You know the tale well, yes? Some traveling swindlers who sold nothing but dreams and illusions to those who invested in their suggestions that led to the ruler of the realm parading down the street naked to mass adulation as they applauded his finery. “My, he’s so well dressed”. “Those tailors are amazing”. “Truly it fits him like a second skin” and other such comments poured from their lips as they took the scene in. A young boy stood there, perplexed. He could not comprehend that they were seeing as a) he wasn’t invested in the narrative b) he was fully present, in the moment and c) called it like he sees it.
“The Emperor is naked!” he said.
You know what happens next but what if the boy were to incarnate here, now, in this realm? What then? Would he have been medicated and labelled disruptive way before he could make that statement? Would there have been an uproar on social media as he insulted the intelligence of not only those ruling but their subjects? Would the angry crowd have attempted to tear him limb from limb for his obvious statement? Much like this pic of the man who refused to salute a tyrant we all think we’d do this but, as any vet knows, you fall back on your training which is the common wavelength. Unless you’ve done the Knowledge and Know thy Self as that involves coming face to face with your shortcomings by being battle tested and not just what you think would happen from a position of relative comfort.
What if the same crafty tailors who sold him the invisible threads after playing with his head via countless suggestions before they made off like bandits actually survived? What then? What if they actually thrived and after fooling countless kingdoms they set their eyes on the biggest win via the grandest deception which was played on a scale so immense that not only would they be long dead before it had even gained traction but it would take generations of constant reinforcement to keep selling the illusion. What then? Better yet, what if you, now, at this very moment, are a Soul that incarnated into this realm and got trapped in the web they span inside your consciousness when you were most impressionable? How could you tell? Better yet if, by some force of celestial magic, the same boy was born as well and he managed to sidestep the programs and maintained his resonance and could see the Game for what it is? What happens next? How do you think you’d react to his message and your investment in the fable that reinforces itself due to bring so ancient that to question it is blasphemous. Would you blindfold, gag and silence him or actually listen to what he’s saying along with his reasoning for the statement?
Its an interesting thought imperiment, yes? I encourage you to take some time and reflect on what was said. Maybe discuss it with some friends and see where the conversational tangents and threads go next because you, yourself, may actually be dressed in nothing that holds any true value as the trick was no longer to convince one and fool the rest but the entire planet instead. What kind of world do you think that would be? Would people argue about their own brand of finery being realer and better than thine? Would rivers run red over countless conflicts about whose clothes were in season or off brand? Would the weeping of their foes – who are also just human – bring sweet music to their ears and affirmation that their tailor is the best and their outfit immaculate?
I ponder these type of things. I really do. That is how you get to see the threads. I also speak to loads of people and ask them the texture of what they’re wearing inside their internal OS and if it matches the description on the bill they were handed upon accepting these suggestions. It rarely does. Most people wish to think like this because it shows what actually rules over them:
Thoughts. Ideas. Concepts.
The exact same tricks that were used in the first swindle but now on a scale so immense that to question the deception is akin to madness. And yet, the little boy sees, perfectly, via the eyes of Inner Sense that can do only one thing:
Call it as it is.
Really take this idea and ponder it at depth. Reality test your assumptions and let me know if your investments are merely figments of your imagination that were pedaled at anothers behest and accepted without question when you were at your most impressionable. There is a really, really simple way to tell if you are a Victim of this stealthy Opponent. Your life is a hot mess on some, maybe all, levels. Now this admission takes a level of honesty most would rather deny than entertain. In that respect the world building they engage in is a huge coping mech designed to draw their attention from the fact that they are actually naked, and yet, believe they are well dressed in a fit that was tailored for them from the finest linens with the best embellishments and all types of greatness when, in reality, its an off the peg deception that was tailored, per demograph or location, with which they were dressed by similarly attired parents who once were filed with resonance that gave way to emptiness and they can’t wait to make their children just like them.
Would you rather know or would you prefer to keep investing in the illusion as the tailors rub their hands in the wings at the immense success their worldwide deception has created for they profit from the conflicts that are part and parcel of the message as people fight to ensure the lie doesn’t die by constantly refreshing it with new bloodshed.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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