Sometimes I just stand and think about the fact that there is flesh wrapped around my unfinite awareness as I stroll around on a planet that floats in the abyss on a quest to chase a fireball off into the distance. That alone is pretty mind bending when considered but what inspired me to push the pen at this very moment is how the Game will meet you on your own level.
I’ve said before that 81% of the world are Slaves and that is simply my perspective based on intuition and imperience as I’ve talked to hundreds of thousands of people so far on my adventures in the realm and, after a while, you start to notice certain forms of resonance. The example I use is of a fly on the wall of the stock market. Does it care or even notice about what the brokers are barking as they rush, that way and this. No, of course it doesn’t because it has more pressing business. That, in effect, is its Reality Tunnel. Who knows, maybe there are philosophical bees that dream of being human and turn to their friends and say “Imagine if this awareness was in a different shell? What then?”. His pal would probably Thunk he’s a loony because, once again, he has more pressing business.
I imagine I can pretend to think how it would feel to be fixated on celebs, the latest gossip at the water fountain as I stress about relationships and all of the rest of the things that so many people consider important as they were molded and shaped by the various limbs of the System that created variations on the same human template to form them into the version of (false) self they accept as genuine and have never stopped to question if its actually inauthentic. It would be pretty fun. Like the fly on the wall, I’d guess. To them my missives would probably seem like ramblings akin to the broker poring over some financial statement as he makes a forecast of trends for his next play in an attempt to corner the market and generate immense dividends from his wise investment. That information, for them, is simply not relevant as they are totally plugged in to what the Game presents. And yet its still there, available to access. Should they wish or be capable of decoding the wavelength.
How would they know without attempt?
Thats what I’ve been considering. Don’t you find that very idea fascinating? Plants appear like nightclubs to these insects as they have neon lights and beats that thump to draw them in as well as various other forms of stimulation we miss so, in that respect, the philosopher bee might wonder at how much else the human doen’t suspect that, to him, is Self evident. After all, we decode a tiny, tiny percent of the electromagnetic spectrum and that piece comes in via various senes which then pass through layers upon layers of subconscious interpretation and filters before being seamlessly stitched into a narrative where you mainly see what you expect and discount the rest. This is the Reality Tunnel you’ve heard me mention and I recently clicked that referencing this with one who hasn’t done the Knowledge can seem a bit clinical and disconnected from the standard human imperience as they lack that sense of distance between the signals pouring into their head and that which Witnesses. Thats another important aspect as its who you are, in and out of the Game. Some call it a Soul. Same difference as its they key to your unfinite awareness.
Have you ever pondered your true goal? Your reason for living? Why, out of all the possible scripts and combinations of the fixed elements that are akin to slinging ink upon a canvas that the viewer takes in and thinks “I am this” you currently possess the one reading this? The fact that I could, just as easily, have been you and you could have been me or any combination therein and still we’d have taken to it like water relates to fish. Its pretty wild, isn’t it? Much like that liquid your sentience takes the shape of whatever is present ergo you could probably posit a good case that everything is alive in this realm and that makes me think. Could a man have been a rock? A wave? An elephant?
Can you imagine life as a tree? All the things you’d perceive that were etched within the tenderness that formed your inner realms as the outer aspect hardened to the elements where it appeared to die only to live again in the great cycle of seasons which is akin to an in and exhale breath? Back when the Shamans of yore used such a tool of discernment as a way of training for his young apprentice as I detailed in a previous missive and, back then, my current way of thinking was far closer to the standard than it is in these days of technological innovation where the world is at your fingertips and yet people gladly bask in ignorance of their true potential because the screen tells them “Hey, you! Look at this” as the voice in their head instructs their actions, reactions and perspectives with so few of them actually getting they aren’t it. They can’t be. How on Earth would that even be possible when its obvious you’re the Witness that listens, extends its energetics and renders solid its suggestions by acting on them due to a lack of discernment. Thats what I meant about the space.
Its amazing how it can shift “Alone” to “All one” and realign “Imperfect” to “I’m perfect”. Thats a pretty neat trick, don’t you think? And yet there was a time, or so they say, when nothing hadn’t been invented. Even though from it we spring and it speaks the language of Psylense of which the rest of the statements are but poor translations as you can’t F with the ineffable.
All in the Game, yo!
See what I mean about it meeting you on your level? The fact that this can happen really is mind blowing if you stop to consider the variables in the mix as we go round and round on the wheel of time believing in the illusion that all of this is really real. Strangely we know the truth, as children, when we step in. They make sure of this:
Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh), gently down the stream (of consciousness). Merrily, merrily, merrily (for fear is false evidence appearing real), life is but a dream (within a dream).
See, its those missing bits that, like the stock market example, are always present but up to you to intuit that make it all so interesting and its a perfect example of what I call Resolution. As the name suggests its all about the level of detail you can decode because the Slave is numbed out and dumbed down to accept his Adulteration whilst the Warrior takes the steps to regain the Inner Sense he came in with and thus is the eternal child that constantly questions and accepts nothing without reality testing and vigorously considering the alternatives. Did you know you can tell exactly how rigid your mind is via the range of movement in your flesh? How sad that so many can no longer speak body language… Truly, strangers to Self.
There are levels and rules to this. The ancients knew this well and the truth is hidden within many legends that speak of great men of renown that once walked the planet and, compared to us, they were supermen. Maybe thats why we’ve seen an immense resurgence in these type of flicks as there are messages of potential being addressed to the Adulterated from the Warrior within that they decode as entertainment instead and thus leave the call to adventure unanswered. Well, some hear it on FM and after my extended isolation and intense pondering on the true nature of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits I can’t help but wondering if anyone else considers this whole life thing as really quite strange when critically examined?
Even before my NDE my brain worked like this. If anything all that did was place into keen focus what was hemmed in by the business of living before being ejected from my flesh and finding my Self in higher dimensions that were saturated with a familiar newness that made me grin as it clicked who I was and when. And now, here we are. Thirteen years have passed since those events. That number symbolizes the exact opposite of what most Thunk as its the higher octave of their one to twelve, rinse and repeat life cycle that ends exactly how they expect. A life of quiet desperation that is as unexamined as it unfulfilled. What would people do with social media to front on? I guess we’ll find out during the Great Disconnect when they’re fiending for clicks due to the engineered absence of the new opiate of the masses from their veins…
Would that make any difference to the fly on the wall? Yes, surprisingly, because there would be way less EM signals beaming in and around its consciousness. I’ll also state now, for the record, that I feel the poles of this planet are about to shift and it really will be quite dramatic. In between now and Twenty Twenty Fifth I predict a lot of people will start awakening to the true nature of this simulation whilst others will run to clutch at the illusion with an immense sense of dread as they don’t want the dream to end. Can you imagine this? What if the life you know dims and you see an immense light, shining bright, that fades as you recollect you’re a teenage kid from the year Forty Ninety Six and are playing a total immersion sim of the life of the average human in Two Oh Two Four instead and what feels like a lifetime in the flesh was actually just a brief moment. Just like dreaming, in that respect. Better yet what if you went to bed and had a dream that continued where it left off each night. How would you tell, after a while, which one was “real”? Is that truly air you’re breathing? What if its a hallucinogen? The fact that you can spend forty five minutes hyperventilating with circular breaths and find your Self tripping with no drugs in your system has an interesting implication but how many people care or have even attempted such things?
All in the Game, yo! As it will certainly meet you on your level, don’t you think? Or do you Thunk instead? By that I mean the former is free to spin wherever it wishes with nothing off limits and no thoughts that can’t be considered or experiments unconducted in the quest for answers. Thunking, on the other hand, is akin to rearranging the same programmed and socially acceptable chunks into streams of consciousness that are entirely predictable. Thats what paves the Reality Tunnel. Once you see it you’ll wonder how you missed what was always present. Like a fly on the wall of the stock market that is actually animated by a man who pretends to be it whilst, in turn, there is a never ending stream of unfinite sentience pouring through him that powers the whole thing as it creates something out of nothing, purely via its presence in the Game that you’re playing by inserting your Soul as a credit in exchange for the flesh you’re currently wearing as you stroll around a planet that floats in the abyss and chases a fireball… You know the rest.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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