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Being born is an ongoing process that goes way beyond nine months in womb and the initial steps of coming to this realm. Above all else there is a sense of belonging, of being wanted, welcome and accepted that forms the basis of this. For some, this never happened. It can be as simple as the career woman who suspects she’s pregnant, whizzes on a test and sees what it says as she is filled with an immense sense of dread as she simply can’t take that information in as it conflicts with her hectic schedule and plans, already set. She may think of getting an abortion, recriminate herself for forgetting the pill and a billion and one other things before deciding “To hell with it” and settling into the concept of motherhood as the gift this is. For her, these were simple thoughts that came and went in an instant but for the child, developing, they were maelstrom events in which its very existence was threatened.

Consider a relative scale of impact and you’ll get my drift because not only is this fetus linked in to the nervous and endocrine systems of the one hosting its also much smaller and thus feels quite intense plus its only been around for a fraction of the parent ergo the kick of each thought hits like a neutron bomb to its senses. It has no lips and thus cannot scream and even if it did, who gives an F? Many born like this will come into the world feeling a tad skittish and, maybe, even develop schizophrenia as they progress for, in my practice, this is exceedingly common as the primal link to this realm is fractured by said events. Drug addictions are common as well as people pleasing or its flip – rebelliousness. See what I mean about the wounded womb hurting the seeds it brings in? The problem is this chain of ignorance snakes back for generations and some would say this is the cause of mans ills as we are quite content to dwell in ignorance and not do the Knowledge which begs the question:

Who profits?

Look around. Follow the money trail and who they say you should keep up with. This level of the Game needs broken people as that makes the tills ring as they run the treadmill but lets not get ahead of ourselves. By the way, did you know the heart is the first organ developed in a kid and, when grown, its electromagnetic field extends some distance hence why you can tell if there is something off with a friend even when they pretend its all perfect. Getting back to it:

I don’t use the word lxve as it spells “evil” when flipped. This is intended as the ones at the helm of this realm hate whats in your chest as it contains the Prime connection to the point of origin that manifests as Inner Sense. I prefer injoi instead because when you feel it that is the warm fuzzy sensation that manifests ergo “We injoi us” is far better than what ILY says as that is the evil eye, in full effect.

This sense of injoiment is vital as its part of the connection that links mother to jit (note, not kid as they are sacrificial goats. There go those spells again!) and them to the rest, in and beyond this realm. If you lack this it feels like something is missing but it is so resilient that no matter what kicks most will manifest in with it broadcasting on FM. Its a special kind of luminance, Ether is what they called it back when, and its why they say that it takes one hundred of the Adulterated to match the radiance of one jit in its natural element. There is an interesting link about what the mother consumes – in terms of food and content – as this lays the foundational bricks of the child, developing.

Back in Nineties, before CCTV and DNA tests, clubbing was like the Wild West as a) sex wasn’t available at a click b) interpersonal dynamics were a strength and c) the amped levels of test meant that it wasn’t uncommon to see someone get their head kicked in either out of frustration or simply macking on the next mans ex who he was trying to re-win. In those days people took the most intense of beatings, picked themselves up off the pavement and got back on with it. Then, around the late double ohs, I started noticing a trend:

Kids were going clubbing, getting punched then falling to the ground, dead. It was so common that the local press were all over it and yelping about what kicked. To me that was irrelevant as the question was what had changed to make this manifest in a gen as when we were on the bricks the sheer level of violence was intense and yet you never, ever heard of a death without a weapon in the mix. “Nobody can hit that hard” I said. And then it clicked. We were raised before the dearth of supermarkets crept in ergo this was the gen that was raised on Smart Price equivalents and nutrient stripped veg. Garbage in and this is what you get. Extend that metaphor to one watching what the horny housewives did whilst her child is developing and look at the OnlyFans gen and tell me I’m reaching. Its all by plan, my friend. See why I have a problem with the intent at the helm and the ones plugged in who daren’t question the narrative?

They say the child who hasn’t felt embraced by his village whilst developing will burn it down instead to sense the warmth he missed. This is exceedingly accurate but when parents are busy, stressed and up to their neck in bills who has time to reign it in when their little darling has scribbled on the wall instead of the paper you gave them. This particular case led to a crippling heroin addiction as the man could only paint when under the influence due to the stress of this repression that buzzed in his subconscious and said:

“Letting out what is within means you get yelled at and feel terrible so don’t do it again”.

So he didn’t. But the thing with the artist is you just can’t quit and when he was, as a teen, offered a hit of that sweet brown sugar in his system he found that particular blockage no longer existed and thus was caught in the net of creative destruction. Who knows what he could’ve been without that one imprint or, better yet, the Game actually acknowledged this and created ways to help instead of profiting. Once again, the ancient “primitives” Knew this well hence the time for initiation when boys became men and girls, women. This was a way of a grand reset that is akin to taking a wrinkled sheet and dry cleaning it to pristine freshness. Society, as a whole is missing this and into this void did gangs spread. Helped, no end, by the supermarkets in question as they left the streets wide open as the stores of convenience did bend and fold as they couldn’t compete with them. Its all intended, like I said. A multifaceted war that uses a multitude of weapons to one end:

Decreasing coherence.

Why? It makes the till ring and leaves people open for manipulation as they project this sense of angst and dread within on to those pesky infidels. This particular sketch began during the Industrial Revolution that intended to turn man to machine and, amusingly, that is literally happening in front of your vision thanks to coming transhumanist movement. What do you expect from the land of the stiff upper lip from whom so many melanated countries claimed their independence after having been looted, raped and brutalized in the name of “civilizing the savages“. More to heaven and earth, my friend… Do the Knowledge.

So, what comes next as the newborn in the flesh steps into this realm? Attunement. That means the one dealing the care actually needs to care about themselves otherwise its a pint mug and shot glass situation in which they can only provide sips that will not quench the thirst within the one developing. This can generate, as you’d expect, the “The world doesn’t get me/its not safe/I feel like I’m born on the wrong planet” imprint which, once again, makes the tills ring as they push products, pills and solutions that won’t change a thing beyond masking the symptoms. At best. Keep an eye open for the immense uptick in suicides among long term depressives, medicated, within the next couple of decades as scientists scratch their chins and state they are baffled as to whats causing it. Bear in mind these same plebs can apparently tell what Pharaoh ate for breakfast… A numb mother will be insensitive to the whims of her jit. That is just the way it is and thus certain aspects will yelp and she will not get this and may just do the opposite and then yell, in frustration, at how much hard work this all is. For the child this feels like a solar flare burning off the flora and fauna, developing. And yet, to who else can they turn for sustenance? The circle is quite vicious, isn’t it?

It all comes down to being heard, listened to and felt. How many couples argue over this same thing? How many do you think get the true cause of the problem is them and not the one they’re blaming? Not many, I’d bet. This is also what fuels the modern need for validation on the web whereas he who awakens the Warrior within places their crown upon their head and dwells in a state of Self Centered awareness which means heart, radiant. Once again with the spells as most think those two words mean arrogant or such things. Now this is a story all about how your world got flip turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute, so just sit right there, and I’ll tell you why you feel so insignificant:

Impostor syndrome is exceedingly common. Especially with those who achieve great things as they are externally seeking what they sense is missing within. That is akin to attempting to scratch an itch on a photo instead of flesh, and yet, people do it. They saw the hallmark of madness is doing the same whilst expecting different. In that respect, can you admit you’re outsane as the rest who do the same thing? This sense of grounding builds upon the previous foundation and, as you’ve probably guessed, most are already on shaky footing. Worse still they will pass the same conditioning onto their seeds as they do unto them what they felt, back when. How many children yell “When I grow up I’ll never be like them!” and yet, as they mature, they find their parents words dripping from their lips at the next gen? Wild, isn’t it?

This state is the basis of trust. Of our own internal signals as well as the realm as it is. A sense of safeness it begets and when it is missing people will try and fill the void with drugs, riches, sex and such things which, for a while, cover the pit but you need ever increasing dosages to regain the same thrill and this can beget all types of perversions etc… Just look at what went on at certain islands and the level of those who visited and do the Knowledge, my friend. Its all as intended which means me spotting it and pushing the pen is as well. No matter how much the Slave/Masters hate the one who sees through the Matrix and tells it how it is in a way the rest connect to the original wavelength and not the Adulterated signal they send…

The third step of development is trust. This one is so vital hence the axiom that mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of children. But what if she’s a derelict addict that cares more about chasing the next hit as you’re alone in the crib and feeling defenceless as you sense no one gives an F? All of this is, as you guessed, pre-linguistic ergo talk therapy is worthless beyond the endless pontification that doesn’t change a thing. Doesn’t mean it can’t be accessed as this is when the Pane Body is built. For reference, I believe that, within, we store all we pretend to forget in a state called Pixems. They are, as the name suggests, pixels of emotion that contain the whole scene, what we felt, the visuals and tactile sense. The first time I popped one I was astounded at the sense of time travel and spatial distortion as I was, once again, a jit and, like a bubble rising from the depths of the ocean, these energetics did surface, pop and release the tension as my limbs flailed and lips yelled at the injustice. To say that was interesting was an immense understatement and you can prove this, if you wish:

Find a point of your body that is tender and apply a constant, but firm, point of pressure to it for an extended period. Stop trying to avoid it. Befriend it instead. After a while the pain doth vent and you may or may not get a Pixem event as that bridge is, probably, non existent between chest and head due to years of suppression, disconnection and numbing. See what I said about wounded wombs hurting seeds whilst Thunking they feel well and mean the best for their seed, developing? This heart/mind connection is something we’ll cover at depth but you may wish to read this free eBook (linked) that goes into it in depth as its a hefty topic beyond the scope of this missive that uncovers the basics of why the world is such a mess.

Trust brings safety. They did an experiment with a single celled organism in which they continually prodded it each time it attempted to extend and sense its environment. After a while it gave in and felt the world was hostile and we all, in some respect, manifest this in our existence. Its called Learned Helplessness. A vivid example is of a dog in cage with a boundary within. One floor is electrified and the other isn’t. When the scientist hit the switch the pup did yelp and leap the fence to find relief from the problem. They moved it to another in which there was no way out and it barked then gave in and sat there, taking it. Worse still, when they moved it back to the first one in which escape was an option it didn’t even think of changing the situation as it was defeated from within. That is also how they train elephants as they take a stake and chain then place it around its neck. At first it protests and attempts to get free from what is restraining it but then it too gives in. As it ages it is so unaware of its own strength and the fact it could break it like a twig that it just stands still and is ready to be rode like a fairground attraction. Wild, isn’t it? Richard Pryor commented, with his amazing wit, about the difference between jungle animals and those raised in a pen. For humans that equivalent is the concentration camp wing of the System where you are told to “Sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or your parents will stress and may withdraw their affection“. Ugly truths are bitter pills but that is exactly how it is as you are trained, for nearly two decades, to accept mass sickness without question and those who excel regurgitate what they said best, with no questions asked. Some of us, however, rebel on instinct and thus get report cards, bad, that lead to beatings. And still we don’t relent as that splinter of the mind yells “What the F is going on with this realm? Hell no I don’t want to be like them!”. But thats a deeper topic…

We are now getting to two years in to your life sentence in the flesh and this is the time most term as “Terrible” as the child intends to individuate and push the limits. Remember the amoeba experiment. I knew a girl whose mother used to snatch her toys away and show her the “correct” way of playing with them. As you can probably guess she was a total mess who was hopelessly dependent on validation as well as stuck in various enmeshed relationships that mirrored this imprint. This part is actually very, very common as the raw energetics of a jit can either clash or complement with one or more parents. This is why, back when, the entire village did the raising as the children would gravitate to the point of resonance they needed at each stage and thus not get on their folks tits. The old extended family thing you see in countries still developing generally ensures a far greater level of mental health due to this as they didn’t forget the habit. Side note:

By this stage many jits are in the hands of paid caregivers that, often, do no such thing. On the flip, its good that the seeds are mingling with others also developing but its bad that the ones who bought them in totally abdicate their role in what they’re creating. Extrapolate to those who are teething on iPhones from incep and do the Knowledge…

In a healthy situation you’ll see this manifest as the boy who runs out to play with friends, swing from the trees and then runs into the kitchen to tell his mother what happened before getting back in the mix again. There is this ebb and flow which extends the safety net to generate a sense of autonomousness as each conquest is a notch on their proverbial belt. A man who lost his father whilst still a teen once commented:

“Whilst he was alive I felt like Teflon armor was present. I never acknowledged it as it was standard equipment but it was most certainly felt in its absence as things were never the same again”.

See how trust and freedom are hand in hand, my friend? This sense of autonomy builds up on the previous stages and this brings us to the optimal development of sexuality. This begins around three to five as we may note a sibling has bits we’re missing or are beginning to explore our flesh and the currents that circulate within. Some mothers slap away the childs hand and tell them its improper. Others are more exploitative as they use their son as a surrogate husband and a few are straight up perverse as they purposefully stimulate them for the sense of power this brings. This is actually way more common than you’d expect as the client in question recollected his mother used to, frequently, kiss his genitals and how some of those kisses would be lingering. As you can probably guess he grew to develop all types of addictions and simply couldn’t draw the link between his current life and said events until he sat down and did the Knowledge and reparented this aspect of Self without the exploitation.

This introduction of the pleasure principle is one of the factors that can be easily distorted in ways ranging from shaming to pimping and this often burns the bridge between their genitals and heart aka the Middle and Lower Kingdom. Such Souls tend to link no true emotion to sex or, on the flip, don’t have relationships and prefer to masturbate instead as the weight of the emotions, suppressed in, is simply too much to face. I find this extreme split of interest as its often either nympho or asexual and yet both crave the same coherence. Stranger still is when said folks do get into some type of relationship the other often mirrors a lot of their parent. “Make of that what you will” said Freud the cokehead. Speaking of, don’t you think its interesting how he gets the bling for his messed up thinking whilst Jung is mostly ignored but was far more on the button? There is a third man in this equation that went way beyond both of them and was expunged from the record. I’ll let you speak on him when you do the Knowledge as his findings on sexual energy, development, consciousness and the planet were world changing. Hence the suppression. Its all intended, recollect? Questioning the intent at the helm yet or the architect who sketched the plan for your journey in the flesh? If so, congratulations, you may just be one of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within and changing the resonance of this realm from this insidious corruption.

In many ways what erupts during puberty is a higher octave manifestation of this imprint and thus some folks sexuality is akin to a rose that buds through cement and must crack the pavement in ascent. Many don’t make it. Some have crooked stems and flowers, wilted. The good news is you’re neuroplastic and this is a hologramatic fractal ergo one who upgrades their internal OS by doing the Knowledge can, in effect, give birth to a better version of themselves.

A lot of strongly religious folks take a big hit at this stage. Both those who were raised by such parents, orthodox, or go on to develop this bent. There is also a known link between this and imprint and fascism, make of it what you will. In some homes it just isn’t mentioned and this generates a split between the higher and lower centers that causes all types of stress. Note, I do not like the current push of hyper-sexualization in the name of education that is pushed at children as I feel its pure corruption pretending to be something else as its the parents role, not the state, to nurture the seeds they bring in and how they plant the next gen. Once again, its the heart that is disconnected and one of the most familiar laments from this schism is attracting people who tick superficial boxes but leave one thirsting for that which they never mentioned. In that respect many relationships are akin to two empty glasses, tinkling, asking the other for what they, themselves, cannot give. A great case history is at the link of a man and woman who fought, without end, who came through with the question:

“I lxve my wife but I cannot stand the bish! I’m sure she feels the same thing and I’ve had enough of it. What should we do next?”.

I suggested a log cabin in the sticks and a few hits of MDMA. What happened next? Read the article. Once again, here was a method that worked, really well, till they turned around and banned it as it was too safe and effective. Got keep the divorce lawyers rich, eh? Its all as intended but you can transcend the program and retune to FM instead of the AM laden noiZ they transmit. Always an option. The next three are the higher octave of the five we have seen previously. In that respect its akin to playing Mozart without having no piano training ergo nigh on impossible to manifest if you have dings in your subtle energetics due to bad imprints:

The first step is growth or, as I term it, involution. Why? Because it removes that subtle evil again and, second, its an internal process where the vicious circle becomes, instead, a spiritualized spiral in ascent. Here we see the resurrection of Inner Sense in its all its familiar newness much like the pleasure center activation at three is mirrored by puberty. We find an insatiable curiosity, a desire to see how things tick, a willingness to accept the opposite perspective and consider it at depth as well as so many amazing things that the vast majority of the planet haven’t got a clue is an option. Its like taking the previous circuits and dropping in new bulbs that are glowing. Its literally you but in a higher octave and this is why, ten out of ten, if I ask on a one to that scale:

“Are you the best or wackest version of your Self?“.

People instantly intuit where they sit on the spectrum. This is a hint of their true potential, the multiverse effect and who they could be – should they choose to recode their internal OS. To change anything you must first accept the lay of the land as it is. Next, one must embrace the pain to win the Game and what follows next is beyond anything mere words in text could ever recollect but is always an option to one who dares awaken the Warrior within. As you may have guessed this absence creates a lot of tribal thinking, the Us vs Them mindset, “Death to the infidels” and pretty much the cause of all conflict. Its missing, as intended, because war is profitable and murder is big business. Both in the day to day of “Urning a living” (aka cremating your potential) to what kicks when the red heifers have their throats slit to build a new temple. I’ll let you tell it…

He who has climbed this hill and takes in the verdant vistas of abundance cannot wait to share these gifts and thus he wishes to be of service. Its interesting that Plato called the world as Cave in which people are enSlaved by an interplay of shadow and flame on the wall as they are strapped in a contraption that prevents their cognizance of what kicks. He who escapes and meets, face to face, the sun that shines overhead and was poorly replicated in this display can either A) go his own way or B) dive back in and help the rest. Do you know what happens? They hate him for it and Thunk he’s the problem as they’re so well adjusted to immense social sickness. Make that make sense and you just may click who keeps sending the prophets that speak the same message as well as who kills them, dead, and uses the seeds of gnosis to build forests of illusion that beget bitter seeds of conflict.

This process of finding your purpose truly gives life meaning in a way no till can sell and without celebrity endorsement. He who doth achieve this can claim, and mean, they are the luckiest man on the planet. And I am him. Keep on creating the Path by walking and you’ll generate a state of Self actualization in which you comprehend there is but one Soul in this realm, you are eternal and simply visiting this planet for an adventure in the flesh in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits as we interact with projections and mistake them for real things. Much like the shadows in the Cave, eh?

It wasn’t always like this, my friend. No, as the ancestors attest, previous stages were different and we, in the era of tech, need to be sufficiently numbed out and dumbed down to make silicon seem attractive. The sex robots are coming! Not literally, but they’ll present a pretty good approximation and anyone who says they are any less human will be worse than Hitler himself as people embrace their semi synthetic companions who are attuned by wavelength to service their whims and desires with no complaints (or hell) raising. Have we created our last invention? I’ll let you tell it.

Now, know this, I can speak on the above with quiet confidence as at each stage of development noted I received trauma instead. This wasn’t by accident as its a Satanic Ritual Abuse thing but, I can yell, that the map is effective and accurate as I came to reparent my Self, heal the wounds within, rescue my inner child from said demons and now sit at the top of the hill as a much better version of myself than I’ve ever been. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. No. I was programmed, off rip, to sell drugs and eventually kill. I saw the script for what it is, zigged when zaggin was requested, dodged a bullet, died, came back again and then set off on a quest to gain the ultimate emancipation from this realm as its my Soul and I’m taking it home at the end. The Slave/Masters can keep all of this and, in an odd sense of resonance, its because of them I had to do the Knowledge and can push the pen to help the rest in the Valley of the Plebs because if I’d had most of the boxes ticked I’d have been just as quietly discontent to run the treadmill with the ‘Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset they program into their captives. That was never an option, my friend. My immense thanks to the broke (and broken) denizens of the pavement who graciously laid bare their inner realms for the time I was practicing the subtle arts of healing until I came to comprehend that its me who actually needed this attention and they were naught but a coping mech and place to hone my skills before coming face to face with my greatest challenge:

The life I’d lived up until.

If you read this text and felt something reflect and wish to do something about it then yell and whip up a little something something to help prep for trek… Its like being on a plane filled with turbulence because if you place another first you may just pass out before you protect your own investment and this is why being Centered in Self is so important as it begets the “Each one, teach one” mindset that could flip the Game on its head and totally change the script for what they are planning next. In many ways my work is to undo what they did and that, as always, is an option I leave to you, my friend, as I am too busy living my lyrics as the Knowledge won’t do itself now, will it?

Till we meet again

Now we’re going to get to the point that was laid by the last few threads that went from egregores and their occult influence to spiritual immunity and what your cup actually overflows with:

Why do children have invisible friends?

Much like the sense of being stared at this is something that is so common in this realm that no one gives it a second thought or searches at depth for the common aspects and bigger pic. Lets take it back a couple of decades:

A trio of new parents with kids that were not unfamiliar with my concepts were present at the drop in and asking how not to mess up their seed, developing, by creating a new imprint that would, hopefully, improve their lineage for generations yet to kick. I’d been offering various hints and tips of which the best stated:

“Feelsee what your child is saying when they emote. Build up a lex, cross ref and pattern so you can deduce which one means “I need to be fed” to “give me some attention” along with whatever else you can build”.

They’d been doing this with great amusement and found some remarkably consistent links in the nature of the tones their seed ejected at certain points. Then one came in and said:

“Mate, what the heck? So, we’d just put him down in the crib but he obviously wasn’t ready to settle as he kept on trying to get up so, eventually, we just left him to do as he wished and listened on the monitor. Now, we’d just upgraded this to one with a camera and could see him and what he did next was totally mindblowing. He was using exactly the same types of tones and phrases but there was a conversation happening! An actual exchange with pauses and surprise, amusement and grins. All types of things. It was way above and beyond what we could manage as my wife had been trying to speak back in the same “language” but whatever this was it was totally fluid, cogent and obviously extremely amusing to our baby who was looking around at things, invisible, that went that way and this as they did what they did. What the hell was happening then?”.

I later on asked the rest to check if they’d spotted a similar Pattern and they reported with a yes. Neither of the other couples had seen it at first glance as they wrote it off as baby chatter but when they invested in the same camera thing they reported findings, identical. “Time for an imperiment!” said I. They logged the nature of these discourses, where the child was most looking, tone of conversation, how they slept after this and all the details they could get. Then came the masterplan:

“I want one of you to stay at the monitor whilst the other, quietly, make their way to the room but do it totally silent and at random. Lets see what happens to this invisible party once someone else is present”.

What happened next was so strange that one couple dropped out and decided that was enough of this. I’ll let her tell it:

“Each and every time one of us got up to within 6 feet of the door the talking stopped, dead. Not a word was said. No matter how animated the previous conversation it was like the other party said “Quiet, the grown ups are coming” and the child listened and reined it in”.

Now, in a curious sync, this was also around the time another young mother complained her son was acting totally out of character and massively irritable since he’d got her up by wailing in the AM and just would not settle. I told her to go home and walk directly into the place that pours water, overhead, whilst dressed and hold her baby there as the current flowed over them. She came back after a bit with a totally happy little jit and I said:

“Negs“.

It was at this juncture I’d been fleshing out the noncorporeal intelligence as what actually manifests as hallucinations in the so called schizos I worked with as it just made perfect sense that if this clique who, to a man, said the same thing about invisible to others things tampering with their consciousness and how none of them fell for optical illusions. My intuitive guess said:

“Wait a sec, could there be a link between a childs pretend friends that, once upon a when, were live and intense then vanished and what these poor Souls ravaged by a medical system built on symptom suppression but total causal ignorance are meeting?”.

The above imperiment proved it as the two couples remaining found there was an energetic boundary and they could influence the dialogue in the room by their proximal distance from said events. It was almost like their seed was talking to an invisible yet sentient presence that seemed to constantly delight them plus it fluently spoke their language. They were intrigued by what this could all mean as whatever it was was obviously ever present in this realm and seemed to mean no harm so what the hell was happening?

My view has evolved since then and the past few articles have incrementally developed the details for those just tuning in but I’ve stated, many times, that we are not alone in this realm and the brain creates not consciousness. Negs are the same thing that cause that sense of being stared at feeling in an empty build as well as sudden feel of chill or sensation of walking into a spiders web and reaching up to your face and feeling nothing. I posit that in the so called schiz this previously active reality filter is switched off and they see, perfect and solid, what is to others invisible.

Really let the implications of this one sink in as it tells you a load about the fact that we’re visually dominant and light only makes up the tiniest fragment of the EMs that make this realm.

Now, as I posit, these are the same forces that manifest as UFOs, aliens, machine elves, fairy and ghosts of legend. They change their fancy dress with times, were, once upon a when, exceedingly common and are attested to by all types of myths and legends. Study them at depth and you cannot help but spot the link with the Trickster myth and then extrapolate from this and you find another sync with the origins of plenty gods upon this realm. Interesting, eh? So, there was very little about said things on the net, back when, but in writing this series I searched “Have children ever drew their imaginary friends?” and, oh yes, that they did and the images are horrifyingly unhuman:

What do you make of that, my friend? I will freely admit that when as I penned this series of articles I genuinely had no clue where my freewheeling stream of consciousness was hearting and how the topics had got wildly esoteric even my own metrics. Now it makes sense as I sit here and push the pen because without the preamble and reality tunnel expansion this, as a stand alone, would make way less sense but, once again, accept not a thing I said but reality test. You have some concrete parameters, metaphysic, to imperiment with:

Their detection radius is around six to 8 foot from the crib. Note your babies rhythmic tone and swing to see how it encodes surprise, amusement and question which you can learn to guess from doing what I said and then see what kicks. The couples who engaged in this, back when, moved on to other things in terms of their childs development and I genuinely never stopped to think of asking them to draw what they spoke with as, by that age, they were doing other things like the “Lets all stomp our feet and yell and let out the tension” which is an excellent method of trance ending the Pane Body before it can even start building. Not only this but the child will shout exactly what offends them with no filter or fear of remonstration which truly builds their confidence whilst offering parents a glimpse into their inner realms, developing. Obviously you can see how there great things of more interest at this point in the imperiment as one of them yelled:

“Miss Gradys eyes smell like the number six!“.

Which lead to a rather amazing conversation with her parents as she went on to detail that six feels ick and thats the exact scent that poured from her nursery teachers optics when she looked in her direct, no matter the fake smile on her dish or whatever her lips said. Turns out we, internally, are all synesthesiacs for a bit due to the intense hyper-connectivity and the rest but the synaptic pruning and general ignorance of this state ensures its all but dead in most of the populace. The thing is, to the mind developing, its taken as Self evident and thus not worth mentioning in the same ilk that a genius at tapping keys thinks everyone can do it. How often we downplay our talents because they come with no effort, eh? Anyway, I posit that these invisible friends are the same things some random hick sees as aliens as well as the same faces one meets near death and, get this, they react to ones subconscious and energetic presence which is why the Christian NDEr sees Jesus saying “You gotta go back, dude” whilst a dude in saffron robes meets Budes, in the flesh, saying the same thing but me, when I died, saw none of that and actually met a vast expanse of light that was clear as heck but that color doesn’t exist in this realm and it felt more real and authentic than this dimension plus totally familiar as well.

DMT trippers call them machine elves and they may or may not masquerade as “ascended masters” that provide channeled information and the rest. A word on this:

Its a subcellular phenomenon which we’ll probably uncover as time progresses and thus we are, quite literally, interacting with figments of our imagination which is super interesting as it “proves” there is only ever one Soul in this realm and our reality tunnel does what it does best:

Sell a reality that doesn’t exist anywhere except in ones head. Wrap your mind around this and I’ll bet your square watermelon expands a bit… Channeling is something that kicked back when as the Fox Sisters did their thing with so called “spirit communication”. Turns out they were faking it but it was too late as this gravy train was leaving the station and, recollect, whatever the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view. They’d started it as a teenage grift on their superstitious mother and then went on to become a phenomenon as it was the late Nineteenth Century and thus there was a lot of death present and people wanted reassurance that something, anything, exists and these girls confirmed it for them. What backs up my thesis is this:

If you study this phenomenon over time you’ll notice there is a curious link between the era, the medium and message. Theosophy took it to another level and said they were bringing messages from ascended beings with calls to unity in order to usher in better things then later on this pivoted to alien being like Seth and Abraham etc… Note how in the Fifties and Sixties man left the surly grip of Van Allen belts and thus a new vector of possibility was opened within whereas, before this, they were generally talking to humans that had left. Following Roswell we had Ashtar making its presence felt and during the Cold War they said “We’re trying to help humanity from destroying itself” and messages of the ilk up until the present day where they talk a whole loaf of fluffy spiritual BS but never, ever anything practical that could help. For example, a dude round the way was super into all of this, back when, and I told him to ask his link to provide schematics for a working water powered engine. The response was crickets but even that was interesting as it allowed me to sketch this:

I strongly suspect what is at play here is the exact same reason why so many high level mathematicians flip their lids. We are, to a man, prisoners of the left hemisphere of our head as it holds the linguistic aspect aka the bad thief of Christian reference. When this logic center based awareness forays into the realm of imagination and symbols in the next it finds a strange and alien atmosphere which can be activated, at will, by using a Persinger helmet. People strapped in report the strangest sensations and recall external beings that manifest or a presence that is felt and sensed. Starting to draw the links yet? Consider how psychedelics actually increase brain activity by removing the dampening of the DMN and you’ve got a pretty accurate handle on what happens as its quite weak up until the age of six then gains in strength up to ten and a decade hence its pretty solid. This thing acts like a filter on the subcon process which takes in billions of bits of data per second then its chopped, edited and represented inside your head based on what you think is important. That the practical neurology of the reality tunnel I’ve mentioned, back when. Now, drugs turn it off for a bit but depth introspection can totally remodel it as its akin to recoding your operating system at the base level which is, ironically, exactly how trauma based MK works as well. This is something I’ve lived and thus Know it well, but thats another topic entirely.

If you have severe PTSD or some other type of effect like this I suggest you look into Propranolol as you can take a one off hit, reactive the trigger and watch as the stored emotional stress doth melt as the memory is overwritten and processed. Why this isn’t a first line response I’ll let you guess but it is, in my imperience, something quite powerful. Now, to me, what is happening is this:

The stress is immense and the CNS cannot cope with the dataset and thus the left brain shuffles it the right due to fright and there it sits with the amygdala constantly scanning for it so it can release the loop as a vent and get on with the rest. Problem is we arrest this development and place it in the slammer of chemical intervention which neither fixes the problem nor erases the symptom. A simple off script of a common beta blocker does just this and I’ve also had miraculous effects on long term alcoholics that no longer wanted a fix when Baclofen was in them instead. I might as well also mention that low dose Naltrexone for Chrons and the ilk reverses the gut inflammation, permanently and quick. An interesting blip with this was the reports from clients of dreams, super intense, that were filled with messages and symbols of depth and significance which was quite fascinating but not as much as how wide I grinned when people who’d seen their food sources steadily decrease as allergies ramped instead finally being able to eat as they wished.

Tangents, yet linked. You know how I get, my friend. The point of the story is this:

Once upon a when humanity were like gods in the flesh. All of these forces were under our control and whim then, as the Yugas shift, they get externally projected. This may be around the same time the voice in head effect manifested and now, here we are, where the schizo who dares suggest that something is tampering with his awareness obviously needs meds but in another cultural reference he’d be revered as a Shaman that interfaced with spirit realms and helped his tribe to excel. I could add in how back pain is actually suppressed memories creating a painful distraction to prevent their remembrance but pictures say a thousand and I’ve nearly said thrice that so will refer you back to the image at the head instead…

Comprehend, my friend, you are the only Soul in this realm and truth is stranger than fiction when it comes to wearing flesh in the land of illusion.

Till we meet again

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