You Are in an Altered State of Consciousness

Why do we drink, smoke, snort, have sex, entertain ourselves and countless other things if not to alter our fundamental state of consciousness? Thing is most people don’t click how ineffective it to constantly crave another hit as they attempt to escape from their current state which I call Adulteration. Look at that word. Its perfect, isn’t it? A slew of glyphs that signal your awareness to a state you are intimately familiar with but never questioned as you were not only trained to expect it but blindly accepted it as the inheritance most claim from their parents is a legacy of ignorance and suffering.

Of course, they don’t know this. Won’t admit it either and many will fight to the death to deny the truth of this but the funny thing about reality is it doesn’t care about your feelings. Not one bit. “Its just like second nature” bleat the well conditioned to this collective social sickness who buy the tale they sell that the emperor is not naked and all is actually well in the realm. The little boy said “You’ve been swindled” as he pointed out the obvious, swiftly followed by “What is prime nature then?”. That I call Inner Sense. Its what you stepped in with. What was shifted, edited and remixed and fed back to you as an Adulterated consciousness. Its why we struggle to change our minds because we, fundamentally, most people don’t like themselves. Why would they? After all, they’re living hostages due to their own ignorance and lack of Knowledge.

And yet the man who points this out often meets a sticky end. People whose lives are built up on self deception get nervous when the truth rears its head. 8 billion Souls. How many do you think introspect? Better yet, how many can claim to be truly living, present, correct and fully embodied in the present? A small percent, at best. I spoke to one once. Told him my intent after we recognized from a distance. As the old adage says “Real recognize real” and he looked familiar. As we stood, chopping it up and kicking the bobo I asked “Do you share this gift with anyone else?”. He replied “Yes, my pets, my plants, my ancestors and anyone around my energetics but in polite conversation I do not mention it or even venture into other peoples dirty realms”.

I found that fascinating as I was the opposite and felt I’d been mainlining the secret truth of the universe and wanted everyone to get a hit. He smiled as he said:

“The folly of youth, incarnate. You are too young to wield this wisdom”.

“And yet I have it”.

“That doesn’t mean you know how to use it or aren’t a danger to yourself and others”.

“What do you mean?”.

“Its quite simple, really. Look” he gestured at his dress. It was simple, white cotton from head to toe that draped well. No logos, nothing fancy, no pretense. Just pure function. “If I am dressed like this and he” he gestured over to a worker that was wearing rigger boots as he digs into the ground to lay foundations “Came over and I hugged him, what happens?”.

“Your clothes would get dirty” I said.

“Exactly. Exactly this. To him it makes no difference. What I’m dressed in will have zero influence on his attire or presence. It won’t even graze the surface as its so tough and calloused yet for me my threads would be ruined. I learned that once the glow sprung within I needed to protect it by keeping it hidden so I keep the world at a distance but wish it all the best, nonetheless. They are beyond helping and any attempts will not be welcomed as you expect because what you say will contradict what they expect and they’ll hate you for it. Its a tale as old as time itself and why, during their time in the flesh, mystics are misrepresented or outcast and only when they’ve left and their message can be edited or flipped will people accept their concepts as an ideal. People want to be deceived. They line up for it. Its what they need because it allows them to pretend they can still feel. Look, look at him”. A man with a blowtorch in his fist and welders mitt was working on a fence. “That is the average level of sensitivity of the average man and and woman. They go through life dressed in that contraption and don’t question why they feel so disconnected“.

“But thats exactly it. If you can see this and can help them take off what isn’t needed then why not assist them?” I asked. He smiled, shook his head and looked ruefully into the distance.

“Don’t think I haven’t tried it. My family ostracized me when I tried to get them to look within. They said I was a heretic, a traitor to their faith and my sayings were blasphemous. Eventually the discomfort got so bad, the tension so immense that I upped and left and came to this continent instead where nobody knows me like that and I keep myself to myself. Well, apart from my pets and allotment”.

The rest of the conversation went on as I tried to wrap my head around the things he said because to me they reeked of a man defeated who fell at a hurdle, decided not to get up again and made a little encampment and stopped running the race I intended to win. He laughed, long and hard. People looked over in irritation as they rushed that way and this at the two potential lunatics standing there, obscuring the pavement in animated discussion.

“You can’t save anybody. Only your Self. When you get this the rest will make sense. Ah, you’re young and idealistic. You want it to be one way, but it isn’t. If you’ve been given clean white dress the best course of action is to keep your distance, lest you’re enmired in filth for your attempts”.

“What is the point in dying with your music within when by sharing it you could uplift the collective?” I challenged. “One candle lights another and thus spreads the illumination”.

“You don’t get it, do you? The world is like this because that is whats intended. This is a corrupted realm that is far closer to hell than most suspect”.

Actually, this was a very valid point and aligned with something I’d often suspected before his conversation as I wondered why the wicked run free and are well rewarded for doing heinous things whilst the good die young, often broken and penniless after their journey through a world that cares naught about their feelings and offers nothing but cruelty and various control mechanisms. He laughed again and said:

“You see. Just like them you know but refuse to see it. Isn’t that ironic”.

I had to admit, he had a point but I still couldn’t accept it.

“Look, you are one of the lucky ones. Call it fate, good deeds or just one of those things. You have managed to open your eyes and realize you were dozing in locomotion in a sleepwalking existence. Now to them” he gestured to the madness of crowds that thronged around us on that busy pavement “Its a rude awakening. One they don’t expect, want or ask for even. No matter how much they need it. That isn’t your concern. Your empathy is admirable. Misplaced, but admirable nonetheless. Plus you have no idea what you’re up against. Take it from me, I had to lose all that was precious in order to win. If I could go back again to my time of zeal I never would’ve said a thing to my family about my awakening. I would have kept going through the motions of their expectations, respecting the traditions and keeping my observations private as I cultivated my inner realm. That would’ve been for the best as I would have lead by example instead of trampling over all they held sacred as that made them class me a madman”.

“But you care what people think. I don’t” I told him. I felt this was the main difference between us. “You would happily stand there cheering for a naked emperor even though you can see fine well. That is a betrayal of the Self, tantamount to Soul murder, if you think. Something very disrespectful and an action I cannot sanction as my conscience will not let me do this. To me the cost is irrelevant. I don’t care about those who don’t get it but for those who do its literally life changing. Put it this way, if someone else was me and they’d clicked the trick to happiness was hidden within beneath your fears and it took risking it all on one spin to hit the jackpot I’d really, really appreciate them telling me and offering some guidance. Wouldn’t you?”.

“Pain a cruel mistress” he said. “But her methods are effective. They run from her, you to her. That is the difference because you make your enemies your friends. Thats quite a dangerous way of living and not in accordance with one who has lit the lamp within as you should make your priority safeguarding it in order to safely cross the abyss. You, on the other hand, seem like you can’t wait to greet death because you think what shines now can never be extinguished. I have my doubts on this. Sure, you can call me chicken, say I’m hedging my bets or have failed to accept the challenge and you may be correct. I just know I don’t want to let go of what I’ve gained as it cost me everything so yes, I do play it cautious and I do think you’re reckless. We each have our own path and I do wish you the best because it will be interesting to see what happens if you manage to stay in the runnings and make the distance. I’ll be watching” he said as we parted and went our own ways, never to meet again.

A decade has passed between now and then. As much as things have shifted some parts are identical and others I’ve discovered since have strengthened my resolve as well. I get now what he meant about spiritual development being a solo thing because even if you band together an organization of like minded people the human condition is so fickle and twisted that it will beget more problems than it solves if not create a state of co-dependence. That I have to admit was entirely correct from the initial incarnation of the wilhelpme project that was based in the physical. The old phrase of leading a horse to water makes so much sense because those who are disconnected no longer click that they are thirsting or the solution is right in front of them.

His comments about white dress, the mess and wanting to make it out in one piece upon finding the exit makes a lot of sense as well but I can’t help but feel he’d already been defeated due to his experience. There was another similar event where I was walking along, minding my biz, when a woman stopped me and asked a question that led to a very similar discussion except she was a psychic:

“Keep doing what you’re doing. Its all unfolding as intended. I was told to pass you a message: Know you’re powerfully protected, divinely sanctioned and here to uplift the collective as the time will come when peoples minds shift from the outer to within so keep your eye open for the peak of oppression and then, and only then, should you announce your presence. Don’t varnish a thing, say it loud and direct. Until then keep practicing what you preach. The key is how you feel. Invite them all to listen but only those who hear will choose to be free because not all are destined to leave. In times of universal deceit the spiritual revolutionary speaks fearlessly, truthfully and powerfully. This is what the situation needs. Share your gifts freely. Send out your ripples of influence. Those of resonance will be drawn in. Beyond that you can do nothing but of that which you’re capable so spark in the darkness and lets see what happens. I’ll be watching”.

Then she left.

You know, I’ve often said that people are figments of our imagination in the sense that we never truly interact with them but our interpretations. A while ago I wanted to buy an island. Nothing big or lavish. It was actually quite tiny but affordable and, best of all it was totally distant from all and everything. Ironically I was dressed in white linens on summers day on the pavement having this conversation as I said to my friend:

“I’m thinking of leaving. Take that trip, jet, get my own island and spend the rest of my life in quiet contemplation”.

At just that moment a junkie rolled up, clucking for his fix and interjected: “What is the point in you having the light, the shine, the voltage and then going and hiding it in a cave on an island? You might as well have not came for all the good it did”. Even he looked surprised by what he said as he wasn’t expecting those words to come from his lips as he reup’d that sunny morning. My friend raised his eyebrows and said “He’s got a point” and I had to admit he did. Look at the metaphysics:

A man who is an addict when seen as an aspect of Self projected out is one that is shying away from reality as it stands by using a coping mechanism to hide the fact this isn’t the life he intended. In his case it was what he slammed in his veins to take off the edge and make it through another day. Flipped and introspected that would have been me sitting on my tiny island in a state of Self induced bliss in a state of disconnection as the world went to hell but I was happy in my little bubble. Poetic.

Obviously that didn’t happen as I’m here in the trenches with the rest but still wearing white threads. Would things have turned out different if it wasn’t for the conversations with that man or the psychic earlier on or do we all play many parts in each others existence and there are levels of potential that actualize depending on how we harness our consciousness and decide our resonance? Either way its very interesting because as I sit here and push the pen I recollect these events that seem like they happened a lifetime ago as so much has shifted. And yet much remains identical and there is always newness pouring in. Such is the process of continual Self improvement as its akin to upping the resolution of your perception and things just keep getting clearer and clearer as you shake off the resistance that comes from a lack of introspection, unexamined fears and inherited ignorance.

This is what I mean about being in a state of altered consciousness. I call it Adulteration for a reason because once you remove what isn’t true, what isn’t real or authentic then what remains is Inner Sense. The alchemists of yore knew this well hence the metaphors of turning lead to gold by shifting a few atoms because the one who does this unlocks limitless riches for theirs is the Kingdom.

In all of my adventures many people have been many things. I wonder what aspect of you I represent and what you take from my message and presence as you wouldn’t be reading this if there wasn’t a deeper reason within. They key to Inner Sense is that boundless curiosity which simply has to know so follow your inner glow, see where it leads and then please tell me as I’m wondering if there are links and resonance between the maps of higher consciousness I’m building and the ones you’re discovering as your prime nature may just be the final frontier which we’re all seeking but most, like the welders mitt, are too numb and disconnected to even suspect exists as they run around behind external symbols and traditions that, historically, haven’t done a thing but foster division and conflict under the guise of unification.

Kind of like the net, in that respect. Yes? The new opiate of the masses. Soon to be implanted. Techno Sapiens. Coming to a planet near you!

Till we meet again