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A man murders his family. He is caught covered in their blood with remnants of flesh, all around him. He sports a wild, demonic grin and denies not a thing as his weapon he does sling onto the pavement as the local authorities bag and tag him. What comes next is a trial that will, in ways quite farcical, attempt to ascertain his guilt or innocence in all of this as people, paid, argue back and forth in front of the bench. He sits in a cell for a while, is prepped, checked, prodded and tested as various experts provide their opinion which is etched on the record before a man in a high chair passes judgment. As counter to this we have a man who lives alone, in isolation, as he never really had many friends and found the social aspect an immense drain on his already fragile inner realms. Sometimes he could swear he saw something else inside them or, to be more accurate, come through them. He preferred being alone anyway as that allowed him to escape into the land of imagination but, recently, whilst out shopping he felt that people were talking about him and he was quite certain he could see something, dark yet invisible, flit past and hiss at him. He goes to confide in his doctor who says “Quick! To the mental asylum”.

It is here the real test begins as they, within an instant, claim he is a paranoid schizophrenic. When he asks the basis and what proof they have of this as he resists the medication they throw at him they take it as proof positive their view is correct and thus he is subdued, by force, and slung into a padded cell with a depot injection slammed in his rear end. When he comes to he feels frantic and scared at what has just happened for this was a man of sensitivity and intelligence for whom the world as it stands had a tendency to overwhelm as he was born and raised by a sheltering, over protective mother who died recently and left him standing in a world, so cold. None of this matters and the psychs give not an F because if he says nothing they label him sullen and withdrawn then up his meds but if he protests they say the same. I guess, for some, a chemical cosh is the equivalent of a hammer and and any head that sticks above the parapet of reality as they say it is is nailed, real quick, so the rest don’t get any funny ideas whilst locked in the cuckoos nest. I say all of that to say this:

Why is there is no due process for schizophrenics?

How are these glorified sales reps for pharmaceutical corporations the end all, be all of their life sentence when, as in the above example, the murderer at least gets a fair shake of the tale? Let me tell you a story, from back when:

A taxi pulled up and the driver came lumbering into my premises with a note in his grip and said “You know Mr X?”. I nodded my head and he requested his payment for said slip which, whilst unusual, wasn’t unexpected as stranger things had happened in the place where minds melded and concepts clashed as we pondered the ins and outs of wearing flesh and walking around on a planet as it chased a fireball into the distance whilst floating in the abyss… It had a number scrawled on it, local, that I rang and heard:

“You’ve got to come and get me. Things went a bit Pete Tong and they’ve sectioned me and pumped me full of meds. They won’t let me speak to anyone and anything I do or don’t just convinces them they’re correct and I’m off my head. What the F? Help”.

So I did. That is why I can attest I see the ins and outs of this farce and call it for what it is because whilst I have no medical training or such things I can argue with the best of them and prove how any point they raise is actually paper thin with naught backing it but ignorance and how this entire field is filled with charlatans who do more damage than help as they don’t comprehend its the world that has the problem, not the so called schizophrenic who comes face to faceless with the horrible truth of incarnation and thus does the only sane thing:

Loses his mind, programmed. Its the next bit their intervention prevents and thus creates the malady they profess to be solving:

Coming back to ones senses.

This is why there is no due process for schizophrenics as the first one to do this would easily signal to the rest of the plebs, tuned in to a corrupted wavelength, that they cannot be the voice in their heads when they are actually that which listens, correct? From then on the domino effect kicks in and the castles in the sky most live in fall whilst bringing rude awakenings about the true nature of cows, sacred, they dare not examine but are used to foment intense conflict as a way of animating the suppressed urges in their depths that are due to be raised and trained like square watermelons into a role totally inauthentic, not coherent and, frequently, downright outsane if examined in the cold light of day. But, to birds born in a cage, flying is a sickness ergo when Icarus dons his wings they swiftly dowse them in the petrol of psychotropics then set fire as well as a warning to the rest of what can happen for daring to question the reality tunnel. If you ever need proof positive that we, humans, are being farmed for negative emotions via intensely induced stress for the benefit of beings, invisible, that are intertwined with our awareness then visit a mental asylum. Its your life, times ten, in the sense that the din and yells within those four walls are what you call “office politics” or “arguing with the wife over something pointless” and “yelling at that fool who doesn’t know what a blinker is“. Yours are just spread thin and accepted by the rest who get the same deal. The invisible demons around them which cause stress and such things as they pump signs and signals into their heads are your news channels and so called free press which perform the magical ritual of sending a frequency in which makes you yelp and feel unsafe and uncertain as you run to the store and buy as much toilet paper as you can handle…

Are you starting to see the links and why due process doesn’t exist for schizophrenics as it all it would need is for an eloquent one to take the stage, rep himself and tell it how it is. Of course they’d still try and claim he was off his lid which is why its best to fly straight, low key, instead and dodge bullets like the Matrix as you kick Knowledge to those capable of decoding it as only 8% are truly desiring of gnosis and willing to put that work in to enlighten from within as they bask in the glow of Inner Sense. The other 81% think this makes no sense as they listen to the voice in their head they Thunk is them without comprehending the depth of the illusion the 11% have span in their consciousness… Really consider this, my friend, because if it truly was your mind (with you at the helm) you’d be able to still it for ninety seconds, yes? Go ahead, prove me incorrect. Or correct, if you will.

The fact that a man can murder many, leave a trail of bloodshed then get his lawyer to argue him down to insanity versus one man who never hurt anyone else, in this example, just merely said he’s unsure of the voice in his head is afforded no due process? Why is this? Simple, he, as a singular, threatens the invisible conquest over billions by a predator of consciousness who sends in his Agents to protect his investment.

81/11/8.

Get in where you fit in…

Take it back to the tip, look at how pretty much everyone else is handled by this System and then compare that to the plight of one who never hurt anyone, never did anything dangerous beyond uttering a few words that said “Things are playing with my head and I suspect life is not how it presents”. That is it, isn’t it? Take a look at the lives and mental health of people pre and post this encounter and examine. Better yet, speak to them. Note how many of them will not say a thing to the “pros” as it just gets more medication but I have a superpower which is no matter how badly one trips they always see me as me and that, in a world ever changing, is an immense beacon of hope and solidity as they Know they can speak freely to one who will assist them in any way he can at their time of darkness or, as I said to one sitting on a bench:

“What if its not a breakdown but a breakthrough? What then? Sometimes its the cracked vessel that lets the light pour out from within and in a world obsessed with selling lightbulbs one could argue, pretty well, there is a vested interest in preventing this Gnosis as it was, once upon a a when, the realm of Shamans who tread between this land and the next and did attest a lot of what you’ve seen and Witnessed as being present and correct. But, they were killed and their testament struck from the record as man was modernized and trained to run a treadmill after anyone who dealt with nature became a witch or wizard and, in an ironic (but planned) twist, the same corporate heads started patenting and selling isolated aspects of this natural pharmacopoeia to the masses as a cure for the ills they themselves beget. It all starts real simple and that is with the ember of Gnosis, flickering, that if I am not the voice in my head then I must be that which listens and this subtle division can bring the entire illusion down, crashing, and this they simply do not want hence the reason for the erection of the psychosocial treadmill, stress, trauma programming and all the bready circuses one can handle”. He got up and yelled:

“That is exactly it” as I motioned for him to reign it in as the orderlies were ordering another round of meds in prep for him being uncooperative as they most certainly did detest my presence on their nice, immaculately presented grounds that were a mere facade for chemical suppression and the kind of indignities I will not mention. Yet. “Its not me thats crazy” he said, quietly, as he took a seat. “Its them. Look at whats in their heads, what they think of wearing flesh and the sheer logical fallacies they accept as solid and true with no introspection beyond nodding their head because “Simon Says”. Are we in a backwards realm? Is that it? Did I pass or fail the test by spotting it?”. I told him:

“I genuinely suspect that this is Hell and we’re already dead. After all, you couldn’t make a better version if you designed it then sealed it with a kiss of looking heaven sent even if each step is torture to the Soul and Spirit from which the mind disconnects, invests in fables and coping mechs then seeks reassurance from the rest who are plugged in to a false construction which cosigns their delusions by using the voice in their head to redirect their awareness from the signals that flow in from below the neck”.

“Sanewalker” he said, using the name they’d penned for one who strolls among them, external, speaking their language but, “Inside, is one of us as well and quite fluent in the verbiage of madness and its translations plus dialects“. I grinned and responded:

“You have no idea” to which he nodded in assent.

There will be no justice for these so called madmen until you, your Self, question the sheer ridiculousness of what you accept and cling to as fact when, in the end, its delusion. Worse still is you are willing to kill to protect it and will gladly either join in or cosign the destruction of those who accept a different script that was written in the same ink by the same hand, hidden, in order to keep itself from view as its the power behind the throne that makes Slaves of men as all children step in as Warriors into this realm. The so called schizo just has a partial awakening and thus drowns in the waters of higher consciousness whereas the Self actualized doth swim and its from here I type this missive and none of it would have manifested like this if it weren’t for said adventures in the asylums as well as various in depth conversations with those of the pavement as the early Nineties was when “Care in the community” did kick in aka empty the nuthouses onto the bricks and let them fend for themselves as we increase the doses and hope they bust on whoevers closest as we certainly don’t live like this, damn peasants. Or words to that effect. Due to me being me, everywhen, they were drawn like moths to a flame, transcendent, that said:

“Keep your distance. The illumination you’re seeking is within and I’m nothing but a figment of your imagination saying that which you, obviously, cannot accept from Self via your fractured consciousness” along with various other blips and things that ranged from wildly amusing to thought provoking as well as providing the Litmus test that assured them they were not outsane and how the in prefix was correct as it was the world thats backwards as the spells and rites of the English language attest. I mean, have you ever seen someone on the brink of psychosis flitting in and out of hallucinations being bought back to regular consciousness, in an instant, with an immense influx of B Vitamins that were fed on intuition and gratefully accepted by one whose faith in you was implicit when they couldn’t trust their own mind at the moment? I have. That and the testimony of another who managed his own “symptoms” using the research aspect of the web along with Self experimentation and the knowing that he could speak to someone without judgement of what kicked and get some feedback as well has led me to conclude that we, the collective, are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness but, to the well adjusted, this is as invisible as water to a fish whilst the ones with the potential of awakening are given no due process as their potential for Gnosis is why the Cathars and ilk were killed, stone dead, and thats another topic I’ll let you check for Self.

More to heaven and earth than dreamt of in what they sell, my friend. Do the Knowledge and become a threat to the System as you gain that sweet, sweet gnosis from within which may just save you from the mindwipe effect as you eject the Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset the 81% accept, without question, from one life to the next…

Till we meet again

You ever wondered what makes someone flip their lid? Better yet, can you imagine how it would feel if it, to you, were happening? One of the reasons why I attest that I am the luckiest man is this realm is due to the fact that a lot of these so called outsane trust me more than they do their hallucinations. What do I mean by this? Imagine you lived in a world where not just thoughts and perceptions could shift but also external aspects as well. You may look at someone and the next moment you glance they are wearing the face of a relative and you carry on addressing the counterfeit with a rage at their fakeness. I guess this is why society medicates and isolates them, yes? Wrong. But that is something we’ll uncover as we progress. Getting back to the inmates of the asylum:

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you for ages” said the man under a heavy dose of psychotropics before launching into a mid sentence conversation which begins:

“So I told her “If you really are my brother then why is your face a girls?”. She, of course, denied this, with her curls shaking, and I thought “You must really think I’m stupid. There is no way I’m going to fall for this. So I called her a witch and left. Still, I’m really upset at my brother for trying to skip out on his visit and sending that imposter instead. The sheer disrespect”.

Before we get onto the obvious bit the reason why I mentioned they start off in the mid is because, in their realm, I already know whats in their head, what has happened and what they’re thinking as well. Why do they suspect this? Well, what would you do if, one day, you were walking along the street thinking about a childhood event and a couple walked by talking about a vintage show that was making a resurgence and one mentioned how the retro toy, back when, was their favorite and how they’re going to put in a bid to see if they can snap one up as a gift. Nothing big, yes? Except the memory you were recollecting was you, in front of the TV set, with said merchandise in your grip. What then? Brush it off? Call it a coincidence? Go home and Self reflect in order to make sense of what kicks or is a creeping sense of paranoia and the feeling your mind isn’t quite that private start to creep in?

What if it happens again? And again?

Lets pretend that back when you a friend you called best who had a mild speech impediment and always said “What are we doing thooday?”. Nothing major but it always made you grin as it was so endearing as it was his own little blip. Anyway, you are sitting on the bus after purchasing a ticket. Your mind is on other things and you notice but don’t pay much attention to the gaggle of teenage schoolkids who have just alighted and are busy roughhousing. Suddenly you recollect your friend and how you did pretty much the same and its at this point one of them yells “Ow! That hurths. Are you thoopid?”. Its like a hyperfocus zoom kicks in that shatters the rest of the scene to fragments and your attention totally zooms in on this one detail which then is juxtaposed and overlaid with your friend and things start getting real intense because, for you, time may be frozen and feel endless, outside its as invisible as water to a fish. The kids may or may not notice the ultra intense stare emanating from your direction and you probably don’t click his friends ribbing him about his false lisp that he than amplifies and accents for the attention as he starts uttering a phrase that was exceedingly similar to what always ejected from your friends lip when you met:

“So, what are we doing thooday?”.

The night is dark, the air is chill. You are home, alone, lying in bed. You can’t switch off. There are a billion and one voices in your head and they’re all saying things which aren’t really the best. No matter what you attempt you can’t rest and they will not relent. Its irritating because no matter how much you smoke, drink or pop a pill you always, always, always wake up at Two Forty Six with an immense shot of adrenaline and what feels like cold vapor snails leaves trails all over your inner realms. The sensation is mad unsettling as you can’t see a thing but you certainly get the sensations. Some of them move quick and seem to have a current. Others are more soft and delicate but you still sense them wrapped around your organs and radiant circuits in a way that never gets any easier to handle. Concurrent with this is an onslaught of voices that can either yell, scream or talk about things that make you feel uncomfortable, embarrassed or stressed. The only thing you’ve found that seems to help is sitting in the shower for ages. “For some unknown reason, just over fifty percent, it seems to silence them if I move with the right timing. I don’t know, maybe its the moons alignment, what I ate or something else?”.

In order to stay sane you start filling voluminous journals with your notes and observations as a) it provides a focus which generates a soothing effect and b) you are desperately trying to make sense of what happens as you know if you go to see the meds they’ll claim you’re off your head and fill you to the gills with pills as they size you for a padded cell as well if you dare resist what they said and state you’re not paranoid even though, in your head, they’re doing exactly what you expect to exacerbate the problem and this generates an immense feedback loop that swells into a full blown schizo event which, for them, proves they were correct and, for you, signals a descent into a living hell.

Really read these examples back again. Not just as mere text but take the bones of what I said and drape the flesh of your imagination over them and then step into the pic. Feelsee the tale, provide the detail and what you’d do next. That, my friend, is why schizos, schizo but there is another side of this lens which, for most people, is not worth considering as the implications are earth shaking. Ready?

Lets pretend that you had a dial of consciousness that went from playing the song of life in a background level and could rock up to nearly deafening that has the walls shaking as the beat is pumping. Better yet, lets say that the first one is akin to having a couple of drinks or a toke off a spliff. If you don’t partake you can imagine post coital bliss, the grin of one in meditation or something else you can pretend. The headbanging equivalent, however, is like being secretly dosed with a top class hallucinogen with some coke and heroin mixed in. Thats the difference between one who is outsane in the membrane and the other who is tripping. Did you notice what I did? Both of them are, in a sense, “schizophrenic” as the radio station is still broadcasting the same song but its what happens with the reception that makes the difference. Let me share another variable:

From the outside he looks identical to the rest but, internally, he not Knows about the dial of consciousness that can range from numb and distant to up close and personal but he’s discovered its actually linked to a whole EQ set and this, in turn, connects to a pair of turntables and mixer which allows him to shift his awareness up and down the Vertical Axis as well as time travel. At whim he can tune into the memories of his ancestors, listen to what his internal organs are saying about what he’s digesting or flash forward to coming events and change their manifestation. This is what the fully awakened Warrior brings to this realm and, in that respect, he swims where the madman drowns and its in these same seas we find a beach with lots of caves within which the 81% (who are well adjusted to this realm) are staring at television sets that show someone else frolicking on the sands.

Tell me, my friend, who is outsane in this example? You could say the mild hallucinogen provided by the tell lie vision set and contraption in the cave which provides a forced perspective is, in many ways, the worlds favorite trip but due its trick being as ubiquitous as it is accepted its nigh on invisible to the rest. If you ask them about the beach and the rest they’d regale tales of someone else who spoke on it, felt its sand, waves and shining radiance overhead like it actually happened to them. Worse still, if you try and point out the trick they’ll call you a conspiracy theorist as “Everyone knows the beach is real. I mean, just look at it” they say, pointing at their TV set. If you question why their posture is rigid, what encases their awareness and why so many people have the same “adventures” that seem mighty scripted they’ll tune out and drop back in to their regularly scheduled programming.

The schizo could too have, one day, been sitting in a cave with the rest and a huge wave did crest that smashed the contraption and drew him out to sea where he flaps, studiously, trying to make sense of what the hell kicks as its all so intense. See, the water is still water and the sand too is as they said on the tin but now instead of mere messages of vision they are live and direct sensations instead. Its kind of like you, now, bumping your head and seeing the background cosmic radiation swirling through everything. A previously invisible undercurrent that connects everywhen is now illuminating your field in a way that is as subtle as intense. You spot the strangest of links, syncs and resonance. When you attempt to mention what they said people think you’re off your meds so you decide to communicate with art instead. They rubbish your offerings, call them primitive garbage. You die, broke and broken. Much later on, however, you’re hailed as a genius with a keen vision which captures something quite ineffable to the common man that is so moving and rich. A long time after this science discovers the blip that what you painted matches the fundamental forces of creation, identical. That, my friend, was the life of one Vincent Van Gogh and I feel that illustrates, real well, a lot of what I said in a way the average man in the Cave can comprehend and even imagine.

How can I say these things? Well, as I mentioned, schizos trust me and I get them but I can also speak the common folks language and thus there is a skill of what we can call multidimensional translation in full effect. They aren’t crazy. You are. I mean, look at reality and tell me it isn’t the definition of insanity? And yet, you accept it? Why? Are you a glutton for punishment? You know your vote is worthless and doesn’t change a thing because only a bird brain would pick a left or right wing without questioning the edifice that sits in the mid, prints all the money thats fit to spend and then sells it at interest before demanding the plebs pay it back with real blood and flesh. Isn’t that bit nutty? What about keeping up with celebs jus because Simon Says? Bleaching your skin or taking tan injections? Rearranging your bits? Putting a chip in your head? The list is endless and I haven’t even mentioned killing others because they think their sky daddy is the best based on what was poured into their dome, back when. No disrespect but I’m simply visiting this realm and thus may be in but am certainly not of it.

That is why, I suspect, I got on well with the nutters round the way because one of the things with a hood environment is that there is a lot of undiagnosed mental patients who are shell shocked from living in immense degradation or may be born to parents with a multi generational traumatic inheritance. By the way, there are two things I’ve seen as exceedingly common with folks who flip their lids:

One, they had a tough childhood which was usually marked by an odd relationship with the mother who was either distant, smothering, narcissistic or an addict. The options are endless, really, but something internally is fractured and this reflects in the relationship with her kid. Two, they were always of above average intelligence. Often this was intense and this is why we became friends as I was super imaginative and really creative ergo people round the way knew where the jit with the insane ideas lived so it is what it is. I didn’t look at them as nutters or strange. Far from it. The pimp across the street had told me, back when, that he is simply doing on a smaller scale to his girls what the government does to the rest because:

“Everyone gets F’d, kid. Thats the way of the script. I’m just ahead of the curve because being the middleman is best which is why I stay almost invisible but totally indispensable when it comes to the business. Get it? “Comes to the business?” Ah, I swear, the jokes write themselves!”.

This guy was, as we said, tapped in the head as he’d often talk to himself. Out loud. In different accents. His girls adored him though as he handled everything for them. All they had to do was shake a tail feather when he said and the rent, bills, clothes etc he’d manifest and thus they were one big, happy dysfunctional household in which the various jagged edges of fractured awareness fit together pretty well in a heady mix of sex, drugs and indulgence which, on the reg, worked out for them. Probably not the kind of friend an average preteen would meet but life on the streets is how it is and the Souls that roam the pavement are most interesting and thus we hit it off as he enjoyed a philosophical musing with one on his wavelength and his psychological skills were intense as he could measure up a man (or woman) in an instant. We had some crazy conversations and yet his point of view was so lucid and correct that I could not deny it. Bear in mind, where I’m from nobody says no to hustling up some ends. Its not that folks wanted to be criminal but if Reg down the road hit a lick and came up on some merch that fell from the back of a wagon you’d best believe no one would turn their nose up at a gift with a hefty discount and no receipt.

Thing is, they may have a need but no cash on their hip. This is where the second part of his operation kicked as he’d lend, with interest. Thats how he could tell who was a good credit risk and worth the investment or simply too much hassle to deal with as he shook his head and said “Next” as he sat, sipping his drink. “Why not him?” I asked him. “Well, he didn’t smell right”. Most people would hit a “WTF?” but I went with it and asked what he meant. “Something was off. There was a stench on him. Its always correct, that first instinct. Don’t listen too long to what they said, go with your gut feeling. I know he’s borrowed before and paid back as well but this situation is different so its not happening”. Turned out he was correct as the kid was due to be sentenced and was trying to get all he could get for one last blowout on the bricks before heading to the bing. When news broke the pimp said:

“Told ya” with a grin. The usually rigid boundaries between the senses didn’t exist in him, hence the shifting accents which I found fascinating as I knew I was speaking to different versions of him which hinted at the fragmentation within. I too exhibit a similar flex and it may be for similar reasons which is why we got on so well. Or, it could be due to the lives I’ve lived, circles I’ve moved in and the international influence that comes from having spent your childhood hacking phoneboxes and PBXs to use the protointernet without paying a thing and speaking to all types of interesting kids from across the planet who were doing the same thing. Mine isn’t as obvious as his, I don’t think. As another dude said:

“You never know who may answer if you knock on him. Why do you hang around with him, kid?”.

“Because he’s interesting and makes me think” I replied and meant it. This other chap in question was also quite a character as well but his brand of mild psychosis was generated by the immense quantities of speed he ingested in order to give him a competitive edge on the pavement and thus, on occasion, he felt the schiz kick in as he sat with a blade in hand and curtains twitching, wondering who was out to get him.

None of these people knew about the dial of consciousness but all used some type of trick to shift its resonance. I, my Self, wasn’t totally aware of it until after my latest kiss of death at which point I needed to become real familiar with a lot, very quick, as things had gone a bit Pete Tong when it comes to the link between my awareness and flesh as the latter was nearly dead whilst the former was almost free and quite vivid. Dangerous combination, cons and chess… Speaking of which, there was a dude who was a total whizz at it as he was, literally, seeing many moves ahead. When I probed into his mindset he said it felt like watching fish in a pond in slow motion. “There are only so many ways they can be moving and if I zoom in and skim a pebble I can predict exactly where it will go next before its done a thing”. Isn’t that fascinating? I thought it was. Here is what was actually happening:

The black and white board reps the Three D land we’re currently in. Time is as invisible as water to the fish. The view of elevation is the Fifth Dimensional shift that also happens when dreaming. Basically, he was using a form of active imagination and intense resonance that came from within and was totally intuitive. It is how he had survived coming up in a home as a kid where his parents were addicts and thus quite unpredictable. What is a child to do in such a situation but let rip with some pretend as he tries to guess what comes next in order to avoid a come down ass whipping. Obviously this meant that as he progressed his temper was quite intense but once that board and pieces were present he was mellow and zen. I asked, back when, “Can’t you be like this without the props?”. He asked if could high without a spliff. I conceded his point, for the moment. Later I’d find you could actually hallucinate just by breathing which is pretty amazing as the next bit is the most important:

What if oxygen was a hallucination? What if the entire realm is sleepwalking in a state of hypnosis? What if we’re actually gods, amnesiac, who have forgotten our true strength and resonance thanks to faulty programming? What if the so called schizo is actually seeing the Game from another vantage that is actually accurate and its the outsane that are the problem as they’re obviously well adjusted to a world so sick? I have my perspective, some of which I’ve shared in articles, but most of it is a work in progress as I’m constantly upping my res but I suspect if it were not for the totally honest and super real interactions, back when, I’d be quite different as well. Who knows? Maybe not, as one said:

“It must be nice to walk between realms as opposed to being catapulted and ejected at random”.

He really had a point as he spoke on the Vertical Axis before I’d defined it and, in case you’re wondering, this is what the the chess player would ascend as it started out a coping mech to disconnect from the din of his parents, arguing, about who is going to go shoplifting to feed the kids whilst the other goes to score a fix. “No, I don’t trust you. You won’t come back with it. Last time you vanished and I’m not going to be sitting here clucking with these hungry baskets doing my head in whilst you’re who knows where the F getting wrecked off your tits. No. No way”.

The example that set it off in this missive is easily explained by the regular world alternative of “I don’t know what came over him? He was like a totally different person” as we may not an internal shift but the so called schizo supplies the extra res to see it literally written on their dish. In the case of his brother, who did come to visit, he’d actually been dressed down by his boss for his lack of performance and this is what manifested when he turned up at the asylum because no matter how much he tried to grin and appear affable within he felt feminized and violated by a boss he hated in a job, detested. His brother picked up on this because the interesting thing about schizophrenics is they don’t fall for illusions – optical or cognitive.

Puberty is generally a time of increased energetics as the matter doth shift and melt then start to condense as one moves from a stage to the next. This is why, back when, poltergeists and such things were common with a girl who had just started menstruation. Actually, there is a fascinating link between paranormal things and electric currents we’ll have to examine as all of this is interlinked as Van Gogh attests. On the bus what kicked is the schizos weakly linked filter between con and subconscious spotted a resonance between an event, person and recollection which bought the lisp to the brink of his awareness. The excited schoolboy picked up on this, due to said factors, and beamed it back not suspecting the concept wasn’t generated by him. As you can imagine this seems quite disconcerting and but this reality distortion field is a “hidden truth” of mental health as plenty of shrinks have sat down to peer inside a mental patients head only to have them comment on a personal event from their life to which they should have no access. Never a paper written on it though. Wonder why? Same reason why no so called “scientist” has ever stopped to think why every single mad man, regardless of demographic, intelligence or any variable you can mention always, always, always says the same thing:

“Something outside of my head is manipulating my awareness and things are not as they said”.

A bridge too far for a species in psychosis, I’m afraid and that is why I push the pen to share some Game at this stage because the world is insane, my friend, but not as much as you who accept its madness without question and then shirk examining within because all of the Souls I mentioned actually spent a lot of time ruminating and reflecting on not just their lives, minds and the realm but a whole load of things which is why we got on so well as I am, I guess, a natural philosopher in the flesh as this came with no sanctioned training – just pure Inner Sense, doing what it does best so my thanks to the pavement and those who grace it. Your lives were not in vain as I intend to change the Game due, in part, to our conversation.

By the way, Mr Two Forty Six needs explanation. See, around Three AM the veil between the realms is thin. This is well known in esoteric meditation and occult circles as they tend to time rituals and events with moon phases and such things as they click the outer is projected from within which links into the background cosmic radiation because Van Goghs eyes had less filters of perception. I mean, have you ever seen a garden through a bees eyes? Its like a discotheque with lights flashing and all types of stimulus. Even our own skies are purple but who are you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Due to the life he’d lived and various means of astral (read: subconscious) influence the man in question was susceptible to non corporeal intelligence which, once he clicked, the voices were real but external he felt an intense sense of relief and validation. I suspected the shower was due to the negative ions its brings as we lived near the sea and, when the weather was clement, he’d noted way less problems as he was always beach strolling so I suggested he invest in some tech to generate this around the clock, which he did. He also added in massive doses of B Vitamins due to an imperiment, switched out a few things he ate and is now generally quite happy and content as he nipped getting washed out of the cave in the bud and thus avoided the chemicals as the drugs most def don’t work but will certainly make you worse.

Just a few blips from the bricks. And he was one of the better adjusted as the rest gave not a single F about the System and actively rejected its programming which is an interesting testament to the shadow Self aka a Game of three halves, in full effect, which we shall have to examine and that, in a nutshell, is how to stay in sane because if that is a place then its the ones outside that need their heads checked, yes?

Till we meet again

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

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

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

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

What happened?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, that makes sense“.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Imperiment?” you question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Till we meet again