What you’re about to hear may sound a bit strange compared to all you’ve been told since you stepped into this world and all it brings but I assure you its just how it is and if you listen you’ll feel the truth shining within.
At our most fundamental, the quintessential essence, we are a specific type of light that manifests as sentience. Imagine it like a fountain whose presence is but hint of larger, stronger current that manifests as your own bubbling spring and you’ll start intuiting the links between us and the divine are indivisible, ever present as we are that which is us. There is no difference, just a question of voltage, resonance and the strength of the connection.
As babies this is overflowing. So much so that a pregnant woman is glowing due to the light coalescing within as the cells perform their dance of division and unison to form the bones, flesh and sensory organs that will hyper-conduct your awareness into this realm by giving it length, breadth and depth as this world is based on limits in a process of individuation. After all, consider the EM spectrum and how we decode but a glimpse of a little bit via disparate senses attuned to certain frequencies of resonance that then stitch together the outer within before filtering it through a laundry list of whats acceptable to our perception via our life experience and instruction before trimming it again to form the equivalent of a pencil sketch that is presented to your awareness, the Witness, that renders this possible and who you are before, after and during this realm.
The science I can provide, should you wish, to back this perspective but for now we are wandering, wondering about all of this so lets keep stepping along the path of the imaginational.
Long before all of that happens, when we are still glowing from within due to how firmly we’re connected to the source of our illumination we are crawling, falling, bawling, smiling and coming to grips with the vehicle we pilot to experience this realm as its operating without limits. There are no habits to speak of, no framework within of what we expect as we aren’t yet jaded, trained or rendered as shadows of our Self. No, we are whole. We know we are something special, even if we haven’t yet came to grips with the spells and rites of the language we use to communicate with the rest as no one can deny that babes speak in ways which are so powerful and direct as they remind each and every one of us of what we were made to forget.
Nobody ever seems to mention the strangeness of why this glow dims as we progress. I call this process Adulteration and I noticed it as a jit as there were those who I knew who were mature but were still within the same level of resonance as I at the moment. “Why do you feel so different to my parents?” I asked one day and the reply was most interesting. “They don’t know who they are any more. They have forgotten themselves. Close your eyes tell me what you witness”. I did and relayed the visions which felt like flying through a realm of light that was filled with bright patterns. “If you ask anyone else this they’ll tell you they see darkness and this is the difference that makes all the difference. Hold onto this, fight till your last breath anyone who attempts to disconnect or interfere with this resonance because its the only thing worth anything in this realm“.
And then back we went to playing.
Its amazing how you can drop very heavy metaphysics on a childs awareness if you offer intuitive steps and the right type of guidance along with the freedom to draw their own conclusions based on experience. In many ways all of which I’m sharing had its genesis in events, thoughts and deeds that had happened as a child because we are, after all, inside a fractal ergo self similarity is the name of the Game we’re playing with the credit of our Soul which once glowed but for most dims so now they, like moths, run repeatedly toward external illumination as a poor substitute for what once (and can again) shine within.
I later found these internal lights were called phosphenes and were, once upon a time, quite common and now when they manifest are seen as problems. If that doesn’t reflect the way of the world as it is then I don’t know what will. Odd, isn’t it how we criminalize the natural and embrace the synthetic. Thats speaks quite free and clearly of the nature of the schism we find ourself within. At least, that is what the Warrior thinks on his quest as the Slave has been programmed never to think such things as they limit their own freedom via the bonds of the Mind Made Prison within which their Witness languishes, a living hostage inflicted with Stockholm Syndrome that secretly feels something is missing but would rather die than admit it. So they will. Again and again. Until they gather the strength to marshal their resources and rise up against the forces that lulled them into this false state of awareness then gaslighted them to submission as they live an entirely artificial existence.
I’m getting aheart of myself.
A fountain doesn’t create water out of thin air. There is always an undercurrent, a stronger connection to another body which generates its flowing via a sympathetic resonance that allows it to create its own experience. Now I’d like you to imagine that you, at your most basic element, are that experience. The waters of consciousness that are flowing as a current of light that swims around your nervous system because it was, is and will be pre-existing as the brain doesn’t create the mind, even though it does influence perception. Remember when I said babies are in a pure state of connection and the perfect form of resonance? Its interesting how their brainwaves sync up perfect with the Adulterated under the experience of a hallucinogen as the brain which was trained to think and look in one certain direction forms new modes of connection which are not quite as novel as they seem hence why there is a familiar newness underpinning the experience as well as a comprehension of the deal, even if its ineffable mostly. What does that say of the System which outlaws this and then proceeds to sell you lightbulbs, electric and various other concepts of false shines with their own message and intent woven into the medium?
The fountain of light is flowing, bubbling away happily in the minds of babes as their Inner Sense runs at full strength whilst getting accustomed to the flesh within which they will be serving a life sentence on the planet. You could say the first eight summers set the tone for what will follow and that in itself is based on various other aspects of influence like where and when you drew your first breath, the lives of your parents and their own epigenetics as well any other baggage they happen to be carrying as there is so much that goes into making a human being. Consider this:
A man was charged and found guilty of the crime of embezzlement, even though he protested his innocence and hadn’t done a thing. The jurors didn’t see it this way and sent him to the clink and three years later upon release he wanted answers as he found himself consumed with thoughts of revenge. Thankfully he met someone who could help him and together they examined his heritage and found that back in the Sixties his father had been accused of murdering his business partner and got away with it. Everyone knew he did it but he was acquitted due to a technicality at trial which let him keep his ill gotten gains whilst enjoying his freedom and all this brings him. Nobody in the family ever spoke of this but it was a badly kept open secret as all knew what happened. His son, interestingly, was charged at the same age of his fathers trial and thus punishment was meted, but upon the wrong individual.
Sins of the fathers, yes? There are plenty of case histories like this and they are entirely factual, if far out of mainstream consciousness because the implications run contrary to what players of the Game have been instructed as “The way it is”, when its certainly no such thing.
If you stop and consider your own life you may find similar points of resonance, if not quite so dramatic as its quite obvious to me and my experience that certain events leave ripples in the blood that runs through our veins and life often coalesces around the resonance.
Once again, I’m getting aheart of myself as that Kingdom processes at a far broader rate than the head to which I’m speaking so lets back up a bit:
The light that once flowed within is obstructed as you are handed rocks and boulders as your families inherited wisdom, belief systems and way of doing things. At first you place them round the edges of the fountain as you intuitively don’t wish to dampen its flowing, neither can you reject these “gifts” because no one told you that was an option as well as the nature of the mind of child which exists in a state akin to hypnosis. Eventually, through means fair or foul, blatant or indirect they hit upon the target and that point in the middle that I call being Centered in Self starts dribbling where it once was flowing. This is when the glow of your Soul dims and the sense of disconnection kicks in. Suddenly these rocks evolve and what was the psychosocial equivalent of caveman becomes a booming metropolis of concepts that just keeps expanding. You are no longer the one true ruler of your Inner Kingdom. No, you are just another denizen fighting for a parking space after being stuck in traffic as you wander about this vaguely ordered chaos and rush back to your apartment (aka the Mind Made Prison) to switch off for a moment before doing it all again upon rising.
All of these energies are foreign, they are alien in that sense and we inherit them without question and thus become as divided as our parents and theirs before them. This is why the Souls glow of Inner Sense dims as we become encultured and Adulterated as we adjust to a society profoundly sick and call it a measure of mental health when its no such thing. The truth of this should be obvious, some will feel it in their chest as their Witness nods its head and says “Finally, someone who gets it” whereas others will not hear this as their Opponent screams in their heads “Liar! Heretic! Satanist!” or something else dramatic which points at the rocks and says they are pure and righteous when in reality they are the cause of their problems as they prevent flowing.
There was a very cut throat business man, once upon a when, who cared about nothing else beyond expanding his share in the market, destroying his competition and ensuring he stayed rich. If you asked him why he did this he’d say it was all for his children when in reality it was no such thing as he’d had a poor upbringing himself and had felt first hand the jabs of neglect as he wept to himself as he knew no one was coming and, if they did, it would be to deliver another ass whupping. As such he hadn’t really played much of a role in his kids lives, even though he provided them with the best nannies, au pairs, boarding schools and skiing lessons he could gift. Their emotional connection to him was next to nil. Until, one day, he dropped down dead. Well, almost, as his heart attack should’ve been fatal but they managed to airlift him and bring him back to the living to continue his mission of chasing riches.
Thing is, that didn’t quite happen. “It felt like I’d been swallowed whole into a the depths of a despair so total and encompassing I thought “This must be hell”” he later recollected. Upon getting out of the hospital after receiving the finest medical attention he found he could no longer do what he did. At first he suspected he’d lost his nerve so he hired performance coaches, fitness trainers and a specialist nutritionist but none of them could change a thing. “I just don’t feel like myself” he said, sitting in the office. “If you had to draw a link between what you glimpsed near death and your own life what would be the resonance”. “Oh, shut up! I’m not doing this whole Freudian “You didn’t get enough time on the tit”. I knew it, you’re a charlatan. I don’t know why I bothered” he said as he stormed out. I noticed he was smiling.
That day he was on form at work, slaying the dragons as promised and feeling top of the world again due to the reactivation of his Patterns. Thing is it didn’t last and after a few he was back again. “Whatever you did, do it again. I’ll double the rate for the session, heck I’ll triple it and if you can make it permanent I’ll hand you blank cheque and you can bill what you wish after signing a contract that guarantees that level of performance”. Ever the businessman, yes? Without getting to far into it what had happened was this:
The reason why we nod for yes and shake our heads for no is due to the movement of this light, this current, within our nervous systems and how it relates to our consciousness. As children we are full bodied, entirely present, Centered in Self as we reign over the present moment. This is our natural state of energetics before the mess we inherit and most never question, even though they hate it. Consider that an editing movement when it comes to body language as this is how the glow starts to dim as these thoughts, feelings and unexpressed actions generate levels of resistance which stick together to form Patterns that the mind then uses without thinking to generate our reactions on the day to day. You’ve experienced this yourself when flying off the handle over a little thing that was, in retrospect, quite frivolous but at the moment the emotions it bought up were intense as it wasn’t just that event but the truth that lies in your shadows depth. The Pattern. Consider it in the terms of the equal and opposite reaction along the lines of folk wisdom that says that policemen and moderators of Reddit were bullied as children and thus are drawn toward positions where they can demonstrate power over others as a form of compensation and you’ll be quite correct in the picture you begin sketching as to the nature of folks inner realms.
If you ask direct they’ll deny this and provide many forms of justification or excuses designed to hide this realization from themselves as their Witness languishes in the cell of their own Mind Made Prison. Their chest and abdomen, the other two Kingdoms, know exactly what happened as they cannot be anywhere else than now ergo the past is always present as only the brain has the luxury of editing and pretending its something else due to the tale they tell themselves in their heads.
The businessman didn’t get his solution, nor did I get that cheque because what he wanted I couldn’t offer him, even though it was quite obvious as he had the pieces but refused to draw the links due to the investment he’d made in the false version of himself that was designed to hide the suffering of his child within and the life he’d lived. Many folks like this tend to die very quickly when retirement age kicks in as they no longer have the distraction of their artificial purpose and its siren calling their attention outwards and this is very, very seductive. For some it manifests as religion, for others its image building and doing it big. Its what lies at the dark hearts of most celebs and why the limelight calls out to the broken as they ask from others what they can’t grant to Self:
Acceptance.
To know who you are you must be willing to walk into the darkness where these dragons of yore rest and make their presence known in your flesh as various aches and pains with no obvious cause as they come and go when they wish as well as sabotaging behaviors, destructive habits and repetitious relationships that leave you feeling like you’ve been whipped and drawn over broken glass, yet again. There are a myriad forms of expression and even sickness is symbolic as there once was a woman who kept getting cancerous breasts no matter what she did under the advise of the surgeon but refused to see it was due to her parasitic relationship to her mother who was an energetic vampire, par excellence, due (in part) to her own upbringing as narcissists beget narcissists by feeding upon their children due to their own ravaged inner realms and lives totally devoid of introspection.
Across the board, as far as I can tell, this is the true cause of this socially sanctioned madness we call life on this planet and it effects all of us as its a generational trauma thing. The problem is so few are willing to do something about it as it involves examining your foundations and these rocks thrown at your fountain that caused your glow to dim as people are so enamored by the electric light that has them buzzing that they simply refuse to look within for the true source of illumination and thus they pass on the same inheritance of ignorance and suffering masquerading as wisdom and guidance. By their fruits shall ye know them, look at the world doing it the way its did has built and tell me I’m lying.
Till we meet again
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