Twice upon a time there was a boy who died and much like life he met it with a smile. All because his internal light still shines all the while as he embodies the bright with no modifying flaws or slight, real or imagined. Unlike the shade that’s thrown around most peoples souls as they proudly proclaim they’re grown. In other words adulterated. Impure. Say it isn’t so? And so they go to the grave unaware of the riches with which they were born, an inheritance ignored as they choose instead to be slaves in a world so war torn because they can’t rule their thoughts. Their abundance unknown as it can’t be bought or sold only shown and allowed to unfold.
I’m grateful because long before they came for my dome I knew and suspected there was a letter hidden within, a sacred message that I yearned to decode when I came into this world back when it was still analog connections. You could fine tune then, see? Like a missile of awareness let go to hit the target. Bang! Done. Bingo! Find the space in between to heed the message, the divine one. The silence of soul from which awareness is born.
Whereas now that option is long gone, son, because the devolution is televised with lies told to your eyes by those who know no better than whats transcribed. With trance being the operative state of mind because the tricks are out here tricking and there’s no treats in sight because between a one and zero you play out your life. In the blink of eye it can be good night and unlike I you won’t survive. Because you weren’t ready to die the first time and thus can’t begin your second life with third eye shining bright sharing these omens I describe from the vision that gives sight beyond sites seeing through this here and the so called after life, as well as a small slice of proto-time and what it means to be alive and caught up in the lie that you can die. Like light in a prism which divides, you’ve got to reverse the process. Go back and unify and that’s why you see the “be kind, rewind” life flash in front of your eyes at the moment you expire because the only key that fits the lock is the one you run from. Lets break it down, one time:
Prana, Orgone, Cosmic Energy, Chi, The Ether all these things they tell you are lies, vestiges of a foolish past and simplistic state of humanity. Don’t believe, right? Wrong. Your so called knowledge is the bond which prevents you from holding your own because they stole a piece of your soul way before you mastered the system and its lies. Except, nothing can be taken. Nothing is ever less than whole. But if they hide it behind the wall you yourself formed then the shadow is all you know. Alienated from your own glow. Another one claimed by the Game of Souls.
Look within your core, see past the pain you’ve endured by diving straight in and not trying to numb yourself to what hurts. This world is a test for those born into a unfinite circle of awareness and then taught to seek out corners where none exist. All because “So and so said there must be some…” so they run on in quest that absorbs their very essence due to what they ignore. The pure and silent call which cannot be heard or discerned any more. Not when noise reigns loud and strong in their dome, telling them how to perform.
And on trudges the herd. Flaunting the ignorance which powers the system that holds them stupefied and enthralled. Trying to make it so you contort, conform and adorn yourself with the outer things they say you should want even though they don’t make a lasting difference at all. You’ve known the truth all along.
See the square I’ve outlined and why I don’t bother running round because I’m the center of the world. You all spin around my core as my awareness is the canvas upon which I paint the picture of life. I am the artist, breath is my ink at least that’s what I think.
You’re welcome to try it for yourself. Start by asking yourself this:
“Am I breathing as I should or simply as I can? Am I living within limits that shift like the sands and always seem to be out of reach no matter how near or far I am? But the goals seem so tempting and they always do mention how I’ll feel much better when <fill in the dream> so I acquiesce even though the processes itself is intolerable. A veritable living hell. All around me do the same and are generally miserable. Am I different? Is this who I am? A bit player in someone else’s plan?”
If on the other hand you see the nature of the carrot dangling free but whose pursuit costs everything indeed then you realize the parable of ignorance that devours this reality. We could all stop running this instant and say “Hey friend, why don’t you eat this carrot stuck to my head and she realizes the same thing and suddenly we see we have enough for everybody to feast and then, and only then, can the real fun begin. Because artificial scarcity creates inflated demand much like the diamonds which they sell and laugh as they glisten on your hand. Symbols of the dreams they tell you and you not only believe but buy in, wholeheartedly with no going back but never think of the scam and quite how underhand the entire thing is. Nope. They never suspect a thing.
Everything is like this. every single thing in this stage of the game called reality where sanity is a rarity and collective insanity rules the day.
There isn’t a thought you’ve had until now that came from the mainstream that was designed in some way to keep you weak, poor or afraid. Listen to what I say:
Weak is the one who doesn’t know his innate strength.
Poor is she who thinks wealth is currency and not the mind that creates the reality and afraid are those who were told and think that’s how it goes without the insight to question “Wait, were those who taught me this my friends or foes?”.
See this type of thinking can lead to many things because the path is your own and you make it by walking. Then and only then will you get what it is that I’m talking about because I’m coming from a place that doesn’t currently exist on your map.
The promised land if you will.
I’m here to call you back. Back to yourself. Within.
Freedom is an inside job.
The devolution will be televised.
Look. You can see it occurring as we speak.
Till we meet again