We live in times that are designed to stimulate the mind with some vibes that, once inside, we accept as guidelines. After a while of this induction we reach a state of identification with these aliens concepts and react with vehemence when we find them under threat or discredited. Worse still if someone disagrees, no matter how minutely, they become our enemy. This, in a nutshell, is the entirety of human history since old lands sank between new seas and those that remained turned the book of life to a new page in their quest for survival.
“What is worse?” I’m wondering. “Knowing this or remaining ignorant?”. The latter is way more fun because its socially sanctioned Self Destruction and one always feel correct when they’re wrong in a crowd because everyone is doing it. That, along with my near death experience, is what made me disconnect from the masses and now, after a long time in isolation, it feels like I’ve got the pieces in an order of semblance with the way it truly is. The image is horrifying. A quote I once read said something like this:
“Man is set adrift upon the waves of blissful ignorance. The sciences strain in their own directions and from this state of imbalance where everyone wishes to edge ahead nobody has yet formed a coherent narrative that explains our true predicament. When this does happen the most likely outcome is that man will run shrieking into the waiting arms of another age of darkness because the truth will terrify them”.
I’m not saying I’m that guy, but I innerstand. I mean does nobody else look at this realm and think “What the hell?”. Take money, for example, the key of everything because, much like health, having it doesn’t assure happiness but its absence is certain to bring misery. We say things are “Sold” but maybe “Souled” would be more accurate because if you look at life from the basis of pure consciousness what you do from nine to five to earn (urn?) your daily bread is akin to selling your sentience. In exchange for what? A bio-survival ticket that has no intrinsic wealth beyond what the masses invest in the power of the printing press. Really think about this. At length, preferably with some friends after quiet reflection because if you look back over time and spin it back to the Fifties, for example, and compare the strength of what they’d spend and it would get there is a stark difference. And yet, we think we’ve progressed. Same can be said of fruit and veg that now looks huge and pretty but is entirely devoid of energy. Much like people, in that respect, as the modern children of men are not the same of their lineage as their bone density and hormonal levels attest.
You could say the main gist of the willhelpme project is art for the heart via tools to awaken the spirit because, as far as I can tell, we’re living a kind of artwork for the senses that is designed to be addictive and the current level of the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits is most pernicious. If you look inside most peoples minds you’ll find that many truly do not like themselves. Worse still is they’re entirely fragmented and unaware of this schism that divides them from within as different versions of them take turns at the helm and leaves their body to cash the cheques their actions are creating. No sane race would do this and we must be crazy to have let it run on unchecked for so many years and counting. Some will point at flat screens and stripy toothpaste and claim we’re the apex of civilization as they know it but that is the trick because its obvious our application of tech far outstrips our common sense on how to use it best. Consider the atomic revolution. We could, if we wished, service our energy needs via the optimal development of fusion that can produce an immense charge from the most basic elements but we choose not to do this. Same with how the Chinese developed gunpowder and used it for entertainment via the fireworks of celebration and that was repurposed into a tool for death in order to give one group a competitive edge of the rest when it came to outright domination of the environment. I’m no commusocialist, or whatever term you wish to point in my direction. I reject your suggestions. I simply think there are far better ways of doing all of this that are purposefully kept hidden and obfuscated. The life of Nikola Tesla stands as testament to this as that mans ideas alone, if applied and developed with free reign instead of limited and converted into ways of generating the most profit, would have had us living in an era of the Jetsons way before the net was a thing.
Whenever a bright light shines there are those with darkness within that rush to surround it. They take what they can get and if it can’t be co-opted its desecrated and or scrubbed from the permanent record. Some are exhibited as ways of warning to the rest as they say “We’ll do unto you as we did unto him. Why not join us instead?” as they extend a hand linked to a face that grins and is yet a villain. Does that sound conspiratorial or an accurate lay of the land? I’ll let you tell it…
Imagine if you manifested on a planet where everyone that was born has a set of magical contact lenses placed in their head that distorted their vision so a myopic society was built. A few would sense, on some level, that there was some type of problem whilst the rest would get on with the business of living as they strive to get ahead. You, in but not of this realm, pop up and look around thinking “What the hell?”. What would you do next? In many ways I feel like the man in the example except I know the shadows depth and truly wonder about the nature of the intent at the helm that makes all of this happen. That is something that is worth noticing because there are vested interests at play that make the Game this way. Whether or not you click this is irrelevant as you’re down with one of their teams, thats is for certain, but, much like an octopus, the limbs all connect to one central processing System that is based off planet. I’m getting aheart of my Self. Actually, that isn’t possible because those are both the same things in resonance so better spelled I’m getting ahead of your (false) self as that is far more accurate.
What if there was a huge war of the worlds or some cataclysmic event thats been repressed from our collective consciousness and is being used for traumatic programming that makes us act like this? We are at war with ourselves, the Earth and, seemingly, everything living on it as we poison the air, drain the soils and generally act very stupid in the hope of glimpsing some happiness by the accrual of more dollar, dollar bills. Like I said in the opening of the text they’re backed by nothing but your imagination and each generation spends more and more to get less and less.
Back when, in the Nineties, I used to dress in couture. Why? Because I liked to stay fresh. No gaudy logos and the rest but I enjoyed the tripled stitched, hand made Egyptian cotton fits that draped so well. Then luxury lost its luster as it became mainstream so the product was stepped in order to stretch the profits from those just dropping in and looking for fix but being entirely unaware of the real thing beyond the surface image. The quality dipped, limited drops became ubiquitous and it was all about branding plus distribution to the plebs with more money than sense who were craving validation via conspicious consumption so I chose different. Did you know those modern threads that are flashed on the socialist of mediums are actually fabricated by Chinese kids and then have the label sewn in Europe which is why they state “Hand finished in Italy” and charge a pretty penny for the privilege of glory by association from those whose Self esteem is non existent? Same with fruit and veg because to get the nutritional equivalent of one tomato, store bought, in the Eighties you’d need to eat twenty at the current moment. Its the same trend with everything as we segue from Real Real to Fake Real on the way to Fake Fake once augmented.
Not many people see this, real time as it happens. But I did. And yet, here I am. Stuck in the middle with you. Should I have took the deal? Reigned in hell with the rest who wanted to place a false crown on my head in exchange for imparting their script upon the rest as they pointed at the image of the prophet they previously dealt with and now said burns in the fires of hell where he’s constantly bathed in excrement for rejecting their invitation, back when, as they grin and laugh at the immense edifice they’ve built as a celebration of his death and the ignorance of those who cherish it as their fundamental basis via the scripts they’ve written. Things like this make me wonder. They truly do. If you ask them they’ll say they’re aligned to the divine and on a righteous mission. Maybe they are and I’m just too dim to get it as I sit in the darkness, by my Self, rearranging pieces of a puzzle using the shining light in the distance for all the assistance it provides in seeing the lay of the land how it is. Or maybe I’m just playing the Game on the highest difficulty setting in which case its all to be expected as it meets your on your level in order to ensure your development as failure is not an option when feedback is all you get as it teaches you how to refine your attempts.
A man dies. A child is born. The former was bent, stooped over and rigid whereas the latter steps in glowing with a palpable radiance. Nobody questions this loss of Inner Sense or thinks about the how, when and why of becoming Adulterated. I do and have. The outline forming as you string together the bits make the hypothesis that we’re actually dead and this is hell seem exceedingly accurate which, in turn, makes the Slave/Masters deal and invitation quite accurate as they’re in charge of ensuring the inmates of this asylum remain crazed and dazed from now till the end before a swift mindwipe slams them back in the flesh thanks to living a life of ignorance and not doing the Knowledge which reveals the Self hidden underneath the mask of Adulteration where various fragmented versions of them are at the helm with their own whims and desires as this internal conflict manifests as a realm that is a mess. Maybe this isn’t hell. Maybe we’re a cautionary tale that future generations will point at say “Take note, that is how not to play the Game and if you mess up in this age you’ll incarnate on that world stage”. That is also an option that makes a lot of sense because every single culture on the planet speaks of a time of golden men and women where it all was so different.
As the stars spin and precession does its thing the Slaves don’t notice the message written in the heavens as they’re tone deaf to the symbols but are, instead, fixated on celebs and their artificial illumination as the black mirror pulls them in and offers the illusion of connection whilst providing little else beyond isolation that is camouflaged in various ways thanks to the socially sanctioned madness that makes us “Mankind”. Kind of like man, but different. Thats one spell that is at least honest in its intent and quite Self evident whereas things like “Individual” compact darker secrets awaiting those with they eyes of wisdom to discern their message:
And yet, all that said, I’m not better or worse than the rest because I’m here, at this very moment, with you. In many ways we all try and make sense of these events as walking around a planet in the flesh is a trip, when you think about it. Most are content to have their scripts handed to them but only those who’ve felt the shadows depth can hope to glimpse the light of true illumination that dwells within that I termed Inner Sense as once you step into limitless depths you feel wrapped in a familiar newness that brings a sense of abundance that is akin to being born again. Thing is that isn’t the end nor the destination because here is where the true Journey begins hence Know thy Self is the script and get free or thrive trying is the intent because anything less is bondage and it matters not if the chains are gold, iron or silk as the Soul craves freedom that only liberation can bring.
Till we meet again
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