Coming to Earth one lives not just on borrowed time but also a borrowed mind as the components that fill our thoughts are not our own. If you think of life as living art then the paints that play their part impart their own frequency to the composition we perceive and, due to the juxtaposition factor, its easy to generate almost infinite variety from very limited quantities. Before we get all metaphysic an example closer to home and easier to click is that your TV set is a black square which, thanks to the interplay of three primary colors, can make you laugh, cry, stand in shock or be amazed. In many senses we created technology as models of our base states as there is but one shape that defines everything at play and once you can perceive it on this plane it gets easier to extrapolate its meaning in higher states because – like a pebble skimming a pool – the echoes gradually lose the imprint of the interference which sets its own Pattern into motion against a backdrop of stillness. Once again, your screen does the same as it flicks still pictures at your brain so your mind creates the trail and thinks its in motion when in reality it is doing no such thing.
Life is, in many ways, exactly the same kind of illusion and twice as convincing because unlike a TV set you can’t upgrade or downgrade the tech as you’re both the viewer and viewing which means you lack perspect for as long as you remain plugged in to this most persistent illusion called being human. Actually, you can upgrade the flesh and its quite simple because most at the current moment are walking around with the psycho-spiritual equivalent of a broken down old twelve inch black and white that receives more static than signal. A simple combination of posture, breathing and intent can shift this with a quickness to a flatscreen OLED with a fine set of speakers and suddenly its “I see!” but until the moment you do the deed and for Self perceive its easy to dismiss what I speak as its beyond your current frequency to decode and thus Witness. Just like a signal the invisible presence awaits for those who are attuned to change the channel of their set from their regularly scheduled programming that holds the whole world in a state of arrested development. This is, in effect, what the Earthday Suit principle intends to bring to your awareness because once you realize the simple truth that you aren’t the flesh but the Witness instead then its a different kind of bet on a whole different table that in turn upgrades your Game. This is the 4Dxo within which we’re playing as there are three layers in effect and in the paradigm of a Slave they only get to wander around one stage and thus, by default, forfeit the Game as they’re unaware of whats at stake.
“That isn’t fair” I hear you say. Thing is the rules for this Game are pretty opaque and have far more to do with resonance and frequency than “Doing the right thing” so its in your best interests to cleanse your connection and upgrade your attention in order to help us, the collective, grasp the larger picture as together we reverse engineer reality to see what it all means via primacy and not third hand tales, long regaled about this and that because many are walking around with outdated maps that no longer match the terrain and this is a great cause of pain for those who wander off the edge of a cliff that was signposted as the way to bliss. If nothing else it would ease the conflict which rages within and that in turn would cause a shift in relations and you’ll see whats meant about frequency and oscillation as this change then expands your range by removing the resistance life placed in your subconscious as it Adulterated your awareness and took what once bounced with the radiance of Inner Sense and made it dim, decrepit and shuffling. Thing is even this isn’t the end as they’ll simply get mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh for another spin as they chose not to do the Knowledge whilst living and instead accepted the BS life threw at them.
I’ve got to say, it really is quite strange – and thats coming from me. I can only imagine how it sounds to thee who hasn’t taken small, dedicated steps and then progressed to the heights from their depths because contradictions like this seem to make no sense when one is based entirely in the realm of linear Thunking where things start and end in ways so predictable but that is the ultimate illusion itself that begets so much confusion because people shift in terms of effect whilst ignoring the cause, the prime mover and shaker that is permanent and simply shifts its resonance from one to the next wavelength like a stone that skips across the surface of an ocean. Consider this:
One day you are a cloud, flying high in the sky. The matter starts to get dense and begins to coalesce and then falls free and you and your compadres say “Whee!” and get to experience the thrills of individuality. Lets say you land somewhere perfectly where its minus degrees and instantly freeze. To those locked in to this low state of frequency life in comparison would feel like misery as there is no movement to be had, both in or externally. After a while you’d get used to it, most certainly, and would probably even reason “This isn’t so bad” as you chill out with suitability frozen friends and family. One day a sunbeam comes and shines upon thee and the solid form you knew so well and identified with thoroughly melts instantly. Around people weep – “Oh, please. Take me, not she. Why do the good always leave so quickly” as the unchanging, ever present you now rises as steam thanks to the influx of energy. You try to speak to them but they no longer hear nor see because you are out of their range of frequency and they fear what they don’t know whereas for you there is an inbuilt sense of familiarity that makes what you previously thought was happy feel like constricted misery. “Yes, yes… I remember!” says she as she floats upwardly and sees the cloud up in the sky that awaits her to join with he, in a state of primal unity. Then what? Rinse and repeat.
Life is pretty much like that, as far as I get with my current perspect, because we can tell easily that the solid, liquid and gas are all the same truly, just at differing states of innerG. Well, extrapolate that with humanity and you’ll see what I mean about three layers of this reality of which the frozen only perceive and decode that which is within their range and they’ve been instructed to believe the sooths said by Mr Freeze and his varying degrees of chill. The last part is quite pernicious really because one simply has to think of a kid who is still more water than solid and how they make that transition. Without education and instruction they frequently say odd things, Witness the spirits of the deceased or quote memories of your imperience as though they happened to them as well as talking to the invisible that surrounds them and calls for their attention.
You know whats so interesting about this? The only ones who manage to keep this pure perception in this realm beyond the age of ten are the so called schizophrenics. Amazing, isn’t it, that they too say “Someone is putting thoughts into my head” as they see things that aren’t there according to most peoples common wavelength. “Mr Freeze? Is that you? I don’t like your “Be not afraid” angels and their constant torment nor these depot injections in my rear end. Oh, what the hell is happening?” he says as he’s beaten, drugged and strait jacketed for telling it how it is. Now we, all sane of head and well adjusted to such immense social sickness, know these things are the straight up ravings of a lunatic who was duly sectioned as he reps a threat to not only himself but others as well but what if they do exist and we’ve been trained to ignore it?
Wouldn’t that be something? As the man who speaks with schizophrenics I have to say I’ve never, ever met one that was dim and the trust they’ve extended to me when it comes to describing their perspective, ruminations and intuition have been immensely helpful in not only assisting them get a handle on their energetics but also fill in the details on my constantly evolving sketch of the Game and its blueprints of which the Third Dimension is the end result but, for those solely plugged in to its inherent limitation, the cause of much suffering. And thus the frozen do chill and then sit there wondering “Is this all there is?” as they live out lives that are totally predictable and predicated on an immense fear of death many dare not acknowledge. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I Know I’m the Witness. Lives come and go as I leap from one skin to the next with the timestream it brings but my essence remains identical. Just like dreaming, yes? That therein is a huge hint because the flesh is designed to build reality by interpreting certain wavelengths and signals before running them through filters and stitching them into a narrative that forms the basis of your internal OS which, for most, is so horrendously faulty that GIGO makes perfect sense which makes one think the world is broken on purpose. This sets off a whole new train of thought about Mr Freeze and his team aka the Slave/Masters and one can’t help but wonder if, long, long ago, did the inmates not take over the asylum and are now hell bent on making all of us as crazy as them? Like a lion, roaring, looking for whom it may consume their project appears to be a success but one who dwells in Inner Sense sees the Emperor is undressed and that, that my friends, is a threat to the System as its all built on nothing. Nothing but your awareness that is currently frozen into the flesh of your Earthday Suit and assailed from all angles with near endless suggestions but none quite as corrosive or persuasive as that voice in your head that 81% Thunk is them when the truth is Self evident:
How can you be when you are obviously that which listens? Say “Hi!” to the Witness then you may start playing a Game of Spot the Difference as well as the overarching theme of Hide and Seek that offer a hint about the higher dimensions wrapped around your sentience and how it all takes place inside your consciousness ergo the responsibility is immense. To many that are well frozen and seemingly solid the words make no sense but those with inner eyes still capable of vision may notice the embers of something within start flickering as I’ve rekindled their Inner Sense and it remembers, very well, cloud life and the descent as well as various other aspects of what it means to Know thy Self as they do things which the ice cubes couldn’t even imagine.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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