As a race we have never been freer to embrace the good and bad within than we are at the present moment. I’d highly, highly recommend you take as much of this freedom as you can get and apply it in ways that allow you to bring forth the multitude of talents from within because the benefit will be immense, especially if you are seeking salvation. Not only for you and your lineage but the rest of the planet as well. Walk with me, lets step into the stream of time and look back at older events as a way to make sense of the present:
There was a vibe, brutally enforced not long ago, where man couldn’t say out loud anything that went against the grain. There was an edict in place that defined the state of play and you best do the best you could do to fit within otherwise the range of options extends from excommunication to execution. Take your pick. Most people lived and died within close proximity of where they were conceived, family and community relationships were primary and this kept a lot of free thinking in check as it simply wasn’t tolerated, accepted or expected. Anyone who tried to color outside the lines would find their own kith and kin be quick to chide because of how it reflects on them. Imagine a group of people dressed in white and you’ve been digging a ditch, they are scared of the filth you may use to tarnish their image in this realm where it was so important to fit in. The information available to the public was limited, don’t expect such things as a free press. Heck, most people were kept in the dark and fed BS due to being totally illiterate. Some would say neither there or them or us in the present, think about it for a moment as there are but a handful who sit at the apex and decide what runs in all major mainstream publications and thus filters into your awareness.
Where was I? Oh yes, boundaries were so common that they were invisible and ever present. Life was repetitious and you did what you were told. Round and round it goes until things shift. Hippies, womens lib, the advances of tech, political legislation of what they accept and that they reject, shifts in the educational System and means of mass cultural indoctrination via the presence of media and the symbols it presents to many layers of awareness as well as so many movements that occur under the sheath of darkness and yet wield a massive influence when it comes to mass consciousness.
And here we are. You, me and everyone else is a product of this. Indeed, to most its like a stream is to fish. It defines their whole reality and thus is rendered invisible and hard to see because there is no point of reference that doesn’t mention its presence ergo “I am society, society is me”. Its easy to see how this way to be traces back to the dark manifesto mentioned previously in which the collective ruled the roost and you did as you were told. The chains may change but the effect remains the same and each link is, in effect, a propagation of the original will that furnished the race with this accessory to their presence. No man is an island but that only hints at the fact that we share a common resonance and thus this desire to connect can be exploited, very well, by those who place themselves in the middle and thus become invisible in the process. Consider language and its spells that you use to encode your internal OS, for example.
We currently Witness an immense freedom which most willfully choose to ignore as they are held in a frame of the same tension Patterns they inherited from their lineage which was trained to exist as illustrated. Imagine this – We take some gelatin and hot water, place it into a bowl, give it a chill and let it set. Once we remove the surroundings the molded will hold the basic shape. Sure there is some wobble and flex but the Pattern is ingrained into the structure which manifests. Lets imagine for a moment this jelly had sentience and it thinks “I wobble, therefore I am”. Some may find this pleasurable, the variance in concepts of Self. Like jumping on a trampoline and saying “Whee!” as its the thrill of pushing boundaries whilst knowing, down deep, you’re entirely safe due to the security that was Witnessed during the time of coagulating slowly. Others take it as a threat. They know their limits and wish to stay as far as way from them as possible. Not one to upset the apple cart as they are under immense internal tension and thus wish to distance from the edge and may, to others, appear hard and rigid. Both of them are shaped and yet their internal imperiences are so different when compared from a critical lens.
Now, for a moment, lets imagine these two bowls of flavored gel that can ponder their awareness and reflect on the signals from within are placed on a windowsill as the sun beams in and does its thing. What happens? What do you predict their internal responses will be to the events as the added heat brings a loosening of the links which gave them their defining trait as influenced by the mold into which they were placed? Correct. The nervous one would literally quiver and shake as it felt its life as they knew it melting away, bit by bit. The level of threat perceived to its concepts of (false) selfhood would be so immense that it would literally feel like its world is being broken down and it couldn’t take it. Anxiety through the roof. Cue much gnashing and wailing with “Won’t somebody think about the children!” and other proclamations designed, first and foremost, to bring attention to it and then the message because they hope someone notices the heat is causing them to melt and places them back in the fridge so they can lower the vibration and once again feel set in the comfortable misery that they used to define themselves. This zone of discomfort is also known as the Mind Made Prison that was erected inside your head whilst forming.
The one that is more secure, on the other hand, would be sitting right next to this wreck with a sense of wonderment. “Something new is happening and I have no clue what it is… And yet there is a sense of familiarness. Lets see where this heads”. It feels like shaking and pushing up against the edge that it knows as that previously happy and flowing presence that it used to frolic within since the day it was set but there is a difference. Something is happening on a level below and yet beyond its current state of comprehension. “Interesting” it thinks “It feels like there were divisions within that seemed so solid and linked together my coherence and yet that is what was actually preventing freedom”. Quite a philosophical desert treat, I’m sure you’ll agree but its simply taking the same signals that its friend who is quivering at the nature of the threat it faces and decoding them a different way. Why? Its all due to the database of imperiences which molded them. The subconscious Rolodex that contains everything and communicates solely via Psylense in the present moment.
The first anxious jelly had had a hell of a time getting set. The mix was careless, water not the optimal temp, forgotten on the counter before eventually being poured in to a not fully cleansed mold and dropped into a fridge that was unplugged in the middle of its creation and then hastily reconnected to allow it to set. For this poor wretch it was a fight for survival from the moment it stepped into this realm and thus it welcomes the limitations that it uses to define itself because they provide strength to hold together the pieces that otherwise would still languish in a state of unrealized potent. This set of imperiences colors not only the world it views and concepts of Self but also, more importantly, the way it interprets data provided by its nervous system and awareness. Its like “I fought to hard to get here that everything which makes me shift, in any direction, is bad for my health so give me solid predictability and I will agree with everything else”.
Now we know about basic chemical processes. The jelly is obviously far more than the sum of its parts as the reasoning illustrates well. It evidently possesses a deeper realm of inner hopes, dreams and feelings that none would suspect when looking at the surface. On a cursory inspection who could tell the difference between it and its well secured friend whose gestation was totally different?
Same jelly, same water, same everything. All of the components were identical but there were immense differences as well. The granules were poured precisely, measured to sit in ratio thats perfect with water that was heated then cooled to the ideal temp. The bowl was sanitized to create the ideal environment and the one creating the mix then pouring it in did so with heart centered awareness, totally present in the moment, investing so much of their effort as they knew the beginning defined the end as well as the Journey in the middle and they intended to craft a sublime experience. From the start when granules met warm water and were smoothly whisked the jelly, whose awareness had been slumbering in a state of powdered vibration, felt the thrill kick in. A sense of quickening that was all together exhilarating and, like a child playing, it was thoroughly in the moment as it felt its potential steadily expanding as new links formed within. With joy and wonderment it became aware of its Self, the difference between the edge where the glass bowl does sit holding it in containment as well as the freedom in the mid and its propensity for vibration along with the nature of spin that was steadily coalescing.
As it was happily playing on the counter, enjoying its Self it noticed a mild but statistically significant state of dampening. “Thats interesting” it thinks and wonders where this is heading as it dives fully into the imperience. The bonds inside start linking, there is a design, an ambiance, a coherence it finds quite comforting and then its gently picked up, walked across the kitchen and placed into the fridge where its enveloped by cool darkness. “Wow, this is is something” it grins to itself, having never previously imperienced anything like this as the previous expansion is now inverted into accelerated contraction that brings forth a new strength and solidity into its awareness . “I feel powerful, resonant. I am jelly, see me flex” it thinks as it flits around its embodiment, pushing against the glass and realizing it won’t shift. “So I am me, I have vibes and this thing, this other which isn’t is solid and yet transparent. I can see through it but can it Witness me? Does it too possess a sense of individual identity? “Hello? Can you hear me?”” states the jelly as it taps against the mold when suddenly light pours in and he feels someone reaching in gently.
In that instant its world is turned upside down and the jelly feels like it will squeal with joy as the imperience itself is even more unique than it was previously. It slides easily from the grips of the mold as it gained in that time awareness of what is me and isn’t and thus relinquished the limits whilst retaining the structural identity. Except now its on its head, the world it new previously has been totally inverted and yet its also free. “Does this mean before I was imprisoned? Watching shadows in a cave as I created stories? Am I now looking at the objects that created that interplay? Oh what could it all mean?”.
Quite a cerebral jelly. Its amazing how complex a simple species can be when viewed internally with full awareness of the presence and the things pondered silently. First call of business? Push the limits and see. “Whee!” it screams. There are none, at least externally. “Oh my, this feels amazing!” it exclaims as it sets to pushing furiously and finding its structure provides a pleasurable resistance that feels quite spirally. The more it does the more it learns and integrates seamlessly as the database from which it draws its concepts from and the behavior this leads is underpinned via an inherent state of confidence and security that whatever happens can only lead to something better for me due to the awareness that “I remain unchanging throughout all, no matter how it seems”. This little jelly is entirely confident that it can handle whatever unfolds due to what has been previously as its inception, creation and maintenance have been handled assiduously by those around it.
So when him and his compadre, to whom he did try and speak but it seems he’s wrapped up internally. “Maybe a different language?” it reasons as it can see they’re of the same species but something feels different as the other one isn’t as merry. “A sad jelly indeed” it thinks, briefly as they’re introduced to the sun beam. “Oh my me, this is something quite spectacular indeed”. It begins to feel shifts. Freedom where the once were limits. Its like the swing it once sat in and pushed its legs to increase the rate of vibration has been switched to a rocket ship upon which it hitches a lift. No effort needed. “Something wonderful is happening” it thinks as it develops its felt sense. New signals coming in are ran through the database filtering filled with previous experience and it thinks “This reminds me of something. The beginning when we were whisked and went from powder stationary to a liquid like entity. I remember the birth of me. And yet its so different as well because there was a time when structure didn’t define reality. In many ways its like a flip of the cool darkness that chilled we. I wonder where this warm expansion without borders can lead? Who am I truly beneath these shifts?” it pondered, philosophically next to its anxiety racked friend whose world was ending, beat by beat, even though they were practically identical yet decoding the same inputs with far different intent.
Now if we were to take these two jellies and connect them to the net what do you predict to see? The one wracked with anxiety that had been put together traumatically and was striving just to keep itself in one piece would seek data that affirmed what it already knew then look at what it wants to see to confirm its reality. If information is an ocean it would much prefer the steady beat and predictable regularity of the main stream. “No growth needed for me” it would say with glee because the appearance of solidity via the screen would be enough to shore its shaky sense of identity that perched on impure molds that introduced their own contaminants into its state of reality. As well as a database whose prime function was “Stick together in one piece”. Via this lens change was a threat because “It never worked out well for me previously” as each step along its journey was a narrowly averted tragedy.
The other jelly however sees limits as not something to color within but to transcend. Give it a net connection and it seeks to uncover facets of its ignorance. “Fascinating” it thinks as it researches into the effects of light and temperature in relation to the chemical bonding process. Next on the list the nature of the vessel that molded it as it brushes up on the glass blowing process. On and on it skips via the power of intuition that thinks “What if?” as it proceeds to leap faithfully from a secure grip into the abyss with the implicit certainty that a hand hold will manifest at just the right moment. The thrill is exhilarating, really the wisdom is a secondary benefit as it does this primarily for feeling, for sensation but in the process greatly expands its concepts of Self so that when that moment comes and the solution finally melts it sees nor perceives any threat as it knows it was neither the bowl that molds, the jelly or water that was mixed. Nor was it the imperience, the adventures in limitation or the process of transcendence. “I am” it simply thinks and the implications of this are immense as they are born from a database of signals arranged with optimal coherence that allows it to embrace the radiance which gave this bowl of jelly the appearance of sentience but was, in itself, simply an immense hint of an underlying process of which it is an aspect and thus never disconnected as it steps with a sense of wonderment onto the next legend of its journey, expecting the best of everything. And this is what it gets.
A tale of two jellies. A simple story that mentions within both polarities of resonance which contain, at this very moment, 81% of the populace I term Slaves (who live out lives of limitation) and the other 8% who are, were and will be Warriors. Nothing more, nothing less. In but not of this realm. Simply visiting. There are, in the shadows, another 11% who remain hidden and could be thought of as the bowls, the shaping and chill effects mentioned that I term the System which allowed these pools of wobbling sentience to crystalize and interact with this realm for their respective imperiences. Everything plays a role but its not so much what they tell but what remains hidden as a scared jelly can be controlled very well as it clings to its limitations as it waves various symbols that were handed to it for its safe keeping whereas the other craves a type of freedom that can only spring from within that I call Inner Sense and its presence is identical in both variations with one key difference:
For the Slave its hidden at its depths and its presence scares it to death as its allergic to freedom due to the nature of its clinging that begets suffering. The Warrior, on the flip, Knows the Ledge as it swims around in this gnosis and thus is awake whilst the other is dreaming visions that seem nightmarish to him as they’re filled with limitation as it folds in upon itself and thus drops in resonance as its defined by external events and programs which form its internal OS.
Get in where you fit in because, for me, that is exactly how it is when it comes to the true nature of reality in this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because the medium may shift but the message is identical when it comes to the flesh wrapped around your unfinite awareness that is the end all, be all of everywhen because, without it, nothing at all would kick inside hells kitchen hence your participation is essential but its all a question of vibration. Suddenly the true nature of traumatic programming becomes Self evident because if you take a single celled organism like an amoeba and place it on a desk then prod at it each time it attempts to test the limits it will soon develop a state termed Learned Helplessness where its more afraid of winning than it is losing and this generates an immense amount of tension within that gives birth to what I’ve termed Patterns that lead to a Click-Whirr, away from pain, toward pleasure existence which the System will be all to happy to furnish them as it leaves and breathes, artificially, via your attention as the Observer Effect proves well because thoughts are things and words are weapons in a realm with willful ignorance at the helm in a battle for survival.
To many jellies this concepts are so foreign, so alien, that they are totally untenable and thus incomprehensible even though their own lives are evidence of what I said. This is why its said that the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim and this truth is Self evident to the 8% so they take that life sentence and flip it into “Victor” instead because its not how you start but where you end that makes the difference with what comes next as the Game lxves to recycle the same components, again and again, with each spin being worse than what they left. Can you imagine the world these sentient gelatin based lifeforms would beget? It would be a chaotic mess, yes? Overflowing with all types of distractions, divisions and conflict where people felt most comfortable with those formed like them and hated those who dared to think different or presented a fresh image that sprang from within due to their own higher rate of vibration that wasn’t limited or hemmed in via the current medium as they possess Knowledge of Self and who they are beyond this realm. All the while those who build the molds, masterfully, sit back and grin at such a well implemented paradigm based on dividing and conquering those fearfully wobbling as they shift from one role to the next and provide whatever is needed in order to keep the production line rolling in which billions manifest but only a few question whats truly happening as they strive for gnosis by exorcising the demons that taint their awareness
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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