Shakespeare said the world is a stage. What he didn’t state was that we all get played in the process because the (false) self is a seductive habit that just won’t quit as long as you’re plugged in. This is why most people don’t realize they’re dead when their circuit ends because the continuation of perception can be most perplexing for those who’d invested in fables with experience of the same thing. Take a large enough dose of hallucinogens and you’ll forget you ever existed in the flesh but your awareness still is. Same thing with a near death experience because you see more, way more than you ever imagined, until you get stuck back into that carbon vessel formed of six protons, six neutrons and six electrons. In that respect is it a hint that life is death and this may actually be hell? Would that explain why “devil” is “lived” when flipped as well as the hint that you spend a third in bed and the rest in this realm? Whats that again? Oh yes, point six, six, six. From now till the end. Ever had a dream that felt so real that waking life seemed inauthentic? Even if it was just for a moment.
Once you Know this, and I mean truly feelsee it with every fiber of your being, then the true nature of the Game is revealed hence its something we play using our Souls as credits. Eons come and go, yet I remain the same. The question is why do we go through this innerG exchange from one life to the next as we walk around with old friends who became Opponents in this spin? These are the things I’m wondering. Have I obtained some answers? Maybe. A few cryptic hints, a glimpse at the programming language as well as some flashbacks of other lives. And yet there are also other aspects that occur as the same instance that are so mindblowingly ineffable that the plight of a schizophrenic makes sense as they bounce around higher and lower realms with no fixed frame of reference.
In that respect we’re all in a state of hypnosis. Sleepwalking. Could that be why “funeral” is “real fun” when flipped? Do you know why a certain sperm hits the egg to create a specific version of your Self from the countless options? Its due to many things but chief among them is the intent of your parents at the moment of conception. That pretty much sets the tone for what follows because you inherit way more than a few strands that are woven to create the flesh you’re currently wearing. You also get, part and parcel, the entire heritage of said folks as that which runs in your veins has its own intelligence and imperience that influences your perceptions hence the dead still live as you are their latest incarnation.
So many drift across the surface and have never dared plumb the depths and thus are scared of death. Wherever fear exists then deception can step in and offer its own spin on the narrative and this is even more seductive that incarnation itself because we make the tales real. Belief, as in “be a leaf”, is so natural that we think our perceptions are reality itself when the truth of the matter is you interact with figments of your imagination and have never actually touched a thing. See what I said about it being mindbending? And yet some plants are eternal and never dim. Have you ever questioned why trees that look like pointy triangles at the tip never shed whilst the ones that are opposite come and go with the seasons like a biological Ship of Theseus. The Game is laden with hints like this if you can read natures scripts because whilst the current version of man may be tone deaf to the messages that are spoken in Psylense it doesn’t mean the signal isn’t still broadcasting for those who hear it on FM.
The higher vistas of perception are so different, so vivid and rich compared to this which has been slowed down to its lowest state of vibration that it begs the question: What is the intent behind this celestial circus where three rings are flipped to dimensions? Maybe the DMT elves have the answers? Or maybe they’re part of the trick? Who knows? All I know is I know nothing and that means I consider everything. Can you claim the same thing or are there some sacred cows inside your head that you daren’t not question as you shovel their BS?
If you could know your previous lives, would you really want to? If you did you’d see a link. An immense form of resonance and connection that carries over remainders from one to the next and thus we’re like a string of pearls where each influences the rest. The wildest bit is seen from the Fifth Dimension where all said things are occurring in the same instance hence reality must be scripted as all the variables are etched. Where you resonate on the options of potential and their actualization depends on Knowledge of Self. Something that is entirely missing from all forms of curriculum. Haven’t you ever wondered why school teaches you that and this over a decade and half of enforced concentration but shares next to nothing about your inner realms? The same can be said of most religions, at least, if glanced at with a surface level understanding.
Through the ages there have been many therein, both based on sanctioned texts and those freewheeling, that wish to obtain gnosis of the rest whilst still in the flesh. History calls them heretics and they are pushed to the fringes of the official record and yet one who delves in to their narratives will find a stunning coherence and concordance in the things they said as well as the motifs of imperience that are Witnessed beyond the limits of the realm. Once again the path leads to the schizophrenics hence they are living hints that things are not all they say when it comes to the true nature of wearing flesh and walking around a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball in tune with the rhythms of celestial mechanics.
I really do wonder about these things. I also question if I’m pondering life from a distance that seems quite intimate as I stroll my inner realms of perception or if I’m wasting the golden ticket I gained by happening to be the sperm that won the race to the egg and manifested into this person that has been and seen so many things that culminate with my unfinite presence in the moment.
Granted these things are not those you often hear in polite conversation as they are the weightiest of topics that many simply refuse to comprehend due to their near total faith in their programming as well as the elegant deception the mind making process presents to their Witness and says, with an urgent insistence, “You are this“.
Haven’t you ever stopped to think how can you be these suggestions when you are actually that which listens? From thence springs the gnosis which is the fountain of Inner Sense that can parch all of the thirst you feel in this incarnation because all you are seeking is within you and this is why the world is ruled by signs and symbols upon which we drape our own narrative as we sit, chained, in the Cave of ignorance that mistakes its investments in a psychological ponzi scheme as the end all, be all of everything.
Good luck to them. I really mean it. At least their minds have a sense of equilibrium and comfort that resonance brings with an extended social circle. Its also why the mystic, in all traditions, often had to do for Self because spiritual development is the loneliest thing as you end up with a custom made internal operating system that is often beyond the comprehension of those crammed in to an off the peg, mass produced version. A wise man once said “Look at these happy idiots” with a wistful grin, before adding “I wish I could be like them”. For me, then, the thought was perplexing. It made absolutely zero sense because why in the hell would you choose a flat plane of perception when being multi dimensional was an option?
Well, time does its thing and now I get what he meant with this statement hence why he drank to forget the pain of incarnation. Right now, at this very moment, there are an immense set of receptors and nervous signals that are systematically suppressed and limited via various subconscious actions in order to ensure you don’t become aware of them. That is where your true power is hidden. Dare you delve? Another man, once upon a when, was involved in an accident they said would be fatal as it involved his spinal column. The man listened to the suggestions of these “experts” and then decided to reject their influence and said “I’ll handle it”. And he did as he went on to excel in various martial fields that involve energy cultivation. One of the most interesting observations from his journey of healing was that the barrier of tension that prevents the realization of your true nature within was so damaged in the process that he was at the mercy and whims of the ever shifting winds of his subconscious which now formed a part of his regular awareness with no editing or suppression. Can you imagine a life unfiltered as your subconscious Rolodex doesn’t so much as spin but freewheels through the lexicon of your incarnation?
He described the events as being set free into a living hell of which he was previously ignorant and as he did his things he realized a certain poetic balance because, in many respects, his previous lives had let just to this moment in order to sever his connection to the flesh and then be plugged in again for the rest of his adventuring. Upon making his acquaintance I instantly disliked him. His tone, his arrogance and seeming condescension for so many things felt very irritating. Now I get it because his own perception was so direct it manifested in his way of expressing himself with words that were never minced nor with any seeming consideration for the one listening. That and they were part of the test because those who balked at his barking obviously weren’t prepped to take the next steps yet hence he weeded out the dilettantes present with no wasted effort. Very efficient, yes? Did you know the ancient Gnostics were locally referred to as “know it alls” and other terms disparaging? Plato said that one who leaves the Cave and transcends the illusion can either keep on moving on the surface and explore what else is present but he was, until recently, entirely ignorant or he can step back in to the darkness and attempt to spread a message of liberation. Can you guess what happens next?
They reject it because of the familiar devil they know well that holds them in its grip via artificial constructions and all types of limits that ring fence their perception in ways that align with their narrative. Maybe that is the role of the Slave/Masters or maybe they wish to keep the surface for themselves hence these subterranean encampments they built and spent most of your childhood programming those with Inner Sense until they too become Adulterated.
Would a world with people who possessed Knowledge of Self have as much conflict? Methinks the negative because the moment you gain even a drip of said thing it becomes obvious we interact with our perceptions and not who is presenting. This is why ten different people can have ten different opinions of one person. Not only this but due to the fragmented nature of themselves that shifts like a hallucinogenic kaleidoscope that is malfunctioning there are actually ten versions of them as well that all fight for their time at the helm. End result? You must cash the cheques of their actions because everything has consequences in a world built on cause and effect.
Someone else, back when, said that only when man is freed of inner influences can he hope to glimpse the same but in a higher resonance and once this challenge is mastered then the seeds of wisdom do start to spring and require constant nurturing in order to bloom into the Eden within that we all regret leaving and attempt to convince ourselves that external approximations will provide what we’re seeking.
Yes, it certainly is effective, this particular brand of mind control and programming because most take to it like water and fish that swim around in invisible currents of which they have no perception as they can’t imagine life without it. What if a fish gets hooked by a man with a stick that dangles bait in front of him to exploit his natural whims but then gets away in the process? Think he’d ever be able to relate to his piscine friend and countrymen the same way he did before the imperience? To them tales of another realm that is right on top of them that contains other types of beings with their own intent of which their “reality” is but a tiny aspect would sound like crazy ravings.
And yet, to us, the truth is Self evident. Take that style of perception and apply it to higher dimensions and it becomes obvious that life on Earth is a consequence of a previous string of actions that culminate with this trek through the Valley of the Plebs in which all seek disconnection and turn to that already bitten apple which offers its own hints that it intends to get intimate, hence “Siri” is “iris” when flipped and soon to become installed behind your eyelids as we Witness the dawn of a new type of human that blends carbon with silicon.
That will be a type of immortality, in a sense, yes? They’ll slow down the telomere limit and create all types of health management so people will no longer need plastic surgeons and filters as well. Does that sound like heaven? For many it is. And yet, what do they miss by accepting this card thats dealt from the bottom of deck which is stacked by those who built a tourist attraction in the middle of a desert that profits from gambling. Did you the Vagus nerve is the longest from the cranial and the Sciatic holds the reigns from your rear end downwards? I’d be willing to bet, like the testimony of the man with the broken back says, that these little fellas could hold the keys to salvation and were known, in previous ages, as the paths of fire and water upon which tread the serpents of higher perception hence the snake you see on the pharaohs headdress or Quetzalcoatl himself along with the Nagas and the rest are vestiges of this state we all once possessed and now rests in the hands of certain cliques, occulted, as well some madmen and mystics that stumble over their programing and then start wandering around the darkness.
I really do wonder. Truly I do about what the point of all this is and if its kept hidden should I even be talking about it or should I continue my adventures in private and keep my Self to myself. “Whats the fun in that though?” I think. After all if someone offered me these gifts via a conversation and practical methods to reality test I’d be most interested. Are you or are you perfectly content to live the life unexamined? Even before my latest near death experience my curiosity extended into another dimension that was beyond this worlds perception because its from here that creativity springs as well as intuition and so many other things that spring, fully formed, into your consciousness without will or effort. I read an old text that called this the worlds worst kept, but best hid, open secret because when it comes to the book of life many haven’t got past the contents which list all kinds of wonderful things because they no longer innerstand the direction as its written in body language.
Its from this we’re alienated and this is the truth of why sex is so powerful that they bind it with a spell that instructs you to waste whats at your waist but, as anyone who has had an earthshaking orgasm can attest, 1 + 1 can equal 11 in the realm of divine mathematics. Would you prefer that rate of interest or the modes to which you’re accustomed?
If you knew you were immortal, if you truly perceived – without the need to believe which is just a poor approximation – that you were immortal what would you do different? Do you think you’d still clang those old chains of regret that weave around your spinal column and flesh to manifests as aches and pains that come ago that you blame on other things when, in reality, its all about suppressed emotions that generate resistance to which we become accustomed and thus most cannot imagine life without them. These creature discomforts are now amped to levels epidemic and its why so many people lost their heads during the pandemic as they came face to face with themselves, for the first time since they stepped in, without any distractions and obfuscation. Its why day drinking became a thing because alcohol is a solution that sedates the nervous system. The things we do to run away from ourselves. Insane, isn’t it? Maybe the schizo has a point. I’ve never yet met one that wasn’t intelligent but their life experience tells them that the more they talk, the stronger the depot injection so they are chemically clubbed into silence as they wander around a pen that keeps them isolated from the rest who are so well conditioned that the concept of this realm being an exceedingly intricate illusion is seen as madness.
And yet throughout time many adventurers within have noted their observations and pretty much all of them say the same thing so am I just the latest in a long line of wanderers who wondered “Who am I?” and then kept on asking until they found emancipation as they clambered up, out of the Cave, and felt the bright sun of the day shining on their face instead of viewing the shadows created by a fireplace that tells tales in their head about what is happening whilst simultaneously limiting their perceptions. Imagine what I’ve said is true. What would you do? What would you wish? To face your illusions and see them vanquished or remain plugged in and doing the same as the rest who live lives of quiet desperation?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then this is my message.
Till we meet again
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