To All Frenemies, Public and Private

“Is there really any point in raging against the machine?” I ask myself, quietly. My own life and death experiences have convinced that both are the limbs of illusion which extend from the Psylense that sits in the mid, perceives and allows perception but is often not perceived as this process renders it invisible. In other words when you’re watching a movie on the screen, what is it that you do not see? The TV.

Kind of obvious, yes? After all without it there would be no audio visual experience which draws you in. Consider that life, with all its thrills, spills and chills which can be ball (as well as block) busting. When the credits roll and the body positive plus sized birthing person undulates the airwaves you’ve met death. Is that the end? Not from the TV sets perspective as that mute black square which rules this Game right here is entirely impartial from all of these antics. Comprehending this as a fact, Self evident and not intellectual babble is the first step toward transcendence for those who wish to not only change the channel but interrupt the regularly scheduled programming of dying and being born again. And again. And again.

In many ways this plane is a test you can’t fail because you’ll go through the same things time and time again. Often with the same people who play different roles on each spin, depending upon the balance of previous energetics. Imagine one who lost a parent at a young age for one stage of their Game and spent the rest of their life pining for what might have happened and then click that the same person next click incarnates as their child with whom they have a strained relationship. Why would this be? Simple, energy has no feelings but if you consider the investment made on the last spin you had an absence that wasn’t dealt with but, on the contrary, had more attention poured in therefore pieces of the thinker were still stuck in this realm and now she comes back to collect in a way that makes her stress, fret and regret not getting an abortion.

For some the light would’ve went on inside their chest as their Psylense nods in agreement as they now have a handle, a fresh perspective which offers hints at how to master their energetics in the flesh because, realistically, where else will you get the time and option? After death things move really quick, as expected because timespace ceases to exist and one can be everywhen in an instant, whereas here there is still a perceptible gap in these dealings which can make them seem unconnected.

Imagine in front of you two screens. Each display a fish. You name one Spooky and the other Action because this is what they bring. Try as hard as you wish you cannot wrap your head around the fact that there seems to be an odd link between their actions as one zags, the other zigs. And yet, there are no visible ties, or hints. Take that as life in the Third Dimension and now imagine these screens of deceptive visions are removed from your eyelids and you stand upon the brink of higher perception. Now you realize the truth. There is, was and only ever will be one fish.

“Of course!” is said “How obvious!” come the statements because its easy once you know the answers but the trick is getting that vantage in the flesh while you can still do something about it otherwise its round and round, round you go. Combine these two metaphors with your own blend of secret herbs and spices then allow to marinate before being served to perfection and you’ll start to form a sketch of higher planes of living (and death, remember one fish handling its business as it swims in the seas of illusion) that make the complex much more simple.

That means that in this life, now, as we’re speaking those who are friends or enemies may not exactly be totally fresh as the previous example said. Some have store credit that manifests as going above and beyond what you expect as they hold you down when the rest step as it gets thick. Some get close only to betray you from within as you watch them grin whilst they stick the knife in. Therein lies the trick. The great Karma Con I call it because that is exactly what it is.

Imagine a casino that is built in the middle of an abyss. The lights twinkle and glisten and that which is, to all intents and purposes dead, is given an alluring sheen of living. Dreams are sold in the desert and many unmarked graves hold the secrets of what truly goes on behind the curtain. Most never suspect, fewer still get to Witness these shenanigans because image building and illusion in order to skim off the cream is the nature of the beast and thus there are oaths one must take before you can join the team.

Lets say you know none of this going in. Better yet lets say you’re entirely ignorant of all I’ve just said because the preincarnation memory wipe that shakes your cosmic Etch A Sketch handles its business really well. That and it adds to the immersion because no one wants to watch a flick in which “that guy from the other thing” is playing another role quite different. Now, lets pretend here they know you’re a man of certain skills, abilities and natural equipment that rests within the traveling bag of your existence that manifests as your flesh and, most importantly, the mind within. That eternal connection, the gift of the Psylense I call the Witness which makes all possible. They hit you with a pitch as you step in and automatically start winning. Its a great feeling, quite seductive as well as you’re comped with the best and you think this streak will never end. You get to know the showgirls, the pit boss and a few other incidentals as well and, bang, before you know it you’re hit with an offer thats life or death. For some its not as dramatic, for many not obvious but most will notice there that was a definite shift that led to a chill on the hot streak they were living.

If you declined an offer you can’t refuse its easy to be oblivious to the true reason why things get difficult as you possess something these crooks in the desert covet and wish to use for their own ends by making you believe they made it when in reality they simply coaxed it out from within. You yourself could do this but not inside their establishment as its built to be loud, bright and hypnotic and thus anyone who wakes up is a threat to the rest of the patrons.

Back home, years ago the bosses realized this and started pumping in the freshest air because oxygen is a hallucinogen. “What a wild trip!” They laughed as the tills ring but their power only extends from one generation to the next if they can trust they put in the place within their System to do exactly as they wish and not deviate from their expectations. This is where you come in.

Everyone, I’m quite certain, at some point, in some incarnation will get a peek behind the curtain. Its all part of the process really because the fish swims the same way each day but only ever reveals a portion of its pattern to each person glimpsing. For an easy frame of reference consider this scale of incarnation which offers a hint to how many times you’ve tasted death because a fresh Soul that just steps in will have all the boxes ticked with a life as close to perfection as you can imagine. Didn’t I say it was designed to be seductive? The sailing will not only be smooth but often luxurious and I don’t mean in just the simple modern notion of trinkets and baubles but emotional abundance along with an immense amount of coherence and resonance. What happens next? What else? “I want more”. And more ye shall get… Just not as you expect. One fish, two screens. Such is the duplicity of polarity in which one must find unity or risk being reamed by the faux gods of spacetime who, at one point, will entice you to the side where the shadows like to hide and pull their quiet strings. “This thing of ours is most profitable and we could hone those talents you possess to a fine edge. All we ask is trust. In return we’ll offer the world if you’ll simply hoodwink yourself and do exactly as instructed”.

Granted the words may not be as eloquent and certainly not as direct due to the principles of free will as well as various tricks they employ like strange influence from a distance aka depth hypnosis and covert suggestion, often with a sexual element and or sprinkled with narcotics intended to wiggle the fish as they specialize in corruption. Like I said, its a dirty business.

Now, imagine you say yes and take to these waters like an innate amphibian. You slip and slide with a grace previously unimaginable as you are truly a smooth criminal. The punters adore you as well. Business is booming with you at the helm and the bosses are besides themselves at having honed and picked such a talent because you make the tills ring and keep them well fed with the cream you help them skim. And then you die.

Naturally upon walking into the casino for your next incarnation you’ll often feel a little twinge that says “There is something more to this” because even though you’re no longer that guy from that thing you aren’t exactly a civilian either. A way to consider this is intended writing and each sheet of paper being the spirit of this incarnation because whilst the Soul may Witness everything the pilot driving the flesh on his way to his final destination is always a unique expression. Its what keeps it interesting as scenes always seem so fresh to a fish with a short memory.

Back in the casino you may find the tables aren’t alluring. The showgirls lay it on thick but you can tell they’re acting as they’re doing it for the tips as they handle you to the hilt via a professional performance designed to entice you in like a modern day siren. The cards feel boring. What they’re selling you’re not buying and for may a malaise can set in as they feel a shiftless sense of listlessness, a depression thinly spread. “There must be more to this” the weary (wary?) traveller says. This is what happens when you’re approaching your final incarnations and this is where it gets very, very interesting.

See for the bosses, who know fine well who you are the moment you stepped in, having you around has become a bit of a threat to their operation as you know them too well. You’ve made them an immense amount previously but they could tell you were starting to see around the corners that were hidden, like light bent ninety degrees in a vacuum, and one stiff breeze could bring down their entire deception that manifests as this house of cards in the desert. Of course, you don’t consciously remember this but your actions are speaking loud and clear as you’re not buying in. Cue the frenemies who really are teachers in fancy dress as only a fool has those he detests whereas the wise learn from the best and then transcend.

Remember what I said about the age of Souls and how its great when you step in, nice and fresh, as the Game lets you win in order to keep you coming back for more and more until various vows and oaths about the codes of death and silence are taken (all on your free will, that is very important) to reveal the inner dealings of this most square biz. Cubic, actually, and even that is is a sliver of the hyperdimensional aspect that truly pulls the strings which bind your awareness. If they sensed on the last spin you were starting to see through the charade and wondering why it is this way as you engage in such shenanigans that can truly only be classed as wicked then they know they have a problem. Lets imagine there are thirteen levels to this and the last one is a battle tested vet who is searching for the exit as the bright lights and deception designed to hide a constant mining of the captives begins to chafe and they yearn for a different pace.

Last spin round you made it to the grand table and enjoyed the fruits you previously grifted for those higher on the food chain. This afforded you a certain latitude and free reign as well as time alone, or with friends of ours, to contemplate. You asked your confidant, your consigliere, who was a level eight what he thought of all of this. The grand scheme and their place in all of this. The answers were as you’d expect as they’re firmly sandwiched in the mid, full card carrying members who simply do not perceive from the same vantage. They pick up on your line of thinking and, in private, mention it to the bosses and say it may be time for an enforced retirement as they can’t be having one who sits at the head be talking like this as it sends the wrong message. The bosses are proud of their treacherous minion as it shows his loyalty is to them and not the one who bought him in and thus they foster the mindset to pose as a friend, work as a spy and when the time comes for his demise we’ll ensure that you rise. With a gleam in his eyes he accepts the challenge and, as orchestrated, you meet an unglamorous end in the desert next to one of the many bodies you yourself sent.

Back in the Game, sporting new threads made of flesh as your Earthday Suit does its thing. Thing is that previous life on the penthouse with a huge overview of everything after so many incarnations of plugging right back in where you left off and giving your all and everything to this organization has done its bit. You know, but can’t get specific, that the reason the house wins is because of crooked dealings. You know those who smile and are villains as you yourself were one, back when. This time when the offer comes you side step and say “I’m just here for the refreshments” and have no intention of gambling nor peering behind the curtain.

“Houston, we have a problem”. Your old Ace who was level eight but now is nine and thus being trained to sit at your old seat watches you mill around via CCTV with a sneer on his face. “To think, I used to look up to him. What a dimwit, he can’t tell which side his bread is buttered if he thinks he can take us on and win. This is our Game, we built this and we’ll be dammed if he makes a dent in our business or operations by awakening the living hostages that don’t have the nous to realize they’ve been manipulated”.

Showgirls are sent, many dressed as regular women, with a script and a look designed to get your attention as they know your predictions. That and more than a few are ones you’ve previously spent time with and thus there is an innate resonance due to the great karma con doing its thing. Without even trying you win bets or you walk past an amusement as the lights start flashing and confetti descends which says “Congratulations for being todays lucky winner of an all expenses trip!”. You decline the offer as you remember, down within, this often meant a one way ride to the desert where you’re forced to dig the ditch into which you’ll be thrown as per the bosses intent. Why was he picked? “Who knows? Who cares? Another toothpick” said your team back when as theirs was to do, not question.

Thing is from up on high with the realm at your fingertips you started to suspect that these who were so good at tricking that patrons were actually also doing the self same thing to those they lured in to run the day to day as its all about corruption, manipulation along with some theatrics throw in. Everyone is bought off, in that sense, wether or not they realize it. You start questioning the nature of the Game you’re playing out here in the desert and, most vitally, your part in this. “How many times have I done this? I know what comes at the end so whats the alternative?” you’d think before your current incarnation.

This one is different as they now class you as a threat. “Get that piece off the table as quickly and quietly as you can” they say to your old Ace who covets the place you once had without realizing they’ll do to him exactly as he is currently hell bent on bringing to you at this stage. Quite strange, isn’t it, how they have but one trick they play again and again. This is because its as old as it is effective.

For you this realm now doesn’t have the same allure. Things are most definitely not what they seem and thus you seek tranquility, far from the maddening crowds and not unlike Buddha underneath a tree you’re tested ferociously by various forms of temptation that all attempt to ensure your end comes without awakening your true talents. See, the bosses never created anything within. If anything they revealed what they’d hid upon your incarnation and this is what is so dangerous because the one walking around, looking like a civilian but is actually a previous level thirteen incarnation is the greatest threat they can imagine to their little skim operation that allows them to syphon off energetics for their own kind of projects which are beyond the scope of this missive.

Its easy to come up missing at this stage because if level one was super easy then the current one where you sit is akin to being born into a minefield whilst stuck to a pogo stick. Exactly as intended as there is a lot of space in the desert and, after all, if they built the illusion of an oasis then revealing the true nature within doesn’t take much effort, now does it?

To all frenemies, public and private, I wish you no ill will. I know you’ve sat at my table, broke bread and heard me formulate my concepts about this realm as you appealed to my habits of Self Destruction via the various forms and methods of deception you know well. I hope you enjoyed your moment and learned as much from it as I did from you because, in retrospect, it all seems so obvious. I say that to say this because the fish only swims in certain patterns and realizing this is all part of the trick because even down here I’m still on a higher level than the rest because thirteen never moves backwards whereas you’re still a nine and thus willing to go all in without any critical thinking or questions.

If a child misbehaves you can either beat it or teach it and whilst I seriously considered vengeance for the disrespect I decided to apply those energetics to better ends as I intend to make this my last spin and will transcend after awakening my 8% who possess the same level of awareness. No debts, no credits. No thing. Which is actually everything. The Witness aka key to this realm.

To all frenemies, public and private, I wish you well and this time I see you coming and pushed the pen to share this with the intent to inspire you to make better choices because you know who always delivers, ten times out of ten.

I’m still on another level. It’ll click once you get it, I just want you to realize this. And when it comes to this thing of (y)ours, remember you’re standing in what I built as a testament to my ignorance – for generations – due to accepting, unquestioned, what was handed by those promising something in exchange for compliance via deception and cheap tricks. The life you realize this is where you’ll be the one on the receiving end of a near death experience and all the rest that happened because there is nothing new under the sun when it comes to the journey for liberation from this realm as you’re dealing with a copy and paste specialist with nothing original in its head ergo I wish you the best for as and when it happens. its inevitable. Unless you like being recycled. Get it, you BMX bandits?

I hearby cancel and rescind all forms and types of contract and permission, implicit or explicit, personal or generational in all types of manifestation and resonance, everywhen, that are not in accordance with the actualization of my highest potential and/or were obtained in bad faith or deception in all and any incarnations. As I have said, so it is and mote it be.

Till we meet again