The Hardest Thing to See

The hardest thing to see is that which perceives. In that respect you can think of “me” as a collection of illusions that foist the delusion of life on Earth being real. Granted, to many that may sound like straight up insanity because they Thunk, therefore they are but thats exactly it. Exactly. What do I mean?

From my lens, imperience and perspective we are pure consciousness, first and foremost. This I’ve called the canvas upon which the ink of life does spill and then as aspect of yourself takes in this image and falls into its projection does the Game begin. In that respect its like a trick wrapped in a riddle that hides the truth within because you are all of these things, on some level, and yet also something much more fundamental. This basic state, this primal wavelength is what I call Inner Sense. Its who you are in and beyond this realm of three dimensional incarnation and yet the truth is as invisible as it is ineffable. Think:

If all you’ve seen is the image and then taken the great work of the artist as your fundamental point of reference then you are firmly entrenched within the Reality Tunnel you’ve been digging since your inception. What do I mean by this? Imagine you were plugged into a fully sensorial VR experience and part of the immersion was believing your avatars fairytales as they underpinned your adventure in consciousness. That is this. The real you, the one reading, when resonant with the painting, has no clue about the nature of canvas, its purity or presence. The fact that without it the rest is impossible is entirely lost of them because they’re invested in the concept it presents to their awareness:

“You are a body, on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball” aka the base totality of your reality. Doesn’t that sound a tad ridiculous? Dreaming is a huge hint because you can be as invested in illusions that beam behind closed eyelids and its only till you gain a higher perspect, ironically another illusion, that you glance with confusion at what you accepted previously as certain.

If I could flick a switch and remove your habitual filters and perceptions that tell you “The way it is” you’d click, in an instant. Without that frame of reference who knows what unfolds in your sentience as the construct needs to keep you invested. Such is the nature of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. The immersion is so great, the illusion so immense and all consuming that it can make you, a multidimensional resonance, believe they are human. Tell me that isn’t the wildest thing?

And yet, its so easy to buy in. So easy. But ultimately a total illusion that we can prove really well by short circuiting the process:

Even when you know its totally fake as long as the stage is set in a certain way and you’re gazing from a forced perspective you will believe the ridiculous and react like its authentic. Eye opening, isn’t it? Now take that and expand it beyond a false limb and take it to its logical conclusion and a brand new level of the Game shines in your awareness. Its a fabulously convincing illusion because its designed like this and, in its current form, people are resonant to the most basic painting that they’re hypnotized by geometric shapes and catchy slogans. So much so that they think they’re them and thus the comedy of errors collects interest and uses your attention as a weapon because its constantly misdirected into making the illusion seem realer than real. Not for nothing, haven’t you ever wondered why movies ship on “reels” and how they’re machines to generate feels by drawing you into another realm that doesn’t truly exist as they present it.

One trick, many methods and the applications are as varied as they are evident once you’ve peered behind the curtain because it all seems obvious. And yet, its the hardest thing to see. Probably impossible without the direct experience but I’m certain some can intuit the true meaning of this text whilst the meat puppets will deny such a thing. That is the power of this collective hypnosis and why its so entrancing as the longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch.

I really have to hand it to them. Call them what you wish but whatever intelligence, and it may just be us, on another level, that built this certainly knew the best way to put the cat among the pigeons was by preventing them from seeing the obvious. Its all a ride, thats all it is. The mind is so powerful it makes it real, in that respect, due to the energetics you use to buy in to the narrative of your (false) self. Transcend this and the truth of your multidimensional nature as pure consciousness becomes Self evident as new vistas of perception, way beyond the narrow range of the EM spectrum you’re currently decoding, unfold inside your awareness and this is akin to the lotus blooming in the filth of the third dimension then affording you a greater perspective.

In that respect its really like rising from a dream that, a moment ago, you totally believed. Or, as they said back when, wheels within wheels. The trick to pimping the pimp is remembering the space in the mid around which it all spins is totally interconnected as the prime cause of motion and yet totally still as well. The balance of opposites. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again