As a child when bored in school I would look intently at the back of someones head. Nine times out of ten they’d turn around at some point and look exactly at me. “Interesting” I’d think. This thought experiment had its genesis in something way back when that may or may not have been inspired by watching Superman as the child me pondered “Is there something shooting out of my eyes, like a torch in the darkness, to create vision?“. I suspected there had to be something because you could feel the shift when you closed your lids. Even then I used to frequently see colors and streams of phosphenes as well and it felt like a pregnant kind of darkness that was most certainly not nothingness but something far more subtle.
These days everything we have is an extension to our inner realms and we, as a collective, are trained to seek everything from validation, meaning and even our reason for being from external sources. It wasn’t always like this. Long distant cultures across the planet (with no visible links. Or so it is said) spent generations observing and mapping things like the motions of the stars across the heavens and noticed they appeared to be moonwalking and this birthed the concept of precession which has profound implications and significance we’ll discuss as we’re progressing. I do find it interesting that on all continents we have massive buildings that were erected with astronomic precision almost like they were encoding a message by using variables unchanging. That or these were just the simple symbols of a primitive people who had nothing to amuse them so they built their little rinky dink monuments which are of no significance. Take your pick.
The world certainly like chirping the “We are all the same. We are all equal” rhetoric thats been pumped into their heads but this wasn’t the case, back when. Then you were seen as the continuation of what came before. Your Soul manifested in to a bloodline of resonance that best fitted your temperament and potential ergo this is what you did. Really not that different from nowadays with the whole silver spoon thing but, once again, inverted as we speak of the outer and they were more about the in. “Fighters beget fighters. It is in their blood to inherit the drives of their ancestors as well as the environment that shapes them ergo they are best applied as defenders of the realm”. People had roles. Society was quite stratified in that respect. But, that isn’t to say one could not trade places as one of the shifts could switch a man born into a humble lineage into the upper echelons of wisdom. Jesus and the Three Wise Men is a great example because whether or not you believe in this is irrelevant as it illustrates the link between the motions of the cosmos and what is happening on the surface. “As above, so below” goes the old axiom.
The fore-bearers to these people spent lifetimes mapping the moves of the stars and started to draw links as they encoded patterns of motion with glyphs and symbols that create the zodiac which still makes its presence felt. For example April is linked with the ram or lamb as that is when spring springs and it shows the same traits of a head first way of doing things. On the flip we have Pisces with the two fish that are constantly in motion resonant of the feet as well as countless other blips which are worthy of an article themselves. In short I say that to say this:
We look at humans that are broadcast on TV sets as celebs and they hold many in thrall as they orbit these false stars that pretend and obscure the grander motions they attempt to represent. Once again, outside in goes the flip. After a while they started drawing up a pretty slick cosmology that is heavily dumbed down as astrology these days and used it as a way to link the calibre of Soul stepping into this realm and thus every village had a Shaman (that would give way to the priest class after expansion) and they’d check their charts and references for the one who was coming next and start pouring their wisdom and life experience into the head of the next one to be leading the council of reason as there were those who tilled the fields, those who tended to the beasts and then the intermediaries between this realm and the next as well as the chieftains. In that respect nothing has changed but the labels as we have doctors, politicians and laborers plus, just like back when, not everyone can become anything as there are definite grooves etched in as well as the whole glass ceiling thing about what is possible. As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? Those who aren’t aware of their past are also doomed to repeat it ergo your ignorance is weapon being used to suppress your potential.
They believed that children who step into this realm possess a glow (a state I call Inner Sense) and with the correct nurturing that can provide the kind of guidance most miss because their eyes are fresh and see the world exactly as it is as well as a depth of connection that isn’t tainted or filtered by lifes experiences. Once again, this was flipped because its an all out mind war to make children as dishonest as their parents as they are forced to fit in to square pegs as round holes via the vagaries of the System and its camps of concentration that standardize thinking then reward gaslighting.
“Look over at that tree at yonder distance” said the old shaman to his new apprentice. “I want you to put your mind into it and then do the same with that other to the left near the rock shaped like a calf at rest”. The child did so and reeled off the shifts inside his sensations and correctly sifted the hard from the softwood as he said:
“I feel heavy. So dense. This tree has seen many things and it keeps even more hidden”. Shifting his awareness to the left he senses the difference with a grin. “This one is light, bright, so open. Its far more simple. Essentially they are the same but experientially different”.
The older man congratulates his instincts and they walk up to said trees and check the difference between hardwood and soft. Later that evening they sit inside a cave. Total darkness. There is a curtain drawn across the entrance and he motions to his apprentice to press his eye to a hole made in a specific location. He points at a star in the distance and says “Just like the tree I want you to tell me how this star feels” and lets the childs imagination answer the question.
“It is cold. Unpredictable. There is a huge feeling of sadness and moisture like tears weeping. Such intense emotions that can swing from rage to happiness. It feels.. Transformative and yet also yearning like a wolf that howls into the abyss on pure instinct as there is a hunger within that demands expression and will not be suppressed”.
The shaman listens with an intent but relaxed focus and asks the child to move his attention from the hunters shoulder (home of one the brightest stars overhead) to another hole in the curtain.
“Oh wow” says the boy as he shifts his resonance to the singular focus which is saturating his consciousness. “This one is totally different. Its very even and balanced. It seems mature and luxurious. I feel like singing and dancing as its got such rhythm” the boy adds as he starts tapping his feet the beat he’s sensing. Here endeth the lesson.
Via these constant refinements that stretched the awareness the child developed a depth of experiential Knowledge that was based upon external guidance to link with whats within and then compare and contrast this with what was previously inherited by the one training the next generation. In that respect it was a living tradition that flows like an ocean and thus was always in motion. Nor was it restricted to the shaman and his ilk as the whole village benefitted from this gnosis as they based so many things of their existence around the guidance of one well versed in the secret language that speaks to all but is only truly heard by those in resonance.
As the years progressed the boys became men and each continues the tradition of stepping into the world small and being placed on the shoulders of one who is big and thus becoming capable of more than what came before them. As you can guess from this type of living life was once very, very different on this planet as people were far more in tune with the elements and everyone strove for balance in a way that is now almost entirely missing. But, thats another level of the Game. You may experience it on another spin. Or maybe these texts will help you recollect the events that happened in other incarnations in this realm because whilst the flesh you wear may change the Witness remains the same.
These days we do things differently. We don’t believe in this primitive nonsense. We have tech. Thanks to the net the entire world is at our fingertips but this tale highlights a powerful difference about what is missing. Can you guess what it is? Its not just the message but also the medium.
Happiness or sadness. Shock or glee filled thrill. Its all, ultimately, a set of RGB pixels on a black mirror that manipulates your consciousness in lieu of direct experience. Compare and contrast this with the world of the shaman and his apprentice as well as their way of doing things and you’ll see they were far more in tune with the unfinite whereas we are walking around with defective operating systems pumped into our heads that prize disconnection as they instill outside in Thunking vs inside out thinking that develops the skills of introspection, observance and intuition hence Know thy Self.
This missive started off with a bored school jit shooting beams into the back of peoples heads. Sometimes he would intently focus and still that energetic presence around the iris as he balanced his chair on two legs via the motions of his spine and head to keep everything in check as he built up the voltage whilst the teacher was noting things on the blackboard with some chalk gripped in his fingertips. At just the right moment he would send this immense chunk of force that had been built at the one leading this session in the concentration camp he was attending with the explosive intent “Drop it!”. Just over half the time the teacher did and the boy would start giggling intensely as his chair went flying. “You think this is funny? Huh? You idiot. Get out of my class. This instant!” said the older man with face red as he yelled and screamed at the child who had an immense grin on his lips who felt like he’d won not one or two but three things as he’d just conducted an imperiment, discovered something of interest and could now spend some time by himself to think about what had happened and the deeper meaning of it.
Old habits die hard I guess. And by that I mean they’re eternal because death is the greatest illusion but thats another topic.
Till we meet again
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