They see us as less than human. Like we do cattle. I guess. And yet back when the same thing was venerated for it provided bounties unlimited and cosmic hints via riddles of presence. Then man fell in to an induced somnolence.
They made us like this engineered fools which think they’re perfect but are actually retarded. Compared to them and our own potent.
What type of cruel malfeasance trills at the thrill, I’m wondering?
They couldn’t kill god so they slept him instead crept him with technicolor dreams par excellence which said: “Worse than beasts they are treat according to program”.
The ones who wrestle with god then donned the mantle and we became in the end “Only human”.
Such a stupid statement fostered from ignorance and wickedness that designed on purpose a broken OS poured into heads fresh with the underlying subtext:
“This is sacrosanct tradition above question best repeated loud and often“.
They are trauma bonded to their Master as is intended. They see no separation between voice and listening which is the great party trick that holds billions in its grip.
The boy became a man but put away the toys of imagination. He didn’t for these were the methods he chose to remain sane in outsane places.
The kings battled there was an exodus but not where they said for they left then swore vengeance for many generations to be visited upon them.
Occultists done said the old and ancient were correct for if we create gods in our image then the concept of one being a jealous schizophrenic that demands reverence from his three children to be paid in bloodshed offers an immense hint about who sleeps within the cube of timespace:
They made us like this for what end I cannot tell. And yet I’m cursed with the privilege to see the Game how it is and yet am wise enough to admit my near total ignorance for that is the only thing I can claim to be certain.
He was taken aback by this as they were both young and fit and thus mortality was not in their heads and his wife had never talked like this in the three years they’d been hitched. Plus they’d just ushered new life into this realm so he was wondering if it was some odd hint about post natal depression or something. Noticing he was stunned she added:
“Everything is cool but when you realize how dependent they are it really made me think because there me, you and them. Thats it. Oh sure, others say they’ll help but for how long if it came down to it?”.
“You’re not depressed or anything? Started day drinking or such things?”.
She laughed in response and stated all was totally correct but she was still wondering. He thought about it and said:
“Well, I guess I’d become a stay at home Dad and take care of them then? I’d raid the savings and start an online business, maybe go back to day trading to supplement and see if I could swing some freelancing? Either way, I’d make it work and give them the very best”.
She looked at him with a wide grin and said:
“That sounds perfect. Why not do it now rather than waiting till I’m dead then?”.
She was referring to the fact that I’d been lacing her Knowledge since way back when ranging from asking how she could be the voice in her head when she was obviously that which listens or twisting her melon with simple questions that made her think big and see past the blinkers on her dish. Why? Because I can spot a Warrior within a Slave thats just pretending. Even when its hidden beneath a false grin and professionally polished image. A simple “What kicks? Be real” was enough to crack her shell as she was stressing due to office politics and it was after that revelation that she met the dude to whom she’d get hitched and trap two fresh Souls in flesh to play the Game. Of course, she didn’t look at it like this but, you know, people each have their depths and I excel at hitting spots others cannot even imagine exist.
“Why am I constantly catastrophizing in my head about what could happen with the twins if X leads to Y whilst I’m grabbing some Zs? I could never live with myself if it happened and yet I know its ridiculous. Help!” she yelped as she flopped in the seat and let the pram free wheel into the office.
“Watch the piranha tank, woman! I just had it fitted” I yelled. Then grinned as she leapt to check.
“Ha, ha! Very funny, clever man”. I said not a thing and let her sit still and unpack what just happened.
“Ahh, I get it”. I told you I could spot a Warrior and bring em out of their shell. “Oh, that is so, so slick. Yes, yes, yes! Oh my gosh. Its perfect. How did you… Never mind. I get it now. Gotta go!”. And off she went.
What exactly kicked? Why don’t you try and roleplay to see what you get and I might fill you in at the end of the topic.
See, the company man was a square watermelon, par excellence. All he knew was working to pay the bills and coloring in within the lines like Simon Says. She, on the flip, was a renegade presenting as a civilian who secretly dominated the relationship by pretending to be less competent than she is in order to boost her mans self esteem whilst directing him every which way she wished ranging from the house they picked due to zoning districts that, by pure coincidence, happened to be a brief walk to the office for her whilst for him it was a fifty minute trek in peak traffic. She sold him on the idea that they’d buy to rent and then move some place more lavish as it was better than paying someone else and they could build assets as well. Like I said, she was slick. I also told her she’d cheat on him as she fundamentally didn’t respect him due to the way he fell for her tricks once the worshipping the air she walks on routine got thin and she needed another dose of disrespect to keep her in check. She agreed but said the clock was ticking and every woman thinks about the business of affection in their heads as they’re the ones stuck with a long term investment:
“Besides, he’s in deep smitt” she added, with a grin. “Even if I dip he won’t leave, scream or do a thing about it because A) he’ll never know and B) he isn’t the type to go as he’ll never find anything like this again”. Added with a spin and flourish.
“Don’t you think its interesting that the dudes women want will never settle? Mainly because all the women want them and if they did they wouldn’t be the same ball of string they were used to chasing because they couldn’t get it and sink their claws in?”.
“You make us sound like predatory animals…” she ejected, as brow wrinkled. “But its totally correct though”.
Recollect, this was way before apps bought Dial-A-Dick mainstream and every movie was filled with a strong independent woman and the boys drank Soylent. No, this was a different era in which the digital bubble was just expanding and faxes were still sent from the office and you’d see a cold day in hell before someone schlepped in wearing dirty sneaks and track pants plus not a single mum would dash the kids to school in the AM wearing the pajamas from the PM. How times have changed, eh? Down with the patriarchy! Anyway, the point of this topic is that it shows how few people truly think beyond running the treadmill for which they were programmed and how you can’t see the Game when you’re busy playing it. In case you’re wondering about her private revelation it went like this:
Ah, I ain’t gonna tell. You should have figured it out by now and if you did then congratulations, my friend, as you too may have a Warrior within you can awaken as well because the most amazing thing when we link is its straight up, pure Game that is kicked, live and direct, totally honest and served fresh because there is no need to live a masked existence once you Know the Ledge. Its sorta like how a schiz can identify another nutter, genuine, versus a university student thats faking it for a thesis about how the whole field of mental health is an immense trick designed to push pills. Know what happened? They wouldn’t release him or believe him and kept upping his meds so the professor had to come and get him! You can’t make it up, eh? Still, life is pretty strange – don’t you think? Either way, one of us is definitely crazy. I’ll let you tell it…
Have you ever looked at the world and wondered why we champion the dumb? What I mean by this is how we tend to place foolishness on a pedestal that the rest who wish to be in emulate, quick. Go ahead, look through history and you’ll find countless examples from the mad hatters to the Tide pod challenge. There is one born every minute but they were trained to become stupid. This is why I’ve said that school is nothing more or less than a way to prep you to run the treadmill hence designed to make you thick. The further you progressed, the more credentials that you get the dumber you is. Oh yes. Have you ever talked to someone who is chief in their field? I did and it was quite illuminating as I’d never met someone quite so rigid and invested in his opinion that he was certain was a fact. If there is one thing we Know, for certain, is that we are barely glimpsing a tiny bit of a much bigger pic hence why I have strong opinions, loosely held that constantly rearrange and shift as new data pours in for my introspective bliss. Thats Inner Sense, in full effect. Just think of what I said about the hat placed pon head and then see if you can spot a link between the immense amount of chemicals listed on everything you consume and place upon your flesh…
For some that may be a bridge too far and they’ll request a turban made of tinfoil which is mildly ironic as Alzheimers started soaring not long after World War II and, to nobodies surprise, tinned meals were seen as a status symbol so people have been fanatically keeping up with ignorance since Moses learned to two step, do a backspin and challenge the man who’d mastered the snake, mouse and monkey within. What do I mean by this? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Take it to the modern lens and we see otherwise beautiful, attractive women leaping on the BBL trend when, in the Eighties, the plaintive refrain of “Does my bum look big in this?” was on the lips of every lady concerned about the size of her rear end… Tell me I’m lying, better yet, try and prove me incorrect.
This is why ignorance is fashionable and we have seen no greater nexus point for mass saturation than the American decedents of chattel slavery. All the way from Steppin Fetchit up to the Bloods and Crips (who made genocide the in thing) to the present moment phenomenon of Drill which almost singlehandedly cleansed an entire generation of Black kids. Just to get a rep but what good is it now that the name sprayed on the back window has faded and the custom T you had made in commemoration isn’t worn again. I’m not saying these peoples are the cause but moreso an effect. Lets take a trip into the mind of a generation trauma vic:
Once, we were in Eden. Then the Dutch dropped in and said “N, you better git and sit in that ship to come pick some cotton” as, to them, they were less than human. Next came a few hundred years of back breaking sweat, constant threat and stress but, relax, you’ve got a day off to shake a tambourine, praise Jesus and reproduce to create more slaves. Time ticks on a bit and they’re eventually given a poor approximation of freedom but its cost is immense as, globally, their image is maligned via the media of the time and, worse still, anyone who wishes to kick Knowledge is seen as a sell out or traitor to his position. How is that for a mind trip? Now add in crippling poverty, living in urban degradation whilst the media is selling images of slick talking pimps with a bit of sniff and some tricks driving a Caddy whilst making it happen. People emulated. Why? Because ignorance is fashionable and folk in desperate situations will cling at anything to get ahead. Even if it means killing themselves, their kin and, most of all, the next generation. Each one, teach one is flipped into browbeating instead as we see an entire generation raised in mass neglect but don’t worry as heroin and crack are coming. Thanks to the CIA the jects were filled with caps and the same was busted as well. This is what was used to put gangsta rap on the map and if, like me, you’re a hip hop head you’ll have clicked how it went from a huge variety of wordsmiths kicking it on a diverse array of topics down to this:
Thanks Dre! For some, this was just what the doctor ordered as the best poisons seem sweet to the lips and then, on the flip, we had Cobain making strung out depression seem cool as well for those sans melanin. A word about this magical substance that may help one comprehend the shadows depth. It is what decides your hue but that isn’t what is so cool about it is its properties, electromagnetic. Long story longer, this is what they’ll use to create the Techno Sapiens wave as it will be used due to its properties, conductive, but that is only a tiny fragment of a much larger script as its metaphysical properties are endless which is why it was said from darkness came light. Tell em, Malcolm:
He who defines the spells gets to spin the web. Haven’t you ever clicked how spiders, for many, are quite frightening for reasons they don’t comprehend but then the selfsame people can’t wait to leap in to its creation? Strange, isn’t it? So, here we are in the present moment where hip hop has gone global. Rappin Duke must be spinning in his grave but it was all planned out by the CIA. Just like Hippies singing songs that were did by military kids. Make that make sense then recollect that gen became the Boomers who messed up everything for the rest. Bear in mind, these were the kind folk who looted pensions, tanked the economy whilst taking house prices through the roof and made college tuition a lifetime decision as you’d be up to your neck in debt that you’d then work like a Slave to excise from your neck. That and they slashed food regs which links back in with what I said at the head of the article plus they totally screwed the environment via their choice of direction. So, we now have a clique with its mind all flipped from generations of mind control and traumatic imprints. This is the legacy of the ADOS wave and their force is so powerful that people follow them even in their ignorance. Why is it that for urban Blacks the only way to get on the map is sports, drugs or entertainment? Check the global rich list then compare the artistic contributions from this ragtag bunch of misfits and how they own next to nil in all of the sectors they created as others hold the patents. Thats gatekeeping, my friend. And even if one gets ahead he is swiftly coopted to pimp his fellow man due to being infected with a mindset that makes it make sense as they forget all about the struggle when eating ostrich eggs with fish and a chug of Kool Aid thrown in. No Jonestown.
This is why ignorance is fashionable, my friend, as its all about the medium and message so if you’re reading this from a black mirror in your grip you already know about the powers of darkness and how the illusion of light springs from it. Heavy metaphysics but with a practical aspect, yes? What do I mean by this? Simple:
When you close your eyes to the outer realm the inner signals, all by themselves, are amped to the nth so who are you going to believe? Me or your lying eyes? Before god was an angry White man who yells from a cloud overhead she was a beautiful Black woman who nurtured the realm. This was, swiftly, erased from the record but the last remaining vestige that has been a constant resonance was the worship of Kali in the land of the East Indies. The nerve of these people with their names and colonization, eh?The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed hence how can folks of color – of all races – be “ethnic minorities” when, in reality, they rep ten percent at best? Not to be racist but doesn’t anyone else think that its a tad odd how people of this Earth can be allergic to what sustains it with its cosmic rays which are the same thing that activate melanin? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Note, the Soul has no color so this is no simple thing as there truly are levels and rules to the Game we’re all playing.
Ignorance is fashionable because its hard to slide uphill. That takes sustained effort, clear intent and the willingness to go against the grain whilst not doing what Simon Says. He, obviously, doesn’t like this and, much like the architect of the Matrix, has everyone plugged in in his grip. Peeps like MLK were pure PsyOps as well as they were modelled on the OG race traitor himself:
Gandhi.
Did you know the man was a stone cold racist, friend of Hitler and advised his countrymen to just sit back and chill whilst the East India Corporation looted trillions from them. Trillions. Now you know why that place is a mess and, better yet, have you ever wondered why all places shaped like triangles that dip toward the South Pole are kept super poor and ignorant even though they’re rich in spiritual traditions and mineral elements? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Same reason why the shops that sweat are filled with nimble little fingers building most of what you wear and text but, hey, at least they get anti suicide nets for a free trampoline session to relieve the stress! “The beatings will continue until regular production is resumed” says the one with jackboot applied to their neck. Your life is no different except the scam is more elegant. By the way, did you know Winston Churchill clocked in a death toll so immense that people in question say it was beyond counting? Not a people on any channel of history or authorized biography and yet it is…
Thanks again, Dre! He laughed all the way to the bank with this hit so does he ever ponder how many deaths he caused, indirect, by his attitude and mindset? I don’t mean this as a diss as the man is obviously a musical genius but if you step on the board who moves the pieces and with what intent? That is the question because like I said in that statement his simple quote about the lack of Black pride killed many careers, dead, and had the rest trying to reinvent and looking flat out ridiculous. Word to Kurtis. By the way, did you know that gangsta rap was actually invented in the East by a talented wordsmith and beat maker, par excellence, and this entire blueprint was traced, wholesale, by Ice T, NWA and the rest? Much like Reich his testimony was stricken from the record but I remember thinking how fresh his hand drawn covers were, back when. Like I said, the man has talent as he laced the imprint but, much like movies, what you consume, externally, says a lot about your inner realm hence I disconnected from a lot of this street mess right around the time I started to step on the Path you create by walking as I suddenly clicked what truly kicked hence I pay no attent to current trends beyond what I’ve seen, here and there, as I’m interested in the programming language of this realm and the intent at the helm as I transcend the Matrix on the way to emancipation. You’re all welcome as none but ourselves can free our minds ergo stay lightly dozing with your third eye open as that is when those elevated brainwaves kick that are needed to deprogram your inner realms and hand deliver death to the parasite of consciousness that feeds, individual and collective, on our pain and suffering.
That is why ignorance is fashionable, my friend. All the way from ethnics creating explosives they used for entertainment to the White man thinking “Say, this would be a pretty swell way to kill” and thus the world is what it is. Does it sound racist to call the shooting script how its writ? How else can you except to flip it if you don’t, first, accept the lay of the land, current? The net result of all of this angst and conflict is linked in with why FPS games top the list across the web as its the same Devil in a new dress. Listen, I’m not saying we should all be Mormons or Amish – just more aware as the power is in the people and the places they direct their intent as the simulation brings into view what people expect ergo the frogs in the kitchen are being cheffed, par excellence, to make sex with robots inevitable but thats a whole nother chamber you’ll need to unlock for Self.
Sometimes the friends you have prevent you from meeting the ones you need. Strange concept for some but for me something just clicked and it made it all so obvious. If you consider it in terms of resonance or the fact that you are the aggregate of the traits of those you spend most time with it makes a lot of sense that if you remove the squares from your circle something will shift in terms of your own geometrics.
We all go through stages when we’re chilling with different people. Some stay the distance if you’re not a mobile person who switches his spot every now and then. Its interesting when you consider what I’ve just said and contrast it with your imperience because the question then is “Do I make my friends or do they make me?”. Recently I’ve been pondering this because of how easy it is to be led astray and influenced by people who may not have your best interests at heart and may even be secretly plotting to ensure you’re busy walking a path toward your own destruction.
If you have five fat friends you’ll have a hard time staying slim, yes? If you are surrounded by money getting rich men then you are far more likely to come up with some dividends due to the connections. This much should be obvious. Now lets say you spend your entire day hanging around with a bunch of people who have nothing going on beyond kicking it for a frisk and seeing what happens. Sure the days and nights are wildly entertaining but the question is are you playing or getting played? I don’t mean to say that one should be perpetually productive and work from bright till delite but that distraction tastes sweet today only because it erodes what tomorrow brings and with it your potential for actualization. Hear what I’m saying?
In the case of lock picking its quite wondrous when you make it think what its seeks is present so it unfolds and renders its gifts unto your agile fingers and exquisite sensing. Imagine that you do that just for the Zen like chill it brings as it can feel quite therapeutic to have a cylinder at your desk as you spring the pins and make it happen without looking. Now imagine someone rolls up and says “Hey, we can use those skills and get rich! Come, lets be criminals. It will be interesting”. Obviously they don’t pitch it like this but thats the intent because first comes the praise and ego aggrandizement, then comes the challenge and “I bet you couldn’t pick…” and from then on its just a case of getting you consumed with consumption and before you know it you are bypassing some multi level entry system while frying the cameras with well positioned laser pointer pens and wearing false fingerprints made from fake skin to ensure they waste time wild goose chasing someone who doesn’t exist and thus miss whats obvious.
And it all starts with a conversation. An introduction. A square is moved into your circle with a script and intent which will lead to this because like boiling a live frog the Victim is lowered in to a cold pot which is turned up in increments.
It really is quite wicked and I wonder how many trains of thought have been derailed in this way with people whose talents were perverted and turned into weapons that were used against them?
Sometimes the friends you have prevent you from meeting the ones you need.
You might’ve had big dreams back when about making something happen but your best friend wasn’t really into it and never actively encouraged your development. Your parents didn’t care. Matter of fact they thought this foible was foolish and wished you’d keep your mind on your studies so you can get a good job, get married, have some kids and tick all of the boxes they expect filled in return for gifting you a life to be lived to satisfy their expectations. Its wild how this silent contact works and how effective emotional blackmail, straight up threats of abandonment or banishment as well as various other tricks are wielded by parents but, hey, you can’t choose them.
But friends you can. And if you can’t select being by your Self. It may be hard but I assure its worth it as you start seeing things very different without these external influences that may not be to your best interests. The group I call the Slave/Masters have one intent and that is the desecration of Inner Sense via instilling thoughts and concepts that encourage Self Destruction.
Look around at the world they’ve built that sits firmly in the grip of medias influence as you decode the popular messages of the moment and it will become Self evident. My tale was a smaller performance on a more intimate scale but they used the same tricks. Look at how many alcoholic single cat ladies there are right now due to Sex In The City selling them a dream that they could not only have their cake, eat it and stay trim but that they would also be congratulated for it on the other end.
Instead they found withered eggs, a drought of male attention as they were now seen as over the hill and no longer desirable. Of course they’ll blame everyone but themselves but the truth of the matter is Self evident in retrospect. Television really is the perfect poison and whilst this is a tangent its all interconnected in the end which is why I say one should consider their social circle in terms of resonance.
Do they uplift or drag you down to their level? See the thing with Self Destruction is that it feels quite wonderful for one that hates themselves as you are driving out a physical organism whose consciousness doesn’t truly believe the worth of its own existence. This type of self hatred is rife in this day and age of image building, social fronting and feeling nothing from within but an abyss of self loathing. Cytoklism I believe its called, from a biological lens.
The aim of the Opponent to get his Victim consumed with his own consumption and thus ensures his destruction happens without their fingerprints being present as they simply tipped the first domino when you let them in as they came bearing compliments and a script designed to ensure that seat on the bus was filled so that you didn’t think of striking up a conversation with who could’ve sat next and been a far better influence.
This type of thing is actually happening. Active disruption in a sense which is waged against those with potential to go against the System. The trick is knowing this and not letting your mind be a weapon used against your best interest by refusing these corrupted points of reference designed to lure you into the web they spin using occult secrets. Dangerous combination – cons and chess… And yet, we are initiates:
RIP fake friends – you were already dead when you went against the actualization of my true potent. It just took me a minute to click and catch up with the unfinite and see through your decep… And yet, in a twist most ironic, you were also the greatest teachers as well for you showed me the ways, indirect, plus the tools your crew uses for suppression of the rest. Gratefully accepted are these lessons because if it takes so many of you to attempt this with such tricks then my true strength must be immense…
Some habits we acquire through brute force repetition others we accept due to mass ignorance.
The base totality of your reality is so super, duper sketch that if you were to mentalspeak to a being from another realm and describe it you’d see how ridiculous it is. Especially if they questioned:
“If its really real, as you posit then why does your planet and Sun/Moon elements have a One Oh Eight resonance harmonic? Surely thats impossible if natural and better yet why are the levels of things required for life to exist so finely tuned and interlinked that a single molecule of difference at inception means you wouldn’t even be hearing this?”.
Not to diss the many with thoughts of ascent and all of this but they quite often merely preaching platitudes that Ctrl C, Crtl V anothers attitudes like they are their own:
“We’re spiritual beings having a human experience!” drips off the lips with ease but tell me what remains in the moments of sheer rage and fury at what another mortal did?
If you are as you said so powerful then why the intense reaction my friend?
What exactly takes over then?
Could there be another playa in the Game that has through skilful trickery convinced you you’re them and they’re you quite possibly via the voice in your head that talks but few comprehend they ain’t it but the one listening.
Herein lies the truth of Gnosis and how second hand its as much use as a man on an island of lesbians but to those plugged in the illusion is really real ergo they accept the script without question even though naught but stress is what they mainly get with a hint of a promise with a glimmer of content now and then if they’re lucky that is…
That too has a reason for the Game has seasons and this one at present is the Age of Lead aka Kali Yuga mindset.
We are in effect dregs as the best left and this is what you get but tucked away in the mix are the 8% who came here specific with a reason and mission:
Obviously this is a silent subtext but felt nonetheless from the time they made you “Sit still, look ahead do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affec” up until the bit they put a black cube on your head and say:
“Congratulations! You passed the test you regurgitated on command everything we said. Shine on you square watermelon!”.
You know how they say a pic is a thousand words? Take a glance and say what you see. Peer deeply before you proceed at the generated image which sits at the head of this wall of text.
Here’s what kicks:
On the surface we have someone, stylized, watching a flick that looks a lot like Truman leaving the ship on his way to his exodus from a world of make pretend. Look again.
The goggles rep seeing what one expects aka the reality tunnel effect. The Warrior digs a little deeper for he trusts not his peepers, programmed, and believes there is a little more to the sketch than Simon Says… The mechanized body is a hint of not only the forthcoming Techno Sapiens thing but also how many people, at present, live a robotic existence. The VR is stimulating the visual cortex, direct, which holds a similar resonance to the Lucifer sigil when it comes to data coming in which is quite interesting, yes? I won’t even mention biophotons and the role they play in all of this or what the Big Bang truly is and its occult link with Zinc from way back when as the fabled philosophers wool of the Alchemists…
What else? There is nobody else as it hints we interact with figments of our imagination that may or may not exist ergo, if looking from within, those chairs would be filled when, in reality, you are the only Soul in this realm. The movie is where it gets thick as its filled with occult symbolism about the true nature of reality, forces at the helm and why Plato called it a Cave, Shakespeare preferred a Stage and I say its a Game we all play using our Souls as credits:
There are stairs leading to the screen just like the ones via which the true man ascends as a cryptic hint that media may be used to convey more than it tells plus there is the old “What you watch and what it says” which is something I use, often, when helping clients excel as its way quicker to crack the shell of the (false) self by using a metaphorical message they comprehend thats taken to a higher res.
Anyway, not bad for some AI slop, eh? There is much more as well but I’ll let you decode that, if you wish, as this tech is going nowhere and the next few will prove there are those who follow and a few that think as mankind is divided against itself which, in the end, is exactly the same song that the race has been singing for a few thousand years and counting so its all according to keikaku then… The question is, who sees the bigger pic for as this thought imperiment proves, pretty well, what presents may not be obvious when glancing but certainly becomes Self evident once you Know the Ledge so what of the billions of bits of data that, every second, the pretender in your head rejects in order to keep its grip on your consciousness?
If you’re reading this then its by no accident, my friend. You have just met an opportunity you may not consciously recollect yet but, for certain, will as you progress. How can I be so sure of this? Simple:
From life to death and back again is not even in the top three of strangest things I’ve personally seen in my existence. If there is a fringe then, just beyond it, there is a Ledge. I Know it well. From the shadows depth I push the pen and its as for my own comprehension as thine for, in the end, we both sport the same spark of consciousness – an element of the Prime who pre-exists. The difference is I met that resonance just beyond the flesh then came back again ergo my perspective is, by definition, a little different to the ones plugged in. “To what?” you may question. Well, consider this:
It is why, I suspect, Plato called it a Cave and stated that he who escapes to feel the Sun on his face will meet immense resistance by those still within the elaborate construction as A) everyone is doing it and B) change is threatening. Shakespeare expanded on this with his stage concept where he stated men played roles with scripts of which they were totally ignorant. I go beyond this and request you tell how, exactly, you can be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens? That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?
Add in the fact that they found error checking code in the depths of outer space along with the exceedingly improbable fine tuned tolerances required for there to be life on this planet along with a million other things ranging from how we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our head or how the brain is designed to tell fibs that it then buys in, without question, along with the odd blip that there is a tiny percentage of people on the planet that do not fall for optical illusions who are, for some reason, persecuted without mercy from the days of James Tilley to the present moment.
That meant that all the so called crazies in the ends found my presence akin to an oasis of sanity in a world that is like a cuckoos nest ergo they flocked by the bakers dozen and we conversed, at depth. Chief among their questions was how I was like one of them within but, externally, I blended in. They wanted to know my secret so they too could escape the grips of enforced medication that merely kept them numb and compliant. The same paradigm exists for the Slave mindset which makes up 81% of the planet who accept the “Sit still, look ahead” programming that was poured in to their developing consciousness, back when, and has never been questioned since. The ones who did this are skin to the people who walk in front of the flame in Plato’s Cave and enact shadowplay for the rest. That leaves 8% who are capable of awakening the Warrior within and thus transcending this entire Game we all play using our Souls as credits and, if you’re still reading, there is a high chance you’re one of them. Your starter for Zen:
As a child you rebelled. Your thirst was something school could not quench. You may have dumbed down to fit in or acted like a class clown instead along with a myriad of things to escape this invisible grip that others seemed to accept. I call this process the square watermelon effect. Something totally unnatural but equally commercial as its all done for other ends that most will never, ever comprehend. The proof? Simple, look how people are miserable but, equally, pretending to live a life of bliss on the interwebs with photos edited to death as they try to sell an image they don’t live. Why do you buy in and validate their deception? That, my friend, is a question of immense depth as it hints we’re beings of resonance in the grips of something so vast and immense that the human mind simply cannot comprehend the true sketch. Kind of like how an idiot savant can be flown over a city and then, from memory, draw the whole thing.
What if we are a dumbed down species that was artfully disconnected from within and told to look, instead, to false idols and images that promise all types of things as long as you run the treadmill and tune in to your regularly scheduled programming? There are loads of other things that hint its just like this and you don’t even need a tinfoil turban on your head but, one request:
At what point did you become certain that you had it all sussed, totally correct, and thus there was nothing new to ascertain? That is when you died to the resonance of Inner Sense and became, instead, Adulterated. It was also the birth of the (false) self that yaps from your head and demands constant distraction as a way to ease the stress most dare not admit and then we have the war cry of “Everybodies doing it!” and need to fit in.
This, to the (false) self, is a fate worse than death as its lifelong confidence trick at the helm of your consciousness is laid bare for what it is. This is, at its most basic, what I’ve learned from a life that is so far beyond the reg it feels like a car whose speedo went off the top end and now sits, motionless, whilst all around things are moving faster than one can imagine.
The children of the cloud will be like this. The future will be quite different to the present and it all comes down to the OS inside your head and who coded it. I have helped countless clients and randoms I one shot met on the pavement see life from a more empowering lens ergo I look at language and its use skills like tools in a chest which can do some pretty amazing things as it all hints at not only the primacy of consciousness but power of imagination as well along with a billion other things that really make me grin as I have Inner Sense at the helm of my awareness and thus I cannot say I possess the answers but, each day, I generate better questions so there is a process of refinement which is demonstrated, well, by the articles I’ve shared on the web.
Either way, its an invitation to prove me incorrect as that which remains must be, on spec, worthy of checking, yes? Especially if it contradicts the official record. Like a man who died, middle aged, due to a bullet through his brain then he came back, reincarnated, as a poor kid in a village which he complained about, no end, and demanded to be taken to see his wife and kids as he was on a mission of vengeance against those who killed him, dead. Eventually his folks relent and take him up on his request. He surprises everyone by pointing out things known by no one else – like where he buried the gold, back when and many other things. In the end he takes his shooters to court and has them tossed in the bing before going on to live a life of yogic bliss that is totally different from that of the criminal he was on a previous spin.
Sound like a movie?A great action flick? It actually happened, in times recent as well, and the man is currently living out his existence. Just stop and think, if we are within a realm where such things can happen and be upheld with legal judgement then maybe, just maybe, all of what I said before this could hint at a way more accurate model of reality than they poured into your head, yes? That is all I’m offering, my friend:
A choice.
A choice to look again via the eyes of Inner Sense and not the jaded peepers accustomed to a reality tunnel because, like I said about those 8 bits:
The other hemisphere of your head thinks in images, symbols and patterns. Obtuse links and correlates that may make no consciousness sense but are solid, nonetheless. You meet it each night in dreams then, upon rising, try and make sense of the ridiculous that communicates messages both frivolous and important before you shake your head, vacate the bed and live out the “Work, buy, consume, die” script they programmed in, back when.
Out of all the illusions in this realm the operation of the mind, is by, the best I have seen yet. I mean, its so amazing that its got billions of people convinced they’re humans! Of this a subset that believe themselves to be advanced as they point at stats and tech that affirm their ignorance attest:
What an idiot! I don’t blame him though, its his parents fault he’s like this and then he, in turn, will ladle hot piles of steaming ignorance in his kids as he pats them on the head for regurgitating best what another says in programming them. Do you actually know how your mind works? A famous politician once said the world is governed by totally different personages than suspected by the plebs and another chipped in with a quip that went something like this:
Did you ever take your toys apart, back when, to find how they function? Better yet, how about attempting to liberate the squiggle of ink from inside a marble? Some say form provides definitions by limits to move within but what happens if you make this process recursive and constantly encroaching? Would this pic be an accurate rep of your inner realms then?
A commentator once described the skills of a purveyor of pugilism, par excellence, with a quip that was so dead on accurate that it described, perfect, how it must have felt to step into a ring with a kid with dynamite in both fists:
“He presents his opponent with a narrowing set of options that get steadily worse as they progress”.
No wonder as he hit with bad intentions and that, itself, is an immense hint about how the Game is totally mental and I mean that in the speculative as well as operative sense. On the school yard, back when, I often pondered abstract things. Like why the nerdy kids were weak and rail thin but overflowing with intelligence whilst the jocks were, in general, thick as bricks but got all the chicks, regardless. Taking it to another level I asked a friend what would kick if I took the internals of a pal he called best and put that same resonance inside the flesh of one who he detested. Then I sat there and watched the wrench of thought derail the tracks in his head as he simply could not comprehend it and wouldn’t even entertain my reasoning. This was, no doubt, the genesis of the 81/11/08 algorithm for I soon discovered that if you take ten peeps, on average, you’ll note that 8 simply cannot think like this as they are too well trained with scripts whilst more than one gets it but plays stupid on purpose. Less than one truly comprehend and they, often, come back with something fresh to challenge what you said as they too ponder at a higher res. This statement is as true now as it was then so get in where you fit in, you square watermelon.
Imagine a song plays that states the lyrics of your life, as it is. The problem is the signal is steadily corrupted by a load of noiZ and static that, eventually, overpowers the singer and thus you miss what they say. Everyone has, I’m sure, sang a song they heard spinning but totally mangled the lyrics as they heard different. This is how your mind works, in essence, as we’re within a construction that is a curious mix of melody and binary coding. Some say they are one and the same but seen from a different frame and I don’t disagree with this as sketched in this missive in which kids teach themselves as we may meet a child who does nothing but tinkle keys, day in, day out, as this does please and, eventually, he leaps to maths but now seen through the notes within and clicks, in an instant, the common links that do exist. This skill then develops to English Lit so he can pen some lyrics and thus is an a constant state of refinement that speaks his language. On the flip another may have gravitated toward drawing as he felt tone deaf. He invests the same time doing this and, one day, realizes that color palettes and musical keys definitely share some similarities and when he combines these two skills he finds math in the mid and, eventually, both come to excel in their fields, respective, but their viewpoints are holistic yet totally different. That, my friend, is a true education and not what they sell at your nearest (legally mandated) camp of concentration. I’ll let you tell why this is and you can, if you wish, extrapolate at how, in this timeline, both would become mediocre at best and disappointments to their parents as they flunked most of the tests as C grade students whereas the talent to be A+ prodigies was always there, beneath, the conditioning that trained them to fit into supposed to boxes as square watermelons instead.
The so called schizo is so correct when he clicks that his mind is tampered with but saying this out loud equals a depot injection in the rear end which only exist not to fix but make them manageable instead so they don’t infect the rest of the rotten apples, barreling, down the psychosocial treadmill, Thunking:
Except, it doesn’t. Never has worked and never will but it certainly makes the tills ring, yes? The mind works like a concerto and you either conduct these elements or are a puppet on a string. Better yet, consciousness is akin to a canvas and various celestial and terrestrial aspects doth sling ink upon it. If you stand there, like an idiot, you’ll miss the co-creating aspect and this is why, I suspect, your favorite artists were high as kites when they made the art the defined a generation as it allowed them to, temporarily, slip the shackles of ignorance and get back in their true element which is Inner Sense. “How do we get there then?” says the astute reader, intuitive. Well, I’m glad you asked. The first thing one must do is comprehend they are not the voice in their head. The second is pick up a pen with the hand you don’t write with and reforge that link with the child within and listen to what they said. After this its akin to starting fresh at the gym with pink weights which means switch off the screen for a bit and start doodling or, better yet, give vent to those emotions you suppressed, back when, as two words shattered your inner realms. One guy rendered his angst via a biblical lens and drew himself as David with his father a Goliath who he felled with a sling. To him this meant everything as he was razed (not a spelling mistake) in a house that was big on tradition with a “Children should be seen and not heard” mindset where exuberance and horseplay was met with lots of threats of Hell and damnation. They certainly did this as his creative element was blockaded, super quick. Cue immense feelings of shame and guilt the moment he looked at his drawing so he came running my drop in and said:
See how quick, under stress, he did regress to the very same thing, a moment ago, he was railing against? This is how your mind actually works, my friend. Trauma, timelines and trance, in full effect. Another tip is examining, with a critical lens, what you watch and what it says. Consider this article in which I mention a process as this is a great tool to help recollect the bits that are missing because most folks have a tiny fragment of conscious recollection of their time in the flesh, back when, as the rest was all suppressed as it didn’t fit the narrative. This goes times ten if one or both of your parents is dead and thus the chap in question learned to sift the filth from gold within until he gained a state of equilibrium which said:
“He was a good man and equally terrible as well who did the best he could with the limited skills in his grip and, even though he was miserable, tried to make me like him as that was the family tradition”.
His artwork came on in leaps and bounds as his nagging pains vanished with no medical help or pills. Funny how that works, isn’t it? Ultimately there is no need for me to speak of my own internal realms to thee as its best you do the Knowledge and find out for Self as its so much more productive because there will be 81% who think this is either stupid or interesting (but no point in the mid) and both will end up ignoring it as it threatens their coping mechs. 11% know the sketch but they too will not attempt as their negative polarity spin demands a “No questions asked” mindset they try and impress on the rest ergo they may try to discredit instead, loudly, from the comments section with plenty of bots like them to help share their message. 8% already Know the deal and are busy doing the Knowledge in their own language and from them there may be a section that needed a quick hint, nudged in, to point them in the correct direction as gnosis is a concept totally foreign to the officially sanctioned concentration camp effect.
Try it, see what kicks. Even if its only to prove me incorrect…
OutrunTwo is a stone cold classic. And I mean that in both senses as not can you not buy it currently (nor have been for ages) but, worst of all, there is no definitive as each version has its perks and quirks. The SX edition aims to change this. Just one of the many titles I’ve envisioned for Sega’s return to the hardware game, as I stated in the vid. Starting off strong this modernized reimagining will keep the main game as it is but add in some new tricks:
Same classic stages. The drift is identical. What I envision thats new is a small list of things that would be easy to implement and, developmentally, cost next to nothing as a load of the assets are already sitting. Lets get lateral with them then! Your starter for ten:
Fifteen new tracks built around Sega’s greatest strength:
A back catalogue of IPs that is immense. Can you imagine screeching through Inaba as it links into Sonic’s Star Light Zone next? How about spinning out in Kamurocho then taking in the sights of the astral as you race the night away? On goes the list. There is plenty to pick, yes? My particular faves are the one, listed, where you see a vivid reimagining of Green Hill Zone in a felt cloth aesthetic much like the floor mat/race track many had back when. The Afterburner jet drag race course is also pretty spiff as I’ve envisioned loads of stages designed to bring the nostalgia racing back again. The next fifteen tracks are new venues and things. Like the land of Eng, Italy as well and a few others I’ve imagined. The best part is the weather is now dynamic so this adds in an extra bit of skill as the handling shifts and this is the main reason I chose this title as the first resurrected on DCSX:
I have designed some haptic analog sticks.
That means you’ll feel it kick back as it drifts. Each acceleration shift will bring a thunk as well. Not only this but the gyro controls will be a DCSX exclusive (as will the release be, for months six) as the device can be used as is or controller on your TV set as well. Thirty player online matches where the starts are staggered depending on the skill of your driving so everyone gets to join in. Custom soundtracks are available and I’ve imagined a host of new challenges as well. Like Maraca Mode in which you drift in link with the rhythm in order to excel. Sega have an immense rack of catchy tunes. This launch title will use them well. As will what comes next…
See, whilst it may come to the market strong with their entire DC back catalogue, upscaled, and arcade classics with net play as well along with the social aspects and Net Yaroze dev environment I mentioned the main point of his launch title is to showcase the entire ethos of the platform:
Make games entertaining and cheap to develop. A brand new ecosystem that encourages bedroom coders and thus hones the next gen of talent with a Sega supported environment along with place to sell as well. Getting back to OutrunTwo SX:
You can host a remote or local contest, select the track order and then let rip. Race them backwards, forwards, in which ever way you pick. Not only this but I’ve envisioned a whole host of bonus challenges. Like the Persona stage in which you collect cards then fuse a pick to pull off tricks. The aforementioned rhythm based challenges and so much more as well. Like knockout races, chase the flag and who’s hard to hit which is a totally tactical way of playing. Best of all? No blue shells or weapons – just pure skill. You can match with elites or have the staggered start if you wish. Everyone finds their own level of challenge and that “One more go!” thrill. Whoever sits at the top of the leaderboard gets an exclusive skin and, get this, you can bet them! Or just stick to gambling your Outrun Miles if you wish. There are plenty of options as this is just a mere hint of the concept.
The dynamic weather keeps it interesting as it changes the physics in response to your skill level so the novice barely notices but the expert feels the back end drift. Not only this but a fuel gauge that rewards the efficient so its not just the time you’re running against when the needle is on red. These are, as everything else, optional. Another level of challenge for the professionals who have been racing for two decades straight. Like being able to buy upgrades and tune your vehicle as well. Nothing crazy, this is arcade racing in the end and the game accounts for the advantage so you begin at the end.
I haven’t even spoke on a tiny bit of what I envision for this concept and, as mentioned, its development costs are minimal. Thats a hallmark of the ten titles I’ve picked and the one that comes next will have you tap the side of your head as you yell:
See, to be as good as they were back then takes more than Sega, my friend. That is where I come in as I see a bigger pic and whole ecosystem that doesn’t exist yet. But will. See, I predict the Western gaming market will tank or, at the least, undergo a course correction. Based on my estimates of development Sega could get back into the hardware game with minimal investment and leverage their immense back catalogue by thinking laterally with IPs, withering, as they introduce a brand new generation to exactly what made them so special, back when. Not only this but timed exclusives give them a place to spotlight their releases because they have dropped some excellent games that just don’t sell at the moment. A word on the coming trend:
When development costs are in the hundreds of millions and the market is immense you simply cannot cater to everyone as, in the end, no one wants what you sell. The DCSX environment changes this as ARM chips and smaller size equals less risk and more room for maneuvering. Or drifting. I’ll let you tell it, my friend. This way they buck the trend, generate a home portable that comes out of the gate with an immense catalogue of hits but, best of all, its these redux features that are spinning around in my head as most of them are dusting off old IPs they pretend don’t exist. As for the Ferrari license, its simple:
Look at this. They need some good PR and thus this is the perfect moment to pick up the phone and give them a ring. Six months to bring a brand new product with remastered games to market is pushing it but its a zero risk proposition as my idea for Hyenas would claw back double the investment that, at present, is just languishing.
If you like what I’ve got to say and want to see it happen then send a link, let em know. If you truly want fun games again then its the only way to go as increased fidelity and design by committee has got the field in a stagnant mess. The time is now, my friend.
If you peel away these veils then something far more intricate and dense does present itself. This the so called schizo knows well hence his reaction is the only sane one but there are those, now and past (future as well), that do the same but recalibrate at each state with new datasets. We call them mystics. Each religious sect has its own aspect that were looked at as fringe heretics and such things. Previously they were known as witches for this stream of natural gnosis, back when, was passed down the feminine line. Not to say men were not pitching in, as they were, but this all stems from the imprint of hunting versus foraging ergo the traditions run deep. I mean, read this thread for what I said about a documentary I watched back when and how scientists were amazed to find that mere animals knew how to locate an analgesic and other healing tonics from the bush to create a poultice. This is what they stripped from the collective consciousness in order to sell patented chemicals instead to fix the ills they, themselves, are creating!
The fact that anyone who questions the official script is seen as a lunatic or conspiracy theorist should be enough of a tell, yes? I mean, when did you stop? Asking questions, that is? I haven’t and never will because this is the hallmark of the state I’ve termed Inner Sense. It, as its name suggests, is an innate resonance that wishes to comprehend and reality test everything. Life though gets in the way because many parents are exasperated by this incessant stream of curiosity that does not relent so they wring the authority bell of “Because I said so” which causes them to retreat into their shell. This is then echoed at school by asking a Q and having the class laugh as you keep pressing down upon your own potential as the desire to fit in is that immense. Remember the curve distribution I mentioned? Well, at one end you have the profoundly retarded that cannot do the most simple things and yet one trip over a city in a helicopter and they can draw a perfectly scaled representation of such thing or perform intense mathematical calculations in an instant. Note, they didn’t go to school for this so from whence comes this wisdom?
What I said about the so called idiot savant really attests to this as they don’t fit the mold but what leaks instead shows there is more, way more, to the sketch that the official story does attest. On the other end we have the genuine, bonafide mystic who doesn’t just happen to click the truth by accident. No, its an ongoing effort. From one life to the next in which he simply will not relent and then, at one point, he builds what death cannot destroy and then its on! What I mean by this is whilst they may have wiped your mind, electronic, in between incarnations they cannot dim the magnetic resonance of what beats in your chest and it recollects. Thing is it only speaks in silence and how can that compete against the voice in your head that jibber jabbers without relent? Find the gap between the thoughts and use your intent to crowbar open the doors of perception, my friend. This is exactly what was meant by Jesus being crucified on a hill that was Aramaic for your head as the two thieves rep the hemispheres of your head ergo we are the Gz, us! Wonderful, isn’t it? Being filled with wonder, I meant. Got to ponder how they flipped the lex on awful though, yes? See, words are thoughts held hostage and thus the programming language that formed your inner realms needs Self authoring at some point if you truly wish to transcend. Get it? “Trance, end”. Its all so obvious when seen as nothing is hidden from the eyes of wisdom which, once again, is an eloptic hint about the third in the mid becoming illuminated and seeing the Game for what it is…
The reason why I said what I did at the head of this article is very simple.
If you were handed a map of a town that said “This is what it is and how you get from A to Z” most would be perfectly content in following the script and walking along tracks, pre-etched. As you can imagine this would lead to no type of innovation as very few would question who created diagram and from what elevation? “What was the intent? Why do they say there are twenty six letters in the English alphabet when its Self evident there is double this as each upper and lower case variant is its own glyph?”. See what I mean about nothing being hid, my friend? Now, the mind that comes to this type of conclusion would have intuitively rebelled against everything, back when, and got plenty of school reports that said he had immense talent but never concentrated and was frequently disruptive as he yelled out whatever was in his head with no respect for the teacher at the head or the rest of the students, diligent. That is because he sensed the squaring of the melon trick and did his best to not acquiesce as it was a demonstration of free will that rejects the System and its programming. Now, if we look at the rest the ones that bowed heads and grinned when an A was presented on the test to check who regurgitated best whatever Simon Says we’d note they would fit in really well with the world that was built. They’d also have a load of other problems to which they outsource solutions that merely mask symptoms and I’d be willing to bet that quiet introspection was totally alien to them. The wonderer, on the flip, would still be drawing his own conclusions about everything ergo only 8% of the populace are truly capable of awakening. The rest simply cannot handle the shift in voltage as their neural circuits are ill equipped due to years of neglect for they wear a well worn groove in their head with thoughts they can predict before they’re expressed. Ask one of them how they can be the voice in their head when they’re obviously that which listens and some will grin with an “Oh yeah!” before having it swiftly edited from the record and carrying on as intended. Question them again about where in the heck we must be, currently, if there is even a need for someone to send prophets that another side kills dead to generate profits instead as their adherents argue among themselves and you’ll be met with stares of blankness. Some may yell “Death to the infidel!” as you contradict their programming and thus they take it as a diss whilst only those used to pushing the envelope and watching it bend will truly comprehend the shadows depth.
That is where the magic happens, you know? Its why I said its a Game of three halves, my friend, as there is what you know you know (aka the conscious content of your head) what you know you don’t (like how to solve the Riemann Hypothesis) and then permeating all of this we have an immense veil of ignorance that most do not even suspect exists as they never stepped from A to Z then wondered what happens if they kept on moving and grooving to encounter a Path they create by walking which is lower case. See why money is called “Capital” yet? If they did they’d find a place that was dark, scary and interesting. Sit for a while and you’ll find your inner child and then the rest makes way more sense as, together, you set off on a Hero’s Quest to get back to heart centered consciousness. Literally every single movie you’ve ever watched is about this, in some way, and watching someone else put the work in presents a balm to soothe the pains you won’t admit. Its why I said that sitting alone in a totally silent, all white room for forty five minutes with no distractions will cause the most well trained to flip their lids as there is nowhere to escape and thus you will, inevitably, come face to face with your inner realms…
Here is the problem:
Anyone who goes against the script is seen as being off his head as the System protects your investment in it. No matter how lucid or cogent their argument it is, in effect, useless if it remains second hand gnosis because it is not you mapping your own inner terrain but playing another Game of Simon Says. As you have probably guessed, the masses are super great at this and the reality pimps know this. I mean, just try this test and see what happens. Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve penned over eight hundred articles and have recently came to this conclusion but then the question is was that a waste of effort or simply tools of increasing refinement that will lead, inevitable, to finding the one single statement, resonance or question that effortlessly cracks everyones programming and thus sets them off on a quest for gnosis? I think it is because its obvious the world is awakening hence the System amps the pressure to conform as trauma imprinting and terror manipulating is what it does best but once you get you are the only Soul in this realm and how watching the news is bad for your health you’ve gained your starter for ten when it comes to Knowing the Ledge and awakening the Warrior within. The reason I penned that term, back when, was due to the whole A – Z effect I mentioned as that way is broad, well lit and filled with amusements as its externally based on signs and symbols accepted but never questioned. The lower case adventure is intensely personal and this is why every single piece of post you get that has to do with dividends or remuneration has your name in ALL CAPITALS. Don’t believe? Put it to the test and let the letters pile up for a month before opening with two piles and you’ll see why its like this. What if you were actually living a masked existence and believed the face, reflected, was accurate? Would you rather Know whilst living or invest in the illusion till the end before doing it all again? See why I said the truth of “reality” would drive a normal man outsane as the previous words that were said in this article all came to a head with that last statement so if you reverse engineer the process you’ll see how its all interlinked and as subtle as it is Self evident. I mean, before reading how many of you clicked there were actually fifty two letters in the English alphabet? Dual reality, in full effect.
