Do You Think or Thunk?

Think or Thunk?
Life has you drunk.
Sipping from its cup of ignorance
before you took your first breaths.

Just as your parents did
and theirs before them,
drew deep and took their fill.
This is what happens
when you step down to this level
in a Game of hide seek
raffling your divinity to the devil
in exchange for a hard lesson
that most are forgetting
as they’re caught up in the prison
of third dimensional living
wondering why its all the same.

Never different.

Lets kick start the lesson:

You think you think
just like you think you know
when in reality you Thunk
Here’s how so:

Thunking is processed.

It takes old thoughts
the already imparted
opines and designs
from other minds
and rearranges them to find
pretty much the same
each and every time.

This is the filter
the bias
the thin slice of life
that makes people wonder why
“Why is life so boring?
Why is each day like the rest?
What happened to the fun?
The creativity and the rest?”

As they sit back with a head
filled with reruns
of what they once said.
Never a new thought,
new inspiration
or perspect.

Nope.

Thats the Thunk talking.

Doing what it does best
which is regurgitating its waste
again and again.

This sad little truth
is most peoples inner realms.

Totally different to the Warrior
he is on a whole nother plane
as his thoughts are free
and can change
the way he thinks about himself
and everything else in this Game.
He has the same brain
but uses it another way
whilst Slaves,
they’re stuck on a treadmill.
All that effort
and no progress to be seen.

Standard procedure these days
where the ignorance multiplies
and fear hides inside the minds
of those who hear words that
don’t fit proscribed styles as
throwing rocks at the throne.
Highlighting the imposter in their dome
who is perched on their throne
and they believe is them.

“Nooooooo!!!!!””

Hear them scream
as they run off in a sweat.
See, the very thought
of this being the case
is enough to make a man mad
or at least half crazed.

After all if you’re being tricked
by your brain
then who facilitated the charade?
Who crafted the escapade
which left you alienated
from your original state?

A lodger in your own space
paying attention like rent
so you’ve got nothing left
to think outside the box
as the Thunk has you locked
inside the Mind Made Prison.

It does what it does best:
contains, trains and entertains
again and again and again.

The first step to mastery
is realizing this is the way it is.
You can’t change anything
until you accept it.
The second is the will
and desire to make a change.
Intent is everything.
The third is open your ears
and hear what I have to say
because willhelpme
will help you navigate
the darkened interior space
in which your Inner Sense is caged
since that fateful day and
remains enshrouded in a corner
that isn’t actually that far away.

So, don’t follow me.
Walk beside me instead
and see how this came about
and you may find you’re free
from the state called Thunking
as there are an unfinite array of options
just awaiting your consciousness
to actualize their potential.

That is the Warriors way.
8%.
Thats all that is capable of making the change
and they get to unwrap the gift
of the present moment
and thats when you hear the Psylense
and it becomes Self evident:

“I am multidimensional.
My brain creates consciousness
as much as actors live
inside the TV set.
What part of the Game is this?
Why on Earth did I ever believe
such blatant foolishness?”

And other such questions and wonderings
about the nature of life, death and all betwixt
as well as more, so much more
than Thunk could ever imagine
as it rearranges stale concepts
in a constant state of Adulteration
whereas Inner Sense is,
as the name suggests,
our prime state of being
our natural option
and is the quiet question
that remains unasked in the land of Thunk
as the Slaves accept “Second nature”
as their default programming
without ever stopping to think
whatever it could be obscuring
and why so much effort goes into the deception.

The Dual Reality principle.
In full effect.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again