The Ignorance You Inherited and Will Pass Onto Your Children

So much of what we learn in life is implicit and as many have said over the years give me the boy and I will show you the man as the imprints in the time from zero to seven form the outline of the mind or the frame through which we view everything else that makes up our lives. A more accurate term would be bi directional filter as not only does it decide how we interpret what goes in it in turn has an effect on how we express and thus what we put out. It is a gossamer veil that none see but all feel and Knowledge of it and effects on the species is far more important than the discovery of the wheel, fire or anything else because it is so fundamental and essential, much like the foundations of your home which you never see but know, in the back in your mind, are the basis of the whole show. A solid grounding allows one to reach for the stars and a fractured design ensures the home can’t survive either gentle or hard knocks as the resources simply aren’t there. What is so interesting about all of this is the attractive principle of consciousness and this is no secret for its evidence it writ large in everyones experience as well all know the Soul who faces challenge after challenge and barely manages to cope as well as the one seemingly born under a good sign for whom roses are all around and has never even felt a thorn.

“Show me the child and I’ll give you the man”.

Such a simple dictum that contains the hardest of facts as whilst our slates aren’t blank when we’re born as we have our innate drives and quirks that we bring to the table its the maps we acquire that teach us the lay of the land and give us our internal bearings which in turn allow us to plan our capers as we attempt to master our powers, align our dreams and carve out a niche that allows us the feeling we all seek:

That its OK just being me.

Children learn a lot by what they see, feel and hear in their day to day lives. So much so that they heed not what their parents say but how they are. Think on that right now:

“Don’t hit your brother” she says with a smack.

What do you think has the greater impact aside from the dissonance seared into fresh neurons like a track as the standard is set for future interactions as well as Self relationship. What a map! Imagine trying to decode a journey with such an instrument printed erroneously four fold with the original directions on the bottom and the interlopers overlaid at various angles and rotations and you’ll start to see why so few make it to their intended destination and why the feeling of enslavement to the pain of living is most peoples mode of standard operation and this in turn explains why suffering is near universal and the need for support via religion, distraction, entertainment or substances is the number one thing that occupies the minds of most tenants in this global concentration camp where the silent Witness within observes the punishment enacted by this Click-Whirr type of Thunking that dwells in the heads of those with no Knowledge of Self. If you’re looking for the devil you’ll find him masquerading as your ignorance that pretends it gets everything and there are no more answers left worth asking beyond getting on with the task in hand and obeying its constant barking. Slaves, I call them.

The Warrior, on the flip, sees through the script with a grin. “Wait a minute, how in the hell can I be that voice that very often says not very nice things when the simple fact is I’m obviously something else inside my head that is listening”. And thus begins the gnosis of the Witness, who you are in and beyond the Game that wraps a carbon based frame around your unfinite sentience and has spent its entirely life being ignored, programmed, directed and suggested at whims of various, often contradictory, aims when, in reality, its far more powerful and capable than many suspect. Its natural state? Inner Sense. You once knew it well.

This is but the tip the iceberg, liter and figuratively, for sure, because the division between the conscious and unconscious aspects can be illustrated like this:

Wherein lies the power that drives your deeds in the moment? In whom would you place you faith? Which one do you know and which is a stranger you don’t? See why I say its a Game of three halves? At least. Words can be weapons if you know not what you say but they can also illuminate and help clear the path and one such tone is what we call individual. There isn’t one on the planet familiar with the tongue in which its spoken that would claim or accept to be anything less at all and within lies the key that can free if you can wrap your mind around whats coming:

Individual. A contraction of three words presented as one where the sum of the parts is far more than the accepted interpretation as what you don’t know can and does hurt unless you rotate your awareness and see what was hidden:

Mission accomplished. Those who spoke the spells are indeed inwardly divided and dual as evidenced by the phrase “Came over me I know not what did”, usually expressed in a more grammatical form as well as “He seemed like a totally different person” and other little foibles that pop up everyday because like miracles tragedies are also common. Except, most never pay attention as their map has no room and they can’t read it anyway and so they plod on from one unfilled day to the next with dreams of making a better life toward which they take no steps, accepting instead the default programming with which they were blessed by their parents who underwent the same process of Adulteration.

Think about it, I’m saying you come from a long line of people that were tricked into a schism and you are the sum total of that inheritance as the same cards were dealt to you from an identically rigged deck. If you don’t choose to shift and flex your neuroplastic muscles, who will? If you have children this becomes doubly important because you may have already noticed the glow they stepped in with dimmed as they were schooled by the System and thus your lineage will head the same way unless you reevaluate your position and investment in Thunking.

An interesting thing about that word bless is most think it means something good when it actually stems from a ritual of offering in which altars were sprinkled with blood. A fitting spell, all things considered, yes? After all there was a time when people threw their babies to burned alive into a statue of a bull because someone powerful said. The methods have became more refined but just as you look at them as idiots the people from ten thousand years ago would consider your intellect primitive in comparison to whats been as they played the Game on an entirely different level but used the same equipment currently you step with using far less voltage and mostly on autopilot. Dare ye Know the Ledge?

Till we meet again