You already are what you dream of becoming. This is often the hardest thing to see because its like an inversion of the princess and pea where that which you seek is placed beneath layers upon layers of conditioning. In many ways the Game is set up to exploit natural things in very unnatural ways because grasping is a basic reflex and, with time and imperience, it becomes more and more refined. Thing is nobody ever tells us how to release and thus we just keep holding onto things that usually don’t serve our best interests. Becoming aware of this is a crucial step to rewriting your internal OS because there is the cards you were dealt, how you choose to play them and when to bet.
These skills are noticeable in their absence because they run counter to the whims of the System which is based on obedience. The other side of the coin is this state of ignorance is extremely profitable as there are countless industries, services and professions that are built around symptom management but very little actually encourages you to delve in and rip away those mattresses filled with pebbles so you can get back to the cloud of awareness you floated in on. Those sharp stones of memories and events mix in with some smooth pebbles and various other things that we don’t want to relinquish but generally people hold onto objects that are still smoldering because they feel the pain defines them, all the while pretending this isn’t happening.
Of course to hide this the brain develops countless coping mechs and many people will sell bedsheets and covers that are printed with skies blue and other radiant hues upon which all types of formations are printed so your brain can say “Look, clouds. Just like we remember”. Except they aren’t because thats part of the deception. Can you see why the System wouldn’t want you to know this? The symptoms of self deception (notice the little S, thats because the real can’t be tricked hence the true Self) are exceedingly common but usually manifest as not feeling like you are enough, as is or various other hopes and striving. Let me give you an example:
You spy an item. It ticks all the boxes as you take in the advertisement. You see shiny, happy people who flaunt it. “Oh, their lives seem so perfect. I simply must have it!” says the voice in your head. Seeing as you think you’re it and not that which is listening you gladly acquiesce. Lets pretend you aren’t playing with a real life infinite money glitch and you have no line of credit available to indulge your whims. No, instead you sweat and put in the effort as you run the corporate treadmill with this image of the carrot in your head. Eventually you have a stack. You can’t wait to invest in this trinket. You’ve already imagined your new life with its host of benefits and it seems quite amazing. It doesn’t actually feel like you’re walking as you head to the store as you are floating. You smile at strangers and they reciprocate. The sun seems to beaming its rays primarily on your face as you are in a state of grace. You walk in, the assistant says “Of course. I’m sure it will be perfect” as they debit what you’ve spent and hand over the item you’ve coveted as the end all, be all of everything.
The thrill is immense at this moment. A real peak experience. The giddiness when the desired symbol that promises a state of perfection is within your grip is indescribable. From the outside your eyes are shining and within your heart is racing as you envision your new existence. You can barely wait to get home and luxuriate in bliss. Relishing the moment and savoring the taste you “ooh” and “ahh” appreciatively as this fresh and shiny thing promises to deliver the feeling of effortlessly floating. And it did. For a while, at least.
Then its just piled in with the rest. Another thing stuffed in the mattress of your subconscious upon which are printed clouds of illusion that you dare not examine for fear of discovering the nature of the trick for which you’ve fallen. This is the secret code that underpins the greatest deception ever unleashed upon this realm and it can be applied to anything from relationships to religion as well as some new threads and a promotion or academic credentials. Its OK, its just you and me. You can admit the nail has been hit upon the head as you lay there on your lumpy cognitive mattress that forms your inner terrain. How many bits and bobs like this, as well as various other objects of discontent dwell within the dim enclaves of your Mind Made Prison?
Thats all you’ve got to lose.
The sheer concept of this breaks many out in a cold sweat because they are so well adjusted to the collective sickness where everyone does the same thing and expects results that are different that its akin to a little slice of death they’re being force fed in their own personal hell. In many ways it is. Not for you, however, but for the (false) self.
See, back in the days before blankets and bedspreads that cover bundles of experiences that you call formative you floated upon a cloud of pure consciousness. Its was a thrilling Journey of discovery. Sure it made you cry sometimes but there was also pleasure as well and, best of all, it was direct and personal. Now that imperience is buried beneath layers and layers of conditioning as you learned to accept symbols and labels in lieu of that at which they’re pointing. Such an illusion. So vast that those who question it either flip their lid as they stumble around in the darkness of their inner realms or they find the source of true illumination that comes from doing the Knowledge. This can’t be gifted, imparted or stolen. You must take the steps your Self.
The egoic (false) self will protest and make you feel exceedingly uncomfortable. Actually, that pain was always present but, due to certain mechanisms, you were numbed and disconnected from feeling it. This is why a baby can scream at the top of its lungs for hours in protest with seemingly zero effort and if you were to try and maintain the same state with an identical presence you’d feel pretty tired before you packed it all in. This is the quiet life of desperation that none dare address and its why I say that most people are so miserable that they daren’t consider an alternative.
There are plenty of false solutions, usually quite destructive. Did you know there was a study done about the lifespans of high level execs that work for the best of the best in comparison to blue collar laborers, after retirement. The results were startling because not only was the former group in far worse mental health they also died far quicker than the rest. Do you wonder why this is? Because they’d invested their entire life in the prestige that reflects via the card which they presented and had their name etched upon it. The factory worker, in comparison, couldn’t care less about this aspect because he was applying the same trick in other ways. Like supporting a sports team, being proud of his family or religious piety. All of these things have one thing in common. They are external. If we were to strip it away from them in ways as palpable as being a former CEO that was given a golden handshake and got his last pat on the head we’d see a similar decline as well.
I always found this research fascinating as it spoke loudly of the human condition but it wasn’t picked up to be placed on the front page of any journals nor was there ever much in the way of discussion among the so called professionals. Hits too close to home, I guess. Its the same Pattern you see manifest in the stockbroker who kills himself when the market wipes out his investments as he has no concept of his Self without these external things. Sadly this is also the same process that kicks when the wide eyed and innocent child that was fully invested in the concept of Santa bringing gifts is revealed to be an elegant deception that was arranged by his parents.
“Oh, but its worth it for the look on their faces” said those people when questioned. When I told them it also meant that they’d never, ever fully trust them again their faces crumpled as a new rock was added into their already lumpy mattress. We, collectively, do the strangest of things because we’re generally unaware of the consequences due to living the life unexamined.
It wasn’t always like this. And for some it still isn’t but that takes a certain kind of strength or a combination of factors that rip the world that had been pulled over their eyelids as they come face to face with the trick. On the flip there are those who live in societies we’d have called primitive that had very little in the way of creature comforts but were way more resonant within and thus floated through the Game and thought the alternative was stupid. Native Americans were a prime example of this and thats why they were handed Smallpox laced blankets by those who were already laying upon huge chunks of discomfort. Haven’t you ever wondered where the idiom of “stiff upper lip” springs and its true meaning or how a tiny island of people inserted and opened an umbrella of “civilization” into the rear ends of those they called primitives across the planet? There is a really, really strange type of alienation happening and this statement isn’t racist as the facts speak for themselves.
And yet this sense of lack and disconnection is what drives all types of progression and its latest manifestation is people will happily slide into the digital equivalent of a cloud that feels way better than the lumpy mattress of pain to which they were well adjusted. I do wonder if my way of being is the problem or if thats the point of the Game because I’ve spoke to some fairly rich people, both born in and made it from nothing, and every single one of them was running the same wheel of self deception. Some were more open to consider it. Others point blank refused to think and I never heard from them again. You know who was willing to listen? Addicts.
I’ve served a few fiends in my time and I always liked to question because they are obviously having a very different imperience to rest and when they’re jonesing for a fix the idea of just looking at whats happening as they attempted to keep a distance whilst being in a state of acceptance bought some interesting answers.
He nods his head. “I know that mattress filled with pointy things really well. Its why I do this” he added as he waved his bag filled with contents illicit that would, for a moment, allow him to feel a sense of connection to the cloud he so missed. “Anyway, pleasure as always. See you on the flip, same time, same station” escaped his lips as he bopped out with a grin knowing that soon a state of bliss (or a close approximation) would be floating around his veins. That was until he came down again and felt every square inch of discomfort as the pains of past events and circumstances dug into his consciousness which forced him to do what was needed in order to score another hit.
In many ways we are trained to be like this because the concentration camp wing of the System made your parents place limits upon their affection based on your performance of regurgitating the programming. I had no problem rejecting this because I intuited the mattress upon which my folks were resting and vowed I’d do whatever it takes to retain this state of perfection. Somewhere along the way I also tripped and slipped into the allure of shiny things but I never forgot that they were but mere distractions from what is actually within. After my near death experience I’d found the mattresses of self deception had been ripped to shreds along with so many other aspects as well, and yet, I made my way to the cloud as I attempted to restitch my ravaged energetics into something far more coherent.
Poetic, isn’t it? Would I have picked these cards from the deck if I had an option? I really can’t say but I do think I’d have preferred to remain plugged in because I was numb and comfortable in a life that packed from end to end with distractions and other things. “Why are my eyes hurting?” I asked my Self as I surveyed the aftermath of said events. “Its the first time you’ve used them” came the response, in Psylense. Thankfully I wasn’t a stranger to quiet introspection and found the whole turn of events quite interesting because when the entire outer world conspires to betray the faith you placed in its illusions all thats left is your inner realm and its from this cloud of higher consciousness upon which I’m floating that I type this message that is pouring into your awareness.
Every child is born overflowing with confidence. Its part of your natural equipment. Unfortunately we are taught to trade it for these mattresses and from then on the grasping doesn’t end. Worst part is when you meet your death and attempt to check in they point at a sign which says “No earthbound luggage” as thats not part of the trip as you can only leave with what you came in with. The cloud.
Ain’t that something? Life after life, death after death, you just keep racking up these mattresses. Sure, we blame him, her and them when their lumpy texture makes us feel uncomfortable (which is why being triggered is actually a you problem) and this manifests as all kinds of conflict, both foreign and domestic. Its also why you lean in to the screen because it offers a far greater approximation of the cloud with its seemingly effortless freedom to shift your resonance as long as you keep your attention pouring in to its elegant deception. This is also why, after mild protests, the majority will happily accept some chips in their head for augmented consciousness as the next stage of the Game unfolds for a range of playas that will never know what hit them as the only clouds they’ll know since their inception are entirely digital and thoroughly artificial. A vanilla sky type thing.
You already are what you dream of becoming. That cloud named Inner Sense is it. The only thing standing between you and the remembrance of this state of bliss are the lumpy mattresses of your conditioning and now you know the sketch of what truly is at stake you could, if you wish, make better decisions like walking the Path of Power instead. Here you start with a pebble, take it out, examine it and let it go if you wish. Sure its a slow process but you weren’t Adulterated in a click. No, that will be the default for those snipped and chipped with a new covenant in a bit but here, now, you still have the option and I, personally, find it exceedingly profitable because one of the side effects is I find my Self randomly singing and dancing in ways that are effortless as well as feeling saturated with direct perception of this realm and the rest which manifests as the creative impulse and desire to share this Knowledge with all who will listen.
Obviously the System doesn’t like this and sees me as a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget and thus the noiZ has many agents who aren’t aware their awareness is Adulterated when, in reality, all they crave is Inner Sense and it can’t be purchased off the shelf as it must be hand built. In effect you must kill your (false) Self and rise from the ashes like a psychospiritual phoenix who then clicks they’re actually immortal and that is akin to the hacking the Matrix because the opposite of grasping is acceptance and this creates an action potential that can then be used for releasing that which serves no purpose beyond creating a state of disconnection within as you invest your life in pointless solutions that have never, ever made a lasting difference.
They say the definition of madness is doing the same things again but expecting different outcomes. Are you willing to lose your mind to come to your senses or are you so used to the square of the Reality Tunnel you’re digging that you feel a sense of fear when faced with the option of realizing you’re actually a sphere instead? Multidimensional. Whatever it is, sit with it. Get used to it. Thats like grasping within to handle the smoldering pebble that is saturated with repressed emotions as you lay on a spread upon which the image of a cloud was printed. The people I spoke of with money could afford better tricks. Their mattress was finely stitched, exceedingly colorful and the best type of approximation you can get. The poor find solace in the web but never question why so many in this realm dread spiders but can’t wait to dive in to what they spin.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I’m just here to pass on the message. What you do with it is up to you because the final flight at the end accepts no luggage so you’ll find your Self back here again to do it all over with a new bag of skin wrapped around your unfinite awareness until it finally clicks and you look within. That is when the real adventure begins and one can truly claim to be playing the Game. Otherwise you’re just getting played.
Till we meet again
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