It makes no sense to do what I’m about to attempt. If you’d been what I’ve lived I wonder what you do next? Would you have even survived to be where I’m at as the bigger picture swims into your vision and you realize what you’re up against. Not only are the odds tremendous but the Game is rigged and they stacked the deck to ensure that any wins you get become losses in the end. “We must make an example out of him. If you shoot the shepherd in the head the sheep will think again about who to ram with so lets send a message the rest and get them in line, quick”.
If life is a great con that plays out just like chess then it pays to think a few moves ahead but what if the other player isn’t of this realm and swims through time like fish as we do space with our motions on this planet? Sixty Four strings wrapped around your consciousness to create the illusion of a Self that thinks its human. Tell them this and they’ll rebel because it runs contra to what they said is the way it is since the inception of this thing. Am I wrong to break the spell when I see so many suffering due to their own ignorance and lack of Knowledge that could grant the discernment needed to sift fact from fiction. Or am I giving them too much credit as I see not what they are but their inherent potential that I wish to see spring from their chests again like it does from the children. Oh, how I wish to protect them and offer the guidance that from my own life was missing.
At the core of this all is it just a selfish mission? Or better yet a clever distraction to prevent me facing that which I haven’t completely dealt with due to the generations of suffering that flows in my veins as I spill the ink upon the page or is it a grander calling because only the strong can swallow the poison the others dare not sip for the betterment of the collective. Will they see it like this? Probably not. Is it important, overall, when seen via the vision of Inner Sense to get the credit in assisting them find liberation? Isn’t that reward enough, of itself, and the true Soul of your mission as you want three them what you yourself wish and that is an end of the suffering that comes from this realm.
“You know they won’t see it like this, yes? They’ll call you mad and measure you up for boots made of cement so they can toss you in the ocean of public ridicule and contempt for even making the attempt. Neither the medium nor message is important to them if it contradicts what they think and have been taught to expect”.
But what if that itself is the problem? That which they must address in order to make sense of the mess that passes for a life in this realm.
“Some people aren’t content unless they’re attempting to ice skate uphill. Why make it more complicated than it is. Stay offline, do your thing. Mainly in private with those few public sprinkles on those you meet, as and when, but nothing organized or concentrated with clear lucid steps as that reeks of rebellion and they only like that when they own both puppets on either side of the fence due to the profits and control that brings. You are a wild card. A loose cannon in that respect and just like the little boy who said the Emperor was naked and revealed the camera trick that their minds were playing on the awareness held hostage as they bought in to a narrative that was penned and seemingly sanctioned by one who knows best”.
Yes, yes, that is exactly it.
I’m warring with myself because my head offers excuses when my chest knows its inevitable as I am allowed the attempt but the fruits of my labors may never reach my lips. I’m OK with this so what is the problem?
“The problem is you’re sacred. Scared you may win and how you’ll handle it because then you’ll have to dedicate the rest to rebuilding your own lineage and that means mastering the skills of the Opponent so you can rise high beyond this life and heal the generations to come and your ancestors as well. That, after all, is the real mission and you want to skip to this step whilst avoiding the previous and thus do nothing but while away your life in pointless distractions. I ain’t mad, its needed in some respect. Calcination, dissolution then separation… You know the rest”.
I do. Fall down five, get up six… I do that well because liberation isn’t a once and done thing as it comes via concerted effort in many cycles of life and death. Ironic how that which brings freedom can enslave as well and the source of apparent joy becomes a well of sadness never ending. A little support and guidance and things could’ve been so different.
“Do diamonds that shine bright rue the pain that they felt as coals, back when? When those that were around but didn’t feel the pressure like them wondered why they were stressing and how life is perfect? Sure there is an inherent loneliness to this which was amped to the power of ten when your friends dealt you death and watched from the wings as you reanimated your shell and came back to the flesh so now you can’t claim ignorance of the stakes or their intent. After all, your very existence is a threat to all they’ve built since the times of golden BS and the DJ is about to change the tune and slide into a whole new set where tech meets flesh and a different kind of man they beget. You are the proverbial spoke in the wheels of this to them and thus can bring it all down, tumbling. Either way not only will they hate you but their captives, those you call Slaves, as well because they are allergic to true freedom as think they already possess it via the choices in entertainment and how to spend their tickets”.
Worthless figments of their imagination and yet they build their entire life around them without digging beyond the surface.
“Why would they? They don’t care. They’re coals, remember? To them the darkness is not only natural but quite pleasant as well. Plus there are loads of them. You don’t know the comfort this brings but its quite soothing to roll around with the feeling you have all the answers instead of spending your life seeking the optimal questions. To them you are the one who has it wrong or are quixotic at best. The old order of the ages set the tone and temperament and they’re about to do it again as we prepare to step into a brave new world that fiction has already paved in their heads. Don’t you see what you’re up against? They quite literally molded the world in their own image and thus anything that isn’t this is a threat ergo you might as well paint your skin red and stick horns on your head for how they’ll construe your message because progress in these concepts takes generations for it to sink. Even then its only if the seeds are fed and nourished which takes either effort or threat and you have neither the power nor resources to ensure this will happen”.
I have my right to the attempt even if the fruits evade my lips. That isn’t important though, is it? I wouldn’t say I’ve figured out all of the questions just yet but I’m on my way with my starter for ten and those I’m quite certain can help the 8% who too have felt the splinter in their mind since they stepped in.
“In contrast to what? The 81% who dwell within the velvet lined rut you call the Mind Made Prison and think of nothing but how to decorate it in order to make it glisten? Why can’t you see that is the natural order of things. You can’t speed it up, you can’t accelerate their progress because they’ll get it when they get it so why even bother with the attempt? Handle your business, keep it moving and stay away from the web because they’ll let you live if you’re just local”.
How does that explain the last skirmish? Actually, no need to tell because there was an agent in my bed that didn’t take to well to rejection which led to the rest.
“You needed to be checked. Leaping ahead again. Look, just because you’ve lived it before and know the twist doesn’t mean you can preempt it without consequence because you presence as a remainder upsets the balance of power that controls this equation. You should have walked when you had the chance because now you’re back in it again and battling odds that really are quite tremendous. Either way they are going to revere then revile before switching back again as this is how they’ll find balance but by then your physical form will be long dead and those who remain behind from the 11% will set to work on distorting your message and introducing schisms and divisions to dilute what you showed them. Its a Game as old as the empire itself, you already know this so I don’t know why I’m repeating this sentence”.
Little eyes cannot see big dreams because their limits will not allow them to perceive the truth of majesty. Just like the blind cannot comprehend the silent beauty of a sunset, no matter how finely you describe it. The pieces were set, back when, there is no choice but to attempt and do what your chest says because your mind is imprisoned as a living hostage. Show them the difference and let them make their own decision because you know fine well that the voice in their heads will reject the message due to threat it represents to its stolen position as a symptom of their internal division. Mark my words when I say that if you don’t put your chips down on the next spin you will live to regret it in a life that tastes like death as you Witness the merry hell they unleash upon this realm as they set the stage for the next bit because either way it will happen so might as well inoculate them with the gift of discernment otherwise they’ll fall for the magicians tricks and pay no heed to the man behind the curtain who looks suspiciously naked when they say he’s actually dressed in the finest linens.
Till we meet again
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