There is nothing this world can give me. Its quite a liberating feeling when it clicks because its like your head has been pulled out of your rear end. Life no longer stinks and you see with far clearer vision and that is due to the nature of the trick which prevents you realizing the key to all of this is total Self acceptance. That is the secret engine that powers the machine of selfie steam that is gaining horsepower digitally as we speak because people seek from another that which they cannot grant to themselves:
Its why people want to be rich, have followers and wield influence as well as getting good grades, careers and the right pension. Pretty much every single desire in this realm is predicated upon it and spotting in effect is next to impossible for most people. If validation is the carrot then unexamined trauma is the stick. In that respect the loop of head in rear end represents two things:
The incorrect use of waste and a hint about how backwards all of this is because why on Earth would anyone think that something external could shift the internal from where the motivation springs? I know, strange isn’t it? I really do think the race is insane crazy, driving Miss Daisy as the collective is thundering off a cliff like people following their GPS and not seeing whats right in front of them. See what I meant about the darkness of where there head is? The evidence is all around us.
There is an immense feeling of liberation that comes with this. I felt it wash over my consciousness from a place deep within. It wasn’t dramatic like previous moments of watershed because it felt like removing a stone from your shoe and no longer having to walk with a limp or suppressing the signals from registering in your consciousness as your actions damaged your presence due to the lack of awareness. No, in this case it felt like this is how its always been, should’ve have been and anything else is straight up ludicrousity. It also means I’m free because the voltage that was being used to generate the resistance that previously created the sense of lack from within is no longer present.
Imagine you are walking through the desert and its a life long trip. Every day the waterman comes by and sells you a few sips. He knows his role is essential and he takes all that he can get as you scrimp and scavenge all you can to pay his bills as you hope that once you get to the end you’ll find your own personal oasis that makes it all worth it. I too used to think like this. So much so that I skipped quite a few steps in the rush to get ahead and was making more money than I could spend before puberty had kicked in. This was back in the days pre-digital because I can only imagine what I’d have got up to if I dropped into the Game at this stage with the same intellect and thirst for materialism.
Even back then I realized it was a form of compensation because of the rush it brings. Not just making it but spending it as you stunt on the rest because what you’re quietly stating in bold red print is that you are above them. The need to be special, to be noticed, to be different. Validation comes in many forms and there is a certain satisfaction that kicks from being a wild High School jit that skates around in a red BM which is way above the pay grade of those that profess to purvey an education. If you’d asked me then I would’ve responded with a childs arrogance that “I not only know the sketch but am intimately acquainted with the artist as life is about getting it in, spending it as quick. He who dares, wins”.
I laugh now when I think of my mindset then. After a few more orbits of the sun and further progression up the spiral it would be a safe bet I’ll do the same with my current perspective after being seasoned with more imperience. Life is a constant process of evolution in that sense and I now get that when it was teaching me one thing as it fed me the fruits of the moment my insight back then also caused me to plant seeds which grew into the orchard from which I currently tap these keys and share the fruits of my garden with thee.
Do I still like shiny things, pretty girls and having my name ring? Sure, who wouldn’t? Lets not kid ourselves because it is what it is. The difference is that whilst these blips are still in my top ten the gap between number one and the rest is now so immense that they may as well be running in another race they have no chance to win because that which is leading is what I can do for you. Wild, isn’t it? Its like my cup overfloweth and my thirst is quenched. What made me think of this? I realized, from the depth of my being, what actually is important. How did I do this? By asking my Self a question and then looking within:
“If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?“.
The answer was extremely liberating. The only thing I wanted, desired or wished was to spend every single moment of that communicating my perspective with the world about the Game of Souls. What it is, why we’re here and – most importantly – how to find the exit when you take your last breath.
I’m no stranger to death. Matter of fact you could say that we’re quite intimate as last time we met she kissed me on the lips which my blood stained red as she grinned and said “Fairest of them all and all together lxvely” before dropping me with a wink. In the land of the blind the one eyed man is King but what if someone happens to skip from eyes wide shut to pineal blazing? Isn’t it amazing that buried deep within our heads is a fully functioning optical circuit. We know nature is stingy and yet don’t seem to question why such a thing is hidden or placed this way as it makes no sense. The truth of the matter is we are multidimensional beings who lose what we don’t use as we’re artfully misled and this ignorance is as dangerous as its profitable because its what makes the tills ring.
People will go to great lengths to escape themselves. They will climb the highest mountain, sink to the depths of the ocean and even blast themselves into outer space to find their salvation via another race or being to whom to pledge in exchange for a solution. The common link behind all these ways, whether you get paid, laid or pray for better days and keep the faith is they all draw you from within. They focus your attention on external things, be they symbols, objects or checks and balances which reassure you of your standing. This is the framework that underpins the structure of civilization and thus is indirectly responsible for many of its ills because it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society as sick as this.
This was another something I realized quick because I wondered why so many people were miserable unless they were under the influence of something. Around my way this was so common as poverty had them in their grip and thus this provided an immense motivation to get rich quick so I could blow money fast as I lived for the moment. Funny, isn’t it? How people view that addiction as good but the other is seen as wicked and yet they all scratch the same itch whose name is escapism due to an inability to accept the present moment as it is. This is the proverbial head in rear end thing and why seeing it is so difficult as there is nothing to contrast or compare when one thought keeps echoing:
“I am not enough”.
Four words that sum up the length and breadth of most peoples life sentence. In order to not accept this they line up to buy the dreams they’re selling for the proof they manufacture whilst lying to themselves about the true state they’re in:
“Once I get this new job then I’ll feel amazing. They’ll see my talent”.
“All I need to do is collect one million followers and then…”.
“Two point four million, liquid. Once the F U money is on deck then watch what happens”.
Each dream is individual as a snowflake but ultimately they all follow the same Pattern:
They seek to create a change within by using an external, socially sanctioned barometer as a frame of reference to generate it.
Listen to how mad that sounds. Its certifiable once you’ve seen through the trick as you can’t help but wonder why you didn’t notice this. Imagine you are overweight and instead of changing your livit you decide instead to pay a company who rents out mirrors with built in distortion. They secretly come in and change al the ones in your home with those designed to make you look a bit thin at regular intervals so it seems you’re making progress. They also provide clothes with labels stitched in designed to mimic this progression by telling nice little fibs that foster your delusions. Sounds ludicrous, yes? After all all you’d have to do is glimpse down at yourself as you waddle around or catch a glimpse at a scene that wasn’t augmented and the truth would be obvious. How on Earth could someone fall for this? Well, what if their head was in their rear end? What then?
There would be no mode of comparison. No, there would simply be a load of people walking around paying top dollar for various ways of concealing the stink as well as racking up a light bill used to generate false illumination as they wander around in the darkness seeking solutions that won’t change a thing as they are built on the premise which draws its strength from Self deception.
You are back in the desert. Parched and tired as its been quite a trip since you last saw the waterman. You are almost delirious as the heat is at fever pitch. Off in the distance you are quite certain you see an oasis and its presence stirs something within as you feel yourself motivated into action. You draw closer and closer, overcoming resistance, as you place one foot in front of the next whist licking your lips at the thought of thirst you’ll be quenching when the waterman pops up, unexpected. “Hey, there you are. Its your lucky day, here, you win. Take as much as you can drink” he says. You are beyond grateful and think “What a kind man this is” as you sip that most refreshing beverage. “Hop on” he says “I’ll give you a lift and you can keep quaffing till we get to your destination”.
The strange thing is now it suddenly seems further in the distance. “Thats odd” you think “I could’ve sworn I was almost there before the waterman popped in and hit me with a veritable ocean of sips. That was so nice of him” you reason. Well? What would you pick? Why? If you chose to press on to where you were headed because time is of the essence and you’ve been offered a free ride with as much as you can drink then please close this page and never visit it again. I hope you find what you are seeking but willhelpme is not for you on this incarnation.
Everyone is walking around the desert and paying top dollar by the sweat of their brow for their daily sip but very few question how their own personal garden of Eden got like this. The waterman in this case if those I call them Slave/Masters and for them business is booming. My oasis is also a threat to their occupation of your head because were you to reject the offer they made and press on to see what happens you’d see a very different side of them. One which is far less carrot and much more stick aka the threat of being beaten with it, punished or otherwise dealt with in ways quite unpleasant. In that sense the Warrior reps that “One weird trick that brings enlightenment” but there is no bait to be clicked. Nothing to be switched. Everyone is invited but only 8% of the populace will choose themselves and the rest will, at some point, hate me and my message due to what it reps as they are comfortably numb inside the cage of the Mind Made Prison and thus see liberation as a threat even though it is that for which they are thirsting and searching as they trudge around the desert of the lost they were placed in.
The sands are constantly shifting. It truly is hard to tell direction after the winds have been blowing and, aside from the waterman who is as solid as death and taxes, you haven’t Witnessed another Soul for as long as you’ve been within the grip of this harsh environment. In reality its like you are sitting there with a VR headset on augmenting your awareness and you’ve been trained to ignore the fact that its tricks are designed to fool your awareness which then makes it real and sees disconnection as a threat. Some of you will think “Well, how did I see that oasis? Was it really a delusion?” as you watched it recede into the distance as the waterman plied you with beverage. Not long after it vanished his vehicle was spluttering and he said “Ah, that is a problem. Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment” and took the remaining water within him. You wait, patiently. The sun rises and sets then does it again. And again. And again. You are almost at deaths door when he comes by on a camel and says “Hey, I can’t give you a lift as I’m reduced to this and she’s fully loaded. Also I can’t offer you any freebies so if you want to drink this” he intones whilst waving a canteen in front of your sandpaper dry eyelids “Then you’ll need to sign and accept these terms and conditions” whilst waving a contract of obedience slash salvation. What would you do in this moment? Most people will reach up with a shaky hand and place their name next to the X as they sip what they’re handed in order to keep on living, keep on pressing, as they trek through their own personal desert of ignorance.
From that moment on things are different as you are now not just in his debt, you’re in his pocket as well and he can do what he wishes as you are his willing subject. Not only are you now entirely dependent on him but he also sets the rules of engagement and expectation which adds insult to injury, given your predicament. Most people simply cannot digest that that which sustains them is also destroying them due to the nature of their ambivalence which segments their once unified awareness. This is how they tricked you into sitting in the cell of your Mind Made Prison as their business is suffering and its very profitable as they know how to twist the spirit of the law that allows you to bruise the letter which then is akin to trespassing against your Self and thus you reap what you’re sowing which is more pain and escapism.
“What are the odds of you showing up now?” said the one near the oasis who is puzzled by timing of the watermans appearance. “I don’t believe in coincidence. Were you watching?”. “What?” he says “Don’t be crazy, you sound like a schizophrenic. I’m doing a good deal and square business. I don’t do this to get rich and ride around in the desert selling drinks to keep you fit and well. I don’t even charge that much considering you don’t have another option” he adds, overplaying his hand and laying it on thick to appeal to self interest. At that moment you notice the sign above the oasis twinkle and it says willhelp to your vision. “Didn’t” you correct “But now I do so lets see what happens” you said and strode off into the distance.
The owner comes out to greet you with face hidden. Not a word is said as he hands you a drink that you raise to your lips. The hit is immediate. There is something quite different about this water as its almost sweet in comparison and quenches you from the depths in a way you’d never felt since the days of back when. You walk into the oasis and it is beautifully equipped and oh so soothing. There is a pool within which to swim and it all feels so relaxing. “Its like coming home” you think and wonder why you can’t remember leaving. As you unwind and feel decades and decades of tension draining from within as you discover brand new levels of freedom you never suspected exist. Eventually you climb out with a spring in your step and refreshed energetics as you look around for the owner of the oasis. Nowhere to be seen. You do, however, spot a letter on the desk which is neatly folded and to you is addressed. Flipping it open you read and it says:
“Congratulations, you are the first lucky visitor and have claimed your oasis. Its so nice to have you back again as we have been patiently waiting. I’d suggest opening the curtain of this tent to take in the scenery”.
You walk over expectantly and are blown away by the greenery. The birds sing as they sit in the trees and they are stand as a testament to the fertility of the land as they are loaded with fruit and beauty. “What the…” you think as you take it all in. A part of you thinks this must all be a hallucination as you’d been wandering so long in the sands of time that this seems like an illusion. The truth of the matter is this:
You’ve been tricked into living a life that redirects your attention and has you lost in the desert as that is very profitable. In many ways its the challenge of this stage and boss fight par excellence for those currently playing the Game which takes your Soul and uses its as a credit as it wraps a carbon based form called an Earthday Suit around your unfinite awareness that creates this three dimensional imperience you are actually co-creating. The waterman know this and this is why they rule by signs and symbols as its strictly business for them and the players are little more than resources to be exploited. The garden is a metaphor for your natural state I call Inner Sense. Life did what it does best and people were left Adulterated. These are the sands of ignorance that many will pretend and fight to death if anyone dares to say it is. In that sense everyone is invested in the Emperor’s nakedness due to generations of gaslighting. “He is the waterman, he is our salvation. We must do as he says” they state. Just as programmed. This is why I asked those who’d go with him to jet and never visit my site again because this message and anything else I’ll be sharing is only for the 8% of the populace capable of hearing and applying it.
The rest will catch feelings, focus on the wrong things and totally misinterpret what I’m sharing as they react to not what it actually in front of them but what that voice in their head tells them they should do next. That I simply have no need or wish to deal with because you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink and thus most will live and die without realizing that all they are seeking is within.
This isn’t something new age or pop psych like all those trends that promise to sell you a secret that doesn’t change a thing as you’ll still be wandering round in the desert, thirsting for a drink. No, the Path of Power is eminently practical but only the Warrior is willing to step and battle his ignorance, question her assumptions and examine their perspectives because then it becomes Self evident that there is not truth or merit to what they’ve been invested in. To many this can be a fate worse than death and this is something the business interests exploit well and its why change is often promised quick but is actually very slow to happen as the frogs in kitchen start sweating while the heat is turned up in increments. But, they’ll never escape before death sets in and they’re served after being slow cooked to perfection.
I haven’t figured it all out yet. I am seeking the truth and this is a work in progress but I feel from my depths that the question and the hearting is a very worthwhile investment. In life we have these things within I call Patterns. They actually run the show and are akin to pearls being formed within oysters as they cause great irritation to the soft and sensitive skin. Over time this becomes numbed and its quite ironic that people are in a quest for numbers as that just offers more of the same thing. You don’t want money, fame or praise. You are actually seeking feelings. Realizing this brings a step toward freedom aka pulling your head out of your rear end and taking in the state of the desert where each grain of sand represents ignorance. The good news is its just an illusion because the oasis in question that will help dwells in your chest. Thing is at the moment your Inner Sense is locked up in a cell in your head. This is the real quest, the real call to action and thus it clicks the outer is a huge theatrical event filled to the gills with deception in order to capture your attention.
There is nothing it can give because you want feelings and the first you must question the numbness before being willing to think different. The waterman, manifesting as the impulses in your head that passes labels on how to think to the Witness it placed in a cell of the Mind Made Prison is hell bent on ensuring you don’t take that trip into the oasis because that would turn the desert back into the garden and its the end for them as you are back in resonance and, once again, possess that coherence and alignment with all and everything, in and beyond this realm.
This is why I am a threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget. This is why you will see them attempt to kill, discredit or slander me as they have done so previously with all that stand against the System and tell it how it is. Its a miracle I’ve made it to this very moment as I bet on my Self and kept on pressing. Your mind is being mined from the inside and your awareness is behind enemy lines where the best is kept as a living hostage. Kneeling at the feet of midgets, I call it, and standing up to your true length in order to demonstrate your full strength requires a level of willingness that many are simply not willing to grant themselves as they are so invested in the story which exists nowhere else but inside their heads.
Can you imagine how it feels to not want? To know with a sense of certainty and abundance within that you are absolutely perfect and present in the moment as you unwrap the gift of existence and move to the rhythm of the tune that sings within and who you truly are in this realm. Don’t you want to experience higher states of consciousness via the embodiment of radiant health as you help liberate your ancestors which are still alive at this very moment and actively communicating as all is interconnected. Actually thats a bit advanced for someone who hasn’t yet stepped below the neck because everything talks once you can hear the Psylense so lets start with a question I’d like you to ask your Self:
“If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?”
Grab a pad, push the pen and write down those answers and realize that you and everyone you know will one day meet death. Life is not endless in the flesh but we act like it is and thus put off what is important in exchange for what is frivolous. I asked my Self this earlier today and the answer that came back was this:
“I’d connect to the net, start streaming my consciousness and lay out all I think, know or imagine that I feel will help benefit and create a lasting change within with the intent to build a better world for the children as I teach those suffering how to deal with the root of their problem in a way that is as powerful as it effective. Get free or thrive trying”.
That is my only wish. That which sits at number one on my list and everything else pales in significance because there is nothing this world can give me but what I can gift is priceless.
Till we meet again
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