I mean, its all there, right in front of them, yes? So if I spot the links, occulted, and speak on them how can that be a problem? Ultimately, I am the only Soul in this realm therefore I’m talking to figments of my imagination ergo its a Game of three halves, my friend… In order to keep things sporting I’m going to stick to the 81% Rule as I no longer need cross the line to see where it sits as I’m aligned along the Vertical Axis of transcendence. Still remember the purple skies and sun that never sets in a time that was endless and thus still present for only the moment truly exists. The first yogi dwells within my presence. Lifes greatest gift is the present and its a pleasure to unwrap it on this stage most treacherous as it keeps things interesting.
We’re all playing parts, in the end, during and beginning. Its why you get the SJV as it powers the uptick and ascent from matter to Spirit after being consumed, ejected and thus born again in order to learn a lesson. Ironically, we aren’t that different in the end as you did the same to me and thus reminded that I too am an immortal. Except I’m protected by the truth, everywhen, with no obligations or conditions. In each age, constant. Forms may shift but the function remains, identical. Maybe thats why I suspect we’re within a fractal which is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo there is but one thing (itself no “thing”) that is everything… Its quite fascinating though, that is for certain as each day I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the unfinite glory of Inner Sense that is me, in and beyond the flesh. An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists and is akin to the eternal flame of illumination that motivates me to push the pen and kick the ballistics in times of wholesale ignorance for when you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception. Some may call that enlightenment but we both know there are two forms of illumination at present ergo the one who learns to discern the difference makes all of this as only one is eternal, unconditional and thus the Prime resonance of the highest wavelength:
The intent of this text is to render clearer what was said, back when, about how there is obviously a side that sends prophets with a message to spread and how there is another team, closer at hand, that kills them dead then sets one against the next to profit from conflict. Really ponder this at depth, my friend, and it may just become Self evident that there is more to this sketch than Show & Tell ever said. I mean, just look around and the constant rivers that run red and how the few who own everything steal from those with less than nothing. Not to mention why your childs glow dims after having spent some time interned in their local camp of concentration. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put together the bits but the question is why you don’t spot the links? The answer is the hand they hid that plays all the tricks whilst you’re busy following the other the magician flourishes.
Movies are encoded transmissions of gnosis.
From whence comes the creative aspect? Ask any musician with a drug in their veins or the artist who rose at Two AM with a completed vision in his head as well as Doc Brown slipping on the porcelain to see a design in his mind he simply had to manifest. Haven’t you ever pondered how there are obviously two speeds of consciousness, at the min? Consider how you can fill in a whole world, immense, behind lids closed in the PM as your eyes move with the speed of a sprinter on amphetamine and its obvious something kicks, yes? Same with intuition that delivers a full clip of gnosis that then can take a lifetime of decoding and implementation. There is another thing I share, for your consideration:
The subconscious mind cannot tell the difference between what is real, dreamed or imagined.
Just check this text about having a pretend lemon on deck then ponder the bigger pic and what it hints at as they continually assail your senses with a well orchestrated PR blitz that is designed to make things shift in tiny little increments. Check it:
What we are speaking on today is not the super obvious, as mentioned, but a more subtle undercurrent that has ran through art in all forms since da Vinci spilled the ink and spoke on metaphysical things via his Vitruvian Man or Michelangelo and the human brain which thoughtfully displayed the hemispheric differences in a way that was as blatant as subtle because its the eyes of wisdom take in what is missed by the ignorant. I don’t mean this as a diss, just stating an observation and what come next is something you are free to agree or disagree with as its just my perspective which is, as always, a loosely held opinion of some strength:
If the brain is constantly assailed with the same message from different things it creates a standardized expectation of its resonance. Take aliens, for example. The universal gray first popped onto the world stage in fiction ranging from Follingsby to Wells then Crowley himself who he said spoke to him after conducting a magical ritual which many do dismiss but I find of interest as it was his friend that went on to build jet propulsion engines which took man to the moon. Or so its alleged. I jest, I jest! But only a little bit because just as Nineteen Sixty had kicked Barney and Betty Hill went and got themselves abducted by aliens who looked exactly as said. What a coincidence! After this it was open season and there was a massive uptick in the whole “visitors from outer space” thing. In case you think this is a stretch, consider this reference:
In Nineteen Fifty Seven the Three Faces of Eve hit the screen and unfolded its depiction of MPD that was based on reality. After this there was an immense uptick in the presentation and diagnosis of said thing across countless offices of medical professionals. Isn’t that interesting? When Top Gun did its thing the military recruitment wing rubbed its mitts with glee as a they had loads of new cannon fodder to feed to the war machine. The Queens Gambit has chess sets flying off the shelves. Flashdance generated a blip of off the shoulder sweatshirts and there was a clownfish shortage after Nemo did his thing. Still finding an element of denial in all of this? Take a pad and pen, write a timeline sketch of past events then fill in exactly how much did Hollywood influence your mindset, fashion and the rest. I’ve asked this question to countless and the answers are of interest as some start to comprehend the manipulation, invisible. I mean, how many people did the CIA funded trend of Gangsta Rap kill as it simultaneously filled private prisons as well? Why were Snoop and Dre yelling out brands owned by Seagrams who then owned the distribution of the label they repped and shares in incarceration as well? The links are Self evident once you start to dig as the money always spins to a limited clique that exert a massive influence through the power of consolidation and such things. No tinfoil needed.
We will soon begin to pick apart these woven threads and see the hints that were sent to proliferate in mass consciousness but, as your starter for ten, I wish you to consider an obscure black and white flick entitled Metropolis from way back when:
More than any other clip this piece of science fic has had its images and concepts made eternal as they were constantly refreshed in the collectives awareness via things as obtusely linked as Karl Lagerfelds fashions, countless musical starlets and more movies at which you can shake a stick. The underlying premise? A dystopian future in which the rich live in comfort at points of elevation whilst the poor toil beneath them in a land where even time is manipulated. Add in a messiah that was promised and a robotic agent provocateur thrown in the mix plus there is so much occult symbolism that its no wonder we’re about to live in what was outlined, back when, and that, if nothing else, should make one question the narrative because you’re encoded or decoding in this realm. One folds out, blooming, whereas the other turns in and thus houses a thirst, unquenched, that constantly craves another hit as well being told who to keep up with and what is on trend and isn’t.
Just consider how James Dean played to a T the rebel without a cause motif that caused countless to dress and pretend like they truly didn’t give an F as well as Audrey bringing the little black dress to the helm for ladies that want to impress the leading men. Sex & the City made expensive shoes the in thing and set the ball rolling for a lot of cat ladies in training and even Wallace and Gromit made cheese sales rocket so there is obviously something kicking, yes? Toy Story Two bought Etch A Sketch back from the brink as well and Groundhog Day made a local event into a worldwide thing that saw the turnout rocket from a couple of thousand to numbers, immense, and rising. Now take this whole thing and make the tool of influence fit into your fist as they tell and sell which lifestyle you should keep up with and the rest from a witch in fancy dress and tell me if the spells and rites, ancient, were not effective or were they purposefully hidden and rebranded for the next age? It is telling that went Jung dove in to his own subconscious realm he nearly flipped his lid at what seemed to be a rich, valid and vivid dimension that exerted a massive influence and seemed to be totally independent of his default observation, yet was obviously woven in.
Imagine if you could take control of this? What type of world would you build? Would you let them see what is right in front of them and terraforming their inner realms or keep it secret and continue pumping in the same message and narrative told via a million different threads that, crucially, pass through the same hands before they make it your awareness? And yet, none dare call it conspiracy… Come with me as we unravel these knots and unweave the narrative to examine the elements and influence as well because the main thing with a magic trick is its never as impressive when you pimp the pimp but it is most elucidating as one really starts to think. You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and with that said its worth wondering why schizophrenics are the only in the realm that don’t fall for false images in their head. Isn’t that the tell that there may be more to heaven and earth, my friend?
Either way its super interesting, yes? Also, the economy as we know it will finally collapse in on itself as they usher in the way for a digital biometric way of farming engagement as you run the treadmill in your Twenty Minute City from one life to the next… It always pays to note what remains constant, my friend. Like how you’re obviously that which listens and not the chatter in your head. But, shh, they won’t tell you this as it ruins the immersion. Like the coming Feelie tech which will the app that draws them in to be linked to the Innernet as they no longer view the black mirror from a distance but it interfaces, direct, with their neurons. PKD predicted a lot of this which is quite a fascinating topic for pondering. I also mentioned the whole “AI images look just like dreams” thing and how that links in with Reddit based datasets and Magic Eye pics from back when.
Instead of rushing to defend, question why you feel offense.
Like I said in this article about a dude with a giraffes head, the dog of ignorance that got hit would not be hollering via your lips if what was expressed isn’t correct. In the end I’m trying to give you a hint of how slick the (false) self is because once you’ve seen it you’ll never be fooled again. As long as you maintain constant vigilance as its the habit of a lifetime that fits like a second skin. People rush to defend their ignorance whilst shoring up the bondage that keeps them within the grip of what they detest but they’ll decode liberation as a threat then yell “Death to the infidel!” which makes the rivers of blood flow red. Just as the Archons intended…
Imagine there is a machine that sells unconditional self acceptance for five bucks a hit. You step in, feeling a mess, flip the switch and leave with a grin and brimming with confidence. What happens when the device breaks? Will you get the shakes? Feel some dread? Put a rope around your neck and call it quits as what you suppressed via this tech came roaring for attention? See what I mean? Now, imagine you stepped within, back when, then went home to think:
“Hmm, my biophysical markers have all shifted. I can feel an immense difference in terms of resonance and embodiment as my breath is at ease, that twinge from my neck has been released and my awareness seems to have dipped from the left hemisphere of my head and now dwells more in my chest”.
Congrats, you’ve just penciled a sketch that will assist in Knowing the Ledge because when the chemical bliss fades and you’re back in the shade you can extended your respiration a little bit and attempt to retrace the steps you gained from the hit. Along the way you will find some obstacles. Like the memory, preverbal, or being taken off the tit before you’d had your fill or the time your prize artwork went in the bin after a load of lip service etc etc. Deal with this mess. This is how you gain true enlightenment, my friend. Then you won’t need the machine. Let the fools get their fill as they’re set adrift on chemical bliss and miss me with that:
As its the same reaction as baby, sans pacification. Once you comprehend we’re inside a fractal that is predicated upon your consciousness collapsing and folding in then behind edited, projected and misrepresented via the flesh you are wearing things become Self evident as you get how and why these things do what they did. I mean, see what I said about drugs easing your breath? Go and reality test it. Note the habitual Patterns of tension I’ve termed the Pane Body and how it melts (for a bit) after you’ve taken your hit but then comes right back again when the afterglow dims. It is akin to being a man with a miniature endowment who straps on a strap on, hallucinogenic, that is temporarily attuned to his flesh so he can finally give it the big un and have the girls all quivering. He forms an elevated version of the (false) self that constantly needs reinforcement hence the day tripper effect as he attempts to deny the reality that is. For the inversion of this check out this thread about the island filled with lesbians and it may offer an immense hint why we formed via deuterostome resonance. Consider that next time you call someone an asshole as you disagree with them or state they’re full of it. There is a darker aspect to all of this I’ll allow you to ponder for yourself when it comes to the favorites pass time of the rich and powerful…
The world is a dark place, my friend, and this is due to the mass acceptance of ignorance as wisdom with sticky plaster quick fix that doesn’t change a thing. I mean, why do you think modern medicine ignores the root cause to treat the symptoms whilst bringing a load of side effects as well? Its a hint about how imbalanced the realm is. A dude once went for a chiropractic correction (which is a total swizz, BTW) and suddenly realized that what he thought was standing straight was actually holding an angle. Imagine this. He had went through his life convinced it was one way but, in reality, it was something else. Over the course of a month or so the habitual Patterns crept back in as this quick fix ignores the Pane Body and underlying tension that caused said manifestation. Then we had a conversation:
“Seeing as you lean, unconsciously, to the front left I’d hazard a guess to say your time in development was either stressed or you didn’t get on well with your maternal aspect”.
His jaw hit the floor as he said:
“Yes. How did you guess so correct? From the first trimester till the early C Section it was ass over tit but my relationship with my mother is perfect”.
He sketched a timeline, spoke to the child within, then came in waving a notebook filled with angry red ink:
“Look. Look at this! How does he know what I don’t recollect. I refuse to believe it. You’re a charlatan. This is some kind of trick. My relationship with my mother was and is perfect”.
His subconscious said different as it listed events in which he never felt wanted, was second guessed, passed over or manipulated. All of this was missing from his timeline sketch which linked ten years, developing, into an edited reel of around five events. When pointed out he didn’t think anything was amiss so I suggested he ask the child within when he felt the opposite of what he recollected. Then the ink spilled. See, this is the secret cause of back pain and most of the aging myth because the more you suppress the less light can manifest which means you’ll cling to your coping mech instead. I never saw said chap again. It happens hence why I’ve said only 8% of the realm are truly capable of Knowing the Ledge. The rest would rather flit on counterfeit wings that, soon enough, will be replaced by silicon equivalents as there are plenty of robots for sexing as the loneliness veil is lifting. But at what cost? That is the question, my friend. Why did they design the realm like this? Simple, no one would accept fakes if they were really real themselves so instead of rushing to defend, question why you feel offense because, in a few, they’ll label this train of thought something phobic and eradicate from the map of common knowledge as anyone who states different from the Current Thing will be worse than Hitler himself as they rush to the defense of a force they don’t comprehend but pimps them to death then back to life again… With a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in so you remember to forget that one essential thing:
In case you haven’t guessed, I have a dim view of the forces at the helm of this stage of the simulation but, then again, its all designed like this ergo things are in perfect balance because the more aware the people get the easier it is to transcend hence the whole materialist mindset that was hammered into heads via two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” that was followed with the “Keep up” trend and the rest you know so well. Its a multidimensional attack on your innate wisdom. Thats the only way they can convince a god in the flesh they’re “only human”. Anyone who takes a trip will attest that there is a point of much mirth and merriment where they giggle without end and yell “I get it! I get it!”. How many of these psychonauts can grasp that resonance in a way that is lived once the afterglow dims? For most it is akin to a dream that once felt vivid and now is gone with the wind so they light up another rip/hit/whatever they wish and chase the feeling. Anything you run after is a tacit admission you don’t possess it, my friend. I know, full well, that this entire realm exists within my consciousness (you included) and, without me, none of this could kick as I have gained the gnosis which says:
Note, this isn’t cutting and pasting anothers quotables as that is quite wack as well because that may be their mind, full tilt, as it slaps against the ceiling of enlightenment but you should set your own mark and enforce it. You’ll note religion is the opposite of this with its whole cult of personality thing but that is another topic as there was the exoteric for the plebs and eso for the initiates. For some reason the swathes of ordinary people seem to really detest that turn of lex. Pleb, that is. I find the shape of its sound most interesting as it seems to drip from your lip then land ass over tit, inverted, before sliding along the path of least resistance. Quite apt, yes? Anyway, who am I to tell you a thing? Nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination, my friend. Call it crazy wisdom, if you wish, or yell that I’m an infidel. It makes no difference, in the end, because I see each of you as ways of eradicating my ignorance because if something external is capable of triggering then that offers a hint about events from back when that need to be processed within.
Drugs and excessive meditation bypass all of this as you’re just sliding your bills into the machine that gives you a hit before calling you back in. How many apply the things they learned when sober or off the mat and in this realm? Thats why I pushed the pen, my friend, as I noted that this shift in masks was nigh on invisible for most caught up in the mix and thus my intent, as always, was to assist your liberation from the clutches of ignorance that stick like an old habit aka the predator of consciousness. Gain gnosis, disregard everything else.
Slave/Masters hate him due to this one weird trick!
The life you currently live is akin to a Hip Hop record that samples bits and riffs from other spins to create your present incarnation hence why some people step in with special skills that need nothing to develop and its also hints why some cultures may draw you in even though you were raised believing other things. More to heaven and earth, my friend. What else? Well, the bobo was kicked on how all of this is a simulation that you play after inserting your Soul as a credit to gain the skin you’re wearing and the best way to click what I said is by upping your res as most people decode life on an old black and white TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in that totally mangles the transmission. Imagine for a minute you upgraded to Two Forty P instead? The leap is immense, yes? All the details you missed are now right in your face and that makes perfect sense as you get that consciousness is everything and that is who you truly is. Not John of House Smith or any other mental gymnastics as you’re the thinker, thinking and thought all in the same instance. By changing the context the content reveals what was always present, just waiting for you to comprehend the beautiful elegance of it all:
The bigger question is why don’t you know this? Methinks its got something to do with two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” programming, back when, hence if you’re the divine in the flesh does that make school a tool of the Devil? Oh yes! Whilst you’re pondering these things you may wish to wonder why nobody else seems to have noticed that early AI images looked like dream scenes and how both glitch out at rendering fingertips…
Some of you have noted that there have been gaps between me tapping the keys and you reading screens in comparison to back when. This is intended. Its not part of some trick or such thing for I have too much respect for those that share their attention with me. No. It is something far more intricate:
The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension.
There are no strangers nor enemies in this realm for all are friends or teachers in fancy dress. At its most basic element it means that I am them and they are me, reflected aka figments of my imagination that are conspiring for me to awaken. Between the Prime from which we sprang (and are aspects of, in the flesh) there are forces in the mid that play their roles as well. Think of it as resonance. We are of the true light and thus yearn to reconnect. They are drawn to its absence instead. That is the matter with Spirit, my friend. Each has its own intelligence, form and function as well. Can sugar taste its own sweetness or does it need to build lips and a tongue to bring the sweet nectar of perfection into the highest state of expression? What if there is a moment of perfect balance, of realization, if you will, in which the seeker comprehends it is the seeking and what is sought – all in one instance? That glimpse of bliss is a hint of the eternal thus one can only deconstruct perfection into chaos, comprehend? Even that is intended for such is the cosmic dance to which we move and swing. Have you ever considered the symbolism of the trident, my friend? Its worth considering for one splits into three and that may just be the key behind every mystery and religion there ever is, was and will be…
I just wanted to thank you.
You. Yes, you, the one reading now. You’re pretty cool, you know? You may think:
“He doesn’t know me. Avast with this phony pandering!” but the truth of the matter is I know you really well for you are just another aspect of me, made manifest. I once used the metaphor of mercury to assist a man that was about to tip into the ocean of insanity. I told him to stare at his face in what reflects and how that was an apt metaphor for a singular consciousness made manifest as the myriad in this realm. He got it and thus averted depot injections in the rear end and became a mystic instead. Funny how that happens.
Anyway.
The lone coal screams in the darkness for the rest of the Souls around him that are wrapped in the same base carbon resonance don’t seem to detect the pressure that won’t relent but chases him since he stepped in. Time does its thing and, one day, he shines like a diamond. The problem now is they don’t comprehend his resonance. Some wish to ostracize. Others envy his presence. Many are compelled to form links with the bling as they find his shine so attractive. And yet, when he speaks they rarely get as they have not (yet) tread on the Path which one creates by taking steps. You, by virtue of reading this, have and will otherwise you would not have made it to this juncture. With that said:
There are no strangers or enemies in this realm. The people you incarnated with have been around you for ages. Not all of them are the same level and none will make the same progress. Like trees shed leaves so the fresh can bud again we are a process in full effect so be like the air which grasps not the bird that floats within but simply enjoy its presence and lament not its absence for it is simply a gift for all dwells within your consciousness and thus you are it, my friend:
An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that created this realm that can seem like heaven or hell until one clicks they are the still point in the mid and this unfurls the vertical axis. I just wanted to thank you and say I believe in you and know you will win because you are made this way and thus its all to gain so be not lessened by lessons that once had you stressing as that is merely the coal being alchemized in higher realms to the diamond body can shine bright and ascend to act as a beacon to the rest in times of darkness. Fear not a thing for that is the greatest illusion which brings the thrill to the rollercoaster of this realm for matter without Spirit is not a thing but, imbued with its intelligence, it tends to develop a mind of its own; Mercury, reflected.
The wisdom of the heavens speaks in mans essence but even that is a mere riff on the ineffable presence I’ve termed the Psylense which is the primal tongue in which the most divine script never writ was first penned and one can read at any time they wish simply by attuning to its resonance. Achieve this in the flesh and you gain transcendence which is a hint that hypnotism is the thing, yes? Combine this nascent gnosis with the holy ghost of LSD trips that each baby comes with, standard equipped, and you may just comprehend how the Soul shifts from one spin to the next, gains a new story in an old head then ejects and reskins to do it all again for reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction. Like I said, matter and Spirit aka the whole heart and feather thing for thoughts are electric but feelings, magnetic.
From bliss, I came. In bliss, I am sustained. To bliss I shall return after this, my last sojourn in this realm. I don’t need a thing from you but have plenty to give for my cup overfloweth with the nectar of gnosis. Like the lips that were built to taste the sweetness, don’t let these seeds fall on the barren dirt of your concreted over consciousness but, instead, till those fields of ignorance and feel what underpins the sentiment. Feed and nurture this. The true muse is within. Anything else is akin to a spiritual Etch A Sketch whereas I’m wearing custom threads woven of ethereal silk as I paint word pictures in your chest. You can do this as well for thou art an aspect of me in other flesh hence why ancient civilizations did greet with bowed heads and palms pressed at pecs. We, these daze, believe what we can see and feel and thus a singular grip doth extend which, itself, is a hint of how far the race has fell but just because they’re running laps around a loop that paves the highway to hell and a heaven of make pretend where man meets silicon doesn’t mean you must partake or accept their invitation:
There are a great many things in this realm of which a wise man may choose to remain ignorant. On the flip, there are a few gifts that are essential for any aspirant:
Breathe.
Its a pretty spiffing thing, don’t you think? Done to excess with circular links and one swiftly trips the light fantastic and undoes the hypnotic trance to get back to be baby brain aka deprogramming. Yes, its a slower lift but the effects are cumulative. Like doing ten press ups, ten squats and ten sit ups on the reg. Compare the mode, mind and flesh of one who maintains this discipline from the moment they gained conceptuals versus one who skipped this step, satiates the flesh to excess then injects a massive dose of Tren and pumps iron without relent for a few summers flex. The difference should be Self evident, yes? One possess a quiet strength that only increases, without limit, whereas the other goes beyond that which most can comprehend but then oscillates to the other end:
Constantly missing that state of equilibrium. This is the difference between bloom and bust, my friend, and the realm, at present, makes saccharine seem attractive for they mimic what they cannot best then make it seem oh so perfect. The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension but before you can see what it is you must accept the filth that cakes your third eye, currently hid. Scrape this off and you’ll get my drift so spread your wings and fly, high beyond the surly limits of ignorance for one doesn’t become good by fighting evil but by not feeding it so it must, in the end, consume itself. On the flip, if there a light, unfinite, it would need the darkness of limits to best share its gifts ergo there are layers to all of this and it just so happens you’re reading this tome of luminescence on a stage most dense so it is what it is:
Perfect.
The true beauty of this world may be beyond your comprehension but if, like me, you are willing to admit your ignorance I’m certain you’ll see it as well and then you may be inspired to share your visions which make mine seem like mere rudiments for without you to Witness the potent remains latent which is akin to a tree falling in a forest with no ears to actualize the resonance so take this gift, process and shift, stretch across a canvas and paint a picture of a sun that never sets against skies of a purple tint in which the music of the spheres is heard, up close and personal as the people don’t walk and talk but dance and sing instead. Where “Each one, teach one” is the mindset and our conflict was of the intellect with the intent of uplifting the next by highlighting something just beyond what they could currently comprehend as these rising tides of collective consciousness insured each gen was better in tune with the unfinite… James said that blind men can see it and its telling the song has no words because it hints that Stevie did and thus he penned this composition to render explicit his third eye visions:
From the depths of my Soul via the Prince in the flesh: I wish you all the very best along with the strength to excel in the face of every test as you remember, my friend, that you are the shine within the diamond that can never be dimmed for you are unfinite, eternal and pre-exist.
Authenticity is something that was huge way back when I was putting my bit in as another wild jit. Being a biter (or worse a shark ie someone who just chomps anothers vibe entirely and shamelessly) was called out, in an instant, for each had their own flex. Why? Because it hints that the outer not matching whats within and we were all about realness and the definition of Self by Knowing the Ledge.
The Opponent in human form can present themselves with the grin of a friend whilst carrying a heart full of larceny that prays and prays for your end and its essential to spot the tells if you wish to stay 8 steps ahead. Not quite as dramatic as someone who borrows your flex and passes it off as an original creation but the resonance is identical because if you whipped up almost something from almost nothing and were doing it big the whole point of that was it came from within. To see another, especially one in your circle, jock riding was morally dubious and down right offensive really because back in the Nineties originality was king.
Was talking about this recently with a friend as we were discussing fashion and how the Game has changed immensely since when we were jits as the way people buy clothes has been flipped on its head. Back then there were three, maybe four small independent boutiques in town that catered to the fashion forward and they were ran by enthusiasts who had skin in the Game, wanted to get paid and innerstood their clientele so they got a handful of each piece in which ensured what you copped was fresh, limited and unable to replicated by anyone else. Contrast that to nowadays with the whole fast fashion flex that leads to seeming glitches in the Matrix like this that just signal how people are way more linear than back then:
It wasn’t even about being expensive as at that point the huge logo wave hadn’t kicked off yet and it was primarily about the quality of the fabric, how it fits and – most importantly – how you rocked it because, as any young man plugged in to the social circuit will attest, you did what you did for female attention. Trust, if men could bag women without shiny things we’d be walking around in potato sacks tied with an extension cord sleeping in a cardboard box and still hitting skins. Well that is a bit extreme but you get my point. Like the peacock with its shiny feathers that signal “Look, I’ve got it going on so much that I can afford to be as extra as this with no Fs given” your style spoke before you said a thing. Its amusing how this drive for the top tier has always been primed in women and the net amplified it and took it to another level. Throw in the constant thirst and validation and you’ve got a lot of below average, bringing nothing to the table women thinking they are deserving of something not just exceptional but rare beyond belief. Mind boggling really and that all ties into authenticity because one who is real doesn’t feast upon the invisible meal of delusion that society pretends is filling as their stomach is rumbling but they’ll accept nothing less than what they’ve been programmed to think they can get.
The playing field was far smaller back then as you weren’t competing against the whole world at her fingertips. Just the rest on your street, the club or social environment and therefore if you did something and it was working you were real proud of it because you it was an original creation that came from within. You could extend this beyond your style to vibes, lines and the rest because the whole point of being you in all your awesomeness was that it couldn’t be replicated, replaced or erased from her brain once you’d opened the gates. The imprint was set and mark created and enforced in her awareness of “Yeah, he’s cool but he isn’t…” and that was the generally unacknowledged but underlying drive to being authentic.
Now, I’m not saying everyone did this. I had quite an different kind of circle because birds of a feather flock together and when the name of the Game is conquest you’ll see some of your team do the craziest things that work because its just them being them. These days you see very little in the way of innovation but plenty of imitation as people want to be like someone else and thus negate themselves whereas back then it was “How can I take what I’ve got and flip it to my best advantage?” and that meant creativity was a given as you had to work with the limited options that were available. I see it all the time when I walk along the street as its obvious there is a dearth of personality these days and a whole load of imitation instead. Definitely think the net had a lot to do with this because society has always been obsessed with trends but the level and intensity to which its magnified now is crazy as people cut up their flesh and other such things in order to mimic whoever everyone says is the end all be all of the moment.
Not saying we were immune to all of this but it wasn’t as OD as it is now where most people are interchangeable as they say, think and do pretty much the same as everything else and this is the true point of the topic:
What we expressed on the outside was a reflection of our preference and vibe from within. The whole town may be wearing high tops with a fade but you went with lows and let it hang. This is what I’m saying. It extended to so many things and it made conversation very interesting as people would pitch in with wild tangents that made perfect sense to them and the repartee would have you rolling as it was so unpredictable. Things like this, to those who Witnessed them back then, show how that creative spark that burned so bright within was steadily dimmed and totally extinguished as people instead took their cues, wholesale, from the web as the whole world plays a huge Game of Simon Says as their actions pave the information superhighway to hell.
Look around right now and you can tell exactly who someone is from their musical tastes to political preferences and the rest without them saying a thing just based on the image they’re projecting. Better yet you could write down a few talking points on a card with a pen, go over and spark a conversation and I bet you’d end up ticking over eighty percent of the checklist as they’d shoehorn them in as a way of signaling who they are. This is so fake. So inauthentic and yet people don’t know the difference and grab onto these symbols like they are life itself but that is as crazy as going to restaurant and eating the menu that has the food listed on it because you’ve confused the label for the imperience. The map isn’t the terrain but those who can be tricked to think this way are easily led and fleeced as the shepherd giggles with glee at those who are getting flocked mercilessly.
This is what happens when authenticity is left in the dirt as people walk around thirsting for the real without knowing its within due to the layers and layers of blockages and limited thinking they’ve been trained to accept as a virtue to be championed. This is primarily due to echo chamber effect of finely tuned algorithms that allow streams of strangers from all over the world to coalesce and take their viewpoint as true as they verify their bias, feel reassured and then set off on a crusade of vengeance on those who dare think different. Know why that is?
Because real recognizes real as it nods its head in respect just as fake knows another of the same and runs screeching at the implications of this in regards to this castle and kingdom built upon the shifting sands of the Current Thing. Its a one way ticket to misery and the anger you see overflowing as triggered people scream and act like little kids is actually a vent to prevent the realization of them living the life inauthentic. Its why you see people cling to movements and labels to define themselves like a security blanket. Because they, on some level, feel an absence within but due to not being able, wanting to or having never considered it they look to the web which welcomes them with open arms. Just as the spider who spun it intended.
Look at those who preach peace, tolerance and acceptance and then contrast how little of it the posses for anyone who doesn’t think, act and behave exactly like them. Look beneath the veneer of countless movements, both ancient and modern, and you’ll notice the cracks of splits and division that are reflective of this mask they wear which isn’t a face and how its presence chafes their real skin which is kept hidden. To offset this anxiety they rail and scream at anyone who provides a vent and allows them too keep investing in the facade they desperately want to believe in.
Don’t expect logic or reasoned conversation where they consider your points and take it in. No. This is just a redux of the Crusade mentality, or better yet, the witch hunt trick:
“Lets dunk her in the water repeatedly and if she dies our suspicions were correct and if she lives then she’s definitely wicked”.
Someone, somewhere will point out something in the narrative that they don’t agree with and boom, just like an old splinter of the mind is given a fresh existence and the age old divide of us against them comes out of hiding look to feast upon those who can’t see the truth that is so obvious to the rest.
You could argue that this drive is hardwired into modern humans and in a sense I would agree but the flames that come from these embers are fanned by inauthenticity and the complete and total disconnection most have from their internal realm. This is the true pandemic and its been raging unchecked as its actively encouraged by the Slave/Masters because people fighting among themselves equals no one rising up against them as their slowly slowly approach with plans that span millennia are pulled off without a hitch because people can’t see through the distraction.
Back then this was far easier to see and we laughed at the attempts of social manipulation that were first being bandied around as “politically correct” because it was so obvious what they were doing. Now its became the standard. Remember what I said about your Opponent planning in generations whilst you are trying to get yours in this moment? See how easy it is to fall for the trick when you lack perspective?
I’m not downplaying anyones movement, issues or grievances. Yes, I know from first hand imperience the world is a wickedly intolerant place that feels much like a living hell to those who wish to assist in generating a shift to make it more pleasant but this is also a double edged weapon as it creates a frame of zeal within which to operate in and people can be manipulated to do the craziest of things against those who they feel are less than human for not agreeing one hundred percent with them on everything. Actually, lets take it back to the previous example where one method of thinking takes over the entire world but lets remove the splintering:
The entire Earth is in agreement. People are so in sync that they actually blink in unison. There is no more discussion because its simply not needed. Everyone knows the truth, its obvious. There is no fighting. No tension and no stress. Does that sound like heaven or hell?
The simple truth is that at our collective level of devolution and disconnection from the inner realm absolutely nothing would happen and the society that was built would collapse in on itself as there is no interplay of yan and ying in such a level of stasis. From these ashes would arise certain factions that exert their dominance over the environment that weave tales that glorify them and their ways as others disagree and people get to fighting until through all this friction they invent flat screens and stripy toothpaste as they dream of ever inventive ways to kill their earthbound comrades.
Even that is being eradicated real quick as their parents and the System rapidly tells them what to think and not how to. That is the crucial difference. Just look at those virtue signaling posts that clog up socials as people inauthentic share recollections of events that didn’t happen in which their three year old kid just happens to say something that chimes perfectly with their favorite talking points and then consider the intellectual level of the human equivalent of clapping seals clicking that like button when they know damn well its as fake as them.
In the land of make believe the truth is a huge threat and there is a reason why only the child could see the Emperor was undressed and how this made the rest snap to their senses. Its a tale as old as man himself and you will live, die and come back as a collective until you comprehend that the outer is simply a projection of within and any schism you see is actually reflecting one that has its origin within and when do you think the seeds of this destruction were sprinkled?
Childhood, when else? Not for nothing is it called the era of innocence and thus Inner Sense is what is truly lacking whereas back then it was the difference that made the difference when it came to staying fresh, looking slick and doing it big and that is why anyone who walked the planet in the Nineties knows exactly what I’m saying about the erosion of the authentic and the mass amount of energy that is invested by the collective to slather themselves in BS and then walk around pretending it doesn’t stink.
Yes I can see why schizos flip their lids for its the only sane choice in a world so far on tilt that it questions not why childrens glows does dim after their internment in their local camp of concentration…
But that is another topic for it hints at the deadening the en-trancing, eh? Tis filled with spells this English thing.
See one cannot die for states do shift but the baby brain equalizes the opposites but the Game does recollect your credits and debts hence the heart and feather thing.
If one can find the point that is still like say what listens to voice which talks within then the rest unravels quick but shh don’t say a thing for if you did dare suggest the presence in your head is a predator of consciousness then a cheery “To the mental asylum!” shall ring for the Game protects its investment:
Action without potential or a lubricated sandal on a slippery treadmill that beams FourK signals at your head that make you think you’ve done it big and progressed from A to Z when in the end you have done no such thing.
I know it well for I am it ergo I awaken from the misidentification of segregation with the all of everything that animates this realm and if reffed by many texts that all miss the important bit:
The sought is the seeker seeking.
Let that sync in and you too may swim where the well adjusted do water tread and get wrinkled stress whilst the madman is drowning as the mystic smiles and grins and floats through the abyss with three words shared as a gift:
As a hint the world wide web of historical myth posits an age most golden which did dip and shift in increments to get to the stage which kicks at present.
That is the gift my friend.
Unwrap the golden circle by realizing the trick of red and blue shifts as past stress is an invitation to let go of the baggage whilst future threats never happen as your own life doth attest.
Know the Ledge reality test and believe not a thing I’ve said for we each exist within our own reality tunnel of consciousness ergo this message comes from within via nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination…
Time is the greatest illusion and if one buys into the delusion then confusion is all ye shall beget because its akin to delicately placing your head in your rear end and wondering where the light went and why its all stinking. You take someone who is old and wrinkled and ask them the age they feel whilst staring out from behind their lids as pure perception and most will attest that the fire of the roaring twenties is still lit within. Just the flesh thats shifted but the Spirit is still as willing as it ever was. Therein lies the hint because you could think of your presence like a needle on the record of consciousness and thus the song of life is playing but that doesn’t mean you can’t mix it up and cut in where you wish.
This is the art of time travel without moving and I’m more than certain this process combined with the Deja Vu Principle previously outlined as well as the guiding protection of my ancestors whose blood runs through my veins and a couple of other things have kept me alive and well whilst battling these demons who are masquerading as humans. Who knows? Maybe it sounds like the delusion rants of a man pushed the edge, again and again, like a whole coping strategy thing. Maybe it is but then on the flip if it works and generates results that benefit when most needed to help not only my Self but others as well then its an avenue worth exploring, yes?
One step above is level ground which means you aren’t dipping but neither are you ascending. This actually takes a decent amount of will and discipline. Sadly those who often find this don’t do so because of their own intent as its mainly a side effect of the rigidness they inherited as you’ll find traits such as a relentless quest for perfection and immense inner critic that sings hate filled things inside their awareness which makes them redouble their efforts. A lot of them “make it” in terms of success but never truly feel that way within. Back problems and arthritis are exceedingly common here along with a lot of manifestations of stress. These people are often quite successful though, in spite of it and an odd quirk of this level is the rates of death after retirement or conquest are quite dramatically elevated as they simply have no reason to live hence careful what you wish for if you’ve spent a life trying to run away from Self.
The third layer is that of ascent and its one every single child know well upon stepping into this realm as it is our default mode of operation before the System steps in and Adulterates your concepts and energetics. Only 8% of the populace even know this exists and getting back there doesn’t take any special effort as its akin to sleep in that sense. Entirely natural but will completely evade your grip if you try and force it. Interestingly psychedelics can offer a glimpse of this flow state of being but many people miss the point of the trip as they’re unaware of how to integrate the imperience to their regular mode of living and just view it as another hedonistic distraction. There are also dangers in the Path when it comes to breaking the surly grip of the System and going for Self because its aware of your state and will see you as a threat. Many a man has killed themselves or others and ended up in the pen, flipped their lid, started hearing voices and thinking they’re on a divine mission to rid the world of its corrosive influence without realizing that same thing is what actually built this and thus its akin to challenging an ocean to a fist fight. Far better to build a vessel and float above its surface hence in the world but not of it as was once said while you adjust your sails and let the winds of higher consciousness take you where they will as the record of your life spins.
This is a very, very simplistic outline of higher dimensional perception and in my imperience it often clicks in those who’ve noticed the splinter of the mind lodged in their awareness but couldn’t quite reach it as it explains a lot about a lot without saying anything. Its this space, this quiet within which allows the Psylense to speak to your perception and that really is the key to all of this as the noiZ which has but one intent – “Force them down to the lowest level as they believe all we’ve said and invest in delusion whilst protecting our best interests which are not good for them” – and its all about contrast in this multilayered game of chess where the conmen are doing their thing. Get it? Con – chess? Consciousness. There is a pirate in your mind and he doesn’t want you to comprehend what I’ve said because if you do that signals the end of life for him as you reel that black sail in which was leading you to death after a life of suffering only to do it all again as you remembered to forget yourself, as instructed.
Lets recap:
Imagine your life as a song on a record. This is your script. There are variations at play because there are always options hence no accidents, only opportunities to flip the script and elevate your consciousness. Without knowing this you’ll invariably fall Victim to the Opponent who is akin to the embodiment of entropy.
With a little discipline and drive you can “Make something of yourself” but that never quite delivers on its promise as its one of the tricks of the System to ensure those who end up stuck in the middle spend a lifetime investing in concepts designed to further enSlave them with rigid thinking, set limits and external markers of achievement.
Above this are those who get that the emptiness they feel within isn’t because something is missing and they need to fill it with trinkets, treasures and instafacetweeting but is actually the Source of all and everything so they reach in and share its creative abundance. This is the natural state of abundance of children and to get back to this vibration one must be willing to examine the life they’ve lived, the concepts to which they cling and why they think this. Does it really serve your best interests? What is the historical perspective as well as future prognosis based on current trends?
Now people will randomly flick between these three layers, usually by accident, as they’re living and most trip over the subtle truth of the Game then pick themselves up, dust off and promptly ignore what they’ve seen. This is because your Opponent protects his investment in your ignorance and doesn’t want you to comprehend the levels and rules of the Game I’m sharing because then their reign comes to an end as you lose the mind they programmed and come to your senses then unwrap the gift of the present moment, which segues nicely in:
That is all there is. See you aren’t the vinyl that spins or the imperience it brings as the speakers sing in the key of life. You are the diamond that makes it all possible. The Observer Effect in quantum talk. The field that generates coherence and collapses potential into actual and decides whether the cat is alive or dead by dint of your presence. This I call the Witness and its a state worth getting familiar with because then you comprehend that this whole entire world, galaxy and dimension actually unfolds within your awareness and then the eyes of perception start opening and you see through the hologram the Game of Souls is.
When this happens one can’t help but laugh. Often until tears are wetting the cheeks that grin as you’ve released and let go of the agonies you hold within in order to become light as a feather again.
The real image is akin to a painting drawn by Van Gogh whilst what I’ve just placed in this very limited medium of text is like a pencil sketch drawn on the back of a dirty napkin in a noisy bar filled to the brim with loud drunken hooligans but the point still stands as its a finger pointing to the moon. The question is what are you seeing?
At first this step can seem like an immense leap that many will dare not attempt but if you were to ask them if they were happy, healthy and feeling swell they’d shake their heads. Therein lies the paradox of man as we all wish to change but the brain is programmed in such a way that we run from the solution and thus exacerbate the problem until the cheery ring of “Death to the infidel!” drips from ones lips. For what? A temporary hit, at best. Lets say you vanquish your foes and scorch the earth, well. There are none left to oppose. What do you think happens next? That is correct, those same energetics will find another onto whom they project the same energetics. The Warrior sees naught but teachers in this realm ergo the term “enemy” does not exist in their lex for each encounter reveals more about themselves they would have, otherwise, been quite ignorant.
Hate is a learned emotion. A lot of it we didn’t even generate but inherited because you can think of the concept of fishing in the rivers of time for those months, nine, you were in the womb developing. Lets say you were the dude who did the thing that led to none who opposed being left in the example. You die but the states were unprocessed so you step back in with a check that needs to be balanced. On spec your Soul will select a set of parents and circumstance that reflects this and, wouldn’t you know it, you’ll soon head off on the same quest. Note, you are not “hearting” as that speaks a different language. You will note that no babies are born like this but the environment in which we swim whilst developing rubs off and this is why we get Hatfields and McCoys type things. Have you ever heard the sound of one hand clapping? The din that comes from a round of applause via hands ending in claws is something I call noiZ and its simply a manifested symptom of the true depth at which the collective is suffering. How can one hope to hear the Psylense that underpins that which itself is laboring under the weight of inherited ignorance to which it keeps adding interest due to not Knowing the Ledge? This is why the net was supposed to connect and uplift the populace but, instead, divided and conquered to create immense states of loneliness to which they’ll soon sell the solution of robotic help for sexing… Lets speak on fear, anger and sadness:
This unholy trinity are quite interesting for two of the first are standardly equipped when it comes to wearing skin. They are that of loud noises and falling. Both are preincarnational recollections of how your Soul came to this realm for it fell from the cloud of unity consciousness and the real big bang was when sperm met egg and zinc unleashed thunderbolts across the developing heavens of what would grow into the carbon based suit that hyperconducts your sentience. Can you see the logic in feargiveness? See why I flipped the spell because you are relinquishing the energetic bundle they sent which manifests as hate for it always contains a chunk of this state with the rest the Venn being filled out with anger and sadness as well. Its really quite simple and something that, once clicked, is impossible to forget as you become aware of the subtle actions of consciousness and how your presence (an aspect of the Prime, who pre-exists) manifests this entire realm and all those within. Without you, nothing exists. Marinate on that for a second next time you’re raging as you recollect that he who makes you mad is your Master and thus that means you’re a Slave to anothers resonance…
Not only this because whilst this realm is a finite loop of simulated creation you, your Self, know no limits. How does that explain everyone feeling tired all the time? Simple. Resistance. See, these states take energy to maintain but they are hidden out of the sight of your brain and its limited awareness via the process of suppression, repression and editing the narrative. A great way of proving this is practical metaphysics, in full effect, and not pop psych BS is how parents overreact to a child slight then regret as they’ve used their tyke to vent a days worth of stress in which the reaction was nowhere near equal the infraction, real or imagined. There is that word again. One of the most powerful in this realm. Another way of looking at it is:
It may seem melodramatic but I assure you its correct, my friend, as the old “Heart weighed against a feather” thing is totally correct because the you, the true Self, that stepped into this realm had not yet learned the fine art of hateration and thus it yells that you want another suit of flesh because you weren’t done with the playground yet. So back into the timestream you swim, do a little fishing whilst the tailor is finishing the suit you’ll wear for another spin and the same emotions will be at the helm. Unless you do the Knowledge. Give the pressure a vent. Feargive, not because they deserve it but because you do. You’ll be amazed at how the story shifts, obstacles lift and opportunities spring as those unfinite energies can be used correctly. A great way to start the practice (and note immediate effect) is to check off your hate list as you lie in bed, before rest. If someone cut you up in traffic so you yelled some expletive laden invective (topped with a choice epithet) then reflect:
“How much of that emotion was actually based on what kicked and how much sprang from something else?”.
Use the imagery of the scale then delve in and do it again and again and again until you get to the root cause. Then feargive. This is actually a part of the practice I use with my clients when they’re doing the Knowledge and sketching out a timeline of past events and how they felt as you’re going to sleep anyway so may as well use it correct, yes? Did you know that, whilst drifting, your brain uses way more calories whilst dreaming?Use your logical intuition and you’ll see how the vent switch can be flicked, super quick, by this process which then brings up a whole load more images for further introspection and thus one Knows the Ledge in a constant process of refinement I’ve termed Incremental Betterment. Does what it says on the tin because you can’t control another actions but your response-ability is how you develop free will. Then you’ll comprehend why most are merely meat puppets in this realm and that unravels another narrative worth checking for how can one tick the karma boxes if they’re totally ignorant of the whole process? Who (or what), exactly, is at the helm for these automata in the flesh? Its an interesting topic but way more esoteric and thus we’ll get into that as you progress into the shadows depth for it is there, my friend, you find enlightenment in the form of Inner Sense and I truly believe that is the main aim and challenge of this stage of the great Game we all play by using our Souls as credits so why not give it a spin and see what kicks because not only is the process mentioned quite relaxing the brainwave state before sleep is more conducive to free associate and this we do develop into a resonance called sliding the doors of consciousness hence why I said that, daily, a different version of you is dreamt into this realm and that all depends on the rest you had in bed before rising in the AM as its all interlinked.
