How Alive Do You Feel?

Simple question which you’ll probably answer with your own question:

“What do you mean?”

Crazy isn’t it how the easy ones are so hard to nail but there are no right or wrong answers therefore you can’t fail so I ask once again, how alive do you feel?

Sure, your heart is beating, lungs are doing their thing along with a million other processes of which you have no conscious awareness but are always there silently working but how alive do you feel?

Still struggling? Let me help. Lets take an average day from your childhood, pick one at random, I hope its good and lets use that as our “One Hundred Percent alive” feeling on the barometer for our little experiment. Next pick an average day over the last week and rate that on the scale as a percentage and see what it makes you think.

I guarantee you could back a day, year, month or decade and that figure would rarely sway more than Twenty Five Percent upwards on any average day and could actually more often than not be far less if you’re speaking the truth said.

The question is why? Why does this happen? Why are we born hyperkinetic balls of energy that crackle with vitality and are awash with imagination, creativity and curiosity only to discover that a couple or three decades later what was born flexing is now slowly starting to seize up on all levels like the body is a burden and its density filters a once glowing awareness that shone out on all without any prodding or purpose. It just was, you just were. And then, you were not and you became something else. Something that has the same parents, shares the same history but is as far from what it was as chalk is cheese – an Adulterated version of you.

Interesting world adult and I’ll guess you’ve spent your whole life looking at it wrong because most associate traits like responsible, self aware, mature etc. etc. with it when I look at it a bit different:

The child that was became Adulterated by a process that is all around and yet none see nor speak of its presence as its left its mark on that thing that beats in your chest as it evacuated you to live in a dark recess of your mind where you currently delight via the shining screens so bright on your entertainment device which in many ways controls your life even though you think you control it but thats another topic because for now I’m speaking of the functionally dead who yet live for death, like many things in this life, is a process. A journey of many steps in which you lose pieces of yourself bit by bit until the day comes when there is nothing left to give and around about them comes your final breath because contained within these words is a truth thats Self evident:

Everybody dies but not all live and seeing as your life is a stringing together of moments that expand into hours, days, weeks and months its a perfectly valid question to ask:

How alive do you feel because in order to change something you must first see it as it is, not how you want it to be or like to pretend but the cold hard facts as they stand as you stare them in their face because self realization is the only game worth playing because without a firm grasp on yourself – obtained by clearing away what you’re not, thats another topic we’ll speak on at some point – how can you hope claim that birthright which is buried under your pain? Inside every human there is an exit from the trap but such is the fear and programing that many will pretend that there is no such thing and then start kicking and screaming if you point it out to them as the devil he knows doesn’t treat him so bad, the jobs got some good points, holidays make me feel glad and other statements which are applied to broken dreams like a cast in order to hide the fact that most people simply aren’t happy, no matter how much they pretend or distract themselves and they try every solution from drugs to sex and musical instruments as well as dancing, eating, sleeping and a great manner of things some of which provide respite on a limited basis but nothing that brings them back to that feeling of being great as they leapt out of bed in search of the adventures of the day.

What changed? Obviously something did and its an epidemic which claims billions of Souls day after day, one wave after the next. A merciless process that doesn’t seem to relent and is so immense that most don’t comprehend the nature of the web or ask themselves “Who spun? For what ends?” and there are even less workable solutions to deal with this mess. The strangest thing I’ve found is how people resist this change. Its exactly what they want but they’d rather seek everywhen but within even though logic says this must be the true cause of the problem and the only place to seek a lasting solution. That (false) self protective mech lets me know we’re up against something with a vastly different type of intelligence that has us playing draughts whilst its moves are chess. Stranger still, once seen, is that the Game is multi-dimensional and what we see within the flesh is but a tiny, tiny section of the entire thing. Put it like this:

If I could flick a switch and up the voltage of your consciousness (which is as simple as removing the resistance and allowing your natural flow to recommence) it would be obvious because you now have the gnosis. Thing is your Opponent knows this and has spent many lifetimes making you believe its tricks because the nature of the Game is total immersion but doesn’t it seem to be going to hell in a hand basket, real quick? All gas an no brakes make Jack a dead boy. What we’ve done before has obviously got us to this moment, personal and collective, and yet so many are reluctant to change their steps or alter what they’re doing. Isn’t that type of confusion intriguing? Doesn’t it offer a blatant hint that there are hitherto unacknowledged variables in the mix. In that respect what I’m speaking on is the psycho-spiritual equivalent of dark matter as the presence is so ubiquitous it underpins life on this planet and is, in many ways, the aim of the Game because those who realize whats at stake with their Opponent automatically shift from being Victims and then its on because up until then has been a distraction and thats when things get interesting.

Till we meet again