A straight line takes you nowhere, other than where you already know. Its predictable, safe and everyone walks it because that is what they’re told. The curve on the other hand is something different. You have no idea about the turns or the twists that’ll have you alternatively on the edge of your seat and flying by the one in your pants. And that my friends is the dance.
Chaos and structure. Form begets function, or on a more mundane level, what happens when indolence dukes it out with gumption because as a poet once said, there is one life, one lxve so there can only be one king. Meaning, who is the drivers seat of your life and where are they heading? Do you know your final destination or are you just set adrift, meandering along looking at this show from the back seat without a clue of where else you could heart? See the thing with straight lines is they’re unnatural. Go ahead, look at the real world that thing full of creepy crawlies and green leaves and tell me that isn’t the truth. In that land you’ll see exactly what I mean as the line meets the curve and the golden spiral is seen. Same with you and me except most dare not perceive what this truly means.
Life is based on opposition, the nature of polarity is what leads to the wheel of time spinning with ease and that process underpins reality. On all levels from mundane to divine, it matters not as it all plays out within your mind and this is the thing that can cause a paradigm shift. Should you dare to embrace it.
Humanity is afflicted with a sickness and its due to wishing to stick in the middle of the pack. Don’t be exceptional, always hold back, do whatever it takes to fit in. Funny how everyone does that as they run laps around a track in which nothing changes except once they were fast, now they are slow. And yet still they go. Look and them, trundling back and forth, acting like they don’t have a care in the world when thats all really for show because beneath the mask they’re confused and afraid. Terrified their charade may be revealed for what it is. “But what of all I’ve invested in” they lie and night and think, mainly on a subconscious level, as they know its all a farce. Their heart never was in it but in its absence instead steps a preformed engine.
Mechanically engineered precision, designed to do one thing:
Turn a being into a doing by placing you in the backseat of your own life. Isolated to the outskirts of your mind with your body a memory which dims as its replaced by labels that point at imperience instead. Soon you start forgetting the simple pleasures of creating as you used to gain such joy, scribbling with some inks or the embodied sensations which used to massage your awareness when in the presence of others. Yes, you felt. Felt at way more of a depth than you currently allow. Why do you do this?
Simple. Because you’re scared of what the curve represents. There are woods and wilderness, the path is unpaved and who knows what terrors are present. “I prefer the straight line” your rationalizing mind says. Better the devil you know stands nodding and smiling as he motions you under his wing. See the thing with hell is it can be made to seem heavenly indeed. As long as you limit what you perceive and don’t dare dive underneath because then, like a stage set, the sham is swiftly revealed.
“Woe is me” says the straight line sort when he sees the deal whilst the curved wonder looks on with glee and exclaims “Woah is me!” as he breaches the binds of an artificial reality to glimpse at his true nature, pristine. You’ll notice the similarities in what they exclaim and how its the vibe that changes what it means. This is due to the deceit the spoken word weaves as it divides and conquers silently via your tongues spells and rites, chanted so freely, without a clue of what they mean. That topic is deep and behold, those sent as sheep into the den of wolves isn’t yet ready to perceive the true meaning. But you will be. Trust me. Because we both know you can’t trust your (false) self aka that voice inside your head which directs the show of your life in ways you can’t comprehend but are forced to accept. See that engine doing its thing? Oh what could it mean if we were to toss it on a whim and give the ignition a spin on the great power that dwells within your chest. What do you think? Does that sound like something you would like to find before the ride ends?
The thing with earthbound inventions is, by their very nature, they can’t leave this realm whilst the one who sports them comes to develop a reliance. Think of it like this, a man has a weak leg so the state gives him a stick. He thanks them profusely as he can now get about with it. Over time he comes to lean on it, in more than one sense. Till there comes a day when it feels indivisible. He is the stick and it is him. And then, just like that, he’s dead. And facing life’s greatest test.
“You must walk these three steps” says something which you could interpret as a great many things. He looks, trembling. “Three steps over an abyss?” he thinks and wonders how he got into this. There is no time in this realm. A moment can stretch into eternity in an instant. Plus the man waiting is patient and totally neutral to these events. “Just doing my job, miss”. You get the feeling.
Most won’t even dare for fear that they may fall. They beg to come to back to what they’ve known in this realm. “Give me that stick, it wasn’t that bad, not perfect but I got used to it and this, whatever it is feels like a threat and I don’t like it.” The irony is that if we take the clock back and spin to back before an infant that same awareness within happily gamboled across these steps, without barely taking a breath or even a hint of stress because they knew “I am safe, I am wanted, I am protected“.
There it is. The three angels which life kills via various forms of stealth assassination and know you know who builds the engines, or sticks in this example, and why business is booming as well as how to regain your strength.
This is just a quick flick through the parables designed to cause a shift in your Self referential thought process because all is influence which is why the wise choose carefully what they pick to gain leverage in their inner realm. The sad thing is this. All around are the misguided who step on that predictable, straight treadmill. Then hate every moment and instant. Yet, if questioned, will insist that life is perfect and its oh so idyllic. As they BSing you, or themselves? Both in this instant because they need you to believe as they self deceive as all around we pull the wool which life knits from the coats of its sheep whilst those who dare are seen and castigated as the goats. Or so the wolf says and this offers an insight into this realm as he who weaves the thread then shapes the tale which he spins otherwise known as the “Divine right of kings” aka “How to ensure you have servants and don’t have to do a thing”.
Funny how that works and what you comprehend after being dipped in the abyss and them coming back to this realm with a different vantage to the rest who believe the flesh creates their awareness when the truth is the exact opposite because your Earthday Suit is a condensation of your consciousness into its lowest state of vibration to decode a tiny range of potential we call the Third Dimension hence dreams are a hint that the Game is mental because, whilst you’re in the grip, they seem real and authentic but once you lose that mind and come back to your senses it become Self evident how ridiculous the entire concept is.
You know exactly where that road leads. To the Earth you’ll inherit as you’re meekly lowered into it. Again. Dare to think different when the option presents or is a swift mind wipe and reset back into the flesh a better option than those three steps I mentioned without which you can’t exit from this realm as it takes the boarding pass of Self Knowledge to ditch the emotional baggage of suffering that swims beneath the necks of most people that they live out lives of quiet desperation in the warm embrace of a devil they know well that Adulterated their consciousness to convince them he is thee.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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