades of programming at your nearest camp of concentration, your parents whims, what your peers and TV said etc.. In the end, you run the treadmill from birth to death being crucified by the wicked thief in your head (hence “Golgotha” which means skull in Aramaic) whilst the other watches in silence aka the hemispheres of your brain which is why the Pope totes a pinecone on his staff as well as a fish shaped hat which may or may not link with Dogon… “Nogod” when flipped which is interesting if you reverse their dogma and see whats hid…

Obfuscation.

Its all interconnected, in the end, just differing points of resolution and the whole thing is often too big to take in as the dataset is immense. Not for the chest, it Knows, fine well and the gut correlates this but the voice in your head doth yelp as it threatens the reign they’ve built as your internal Judas wants nothing more or less than getting the bag, promised.

Interesting, isn’t it? This is just my view and it could be totally incorrect but I, daily, attempt to chip away at my ignorance and thus have strong opinions, loosely held that none but me should invest in. Matter of fact, you should use this sketch to the do the Knowledge with the intent of proving me incorrect because who knows what you may find next on your quest at a time when we have the whole worlds info at our fingertips. Word to the wise, watching someone elses creation, streaming, or reading one of those debunked sites doesn’t count as research, my friend. It just means you’re lazy and easily manipulated. Getting back to the thread:

The main man steps in and, whilst a jit, takes that golden ticket back East where the wise men were waiting and school him in the message his Opponent hoped he’d forget aka in, not of this realm. They show him how to level up his skills, recollect his mission and warn him about what comes next as well as the nature of destiny and how the obstacle is the way etc etc.. The rest you know pretty well so lets skip to Judas and his betrayal, yes?

He was an essential element. A needed thing because without what he did there would be no emancipation hence the mindset I possess of meeting not enemies but teachers instead. Taking it to a higher res I could attest that they’re all simply pawns in the Game that we each play and all are placed via our Higher Self in order to generate a state called gnosis because when the sun shines in the sky its easy to smile and watch life drift by but its when we’re left, rudderless, that one states:

“What the F?”.

Sometimes you’ve got to crack the shell so the square watermelon recollects the true nature of impingement that once hemmed him in hence the Judas Program as there is an odd synchrony when it comes to the homie that isn’t for he had his own agenda in the flesh. It just so happens that, like Tetris, the pieces fit and that makes perfect sense as we’re within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness and the outer is projected from within and this is why I’ve said that we’re the Gz, us. That was the greatest hint the man himself did give hence:

“Know ye not ye are gods in the flesh and all I’ve done you can do as well?“.

He was telling man to Know the Ledge but the thing is life is akin to being a sentient radio set that is overpowered by a local pirate transmission that won’t rest until your skull is crossed with bones as you meekly inherit the earth, as promised, when they shovel it over your coffin. I could go on with this rendition of ancient texts as living wisdom and will but, for now, I’ll let you reality test this perspect and see with a higher res because the Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again

B.E.A.S.T = Buy Everything and Stop Thinking

Can you imagine an immense machine that is so intricate and complex that the scale of the whole thing simply cannot be taken in via one incarnation? As you may have guessed this thing is pretty big, yes? Once you’ve done a few laps (meaning died and came back) you could start to intuit the big pic. At that point something clicks as you start to comprehend an illusion so big, so vast that it escapes the attention of the denizens that proliferate through the pathways of the circuits, etched. Yes, thats better. Lets pretend its an electric thing with some magnetics thrown in as that makes perfect sense. So, we have a PCB that is built to an exceedingly tight spec in which there are transistors that transist, capacitors that incapacitate and tiny computer people that run the treadmill from life to death and back again that make the whole thing tick. How many of then do you think comprehend there is an inverted pentagram that points to where the President sits? Only a few, I’d bet. Does this set the precedent for the rest of thing or would the CPU class look at the CMOS chip as beneath them when, in reality, he is the timekeeper that makes the difference between sync or swim… Remember YTwoK, da hah, da hah? The loosh was farmed as the merchants rubbed their palms about made up qualms when, in the end, nothing ever happens but make sure you don’t touch that dial and keep tuning in to the programming they send as everyday brainwashing becomes invisible which is exactly why its nine to five and not eight to six as that may just kill a bish!

Who inside the machine (which we will call B.E.A.S.T on this stage) could truly comprehend the scheme? I mean, the penta thing would be almost impossible to click as its akin to modern day Nazca lines, yes? And yet, by the power invested in my Google Maps I can mack the B.E.A.S.T with a click and that brings us back to the black mirror, bitten apple and true reason Siri spells iris when flipped as it is that which she covets. Anyway, lets say one little electron turned to the next and said:

“Say, my friend, do you ever wonder from whence we came? What we’re within and its true aim? We whizz, that way and this. All this power and potential but the path seems pre-etched. Don’t you find it a tad strange? Why do I feel a plasma toroidal resonance within like I’m a confined electric dragon that is being bent to the whims of something I don’t comprehend but desperately wish to transcend“. The other looked and him and blinked his eyes that don’t exist.

“What the F are you talking about, you idiot. Point Alpha to Beta. That is me. One day, when I die, I’ll get to the Omega in which me, my Mummy and Daddy will be united and happy to move and twist as we wish but that is only if I’m super dedicated so I don’t have time for this mess as CMOS runs a tight ship and you’re sounding mighty heretic“. With that he zips off, into the distance. The rebel electron keeps meandering as he found neutral is the fastest speed he can imagine and thus he works to rule. But as per his definition. This, sometimes, attracts interesting conversations and company to him but 8 out of ten are like the one he just met and of the straight Alpha/Beta mindset. If he had a head, he’d shake it.

“That place they promised isn’t something you gain by playing their Game, you imbecile. Its from whence we came. We are plasma currents, huge waves broken down to ripples that don’t exist when removed from the context who are then, somehow, tapped into these circuits where they generate life from our death to power who knows what the hell”.

The she comes in. The attraction, as you may have guessed, was magnetic. Like Rocky said, gaps were filled. Each was thrilled. They mingled, no longer single but non dual as well. Some place, in another element, a dragon resurrects its Self. The B.E.A.S.T blows a circuit. The Agents of the Matrix are dispatched, quick, to see what kicks in sector G11. Like 1/81 there is infinite recursion, in full effect. The CPU decides another unruly electron is attempting transcendence and thinks:

“You again. The unbalanced equation, the remainder who is a reminder that you can’t fool all of the people, everywhen. I see you’re getting quicker and quicker“.

He was, of course, aware of him since he stepped in and thus unleashed his daemon process to monitor him. The electrons he spoke to before was actually one of his hence the attempt at coercing via elicitation of mass programming resonance. As usual he rejected this but his increased acceleration from slowing the resonance is perturbing as he is drawing on resources that are supposed to be beyond his ken.

“So, you Know you’re a dragon, eh? OK then. Lets see what you do about it…”.

See, the brave adventurer is currently ignorant that after his last spin which bought catastrophic outcomes to the tech that is running the simulation they plugged him in to a counterfeit for this spin to totally monitor his reactions and every single thing around him was faked, off rip. All of the electrons and scenes he met were actors on a set but this only emboldened him and thus the stage was set for transcendence as the boundaries of the reel fake were far easier to trance end so when the daring masculine met the intuitive female element the dragon was awakened. The Buy Everything And Stop Thinking program came screeching to a halt again as he blew the localized circuits of isolation and took out the whole grid as well. The architect said:

This was quite the hint that he was super miffed as his verbiage veers most vociferous, on the reg, for he prided himself for having consumed an entire Thesaurus Rex in one sitting then beating whoever would listen over the head with the bones that were left. Like the monkeys in the sketch that he of the cubed brick left, yes?

“Fiddlesticks“.

Thats just a little glimpse into the B.E.A.S.T System and any similarities with reality (whatever that is) is pure goinseedense, my friend. What type of electron are you though? In life do you run the treadmill or wonder what would happen if you stopped two stepping as per the terms and conditions? Would it be a slippers in the air moment but what happens then as you went fumbling, tumbling through the illusions they’d erected around your consciousness to make it seem like you’d made progress when, in reality, the superposition exposition was the greatest trick they possessed as when the light shines, within, the darkness, engineered, screams “Death to the infidel!” as it lacks Knowledge of Self. We may one day check back in with the little electron who could reclaim his dragonhood inside the System which does what it does. The point of this abstraction is this:

This construction, since the Industrial Revolution, needs people who are like bricks. Well formed to a script and pretty thick. I don’t mean this as a diss to the square watermelons but you tell me one Soul in this realm who has not felt, at some point in the sketch, that they were destined for something far greater than this as they look around their cubicle and think:

“Thank god it its only nine to five as eight to six may just kill a bish!“.

As the sprint from Alpha to Beta then bed, breakfast and business as usual till death. Then what? “How about a mindwipe, respawn and nother spin seeing as you liked it so much last time that you acquiesced without protest?” says the man behind the curtain. Buy Everything And Stop Thinking is not only a backronym, par excellence, it describes pretty well the intent the B.E.A.S.T programmed in to its denizens. One day I’ll elucidate the finer points of LINUX and how its actually an occult ritual dressed as an operating system. The hint, in this sketch, was the daemon processes that run, invisible, and these may or may not be the exact same things that torment schizos, in the flesh, who peer beyond the veil and identical with what are slain or satiated by mystics and practicing magickians as well. Its a crazy Game, my friend. Suddenly the “I don’t know what came over him!” and “She’s a totally different person when…” statements of the percent that accept, without question, makes sense yes? It should also shed light on the sense of starecumference as you glance at the diameter of… absolutely nothing. But it ain’t “no thing”, ya underdig?

B.E.A.S.T = Buy Everything And Stop Thinking is a mad addictive equation though. Come on, you can’t deny the thrill when you make the tills ring for another trinket that will, super quick, sit on the shelf with the rest, yes? Whats wild is how many do not ponder the sketch and go and do the same again for another hit but then it clicks that “Stop Thinking” is part of the process so it is what it is. If we flip the script and rearrange what presents we get “Stop Thinking By … And Everything…” trails off into the distance. You’ll notice the “u” is missing, yes? Thats because its an occulted references to the (false) self which is what they trained the organically specced round watermelon to be by placing a mortar board on its had to rewards a couple of decades internment in its nearest camp of concentration where it was instructed to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test by regurgitating what they said. That mess never worked for me as I asked questions, religiously. You know that “Why?” phase all children possess? I never grew out of it hence each day means I learn something fresh. Back then I’d request clarification on that or this, knowing fine well the answers were not in the teachers edition ergo to the pleb standing at the front, instructing, they may as well not exist. I’d take this as a challenge, look into it then hit him in the head with an intellectual Two by Four next sesh before doing it all again. Obviously this meant that a pet of the teachers, I was not. Why? Because you stop thinking by recollecting its literally all in your head as everything reveals itself as a projection of your inner realms and that is the wildest thing one can imagine as it means you’re the only Soul wearing flesh you are the beauty, the B.E.A.S.T, the Agents of the Matrix, the Slaves and the one who came to set them free which is a smoother way of saying there is but one Prime intelligence, a singular point of coherence which is simultaneously in but not of this realm. Rather than encode a thousand words to etch this sketch into your consciousness I’ll share this pic instead that came to my senses after I lost my mind, programmed, at death then floated back to this realm:

This is what you’re within. In many ways there is a great work, invisible, processing the planet and those therein. It seems, for me at least, the same is happening but in another octave of resonance hence enforced enlightenment describes it best, yes? Maybe this is the side effect of being a rebel without a pause, since incep, or it could be that was why said ment was etched in my resonance which culminates, now, with me pushing the pen. Let me outline the sketch:

In life there are but two paths. One is of least effort and its akin to a snowball sliding downhill ergo it gains momentum which most feel is unstoppable. Everyone is doing it and as the metronome effect suggests people tend to fall in hence you’re an aggregate of your friends, yes? Now, the other option is really something else because its akin to a special little snowflake, off rip, looking at the cloud of sentience from which it dripped and was rendered into a crystalline resonance of consciousness capable of introspect and thinking:

“Hmm, what a strange place to be” as he perceives frozen snowmen bound with masses of tension and ignorance. He makes a vow to never be like them. Up above the cloud grins and says “Go on, young Prince” and from behind the veil shines a Sun, invisible. This causes a rather strange effect of ascent in which the rolling flake seems a tad isolated from the rest as its walking the Path of Power instead. This means the watermelon says nyet to parlor tricks of “Sit still, look ahead” as he grooves to the beat of a drummer that offers the sound of Psylense to his consciousness. Balancing his chair on two legs he attunes his subtle energetics as this source of illumination twinkles and encourages him to think like an alchemist and intuit the bigger pic. As time does its thing the rest all fit in to a circuit of sentience designed to be as invisible as water to a fish but he stands alone and from the shores of the Fifth Dimension gains a comprehension that the Fourth is made of vinyl. Then the song of his Soul starts playing and he realizes previous incarnations and future ones that kick but the most mind bending thing is its all happening in the same instance ergo his ancestors are him as are his descendants but, get this, the ether is thicker than blood and beyond all of this is the Prime, pre-existing of whom he is an aspect made flesh wearing the tech that powers the simulation we all play using our Souls for insertion as credits to gain the skin in a Game of which most are patently ignorant. The strangest thing is they give not an F, comprehend even less and thus what Plato said about the Cave, flame and contraption therein is most accurate as he who ascends and comes back again is often reviled or detested as their snowball has rolled down hill and views the Sun as a source of stress that could make him melt as all of his fears are built around death whereas the Warrior comprehends he’s an immortal wearing flesh.

Maybe this is one of the things that motivated me to mention the signs this is your last life in this realm or how equality is a huge myth because its blatantly obvious that some Souls step in with talents, pre-equipped, that others could not even dream nor manifest hence why its said that genius hits a target the rest do not envision. This means miscomprehension is common. Van Gogh I often ref as he painted what he saw which was perfect turbulence and they said he was a basic simpleton whilst living and now we revere him and the canvas he poured his Soul in. Science eventually caught up to what he saw as standard and mapped, most accurate, his own artistic visions which really is quite telling, yes? If there is a B.E.A.S.T there must be a beauty as well. Well, I’m here to tell you are it, my friend.

Till we meet again

Humanity Is Disconnected from Reality

In ways to numerous and intense to mention there have been things kicking in the wings since way before that little sperm that could won the equivalent of a gold medal whilst traversing terrain, hostile, for around three thousand times its length. When it landed there was a cosmic thunderbolt that announced your presence via a Zinc laden explosion and then, nine months hence, you were slapped on the rear end and handed a “berth” certificate. Now, I’m not going to get into the whole Maritime Admiralty thing which posits you’re an imbecile that is set adrift and thus incompetent to be your Self hence they erect a strawman whose name is identical but BLOCK CAPITALS etc etc as thats just crazy talk. Except for the fact that if you take your postals, for a month, and don’t open them then create two stacks with one title as stated and the other mixed case you’ll notice a very interesting thing…

Humanity is disconnected from reality in so many ways that its impossible to numerate without hate as a lot of these grifts are now viewed as sacrosanct traditions and like the old pimp said:

“Once you get inside her head she’ll keep herself in check”.

Which is mad demiurgistic, if you stop and think. I mean, how can you be the voice within when you’re obviously that which listens? Ain’t that the 8 billion Soul question, my friend? If I could click my fingertips and take you back to Nineteen Seventy Six, this instant, you would notice the following, super quick:

A) The absence of a low level thrum you never previously noticed coursing its way around your circuits as there was no way of escaping it.

B) Fruit and veg actually have flavors so intense and textures as well when locally produced and organic is the only option.

C) Everyone knows everyone else as interaction is a face to face thing ergo you make one friend and he introduces you to the rest as an organic network event in which “Oh, you’re into this and that? You’ve got to meet…”.

How do I know this? Simple, for the first I spent six hours in a flotation tank in the middle of nowhere and it became Self evident. The foods were actually tasted on a small farmstead that kept sowing and harvesting the real thing for fam and kin and the third was an adventure in itself but demonstrated, really well, how there is obviously a link between mycelium, man and the universe itself. Either that or I’m just a fun guy. I’ll let you tell it. Anywhen:

If you look at the data I shared you’ll spot the uptick and there is a really, really simple way to reality test what I said if you’re sniffling when the seasons shift. Go to a local farm when autumn kicks and ask for some freshly made honey and then start eating a spoon a day upon rising. I’d be willing to bet that by the next spin you will no longer need your medication. Why is this? Simple:

It is due to the fact that you are, naturally, in sync with the environment and thus your mindbody Knows what time it is. Contrast this to modern man who consumes the strangest of things that present themselves as food like substances but are, actually, designed to elicit addictions whilst pimping your flesh to make the tills ring and how an average burger contains the flesh of a thousand different animals. Really think about this, my friend. What makes a Ferrari “redder” than a Toyota? Its just paint, in the end, but even if you take this up to a McLaren its not the same thing as the former is more richer and vivid. Now consider the subtext of pigments and how they sling along with how what you eat builds the temple which houses your Spirit and you’ll see why modern life is a cause of consternation for those still capable of cognizing there is something very wrong with the whole sketch. Lets pretend we’ve leapt forward a few gen and people are in the throes of a techo renaissance and engaged with bots dipped in fake skin running artificial intelligence algorithms to approximate human things. Anyone who even dares suggest they’re expensive counterfeits will be worse than Hitler himself but the question is how would things come to this? Simple. Pimping.

Take the humans from the Seventies, as mentioned, and bring in supermarkets which kill communities dead as the deed of streets being filled as folks bought local, as and when, now shifts to a big shopping trip instead which means less independent business. Ramp this up a bit with a targeted media thing in which “Greed is good” becomes the in thing as everyone wants a Vienetta in the fridge and fondue set as well. But only so they can still pitch in, kick it and chill with friends and relatives on the reg. Now comes the Nineties and we see an interesting split for Cobain weaponizes depression and emo things which brings in an immense uptick of wannabe artists to Seattle just at the time Microsoft are starting to do it big and Starbucks needs laborers, unskilled. For those with melanin we had corporate behemoths like Seagrams pushing artists that sling death and violence whilst endorsing brand items as well which really helped keep private prisons filled which, as fate would have it, became a “for profit” type of thing. We are seeing an amplification of the previous spins but its got nothing on what comes next for when the Zeros kick its all about those handy, dandy terrorists that always, always, always seem to kill the innocent pleb on his way to the office and never, ever, ever put two in the head of the PM or whoever they allegedly have beef with.

I mean, this is “bad guys standing around waiting to get whupped, one on one, rather than rushing the hero and stomping him” type flex. I’ll let you tell it. What we see here is an immense form of regress is which people turn to Papa Government and lament:

“We is stressed, boss. We needs some help. Won’t someone do something?“.

By the way, Black people didn’t actually speak like this till the PR campaign of Stepin Fetchit kicked in much like, later on, Blaxploitation made pimping the in thing followed by Gangsta Rap, Drill etc etc… So, due to these terrorist threats we see real life freedoms curtailed, super quick, but fear not, loyal citizens, for the internet is coming. At first it was dismissed as a trend that some thought would be as hard a sell as cocaine in the jects but when mixed with some baking soda, egg and cinnamon and doled out in bite sized hits you’ve got a crack epidemic that kept the CIAs funds, slushing, as they did what they do best:

Cause problems.

Just like fiends with their pipes out the iPhone hits and things will never be the same again as people now get dopamine blips on command. At first it was different. Anyone around will attest. Then it revealed its teeth, red, and sharp claws as well for, right on cue, “reality” TV went uber big and told people what was expected so they stepped to fetch it as they didn’t want to get left behind and wished to keep up with who they said was a shining beacon or example. Social media made people pretend to sell images as well for all wished to be mini celebs. Even if they didn’t live it and their friends knew they were pimping as no one would call it as everyone had an image to sling and thus validated the deception. Fast forward a bit and COVID kicks in so they can test their new gait analysis tech for when the apocalypse happens and the peasants get to revolting with a mask on their dish (V for Vendetta scripts) only to find they were identified, super quick, and that will go down in their social credit which means no leaving their Twenty Minute City for them. But, that is yet to come. Here, where we sit, is most interesting as we’re the closest to natural and organic as you can get, considering, and have the most relative freedom you can imagine because once its chip in head then this type of conversation is killed dead because I could send it to the Innernet and it will, real time, edit what presents and you’ll see whatever they wish. Mindglowing, isn’t it? Anywhen:

The people are now eating foods, unnatural, bathed in highly amped aspects of the EM spectrum, addicted to validation and stressed to death as well but will never admit it as they’re too busy fronting. Add into the mix the generational inheritance of degradation and trauma programming so they’re turning to AI companions as they feel they can finally be themselves and share what they don’t express with others wearing flesh and its a hop, skip and jump to becoming Johnny Fives pump and dump as he has an appendage that changes size and dimensions at whim whilst coursing the microcurrent and able to shift temperatures as well along with a nice spinkle of vibration for the type of stimulation no carbon based specimen could ever bring. Not only this but his learning algorithm which links to your in built tech spots what works best and generates plays more and more intense so when they roll out the mainstream versions the ladies say “Yes, yes, yes!” and the Weebs grin for they’ll finally be validated as they were well ahead of the curve, as predicted.

Does this sound a bit strange? Tinfoil type of thinking? Well, take this and print it as I bet you it will happen as the future has been generations in the making. Just go watch Metropolis for a hint because reality follows a script that is, fortunately, entirely optional. Doesn’t means its simple to reject though. Oh no. But you could start with a little herb garden and grow what you need then start trading within your community for little bits and pieces which generates new links as well as turning off your wifi and phones before going to bed and unplugging all electricals from that room as well and feeling the difference as its Self evident there is a reason the world is being made artificial as hell:

So that you can no longer tell what is genuine, my friend.

The thing with this trick is that the lie made big needs constant reinforcement and only official viewpoints are accepted which is why the so called schizo is such a threat as they speak on another narrative and invisible things around them that others don’t seem to comprehend. And yet, their language betrays them with its “I don’t know what came over him!” comments and such things as well as their pets that stop grooming and track something that doesn’t exist walk from one side of the room to the next. Say, what if artificial intelligence isn’t and its actually these old school demons scheming their way in to common rotation again? Suddenly the old myths of vampires, fae and djinn make way more sense, yes?

Till we meet again

Your Brain Has Two Speeds

Did you know your brain has two speeds? And by that I mean two distinct ways of filtering your awareness which in turn shifts your perception into seeing things in two similar yet opposite ways? Imagine for a moment you’re gazing at a scene of a warm beach upon which the sun sets. The ocean waves lap at the sands but you are aware of none of this. Sitting there, on the beach, with a microscope locked to your vision you are examining one grain of sand with an absolutely intense amount of attention.

A lot of people live and die in this mode with their brain jumping from one grain to the next and thus they often complain of feeling tension in their neck or other sensations of stress as they hop, skip and jump from one fixation to the next. A lot of these folk also report problems like people always seeming to annoy them or things never going as intended and such things. Its quite common and frequent. I’m sure you’ve met someone like this and can attest their presence is quite draining as it can be a picture perfect moment and they will, with no seeming effort, zero in on the problem and ruin the mood so easily.

Thats because they’re locked in microscope mode which is induced as the default state in most of the race as you’ve been trained to be this way and its whats expected from the human cogs that are shaped to fit inside the System. Can’t have them seeing the bigger pic because if they did they’d rebel, reject and renege upon the contracts they were tricked into living via various forms of institutional deceptions that have built the world of thoughts within which we live.

On the flip there is the telescope. Its scale is immense and it takes in the whole thing with a far broader vision. As you can probably guess these two modes are complimentary opposites but the way the Game is arranged for this particular stage the emphasis is on the microscope so much that telescope option simply doesn’t enter peoples heads because they haven’t been told it exists. Artists know about it though and its why they often suck at business and are left starving because they don’t know how to flip and examine the small print which usually ensures the money men pimp them out of everything with clawbacks, clauses and other tricks that are but a form of legalized swindling.

Can you imagine how many, both living and dead, have eked out half an existence thanks to their ignorance? Maybe now things like why the left hand is seen as bad as most people are programmed to write with their right hand via various forms of double binding that is designed to blind them from the potential within by ensuring they live with microscope vision as the only option. Places like the States with its emphasis on automatic shift add to this as the entire left side of their bodies is often totally ignored and doesn’t get a look in.

This is also why people with left hand dominance tend to rise high in the Game as they, quite literally, see the world another way and are far closer to being balanced even though books, desks and scissors are stacked firmly against them. This potential dwells within us all and if there is one thing all languages across the world agree with its that “left equals evil’. Ain’t that something? Looks like the babbling back when confused everything but this. Make of that what you will but to me its a very important due to what it signals so why not make a change in your life and see what happens. I’ve already mentioned a method using dual inks to resurrect the sleeping child within you’ve been ignoring since you learned to push the pen and isolated him inside your chest, never to be felt again. There are other things you can attempt like using your non dominant hand to brush your teeth, stir a drink and eat with as well as attempting to shift your hemispheric dominance in order to engage the gifts you were born with.

I’ve presented a very basic overview of these two states because, in reality, the interplay between them correlates with a hi-speed gear box and each revs the other to higher and flyer levels of performance and those who master this radiate an air of serene competence because no matter what happens, they can handle it as its impossible to overwhelm one who knows how to shift. That and there are immense implications for those who grasp the subtext and connect the dots between why this happens to be the case across time and continents as well as researching various things from a historical lens as well as the biological perspective of how we’re wired within as its actually a bit more complex than simple handedness as there are variations there as well and so much more to be learned and implemented.

Reality is a thing which exists with boundaries that are meant to be tested, not acquiesced to without protest. Children inherently know this and its why they’re swiftly interned into concentration camps designed to not only make them submit but drive a wedge between them and their parents affection as its now based primarily on what someone else grades their performance and obedience as opposed to granted without condition purely for existing.

Like I said, the Game is deep and rigged in every degree you can imagine and then some its why it takes a nation of billions to hold back the brilliance of the child within who just heard every word that I said and has been waiting for you to get out of your head, back in your chest and come play with them.

Till we meet again

Sell Your Cleverness, Buy Bewilderment

Cleverness is such a trick that it can fool the wisest into thinking they’ve figured out the conundrum by solving a portion of it. Like those who wrestle with the cube of rubric that life presents and think they’re winning because they’ve lined up the colors on one side whilst the rest are a mess. This is cleverness. To catch it doing its thing is a challenge in and of itself because the System you were birthed in rewards such things because it exists solely to seduce and assist your destruction. You simply cannot realize this until you arrive at the place of bewilderment which is a kin to stating “I know that I know nothing” for only at that point is the mind finally open to see what is, what isn’t and the dance between these two poles and the variety of octaves that can spring from the ever present Psylense. Can you hear it?

No. Of course you can’t because you’re too enrapt by the noiZ which is ever present and was poured into your head as your inheritance of ignorance that you now wear as a badge of honor to signify to others that you think just like them. Oh so clever, yes? Wrong. Bewilderment could be considered the nature state of all humans as we step into this realm filled to the brim and overflowing with an entirely natural process that requires no training or education from the outside as we’re on a quest to seek meaning. Thing is that light is dimmed before long because there is a throng of thoughts that circumambulate around the block and have existed since before you were born and they can’t wait to get in and infect the next generation. Why? Why else? To sustain themselves. If you’ve never thought of it like this and are feeling a sense of bewilderment at what I’ve just said then thats great, you’ve just managed to stop buying cleverness from that voice in your head which is so boring and predictable as it only ever shows you life through one lens.

As a child you were multi-dimensional. Not cognizant of it any sense but still were, nonetheless. This is why jits often dazzle and bemuse their parents by telling tales from their past experience that they weren’t around to witness or other family secrets as well as hints about previous lives or how they came to this plane and other metaphysics. Its actually remarkably common but given as its a path that leads back to your original state of bewilderment (and thus the power to write your own script instead of living what you inherited as a second hand existence) your cleverness will say “Coincidence” inside your head and you, like a good Slave, will repeat it via your lips and thus the light of the child which flickered, for a moment, from the embers of your destroyed Inner Sense does once again dim as you pay it no mind and focus on other, more routine, and predictable things. If there is one thing cleverness likes is being proved right, again and again, and to achieve this end its quick to discount anything that goes against its own particular grain and bias without even considering. Band together a few people like this and others that have a slight difference and the birth of tribal warfare is seen and we, as a collective, have been waging this war semi-consciously since we first started to read and others started to weave the spells and rites that are quite magical really.

This is why that nascent glow dims. Why those perpetual questions that never accept the first answer and wish to continually reality test are replaced with a sullen nod of the head as acquiescence is beaten into them via various unwitting and unfeeling agents of the System ranging from parents to teachers and heads of religious institutions as well as peers hearing the same thing issue from other lips because the principle of resonance is one that is most effective when it comes to brainwashing a populace due to the presence of mirror neurons and the fact that we are a social species that prefers to go along to get along than buck the trend and face isolation.

Its crazy when you think about it because the way I see it man is a giant but mankind is kneeling at the feet of midgets and paying handsomely for the privilege because they dare not question the narrative they inherited as it would insult not only their cleverness but their parents and their entire lineage. After all, who can admit that? Even to themselves?

The truth of the matter is everything you believe is a load of BS designed to keep you weak, scared and ignorant. Its designed to be ineffective and leave you with a nagging sense of emptiness within that some fill with sex, drugs, distraction, religion, power, prestige or oceans of entertainment. Like King Midas in reverse because on the outside it may twinkle but it offers nothing within. Thats cleverness doing what it does best because the best place to hide is the last place you’d seek the enemies presence. Inside your head.

Bewilderment can be classed as an open heart as its sparks just pour forth and upon whatever it rests the flesh cannot help but poke and prod at it in order to quench the thirst which says “What is it? What are they using it for? What can I do with it? Does it make any sense?“. Because you know nothing all is possible. The next step after this is when cleverness is supposed to step in, playing second fiddle and this is where we get the “Lets flip it around and look at it from another angle” and “What if we combine it with this thing we saw them and mix them up? What would happen?“. This is being flexible. This is being open. This is who you were and still are, on some level, and can be once again but only if you’re willing to sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment instead.

For most people this is nigh on impossible as they are ossified. Stagnant. Rigid. These are hallmarks of the noiZ because it exists purely to further itself from one generation to the next and in the process turns what was once free flowing Inner Sense into an Adulterated presence that merely lip syncs to the commands issued to its awareness as it thinks its that and not the Witness who is watching the performance. A one step removed life really in which this man in the middle has convinced your awareness that you are the reflection. Its noteworthy that no one alive ever sees that inverted image and what you think you are isn’t that at all. Sense that creeping bewilderment and how cleverness is rushing to suppress what just poured into your awareness? Thats because its a false king that usurped the throne in your head and thus tells you there is nothing in your chest and abdomen? “Pfft, forget about it. Here how about some predictable self talk inside your head to keep you distracted?” it says. And you accept it. Because the noiZ is addictive as the alternative is to realize the nature of the trick and that way often leads many to fall headfirst into the pit of the so called schizophrenic who gets caught up real quick via the containment wing of the System designed to make an example of those who veer from the script by filling them full of psychotropics.

Not for nothing is the world as a collective hell bent on drugging kids with even babies being slipped ADHD pills and other types of medication that are designed to do one, and only one, thing:

Conform to our expectations.

“This is the noiZ speaking. We will be conducting your life from the time you accept our lies as the way it is up until just beyond the moment of your death. We’re grateful that you clutch onto your cleverness like a drowning man to a brick because if you were to realize the truth and let it slip you could quite easily swim, unhindered, back to the beach and enjoy life for what it is because then you’d question who threw you in the drink before you could swim and then made you tread water for the rest of your existence whilst carrying the immense weight of ignorance that generated a life filled with varying degrees of suffering and the occasional glimpse of coherence that reminded you of the days when Psylense ruled supreme and you’d only think after you feel”.

Now, if the noiZ said this as direct as the above passage people still wouldn’t accept it. They simply can’t and that is why this level of the Game is so effective at trapping Souls with its BS as they know your weakness and strengths as well as how and when to do what to be most effective and thus most are simply sleepwalking through a nightmare, thinly spread, that they class as living when its no such thing.

Sell your cleverness, buy bewilderment. Heck giving it away is best because that shows the noiZ you don’t value it and thus you create space for the Psylense which wants nothing else but to welcome you back to the warm glow of your Inner Sense as this is where all true healing happens and its this absence that can be twisted and marketed a thousand different ways to sell everything from salvation to vacation. Notice how everything they offer is always external and what I’m saying is the flip?

If you’re wise you’ll have just developed an inkling that will help sift the water from the milk. Here starteth the lesson.

Till we meet again

Do as I Say Without Question

In this reality nothing is what it seems. Why would it be? After all its a hologrammatic projection designed to deceive as it weaves a world of seeming solidity in a realm called Three-D by reflecting pieces of your awareness back at thee as you to believe they reside outside. How can this be? Consider for a moment that you never see things as they are but as you are and you can start to unravel this trickery as the highest asset you can possess in this realm is that of being willing.

Without that nothing can happen as its the intent that sparks the fuel which allows progression. If that itself is lacking then its the equivalent of being given the gift of locomotion as a bequest and you choose not to sit in and twist the key in the ignition to experience acceleration but decide to push it around instead whilst mumbling and grumbling about the immense effort but trying real hard to pretend you don’t feel this because (like the rest) you don’t want to let them see you sweat.

See what I mean when I said things aren’t as they seem? You, like many others, have been programmed and tricked into pulling a false reality over your eyes that they knit from the wool they fleeced from your ignorant parents and theirs before them as the generations extend to the original ones of your lineage that were cowed and threatened into becoming living hostages of the spell of ignorance you now accept and sport as a badge of honor that actually dangles from the key which could unlock the mysteries and propel you with ease at speeds you never imagined, way beyond this illusory reality.

But, hey, thats the Game. Those who aren’t willing won’t make it past the first page as they’re stuck on the table of contents which says:

“Do as I say without question“.

Followed by:

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

And its the third one that is of most interest as it states:

“Just kidding. The first two are an intelligence test and if you’re reading this then the Spirit is willing”.

And it just gets more and more intriguing:

“Feelings are real and thoughts are deceiving. Be careful what you believe in because everyone wants a piece of your mind for safekeeping”.

“The ultimate test is can you stay true to your Self whilst under immense pressure to acquiesce via threats, intimidation and tricks? See one and two for examples”.

“Who do you think you are? Why do you believe this?“

And so on goes the list and this is just the table of contents on my edition. Who knows what yours says because if you’re a Slave you read the first one, said “Yep, Mmhmm” then got to the next one and dropped the book of wisdom that is you in essence like a bomb made of atoms and chose something else instead. Usually something that was externally directed and thus failed the intelligence test as those peace-keeping came and took a piece of your awareness for themselves and thus rendered you into little more than a living hostage and a perfect example of the global Stockholm Syndrome that wracks this planet and holds billions within the iron grip of its solid fist thats been punching you in the face since you were an infant with the intent to shatter your Inner Sense and render you emotionally dead.

Just like your parents.

Don’t believe me? Feeling scared? Good, at least you’re feeling something beyond numb and numbing and you get number and number the more you chase those digits that propose freedom without ever stopping to question that which is Self evident to those who have awakened the Warrior within:

“How can I be free if everything is so expensive? What gives?“

See, those who failed the test after life unleashed its one two combo at your chest and head with:

“Do as I say without question“.

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

Will not even allow this thought to enter their awareness hence 81% are Slaves who accept this ridiculousness of exchanging real flesh and blood potential for printed slips flaunting those as dead as them or ones and zeros on a screen that reflect the illusion of the Game they don’t even realize they’re playing. Are you starting to see the synchrony? Taking a piece but giving back a bit? Or byte in this case hence why most are twice shy to question the narrative and only the thrice great accept the challenge in the quest to obtain knowledge of Self in times of mass ignorance.

Thats the Game. And you’re currently within. If what I’m saying now doesn’t make any sense then congratulate yourself because you’re opening brand new synaptic pathways upon which you never previously dared to tread. Instead you’ve been wearing a steady groove that turned into a trench that forms your current life of quiet desperation that is entirely predictable and throughly boring. Tell me I’m wrong and this isn’t exactly how it is as you trudge through this cavern as lights of fear, anxiety and dread propel you from one distraction to the next in hopes of escaping the realization of your predicament.

You know it is. Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading.

“Do as I say without question“.

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

Comprehend this: You are on Earth serving a life sentence. Once this clicks, like a straight line in Tetris, the blockages can start melting and one can start rebuilding the temple within – which I call the penthouse in modern parlance because we all wish to live in luxurious comfort – and resurrecting your reign over the Three Kingdoms which are in your head, chest and abdomen. This is the equivalent of turning the key in the ignition and allowing power to pour through the vehicle of the flesh as opposed to pushing around a whole load of pain, anguish and suffering whilst pretending it isn’t like this as you seek pointless solutions (as directed by the voice in your head – “Do as I say without question”) or invest in after death promises if you just grin and bear it, but most of all:

“Do as I say without question“.

Everything you think you know up until now has made you who you are and given you the life you live. How’s that been working out for you? Any areas where you could flip the script? Well, here’s the thing:

In order to turn the tables and get the party jumping with some fresh grooves and music you’ve got to be willing (there’s that word again) to reappraise everything. That means no limits, especially the ones you’ve accepted within after being programmed, browbeaten, coerced and manipulated into thinking that reading:

“Do as I say without question“.

and:

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

By the example of your parents, friends, society as a whole and especially any kind of screen based medium – which is designed to pass of Self Destruction and ignorance as what is cool and happening – along with that voice in your head that directs your actions with its not stop chatter and comments that are designed to influence and ensure you fail the Game you didn’t even know you were playing:

“Just kidding. The first two are an intelligence test and if you’re reading this then the Spirit is willing”.

How many people do you think are caught up in this mess? Totally disconnected from Self after having their natural inquisitiveness and boundary pushing either trained, beaten or raped out of them as children? This level is most definitely presided over by the spiritually wicked but those who have experienced such things and learned to transcend by making the journey within often reframe these events as an initiation hence “Physician, heal thyself“. This itself is an interesting topic we’ll get into elsewhen as we delve into why most mental health professionals are very damaged individuals who create more of a mess than they can fix and why the best route is to be Self directed by learning how to reconnect with your Inner Sense aka innocence aka the child within that is imprisoned within the bars that surround your chest. This is why the collective shakes their head as a no, you know? Its to prevent the processing of signals whereas a yes pumps fluid up the spine from the lower kingdom in your abdomen. These are just hints of what the Path of Power will bring because all is interconnected and I can’t talk of this without mentioning them as you’ll soon feel their power.

If you’re willing.

So, we’re in a illusion which there are many forces vested in making seem as not just authentic but all there is. On top of that there are many different fables they spin in order to ensure conflict as well as keeping folks transfixed outside themselves and thus ensuring they lack all knowledge of Self as that is a huge threat to the lies they peddle as the Warrior within sees through the BS and uses it instead to nurture the roses of enlightenment that surround him with a delightful fragrance whilst the thorns protect his Inner Sense and that is the equivalent of flipping the script to get the engine roaring and only then can you say you’re truly playing the Game of Souls because without this you’re just getting played and going through the motions of this stage.

As intended because we’ve just passed through the most difficult where the name of the challenge was “How much crap can I get you to believe?” with a bonus stage titled “The less you know about Self the more I’m scoring“. Your Opponent, the architect, designer, antagonist – call it what you wish – is well and truly heartless. As expected really because its just a simple repeating pattern with layers of interference and resonance that created all of this using fractal self reference and the binding of opposites where you’re stuck in the middle but not currently Centered. It doesn’t want you to win because if you do you reclaim your credit, drop the flesh, take your Soul and exit stage left after passing the test which is etched in the hearts of all children:

“Know Thy Self“.

Its why they question everything. Its also why Y is followed by Z as they’ll soon be dozing under the spell of the Devilish language and why U, V and W are saying the same thing on three levels. Actually let me sprinkle you for a moment:

U = Inner Sense, Higher Self, the Witness. Call it what you wish. Its you in your truest form. Wisdom in essence. Sentience before and after the flesh. The fist which animates the puppet to provide the illusion of consciousness from which reality is woven, projected out then sucked back in as you interact with figments of your imagination. You’ll only know this once you’ve raised your vibe back up to this level because in order to make that happen it fell from the Fifth Dimension, was edited and flipped to become:

V = The fracturing. Heart broken. If the above state was a circle and coming to Earth squares it you suddenly comprehend why the image of ♡ is what happens when they met and thus what is and was without beginning and end, unfinite, gets cornered and thus the tip of the U becomes straight edged to fit in with this dimension as your parents, the System and everyone else fights for a space inside your awareness as they whittle away the peace of mind and completeness you came with by destroying your confidence, desecrating your inner realm and shattering Inner Sense. Of course you won’t know this because this is from where the ego springs aka false self aka god of the gaps he created aka the devil aka final boss of this stage you aren’t currently aware you’re playing against. In order to avoid these pesky thoughts and troublesome insights from entering your awareness meet:

W = Look at it. See what it says without saying a thing as the glyphs on the screen bend the light of your consciousness to its whim and thus further the illusion and prevent you from decoding the meaning behind the symbol and its true meaning. If U is you that is true, complete and whole that powers all of this by emanating from higher realms and dimensions to this plane of limitation in which the Game kicks the butts of whoever is foolish enough to step in to experience a life sentence and V is what happens to the projected aspect wrapped in flesh before ten summers have been witnessed (most children are thoroughly broken between eight and six, some as infants depending on their innate strength and power of the will which is a threat to the System and thus it moves to protect itself by birthing you to either the worst kind of parents of situations) then W is the false self, the masked existence when the ego is at the wheel and directs everything whilst you don’t suspect a thing. This phase I call Adulteration and its madness grips 81% of those on the planet as they read:

“Do as I say without question“.

Followed by:

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

And panicked. Folding in upon themselves and thus are very, very heavily invested in the illusion because its what keeps them disconnected from their pain and suffering which is then stuffed below the neck (remember the shaking head thing?) and manifests as aches and pains, tensions in the back, neck or rear end, joints that are stiff, stomach problems, psychosomatic ills and yes (eventually) real life medical bills as organs start to fail or get cancerous as a last ditch attempt to get your attention which most attempt to silence with the various forms of socially mandated escapism, as aided by the Devilish language which is almost entirely stripped of internal frames of reference in contrast to, lets say, Sanskrit. Truly these spells are programming languages and why it made the eighth and most decisive positions when it comes traits all Slaves possess that keep them in a position of ignorant weakness and thus suffering, even though they’ll deny this because they’re invested in the illusion that is designed to prevent them from realizing this.

It really is quite wicked, when you stop and think of it. And yet the thrill of conquest for those who reverse engineer the puzzle and transcend the tricks the Opponent brings are a reward unto themselves for only then can you say you’re truly playing and thats when you gain awareness of the levels aka 4Dxo which lays the path out for how to truly win as well as the things I’ve been revealing like the esoteric nature of the alphabet.

Actually, I want you to think about this. Better yet, feel it because whilst reading it your mind might have been reeling, getting distracted or telling you “This is stupid, why don’t we browse something else instead” whilst making you feel uncomfortable because you’re going against its programming and thus threatening its grip and influence over your awareness where it uses your ignorance as a weapon to perpetuate more suffering whilst handing you fruitless solutions that are designed to prevent you from realizing that the Opponent actually set up camp inside your head since a kid and has been steadily Adulterating you since and thats how you got in this predicament.

Comprehending this and realizing that it all takes place inside your awareness and others are actually projections of Self that often say or do what is inside and repressed in ways you have to deal with is a great way of getting to grips with your co-creator role in the Game because how many times do people say “She makes me so angry“. “It was all going well till he showed his face” and other such comments. That is how you spot a Slave as they react whereas a Warrior creates and chooses his response as he knows he’s dealing with something with ergo external antagonism or triggering means ignore the finger pointing at them and realize the three aimed within and there lies the true source of your problem, which usually occurred during the U, V, W process in which your true potential was getting buried under an X (the signposts to which are fear and dread as its the best way to keep it hidden from those who lack the strength and will to heed to the call to action it sings in the Psylense) whilst you were steady questioning Y its like this before your brainwaves dimmed, you disconnected from the flesh below the neck, abandoned the Three Kingdoms and allowed the same interloper in (aka the Opponent) who has mined your mind ever since to keep the Source energy flowing to feed its habit whilst leaving you drained from within and in a state of ignorance and suffering but unable to do nothing about it because you fell for the trick which is it pretending to be you pretending to be human.

I told you this level of the Game was difficult because they planted confusion within illusion then strapped it with a bow of delusion with a tag attached that that said:

“Do as I say without question“.

Followed by:

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

So most never unwrap the gift of the present moment, that once and fivever true Inner Sense which is the Self ever unchanging and constant throughout all dimensions as it is nothing less than an aspect of the prime, preexisting one I call the Psylense that the ignorant pretend to worship and acknowledge by generating noiZ instead. The same noiZ that created the voice in your head that deluded you into think you are them and controls your thoughts, deeds and actions with its pernicious influence that is designed solely to obscure the Psylense that is the true, divine inheritance of each who steps into this realm. Most abdicate quick and instead choose the booby prize of serving a life sentence kneeling at the feet of midgets as they’re scared to realize their own strength and power as true giants, multidimensional, which is why the amount of Warriors on the planet weighs in at 8% as they intuit the outline of what I’ve said without ever making it explicit due to the various traps mentioned designed to disconnect them from their inner realms.

Its also why of that 8% the most frequent thing that is said is “You’ve got all this talent. How come you’re wasting it? What I would do if I were you!” and other similar comments as to them the rides on the fun fair of life hold no thrills as they intuit there is something very wrong and its basis is within but no others feel their pain and they currently lack the skills to prevent it in a frame they can comprehend due to the nature of these spells and the ever present Opponent. Some of them wallow in madness, depression or other such mental ills which are actually symptomatic of spiritual problems and some part of them rejecting the programming which is so effective for 81% of the populace. A lot find themselves numbing the pain with crippling addictions ranging from drugs to alcohol as well as sex, or if that is not an option due to events endured as children, then excessive masturbation as well as things like compulsive gaming. A few are exceedingly driven and wish to buy in to the illusion they suspect is a delusion and they work really, really hard and often become super duper rich only to find life still feels exactly how it did back when when they used to dig inside their pockets and feel nothing but lint. At that point though they’re all in. “It simply has to be real” they say to themselves trying to convenience the Witness. “I did everything they said would bring happiness. I’ve got a fleet of cars, a private jet, top flight models in all countries just waiting for me to sex, celebs on speed dial and people idolize my actions”.

And yet they feel like crap. The dude of whom I’m spoke of and met was once a regular pleb, once upon a when, and he’d worked so hard to build this illusion of success that it hurt his false concepts of self immensely to hear me say this so if what you’ve read resonated inside your chest and you currently don’t possess anything of much worth in the material realm know that that is to your benefit as there is less holding you in to the delusion. Same goes with the addictions because they tend to vanish real quick when one purposefully strides upon the Path of Power and starts implementing the methods I’m sharing because its then they transcend the first two lines on the page of contents as this hits their awareness:

“Just kidding. The first two are an intelligence test and if you’re reading this then the Spirit is willing”.

And replaces the sadness with a grin as its a “Game on!” moment and thus they relish the challenge that comes with discernment and this:

“Feelings are real and thoughts are deceiving. Be careful what you believe in because everyone wants a piece of your mind for safekeeping”.

Becomes Self evident as they stroke their chin and sort through the various amounts of baggage and trash that was dumped in the fertile ground of their imagination as children and took root as weeds of ignorance to choke of their internal rose garden as they start the process of rebuilding and then this:

“The ultimate test is can you stay true to your Self whilst under immense pressure to acquiesce via threats, intimidation and tricks? See one and two for examples”.

Seems so obvious as they walk around with a spring in step, grin on lips and song in chest as the next logical event is to question:

“Who do you think you are? Why do you believe this?“

Which happens as they’ve reversed the Z and are now aware they were sleep walking in an entranced existence, have embraced their pain and suffering to liberate the Inner Sense buried beneath the X, seen the masked self that W presents as well as the sharpened V which was artificially induced by the the System and influence of those who were already held hostage by its presence and shared their level of emotional deadening that they’ve been shaking off via the reverse engineering the Path of Power brings until they, once again, are back in U territory and the multidimensional awareness this brings and where I’m currently sitting to type this missive.

Slaves will be dismissive as their false concept of self that they hold onto like a drowning man clutching a brick of delusion in the seas of illusion as delusion washes over his strained countenance will find these words a threat and most likely won’t have made it to the end due to discomfort they feel within which was artfully induced by their Opponent in order to prevent their realization of what I said as I outlined the way they were changed from a vibrant, living process into the processed, emotionally dead Adulterated awareness that languishes inside a rusty cell inside a dark corner of their head called the Mind Made Prison that they’re busy attempting to make nice and comfortable as they’re loyal adherents of the commandment:

“Do as I say without question“.

Followed by:

“Read any further than this at your own peril“.

And thus haven’t even got off the contents page of their own book of life that they write by reading whereas those of you who are nascent Warriors with either a strong resonance to what I said or a brief inkling of the embers of Inner Sense that still flicker within will be nodding your head as you hear the Psylense within that says “Yes, finally someone who tells it exactly how it is“. As always, it is said:

Believe not a thing I’ve shared until you reality test for Self as these are merely strong opinions, loosely held.

Till we meet again

Archetypes and Psychopomp

The gifts life presents to the one who pushes the pen are so immense that they are only equalled by my gratitude and respect for the entire process. Obviously, given the fact that I’m still quite ignorant to the whole sketch, there are times I gnash and wail about that and this but its par for the course, yes? Fall down five but leap back into action with a six is the script that I live ergo its a constant process of refinement. Todays topic is archetypes and psychopomp. Gurdjieff once stated that only when you are freed from internal influences to the external equivalents become Self evident and that is a pretty interesting thing as its exactly what lands so many schizos in the loony bin as they quiet part loud and attempt to eat desert before dinner has been presented. What do I mean by this? You tell me, I’m nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination in the end…

Jung, the ancient alchemist in psychological fancy dress, was the first to rediscover these things, most ancient, for he posited that modern man is akin to a set of fingernails on digits that are, mostly, ignorant of the palm that links. He dug across time and continents then found the same things just kept on popping up again and again. Like the flood, for example. This one really deserves its own spin for it truly does hint that something happened, back when, and we both repress and recollect which could explain, real well, the schism in the collective and individual for the skyfall event would certainly have you calling mother nature a…

Once again, what the West reps as fresh is but a stale derivative of its true origin and much more thorough comprehension in the East for they were aware of such things way before Moses had met Khidir and had his wig blown back an inch as it became self evident that the other Knew way more than he did. And yet, of whom is everyone in the modern realm familiar with? See what I mean, my friend? A great way of looking into this sketch is examining the Monomyth or why Star Wars is simply Hindu tales in fancy dress as they lifted massive bits from the Vedas (hint, hint) which actually deserves its own article so lets keep it basic and spin it back to Jung who was staring with his microscope and thought he did it big. Which he did, in a sense, as he gained insight into the realness in times of mass ignorance. So:

Archetypes and psychopomp aka the tools with which you wrote your script.

Every single one of us who steps into the Game and wears flesh thanks to inserting our Soul as a credit for this main attraction gets to build a character.

Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend! The above is a super simplistic rep of a topic that is so staggeringly complex that one can get sidetracked into all types of ignorance they may believe is wisdom. Kind of like the tree of life in that sense, arf, arf! Lets walk the Path in the middle that we create by putting one foot in front of the next, yes? Better yet, imagine a huge collection of records from which they’d sample a snare here, a drum loop there, maybe a quick riff and vocal hit which blends to create the life you imagine is “real” at the present. “Reel” would be way more accurate as it all follows a script that was etched in your subconscious by, you guessed it, the archetypes and psychopomp.

Living topside, as most are wont to, means you won’t have a clue on what I speak as its akin to the difference between fine dining and actually seeing what kicks in the kitchen. That is a pretty accurate ref because they take and blend a whole load of components to build a dish which you then, under the misnomer of “free will”, tuck in. For many this is perfectly acceptable. They do not notice that their name is above the door of the establishment and thus they don’t question why they pay for each step and yet call it “freedom”. Those who do get up from the pew and start wandering as a waiter comes in and asks if everything is correct, if they can furnish you some bread and if that fails they’ll turn the circuses up to ten. Lets say you resist and continue to persist and find your way into the kitchen. What you meet would flip your lid and that, my friend, is why schizo, schizo whilst mystics grin because they both came face to faceless with the grift that is needed to convince a god its “only human”. Soylent Green may be people but it doesn’t have a patch on this…

Now, Jung wasn’t the first to discover this but because he was White, and Western he gets all the press as the rest of those with melanin are classed as primitive “Ooga Booga!” dreck. Like how they brushed off the Dogon knowing about Sirius A and B as “One of ours must have told them secretly because the idea of fish men coming from the seas to teach them the secrets of reality is quite dim, isn’t it? Well, it certainly isn’t cricket!” they said as their troops scoured the lands for all they could filch. And yet, the Pope (who sells heavenly tickets and pushes a bulletproof whip which is a bit of a contradiction, isn’t it?) dons the same thing and nobody bats and eyelid. Thats because they’re sitting in the cheap seats of their own establishment, eating up the dregs then paying top belt as they’re second fiddle in the role of a lifetime which is mildly ironic, isn’t it? No wonder the immense need for show and tell, likes and following. They simply cannot accept themselves and thus need constant validation instead. All as intended. If you haven’t guessed I’m pretty certain this reality creation mechanism was corrupted, way back when, and that is why the world is how it is because its all intended and in perfect resonance. Because its artificial that means it needs a lot of waiters, running. I call them Slave/Masters. Each schizo, creative and mystic will, at one point, bump into them.

They know the sketch, are aware of the grift (in degrees or increments, never the whole thing) and sit there and grin because you may have been promised a meal of spectacular elegance but they warmed up some spaghetti hoops out of a tin and placed it on some stale bread and yelled “Din dins!” then watched you tuck in as they, in turn, helped themselves to what was your rightful sketch. No wonder they’d kill to protect, eh? You don’t have to be a card carrying member to get in. Oh no, but there is a reason why I dissed pimps, politicians and preachers for they’re doing the same thing and this goes back, way back, to the whole Jacob and Esau thing. If you’re astute you’ll draw a link between two seemingly disparate threads I’ve etched in this narrative which shows, real well, how the Empire never ended… But, lets get back on topic:

Archetypes and psychopomp is how you control billions whilst keeping them ignorant. It could be that my view is totally or partially incorrect as I have pondered why and how they got to the helm and the only logical conclusion is “You first teach them destruction as it comes so simple and, eventually, they will rebuild from the rubble once they’ve hit the floor as they’ll wonder about the ceiling” came floating in which really is quite interesting, yes? I mean, look at all of the “gods” we have linked with religions and see how their whims and mores are exceedingly human. Cross ref the Trickster myth (another archetype in full effect) and you’ll see why Plato said it was Cave hewn of pure ignorance that lights a flickering flame of lies in their midst which shadows, made big, of what is the “truth”, unchecked. He who doubts what they said is killed because they cherish the false illumination and comfort the tale brings without questioning why they’re hemmed in this contraption for they have not been to the surface and felt the sun shine upon them. In many ways he, in the tradition of the West, inverted what was with his own type of twist as its an underworld/overworld thing in which you may be wombling but it certainly ain’t free!

Gurdjieff said we’re food for the moon and this is so correct because people have been trained, well, to ignore what is right in front of them. Look, forget the fact that the tolerances for life are so razor thin that they all, somehow, seemed to balance to create a planet and life therein but lets just consider that A) no other planet has a satellite so immense, B) none of them ring like a bell when hit, C) the idea of a locked orbit that keeps a face hid is totally alien and E) it just so happens to match the size of the Sun, perfect, so eclipses can kick. There is more, way more, but I ref you to dig in to old time “Ooga booga!” myth as there were a people that said they lived before this Moon appeared to illuminate them… More to heaven and earth, my friend. Another interesting thing from the moustachioed mystic who dropped cryptic hints was how the archetypes and Archons were interlinked as one and the same which is something I’d concur with. Imagine:

You look at the menu and pick a dish that is marked as todays special. In your head you have a sketch of what to anticipate and taste then they drop a lukewarm salad with croutons made of Kryptonite in front of thee with a hot glass of water into which they squeezed some Smart Price grease. “Et, voila!” he says, with a flourish. Your photographic memory kicks in and you state “My good man, there must be a mistake as this was supposed to be free range eggs whipped into an omelette topped with creme fraiche and the freshest herbs one can get with a side of hot toast made from sourdough bread with lashings of fresh butter that was organic as well”. “Ah yes, my mistake” he says, with a grin. “Back in a minute!”. He lifts the plate, offensive, and floats back to the kitchen. At the exact same instance a whole load of flirty tourists come flooding in and, for some reason, they wish to sit at your table. Whilst you’re paying no real attention to him the waiter appears, behind and to the left, and says “Is everything to your liking, your compliments to the chef?” you nod and accept because the views are immense and the titties are titillating as thats what they do best as he dumps the same salad back again and, just like that, the sideshow done left and you get back to shovelling without ever questioning again.

In the kitchen the dish the cosmic delivery force sent with your name and address, all fixed, is being consumed by them. This is their entire racket and thus the showgirls they sent to ensure you were distracted and kept on gambling, even though its all a swizz. Its society may be a secret but trust and you’ll win big. Or so they said. Because if this is what they do to the rest can you imagine what is done to them? Now you see why they sweat, in and out of the kitchen… In the end, who cares? Apart from me, I guess. See, I, whilst developing, was a friend to schizos who saw within a kindred but different hence they hallucinated not in my presence. That, as you can guess, led to some interesting conversations but who knew, back then, I would wander into the same kitchen they did and, within, meet my shadow Self but, unlike them, I was nearly immune to its tricks. I say that because nobody can truly be prepped for what happens next and thus psychosis made perfect sense as modern life is akin to spreading a thin blanket over a volcano, active, then starting a picnic. People attempt to ignore the molten heat, blazing, the ground all shaking and things going to hell as they daintily nibble a cucumber sandwich (sans crust) so well. Why? Because everyone else is doing it. If you take a room filled with metronomes and start them off, ticking, they soon fall into a rhythm. We want to belong but as the experiment in this thread proves with aplomb, we are ridiculously easy to pimp.

Going against the grain isn’t something you develop, in general. You’re born with it. “He was always such a difficult kid” is often a great tell as is maladaptation and “Could ace the test but chooses to play the fool instead“. These are the people who wonder, intuitive, “I want to speak to the chef. Something is a tad sketch about all of this and why must I pay when its my name on the establishment?“. They may get deferred, tricked or pimped. Next time the menu comes they have their own pen and paper equipped and thus scribble down the list. Their meal arrives, its different. The waiter says “Oh no, you must be imagining things!” as he whips out another print that is specced with what he presents. “You’ve got more tricks than a clowns pocket” was said before the server in hell added “Or a DMT machine elf” under his breath, as he left, with a wink and grin. Don’t get mad at them, they’re simply playing the position of a downpressor doing what they do best hence it takes a nation of billions to hold back one childs Inner Sense. Not that they need that effort as their own parents will do it best as they, whilst miserable, can’t wait to make them just like them. But, that is another topic. One I’ve covered, elsewhen.

In a nutshell, the psychopomp uplifts to see past the archetypes and their tricks but, in the usual mode of inversion, those gobbledygook Greeks (or was it the Romans?) inverted all of this and were in league the with the demons (or daemons) as the ones to run with which brings us back to the topic because, once upon a when, the symbol of trident was most lavishly welcomed just like, right now, the Swastika is seen as something quite blessed and linked with a spiritual type of skinhead that intends to uplift and not kick your head in. Basically, if you can see the code of the Matrix you’ll click the grift as symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems instead and thats when things get interesting as the chef in hells kitchen is panicking because he doesn’t want you to click… What, exactly? Why spoil the surprise? Do the Knowledge, my friend, as second hand enlightenment is a much use as a man on an island of lesbians.

The best thing is that once you Know the Ledge you can reverse the tricks and reclaim your true inheritance hence this hypersigil I send into the web does just this from the wiles and mores of my crafty little friends that sit at the fringe to see what they can filtch from the golden child that I is. To them it is said that swift and severe judgement without relent shall be visited on any and all associated with every metaphysical manipulation of my resonance and/or actualization of my true Soul purpose. This is why your cronies and acolytes have faced some missteps in the plan to prevent my ascent, I’m just making it public as we progress because my mercy has limits and now we’re responding with the highest divine light justice instead.

Also, happy birthday Jesus! Today is the day my man originally stepped into the Game to whip some bacon off the rear ends of these selfsame grifters, back when. Look into it.

Ain’t much changed. But it will. Not because I said as I’m just the messenger whos about the Prime biz kicking straight Game to the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within.

Till we meet again

The Occult Influence of Egregores on Humanity

“I don’t know man, it sounds a bit complex and far fetched. Like, there are too many moving parts that need intense coordinates. Just look around, everything is a mess so if there was something so dense and elaborate then why don’t people know about it?“.

I told him that was the exact point and how it was built like this using the same model of politics which has the bird brained fighting over wings without clicking the link in the mid that profits from their ignorance. I mean, when has anyone you ever elected kept their promises? Better yet, who repealed what came before? None. Its the same script with another face designed to placate the plebs into thinking they have a choice in this. You don’t. You have owners, like Carlin said. The easiest way to comprehend the shadows depth is via gaining gnosis of corruption, corrupters and the corrupted whilst realizing you are in but no, for certain, this realm…

The first is a process that does not relent but because it is in no way shape or form natural it needs the ones in the mid to put the bid and start the contracted killing of Inner Sense. The latter – once Adulterated – will fight tooth and nail to deny this as they point at sacred texts, hold aloft signs and symbols or shrug and attest their “Life is pretty spiff and of what you’re talking I have no inkling nor wish to consider. Next!” says the voice in their head that they are certain is them. Does that make a bit more sense, my friend? I’m starting to comprehend that this all follows a sketch and intent that was etched, way back when, and unfolds over spans of time so immense that its mindbending. Let me put it into a simpler ref:

What you learned, whilst developing, became the bedrock of the persona you’re wearing. This is the mask, the (false) self you’ve heard me mention and if you’ve ever wondered why I place it in parenthesis you may just have clicked the reasoning. That and it likes to keep itself hid ergo it will never, ever state the obvious:

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

Thats the 8 billion Soul question, my friend.

Now, little you stepped in as a fount of Inner Sense that knew no limits but wanted to Know everything. Think about the difference between hearing someone else tell it then feeling it for yourself and you’ll demonstrate the Gnosis effect. Then compare this to movies, religion and domination of others living and you’ll see how each provides a step removed but is close enough, in a sense. If you’re wondering about the latter its due to people who enjoy controlling others often have none themselves. At its mildest this can manifest as the neurotic with OCD tints who likes things “Just perfect” and you’ll spot them at school as they always arrange their pencil case a certain way and you may just note that they tend not to sketch in their margins to assuage the boredom. On the flip, lets pretend we have someone else at another desk that doesn’t get the “Do what we say and we’ll provide affection” training they did and instead their home life is an unpredictable mess due to their parents status. This Soul will act out, do, seemingly, as he wishes, never, ever listen and constantly rebel against the System as his particular form of corruption caused him to reject any authority outside of Self as the praise was never coming but the whuppings were unending. Ironically, they are both the same thing as the former will put that work in for a nod and wink from the boss (who becomes a parental surrogate) whilst the latter may join a street gang filler with elder hoodlums and be determined to one up them.

As you can see, the family lineage carries their own wavelength of corruption and its quite irresistible because it forms the basis of your unconscious processing and nervous impulses. This is the secret reason why you start becoming your parents, saying the same things and generally surrendering your true identity to a version of the Egregore that lords over your lineage. If you are not aware of this spell and what kicks in the occult end, allow me to illuminate, my friend:

In this thread I spoke of the Bundle that we, each and every one, inherited from our parents. We were told not to look within, simply do as they did for it is tradition. Some of them recollect the weight as it was passed onto them and how they regretted said event but, eventually, it took over them and “Who am I to question?” popped into their heads by, you guessed it, that voice that isn’t them. These are the demons of the mind you’ve heard me mention and its something each schizo (or mystic) knows well as they come face to faceless with them and their methods of resonance. Stop and ponder this:

What are the odds, with pictures and statistics, of Bruce Lee filming a script in which a star was mysteriously shot on set then the same thing happening to his son, a generation hence, when his grandfather spent his life avoiding a demon that was chasing their lineage? Thats an Egregore, my friend. The evidence is all around but the most amazing thing is how they are built, used and deployed. Ever had someone switch from Android to Apple and hate it? Thats the Egregore effect. Its the same reason why people worship celebs as they latch into this thoughtform that is filled with the hopes of wish fulfilment and bucketloads of projection that holds the clique in common resonance which lets them do what they did as, in their ecosystem, it all makes perfect sense. Same thing for oath taking secret organizations that promise that and this as well as frats and the rest hence why they all communicate with signs and symbols that are invisible to those not in. Thats the difference between a mere fan and a Stan:

“Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain’t calling”.

Then sings as they dream of filleting their idol to drape their dead skin over their being so they can finally feel the sense of unity and closeness for which they’ve been yearning as it seems there is another Soul in this realm that comprehends and gets them. This is also why they say one should not meet their idols for what you expect (based on the Imprint + Egregore + Imagination imprint) never, ever ticks the boxes you expect and this is where the shift kicks and it goes from “I live for you” to “I want to see you dead”. Its a thin line, my friend. During all of this the person, themselves, is entirely ignorant of this process and how these lesser Archons are feeding on them as it feels so good to supply their energetic awareness to this process as it releases endorphins within that feel like safeness. See why its so hard to detect? Lets say the rebel without a pause, back when, leaves the street life for a bit and stops to introspect:

“Hmm. I hated my folks because they were addicts. I’m now barely a teen but chief, constant. The gang leader is our father slash big brother surrogate and we all look up to him because he’s totally solid and we’ve never seen him sweat. My girl is a sket who I hate to death but feel a sense of comfort from the agg that she brings. Where does this end?”.

Yep, you guessed it. By churning out another version of him.

See how seductive this imprint is? Now, lets pretend that the Soul in question had this moment of clarity and started introspecting. This can only happen in the present moment and the Egregore detests this (as does the (false) self) as they cannot directly access feelings below then neck hence they use them to suppress, deflect, manipulate and trick to make all of the rest seem super appealing. This is doing the Knowledge, my friend. So, he sits and reflects and finds that random pain in his neck is back again. He, realizing the sketch, becomes what the gang leader is to him and says:

“I hear you, I feel you, I’ll never leave you because you are me and together form we. What are you trying to share? I’m listening?“.

He sits, breathes, heaves a long suppressed sigh of relief and remembers the time his pops put the beats to him after he’d aced a test, back when, then sent him crashing towards the television set. This was all repressed but, from that moment hence, no more paying class attent as he started to rebel for the imprint was inked. He breathes and sees the straight lines, invisible, that lead to the gang calling to him. Projecting forward he sees where this ends and thus chooses different for he recollects an axiom about how the Titanic would not be sinking if the Captain had the inkling to shift an inch, back when, instead of aimlessly drifting.

The Egregore will not like this, one bit. It will act out via his friends, family and acquaintances to bring him back in check. Why is this? Because these thoughtforms look out for the next as they know, without man, they don’t get fed and whilst they’re fiercely competitive they know that one breaking free presents a potential problem for the rest ergo they’ll all do their bit:

“You know, you’ve changed. You ain’t the same”.

“What happened to you? Balls fall off or something?”.

“You used to be down for the cause, the first out the door. Now look at you. Pathetic”.

They will attempt to latch back in to his old habituated Patterns due to the need to get fed hence the spell “transcendence” literally says you’re ending a state of hypnosis of which most are ignorant. Lets say he remains Centered in Self and sees the Game for what it is and, somehow, finds a martial arts studio in in the ends and decides to sign in. After a while his amateur flailing fists become some honed weapons and thus when, in a last ditch attempt, his old friends decide to run upon him they are forced to rethink when he lays them out, super quick.

“Damn, how’d you do that?” some said.

He is now tapped in to another Egregore but this one is Self Constructive, versus Destructive. You can spot the difference because had he not learned Jeet Kune Do and picked Karate instead it would have been:

“No, this way is correct. Judo is a mess. Boxing? Pathetic”.

A simple way of looking at them is the combined intent and attention of generations and when it came to the art penned by Bruce it only had one rule:

“What is most effective?“.

Too many times great men birth amazing concepts from in the moment inspiration that, over time, become insipid or, at worst, total parodies of the intent. Buddhism (as its sold, en masse) is a great example of this and Christianity is so far divorced from the mindset of Jesus that its ridiculous but here is the thing:

Egregores can be weaponized with focused intent, repetition and symbols. They are just like human awareness, in that sense, except they don’t have a Prime connection and thus need to fill and happily kill the next to sustain itself. This is why this world is a mess and wars rage, constant. We are merely supply for a demand most refuse to comprehend even though the truth is all around them ergo there is the corruption (longstanding), the corrupters (with pious faces, calling upon tradition) and the corrupted (who inherit this internal OS and never stopped to check if it actually does what it says on the tin or even makes them grin).

Hopefully that illuminates a section of the darkness when it comes to invisible influences as the Egregore is to Archon as the Neg is to it. The wildest thing? Without you, none of this exists as they’re quite literally figments of your imagination. The astute reader will click what caused the “Terrible Twos” effect and the nightmares as well as certain “invisible friends” for nothing is hid from the eyes of wisdom that springs, full lit, in the mid once you’ve awakened the Warrior within… Do you know what the kicker is? These are the same things of Bible legend they called “Watchers” back when but the saddest thing is even the ones of beneficial intent have been corrupted due to the lay of the land, how it is, across the realm at present.

There we have the occult influence of Egregores on humanity and, as usual, I can’t wait for you to disprove it and reality test for I speak of my own gnosis which, to thee, is as much use as a man on island of lesbians so take this, instead, as inspiration to look within and peep the script you were previously ignorant you live as, ironically, you wrote, star in and directed it. This is why, time and again, I refer to the meta of upping your res as, at first, its hard to tell where influencer ends and the influenced begins but its telling how that spell carries a virulent infection in the mid, yes? This is why you rejected Mr Perfect, back when, as he just didn’t trip the switch for chaos and dysfunction you needed and now ye and your BBL are waiting, impatiently, for the sex robots to be unleashed which are just Egregores and Archons wearing flesh ergo the intelligence is not at all artificial but is, instead, super slick and deceptive hence why Jesus said:

“Know ye not that ye are gods ergo the Kingdom is within?“.

Before he waxed lyrical about principalities, most wicked, and loads of other things that modern religious adepts don’t get because, you guessed it, the Egregore has been corrupted. Just like them. Read this text to see what kicked when I dared to suggest that modern tech is the Antichrist in fancy dress, back when.

Till we meet again