Aligned to the Divine

If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? You know who I’m talking to. That crew thats of one mind that manifests as many flesh and blood beings. I say it again:

If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?

One of us has to be wrong and the other correct. Either I’m that incompetent that I just don’t get your lofty meaning and purpose and have it all entirely ass backwards as I rail against a foe that actually has my best interests at heart and is saying things I’m currently incapable of hearing or you really are just wicked. Well placed as well. So, what is it? A spiritual miracle or an old devil in a new dress?

I am willing to accept the possibility of being incorrect in my assumptions, are you, the members? The dirty denizens? My perspective is constantly in revision as its fluid, living, coherent, the coalescence of the light that is truly our sentience. The funny thing is I suspect you say the same thing and yet we evidently sit on other sides of the fence so, once upon a when, there must have been a schism between our thinking and that is what lead to this life an alchemist.

I can feel your hatred. Its so palpable and intense and yet I cannot muster the same for those who posed as friends, worked as spies and secretly plotted my end. What is it? Revenge? Jealousy? Some kind of punishment for a transgression I don’t even recollect? Where is the justice? Or is that the challenge? Is that what happens when we’re playing on the highest level and one spin away from the exit? Don’t you want me to leave? Will you miss me? Is that it? I’ve said before I’m done with this dimension, you can have it. This is my last life sentence and I’m ascending back to my natural resonance and thus my time is dedicated in kicking that Knowledge which hits the 8% where they need it so they too can shift and speed up their involution. The spiral is a spiritualized circle and it can only happen when said shape shakes the square its ensconced in.

Tell me, my former friends – actually current frenemies would be more accurate – would you rather walk around high on false strength that stems from a borrowed illumination or would you rather bask in the honest darkness of a weakness that is obvious? That is the question and, I suspect, the matter at the heart of the rift. Ironic. I’m pretty certain the former can be quite addictive. Every place you hit, you meet a new friend as you’re always heading in the same direction whilst reciting the same script that someone else penned, once upon a when. I guess what I’m saying is would you prefer to be wrong in a crowd or correct by your Self? What if those were the options? This was the equation that I’m attempting to balance? Would you perspective change or can you only think what they say is acceptable and sanctioned?

I do find it amusing, and a little saddening as well, that people of such obvious talent and resources dedicate so much of their precious existence to my life and significance. The fact that there have been meetings in which pawns were picked due to their resonance as they were fed scripts, positioned and then instructed to lure in as their lips said one thing but minds kept repeating another intent as they called upon the energetics that they believe they command but actually controls them to do their bidding as they exert a subtle influence in non physical realms with the intent to weave a web from my own desires and actions. Its quite amazing, isn’t it? Spinning a rope then hoping they hang themselves. Or would a murder suicide be preferable? Many birds with one stone equals more debts and that equates to no exit. Am I getting warm? Is that what it truly is?

I’ve seen my true death. What happens in the six repeated as the oscillation for emancipation is returned to sender with a grin. Its quite fantastic, isn’t it? Why do I feel that you’re actually helping but in a strange kind of way that quite enjoys my suffering? Not such much a golden handshake but an iron fisting due to the alchemical inversion of elements and symbols. Tell me this:

Why make them suffer? To what end? There are billions of them that are broken beyond measure, rendered mute and unable to bend their lips into a scream they are too scared to express as they’re so disconnected and brainwashed into believing impulses that are introduced to their awareness in order to cause them stress and unhappiness as the external web of desires spins to sell them dreams via TV sets and net connections to escape the nightmare of living they’re only half conscious of manifesting due to being so well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. Tell me why it feels like all roads are pointing to a global plantation, a dimension of energy extraction that harvests negative vibrations as a way of sustenance for something quite abhorrent.

If you dress a King as a beggar people around will still respect him, even without the pomp and splendor, because of how he comports himself and his innate resonance. On the flip if you have something that is faking a position, the imposter syndrome in full effect, the wannabe divine that gets jealous if anyone dares mention another option that is as authentic as your brand isn’t then that would most certainly create some type of schism for one who gains a sense of discernment.

If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? I really do wonder this. I don’t want a conflict but I do seek answers and if all I have in this world is my balls, word and intuition then best believe I’ll let the latter control the former and the energetics of both influence the mid. “Waste your waist” isn’t that what you tell them? Explain that trap, if you will? The spells and rites are straight up Devilish. And this comes on top of the memory wipe between existences as well as the straight up camera tricks designed to lure them back in for another spin. The Psylense speaks and it says:

“Slice with the razor, the truth reveals itself”.

You can’t leave. That’s it, isn’t it? You’re stuck in this dimension. Misery lxves company and thus one who hearts to the exit is a threat and must, by definition, be lured back in for another existence because the Game of Souls works on debts and rigid enforcement like a spiritual protection racket. Imagine if you were the one handing this out. You’d probably feel quite powerful and slick as you wield a borrowed power against those who don’t have a clue what hit them as you and your set do the whole Adjustment Bureau thing and enjoy the perks of timespace travel. “A, B, C. No wait, its One, Two, Three. Just kidding, its actually Do, Reh, Me”. No it ain’t. Its just a cat, rock and a tree. Can’t you see?

Or maybe I’m wrong. I genuinely can’t be so arrogant to think I’ve got it sussed and my worldview is entirely correct whilst the rest don’t know their bow of el from anus sanctum. And yet, why is that important? Why is the formulation of my perspect so important to your clique? So much so you’d go to such lengths to interfere in it?

There are countless people in this realm that earnestly believe the most ridiculous things and this are not only tolerated but fostered and encouraged. Yet when I ruminate, drop the shovel and question the narrative of the Reality Tunnel and I’m digging and where its headed its out with the sex, drugs and hypnosis to mind control my developing sentience by locking it down again by using all kinds of binds, false choices and no win situations designed to engender toxic emotions that further dampen my wavelength and prospects of decoding the ever present higher states of consciousness due to the traumatic mind control programming designed to kill ones innate potential known as Inner Sense.

Take your pope, yeah, that dude with the crook. He tells his flock “Astrology is wicked” when anyone who can read the stars sees their presence underpins the entire narrative. To add insult to injury the true believers think one eye is wicked when the man himself said thats the entire purpose but to further rub it in they hold aloft spinal columns with pine cones embedded and have statutes of the same thing. To me, at my current level of ignorance, that reeks of an arrogance which says “I can tell you bald faced lies and place the truth right next to them and you still can’t make sense of it therefore you deserve what you get”.

If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? Why can’t I accept that? Why does it seem so wrong to me to treat people like this? Even you, my frenemies, I genuinely wish the best and not because I’m a little bish that fears your actions and tricks. Quite the opposite. Its because of the intent behind this sentence:

If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?

One of us has to be wrong. Has to be. There is no way in hell we have perspects so divergent about the prime, the preexisting, the point of origin. That is the point of the Game? Yes? To my lens its all about resonance because we are one thing – itself “no thing” – that is everything and the closer you are to this nameless, formless sentience that makes it presence felt as Psylense then the greater your wavelength. On the flip the alternative, the noiZ, that exists as a disturbance is temporal in the sense that once it rings it only dwells as long as there is someone there to listen. Not Self originating nor Self sustaining ergo not authentic. An imposter. A pretender on the throne. Something like this, that knew the truth of its heritage would obviously hide behind many deceptions and tricks, both for the oathbound and casuals as its the ultimate hustle because if they clicked the script then they’d all heart for the exit, real quick because what it attempts to obscure is what everyone is seeking:

Transcendence. In that respect we’re all hypnotized. I owe my thanks to you for this for proving how powerful it is as well as subtle and almost irresistible for the lower strata of consciousness that underpin the editing are exceedingly mechanical and will output whatever is in as long as it phrased in ways they believe are acceptance and in their best interests. No matter how distorted or misshapen as well as willful fabrications and distortions. Its all trauma based programming. All of it. Life wasn’t like this before the ice melted. I’m certain you remember this. Is that the problem? Actually, I get it.

They say a good magician never performs the same trick twice in front of a paying audience as some smart alec if bound to get it and that ruins the performance for the rest. Is this what I’m doing? If so that isn’t my intent. Take this as an invitation to parley. If all of you that partook in the plans and their execution of my humiliation then present yourselves on the next day of rent due with an explanation of what you did inside my head on that warm evening and the intent behind such actions because, as far as I can tell, you made me this because I developed free will. Wait a minute. Is that what its all about? The fact I peeped the script and realized I had options beyond where you were attempting to direct my consciousness? Is that it?

One thing I’ve been pondering is either you can’t kill me as I’m off limits or you can and prefer to drag it out instead as you want to see me suffering. That again makes me think – If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you? They say by their seeds shall ye know them. I really don’t know the scores on the doors at this moment because, on the one hand, you’ve done some pretty bad things that many would class as unforgivable and spend their rest of their life seeking vengeance for the slight they felt. That, currently, isn’t important to me. Its actually way, way down on my list because the other digit says “Seek transcendence” and, in that respect, your help has been immense. Compared to who I was before death and the one resurrected the alchemy is in full effect. Did you intend this? Was this the sweet gift hidden in outer bitterness? Are you my friends or my enemies? I guess I can’t tell. That isn’t a surprise though, is it? You were picked for resonance and obviously we have links that were forged under the cloud atlas of previous incarnations. Does everyone have to do this? Is it the astral equivalent of getting the bumps for a birthday celebration?

I can handle it. I know my strength is my Self and all these events have done is make a coal shine like a diamond but, on the flip, I also click that the reason said piece of carbon felt soft and worthless was because of your programming so what the hell is all that about then? Thats like a mind F on top of a mind F thats wrapped in a pretty bow of more mind F with a tag written in my blood that drips “BTW, mind F you”.

Persecute me, why do you? If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?

I am capable of thinking and willing to accept that I may have it all wrong and be entirely clueless, totally delusional and nowhere near the point of resonance with the prime, the pre-existing, that which I call Psylense. Heck, I’d even attest that I could have it all entirely backwards and you’re the good guys, I’m the demon made flesh that was sent to sway the world away from its true purpose and I’m the worst thing that ever happened. Thing is I have eyes. I have a heart in my chest that feels. A brain in my head that thinks and doesn’t just regurgitate cold and old chunks of Thunk (as programmed) along with an intuition that signals from my abdomen and all of these work in coherence to create the perspective I’m sharing that is constantly up for revision because the thing with Inner Sense is its seeking. Constantly seeking, introspecting, reality testing. Accepting what works, rejecting the rest and take the steps on the Path of Power that is created by walking. Why is that such a problem? Like I said previous and will reiterate again for those in the cheap seats and not paying attention:

If on the next day – 8 and counting – I hand over my dues to your agent that works where I rest you are all present and correct, like that fateful night in question, with some answers about this and your conduct to my person then we might be able to get some clarification. If not then I can’t help but wonder:

If I’m aligned to the divine what does that say about you?

Till we meet again