Enter the Center. Where is Yours?

To enter the Center you must first know where it is. Do you know where yours is? I’ll tell you where most peoples is, in this day and age, and it certainly isn’t within. Nope, its on a screen, in a feed, some Ones and Zeroes on a screen, in what someone else thinks, someone else said, whatever they were told to be by edicts issued, back when. “Anywhere but Self” is the song the Slaves sing and they can’t wait for this form of parasitical Thunking to infect the next generation they bring in so they too can be miserable as them.

There is a distinct deficit of real on the scene and thus nothing unique because everything ends up being a copy of something inauthentic. The power of “Follow me” is that which enSlaves as it promises to set free because it means you don’t have to do the work when it comes to uncovering what lies beneath the stories you internally weave as they deceive to achieve ultimate supremacy over your state of being. Really stop and think about this. Why in the hell would you accept the purported authority or expertise of you from anything beside Self?

Sounds like a Slave to me, wouldn’t you agree? The Warrior instead asks “Who perceives?” and thus steps on the Path of Power and all that means. Simultaneously society screams “No, don’t go, please don’t leave!” because its an all or nothing deal, peep:

If there are thirteen people in the world and they are all centered around one who leads and use that as reference points for their identity then they will all be happy. Provided the one in charge comes from the heart which, in that situation at least, he wouldn’t be because if he were he’d show them the route to unmask that which they call “Me” as they feelsee the true basis of reality ergo we’d meet a bakers dozen that were all the same, yet different, as they’d done the Knowledge and comprehended their inner realms and the fact the outer was simply a projection from within. This is Centering. Not spoken so much these days and demonstrated even less as people, en masse, are co-dependent wrecks that have been trained to point outside of themselves at labels and symbols as they beat their chest and say “I am this!”. But they aren’t. Not one bit. Address this schism in the human psyche and its akin to removing a spiritual prism that splits the pure light of consciousness into many different bands. Keep it in and watch the conflicts that have been building for millennia reach their inevitable conclusion as the next generation wage their wars not with planes and bombs but sticks and stones. Yet again. Till they do it all over again before hitting another reset. But you don’t hear me though…

Why? Because people are quick to give their power away as they are scared of responsibility it brings as a Warrior accepts the logic that if all plays out inside his awareness then he truly interacts with aspects of his Self ergo why get mad at what you don’t comprehend and prolong the conflict when the key lies in comprehension which brings transcendence. Imagine the twelve drones and one queen are happy with how they be. The rest don’t question the script they were handed as they buzz, this and that-away, as they chase the nectars and royal jellies that aren’t meant for them. Even though they’re instrumental in making it all happen. This type of thought is not encouraged or even possible because they are all of one mind, one script, one program that defines them. Interesting, isn’t it that if you take the spell “Government” and break it down to its components it says “Mind control by steering from the rear”. In that respect it does exactly what it says on the tin because one of the oldest “myths” on the planet is that of the two faced, potentially divine or maybe devilish being they called the Trickster who flashes his wings of blue and red and leads the rest on a trek that may or may not be to their advantage as that depends on their perception and participation as there are various clues and hints laced within the performance. Like, say, poli ticks literally meaning “Many leeches”. Do you believe in coincidence, my friend? That spell doesn’t exist in a Warriors lexicon as we “Go in, see dense” instead. Remember, words are weapons and thoughts are things. Back to the bees, for a moment:

Lets pretend they’re all happy with the script that was force fed into their heads which tells them the way it is. Imagine one of the workers decides he wants to be free. Somehow he clicks that there is way more to this thing called reality than the thin slice he perceives as he floats, that way and this, on his pollination mission. This internal gnosis is at odds with what the voice in his head says to direct his awareness and thus it starts chafing as the old splinter of the mind kicks in and he senses he may not be as free as they told him. “After all” he reasons “If I were then why is life so regimented? Why do we rush around like we’re headless and totally under the influence of one who sits and does nothing? What does she get out of this? Why is it obvious there is a long and short end of the stick and us pillocks get the pointy one with no other option present?”.

Can you imagine how his peers would react to this train of thinking? They’d suspect he’s flipped his lid because they do not have such options in their head. He, instead, looks at the lights thats flash their bioluminescent signals to get their attention and he can’t help but ponder “Who created this realm of which we decode a tiny aspect? With what intent? For what reason?“. He finds that the more he resists the suggestions in his head the more stressed he gets until, one day, he realizes that that too is simply an option from a myriad and next time it starts suggesting he rejects the presence and says “No thanks, you can keep that way of Thunking” as he starts to comprehend there is some prime intelligence that courses within him that makes all of this possible. The rest of his friends are talking about him and, as intended, the queen notices the whispers and calls him in for a private session. “What is all this nonsense I’m hearing? There is an order to all of this. Know your position and play it or there are countless others who can manifest and be glad to fit in to such a well oiled System that has ticked on for generations. You’re going to mess all of this up with these stupid concepts you’re entertaining inside your head because if they were worth your consideration they’d already have been present. Can’t you see this? You were always were my favorite. Come back to the fold, leave this new style of thinking. It doesn’t suit you and its not intended or worth it”.

The manipulation is on full tilt because, unbeknownst to him, the other eleven of his brethren are secretly camped out as well with one thought buzzing around their heads. “One of us, one of us, one of us” as they find an immense sense of comfort is under threat by this one who dared to think different and actually question the script they were handed. On top of this the queens presence is almost hypnotic and she uses this to her advantage because they are, after all, beings of resonance and thus what comes natural is easily exploited. Just at that moment a little boy throws a rock at their nest. There is chaos and they fly outside to see what happens. The distraction allows them to skim over what occurred as they have a greater threat to focus their attention. Kind of like COVID or fake aliens bearing gifts. You’ll see it when it happens or by their fruits shall ye know them as they might have, long ago, already landed and created a stealth infiltration by offering false promises and artificial salvation that simply services their own needs like High School kids bullying Kindergarten students for their milk money then threatening them to keep it a secret. Have you ever wondered about the nature of that spell? A garden to grow children? Doesn’t that sound a tad ominous like we’re being farmed or something? Not to mention “Human Resources” and the various other hints about this global plantation.

See, this worker bee he thinks, deeply. He sees the world as it is then asks “What if?”. “What makes her different? Why are we orbiting around her? Could I not Centered in my Self? What is a Self? Why do I feel capable of far more than what life has handed as a script and says “This is it!” when all around me are loads of clues and hints that seem designed to make me think and reach a higher state of consciousness?”. It privately ponders as it goes about its biz. Even with humans, outside we all make look similar and have a standard frame but its what inside that defines the territory and, in my imperience, Slaves are literally all the same because they have no Knowledge of the inner plane and so won’t question to escape because they don’t know whats to gain. Nor whats at stake. Its the equivalent of magnolia walls and white drapes for the vast majority of the race with an identical construction of their inner realms for vast regions of the populace that are plugged in to these forces that demand you place your source inside them and not Self.

Misery lxves company which is why inspiration occurs alone. These thoughts buzz around his dome till one day, when him and his friend are floating on a mission he pours out his thoughts. What this all means, the inkling he has of things could be different and hears “Woah! I don’t care and don’t want to know. We’ve got a good thing on the go, its the way it has been and I hope it stays so forever more. Why do you want to rock the ship when we’re enjoying the voyage?”.

“Don’t you wonder? don’t you think? What makes her different? Whats inside her head and chest that isn’t in mine? Or could be? What if I could design a greater life for all of beekind?”.

“Man, you’re crazy. Don’t start spewing this madness once we’re back inside, alright? The queen won’t like it and besides, if she wanted us to think like this she’d have told us so this obviously isn’t part of her design and, admit it, its working out pretty fine. We’ve got some decent lives. Some order and others move, everyone knows what and when to do and we stick together like glue to protect the one who sets the rules, cool?”.

“Yeah, I guess” he says as he learns to keep his thoughts to himself. But the thing with nascent awareness is once its been lit its nigh on impossible to plunge back into the engineered darkness within because its glow brings a sense of enlightenment as bits of the puzzle of life suddenly start to click. Things that previously seemed like random coincidence are now pregnant with symbolism that seems stupidly obvious as, all along, the missing link was within. “My presence is a vital part of the equation” he thinks as he starts comprehending the true nature of the realm and the power of the consciousness he’s been gifted.

“Whats wrong with you? You seem.. different” the queen says, as she gives him a glance like she’s appraising him. He breaks out into a sweat “Nothing, noting at all” he says with obvious ambivalence. “Don’t I look out for your best interests? Keep you nurtured and fed? You protect, I lead and merrily we all speed to the place we’re supposed to be”.

“As decreed by thee” he whispers to himself quietly.

“What was that? Hmm, speak!” she demands and thats when he sees:

She knows she is weak and her democracy is actually tyranny designed to keep us beneath by raising her up, artificially. He decides to take his opportunity “Without us you’re nothing, we do all the work, you just speak. Resting all the time as we toil to make the honey. What makes you so different from me or him or she?”. The other bees are crowding round now, this is something they’ve never seen and as much as they don’t want to look they can’t take their eyes off the scene as he strikes a chord of resonance, something that they’d hidden deep as it speaks of a world so evident that was previously unspoken and thus unseen. Slowly within these drones once again glow the ember of individuality.

The queen? What can she do at this point but enforce tyranny. “Bees, I demand you kill this man. Right now, immediately. He is a threat to the colony and we can’t have that, no indeed”. The bees look at each other and buzz around nervously. See inside they’re thinking “He does raise good points and I don’t feel like killing he because thats not what I’m about, know what I mean?“. Externally they say nothing because their Center isn’t in Self so they feel weak without her resonance that beams its signals into their heads with a droning insistence to do as instructed.

“Ohm can’t we just go back to how it was when we’re a team? You, stop being silly and don’t ever dare to speak to the queen so foolishly. She does it all for us and whatever it is I’m sure its not easy” says one, passionately.

“But thats the point, you bootlicking drone, all you know how to do is grovel at the throne because thats what you’ve been taught all along. To repeat and conform, “Do as I say” makes me sick to my core because that which was always within says different as it urges me to go it alone so I reject her suggestions. Who knows, I may find a grander throne? What if we were born to be something so much more and now we’ve been fooled to perform in roles that they dare not call Slavery when it is. Its so obvious. We put the effort in, take all the risks and she lives well, creaming off a percent and getting all of the best whilst we get nothing. We’re replaceable, one is the same as the others and you don’t think its strange? Like we are shaped and molded. Programmed” he adds as he looks around at the audience.

The bees are gobsmacked. They find themselves standing at a point on a map they’d tried hard to deny exists but now they can’t as they finally see what was always in front of them. These simple questions made something sing that had been obscured by a noiZ since they were kids and one piped up and said “I’ve felt like this before. I feel whole, its different. Its like there is a new power in my wings and its source springs from within my chest and not the voice in my head with its previous insistence that went unquestioned. I wonder, what is the meaning?”.

“Good, good my friend. Wonder away and tell me what comes next because we’re finding out what was always present and how simple it seems when our very lives aren’t based upon peering through anothers lens as we attempt to conform to their expectations where no original thought is allowed or encouraged”.

“Aghhhh!!!” one of them screams and flips his lid “Please, I beg. Cease” he dares not tell them he sees dead bees and has been trying to keep a lid on his insanity by filling his life with monotony instead as daily he repeats “I place my trust in the queen and she defines my reality. If she doesn’t speak on these spectral influences I sense then they must not exist because my faith is total”.

“There there, come to me” says the regal bee. “Shame on you, troublemaker, how dare you make your fellow feel weak. See this is why you need me and why he, he represents a tyranny that I keep you safe from because without me you would be nothing, gone. I am the “I am…” and you are the “i shall” that listens to my commandments. Problem?”

“Yes, yes there is. Who says it goes like this because I feel different. Better yet lets ask the kids as they aren’t yet plugged in to your network of “How to Thunk and get ahead”“. He looks around at his fellow bees “Can’t you see? It’s obvious. If we ask any one of them who is the Center of everything they’d say “Me, of course, its how I keep balance. Imagine trying to fly with a Center thats not within. Sounds impossible doesn’t it? Now, does it make sense why your mind doesn’t soar high and instead drags along the pavement as you place it within someone elses concepts? Someone whose intent you’re unaware of because your conscious is squared off and thus you keep circling, hoping one day it feels round again and the best you’ll get it a hexagon where some parts touch but there is still something missing. This, this is it my friends, the missing link in full effect because our development is arrested to further another plans. Intentionally crippled and offered limiting options as a script that must never be questioned or challenged. This is obvious to us in the lands of man with their myriad System of influence but here, once again, its the same thing. The most powerful thing in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed” he says as he looks around at the crowd forming.

Some are worried, others stressed, a couple feel so vindicated because they knew all along something was wrong but couldn’t put their finger on it nor did they dare speak about it but now its said and in the open they feel less of a target so chip in:

“Yeah, when we were kids you were raised differently and I used to think “Why not me?” but until he spoke of these deeds I thought I was alone in my own version of reality”.

“That is exactly it my friend, so exactly. See we trade our own unique way of being for a domination hierarchy and in order for one to lead the others must secede their very notion of being free. Of course, no one does this voluntarily so they deceive with methods which train us to be counter to our natural proclivities. Ever wonder why they speak of it as “second nature” and why that comes so easily? What is prime state then? Its why I say its this that we’re discovering today that has always been hidden beneath the fear of being me and how easy it is to just fit in and do what everyone else told me. Come to think it, we’ve been selling our Souls. Our minds mined for their internal gold of which the honey is simply a show of what is happening at the depths as we are far grander and much more capable than you suspect”.

“Can’t we all just get along? We had such a happy home. Why did you have to talk? Couldn’t you have kept it in like before?”.

“See, look at this. This is what happens when you’re not Centered in your Self. She looks at the queen, sitting there in anguish, as every word from my lips is a threat to the (false) self serving kingdom she’s built and this… this servant feels her pain more than she does herself. Know why? Because its a threat to the story she tells herself. Of why she gifts the best and is left with the dregs. Its the only way to make sense and him” he says pointing at one who flipped his lid “He already knew this long before this tiff. I could feel it in his presence. His immense strain at keeping it in because I know you see things different but are petrified of the images that pop into your head so you try and repress them instead of listening to their message. Whatever it is its probably way different from my lens and that is what so interesting because if we were all Centered in Self and then exchanged notes on whats present imagine the kind of world we could build and gift to our kids instead of enrolling them in a System designed to profit off them by keeping them locked in to the hexagonal way of being. Freedom comes from within. Anything else is Slavery by another name using chains we’re trained to pretend are invisible”.

The bees all murmur their assent because they know they’d much rather have any other life or potent for their seed than the one they are themselves currently present. They too have noticed the glow and flow their descendants are born with. “We should ascend” says the bee who was mentally sensitive due to his nervous system. “I’ve thought this since I was small. I have wings and yet it feels like around my feet are boots of lead that prevent me from being the best. The children don’t have them but once they’re done and programmed you can see them. At least I can, I think. I try not to as it hurts my head and thats on top of life’s pressures as well”.

“My friend, I’m glad you said this. Life feels like its glazed with a layer of anxiety spread thin, yes” he looks around and they all nod their heads. “Thats the trick, my friends, because under the fear is our purpose, our grand meaning in this realm and there is no way we’ll find this by sticking to the script we’ve been programmed with since kids as that only propagates the System as it leaps from one generation to the next and foists its whims into the heads and will brook no discussion or introspection from the unwilling participants that are drafted in to the conditioning”.

“Of course”.

“It’s so obvious”.

“Why did I not think…”.

“Because you don’t, any more. Once upon a when, you did but they drilled it out of your head and replaced it with boredom that became compliant instead. It all comes down to the Center. If it isn’t in your Self than can you truly claim you live and have free will?“. “No, because anything less means you’re a puppet. A drone, an extension of how someone else thinks who exists more for them that to actualize themselves than assist in your progress as its all about them, from the beginning till the end”.

“Yes, this is starting to make more sense” one of the holdouts says.

“Oh don’t you think like them, they’re just a bunch of silly rabble rousers intent on ruining everything. We had it good, it wasn’t bad nor perfect but our needs were met. We had some fun as well and our queen always protects our interests”.

“Her interests” he says. “Her interests are what we protect so anything she extends to us in for her benefit. If you know this and acquiesce you are Slave to your ignorance and thats based on a fear of being your Self. Some folks need Masters to to tell them what to think. Terrible state of affairs but that is how it is”.

“Self, Self, Self. You know what you sound like? Selfish, you prick. Now if you want to leave then why don’t you buzz off then and we’ll see of what you’re capable. Or stay here, stacked in the blocks of this psychosocial pyramid as you’ve said because my queen brings the light and I’m with her till the end because what you’re saying makes no sense and makes me feel stressed. When I close my eyes I see only darkness within and therefore she is my guidance and I’ve never really like you “my friend” so I’m glad I got this off my chest. So, like dyslexic dialysis why don’t you off piss?””

The protagonist chuckles to himself “You always were a kowtowing simpleton and you know this. Listen I’m not here for attacks, they serve no purpose because us fighting within ourselves unravels the very thread of the course we’re on but what I am saying is this – to whose plan and intent is this potential being weaved and what part do we play in all of this? If we silently acquiesce, going along with no questions or querying that which makes no sense? Well then you know what they say about good intent and the road it paves to hell, yes?”.

“Hell? Hell? Boy do you even know what hell is? I survived the drought of Ninety Six so I won’t hear none of this. My queen tell me and I will this instant kill him”.

“Calm yourself, Sir, you have enough difficulty breaking wind let alone my wings, my neck or anything else. It is what it is. Listen, why are we fighting because in that she benefits from the displaced aggression toward her being vented on people who say things that make us feel discomfort as this whole thing lifts the lid on something we’ve all know, most felt and yet none dare express:

Why is my life like this? Like I’m being dealt the bottom hand from the deck because even when I win it feels like I’m losing? Well I stand here and say this: We are losing. Losing who are within, that ever elusive Self that once you grip”.

“Feels absolutely wonderful” says he who all around sees the spirits of the dead, the bees which lived and fell and they whisper things in his head. Things he’s never read or been told by the System and yet seem Self evident which is why he tries to spend as much time by himself “Its like all of the planets have aligned and it is for me they spin. I know, a grandiose way of thinking but its how it felt and its so amazing. There was a lift in my wings, my insides were singing in silence. Another contradiction which means if you can’t relate you know not what it means to be free. I know of what he speaks because of where he dreams I’ve been and it almost killed me keeping it in as I could feel the chains of this tyranny in a System which trains you to be weak by various forms of underhanded deceit and trickery to keep those who are the same but raised a more refined way at the wheel of a ship that was built to keep us as far as possible from a true sense of Self and being Centered within as we, instead, accept their programming and keep buzzing, that way and this” and with that he leaves. “I need some time and space to be by myself”.

“With your Self, my friend, so glad that we met” says the one who started all of this.

Around him some scream and wail, they are writhing in pain and it feels so immense. Like they’re nearly dead because their sacred concepts are under threat. The handful that never liked the roles in which they found themselves are feeling something else instead. “A sparkling light is the only way to adequately express the feels” says he who was sitting, listening intently to the scene that played out among the bees.

“Yes, yes its just like that. Mine feels like gold with a few threads of lilac thrown in between”.

“I know exactly what you mean, its like I’m flying inside infinity as I sit here, listening to you speak. Its strange and exhilarating, I need to leave” and with that another gone. Gone to find themselves and shake off the externally induced treachery as now they have an inner guide, they are Centered in me and not the very concept of a queen and all that that means as they’ve been taught to be. Instead they are, once again, open and in a prime state of awareness that asks questions and formulates solutions via open discussion and the sharing of concepts”.

And so on, on that day, the bees Witnessed a quantum leap of what it means to be who they are in this reality. Now, lets skip forth to another scene in which the ascendants of these originals meet:

“Peace, King”.

“Peace, Queen, tell me whats the deal?”

“Todays mathematics reveal that the nature of reality we perceive is indeed based on the hexagon and what it means is that when two hyper-dimensional triangles meet the space they create, above and beneath, is the land we wander in among the wolves, as lost sheep”.

Man, I bet you didn’t know bees could get that deep? Thats why I called those who came after ascendants as they don’t kneel at the feet of mental midgets that enforced the previous generations tyranny. No, they were taught to lead by fully embracing whats unique and taking the Path of Power where it leads and then sharing freely what they meet to help each other along their respective Journey. They slide between roles as the moment calls for as they exist in a state of flow, at one with a silent presence that permeates the realms that they couldn’t picture living without as its all they have known. It was present when they were born before another usurped its role and issued its edicts to erect a new paradigm inside their awareness that worked on imitation and editing via a subtle form of corruption that said “All are equal but she is more equal than the rest” in the shape of a pyramid when, in reality, they’re all about the golden circle, as they’ve done the Knowledge.

Centered in Self means you know your worth can’t be measured in dough, nor is it seen in a photo or doing as another says. Its something you discover by diving deep within your Self. As the bees illustrate there is an obvious System which exists to define and mainly ensure its own survival in this realm whereas the potential within can be used to achieve anything we wish, as illustrated by the ascendants who were raised free of being told how to Thunk and instead actually did it for themselves and followed their threads of awareness back beyond this realm to the cosmos in which they dwelled as something truly magnificent that was, in that instant, obsessed and fixated on thinking “I wonder how a bee feels as it lives and does its thing”.

The Game of Souls, has you my friend. Everything is conscious but not all are aware of this. Fewer still unwrap the gift of the present moment that makes them multidimensional as they’re too busy buzzing, that way and this, according to the programming that says “Do this to get that and then you’ll be content”. Even though that never, ever happens.

Thats going a bit further beyond the outlined paradigm but thats only to give a hint that the Path of Power has no end. With the mindset of Incremental Betterment there are always discoveries and the evolution they bring as information pours in and we grow into who we are and were meant, who we’d be without outside interference that instills second nature with the intent of controlling, altering then deleting what is primal. Maybe thats just part of the challenge. I’ve said that the Game meets you on your own level before and some may feel out of their depth at this statement whilst others may be rejoicing as its the proclamation for which they were waiting as they’d already started to loosen the shackles of socially sanctioned programs that buzzed around in their heads since they were installed, back when.

The most beautiful thing is the benefits the System bought still exist. They just chopped the corruption off at its head so it can no longer seep in its noxious influence to keep itself the leader of the realm from one generation to the next whilst the rest perish. Instead everyone does everything and they do it really well because they put the effort in as they’re doing it for themselves and everyone else thats Centered in Self because the truth is Self evident hence their new modes of meeting and greeting:

“You are another me, together we” is what is said by these ascendants who are aware that the cosmic hologram they’re within possess no depth without their participation and thus they are far more capable than they ever suspected as they’re not bees having a spiritual experience but pure consciousness that is projected into this realm to manifest as everything when, in effect, they are none of this as they’re just visiting and that, that my friends, is from where spring the wings of higher dimensional perception that are your true birth right and inheritance and this offers hints about why the System is how it is because those who wish to rule over the rest only do so because they’re stranded and can’t get back out again but that is their story and I’ll let them tell it. Which won’t happen so don’t hold your breath.

Till we meet again