Would you rather die in ignorance of your true enemy or know the truth whilst living? Think carefully because this simple question can lead to a lot of unraveling of what you truly do and just make believe in order to keep an uneasy peace between the real you and a piece you’d rather not acknowledge or comprehend. Like I said, think at depth before proceeding and thoroughly marinate your consciousness in the question.
For example, you may be the doting father of three great children and have never really paid attention to the fact that one of them has a cleft chin, a feature neither you nor your missus possesses so from whence was it inherited? Did one fly over the cuckoos nest whilst you were away working that long weekend, back when? Would you rather know or live and die in ignorance due to the consequences of what may happen?
This is just one example. There are billions I could pick but I’m sure you get the gist. It doesn’t even have to be as abhorrent. It can, and often is, far more subtle. Case in point there was a girl who was popular at school and always got attention because she was not only pleasant to the eye but other senses as well. She had a best friend who stuck with her through thick and thin and whose, in her mind at least, loyalty was unquestioned. “You know its strange when I think about it” she said, looking in her direction. “We’ve been around each other since nursery and yet only became friends once High School was in session. Weird, isn’t it? How come we never spoke much before then?”. Her friend gave a knowing smile, a small shrug and said “Who knows? Who cares? Whats important know is we’re besties till the end so when the world is against you just know I’ll stand next and do whatever I can to be of assistance”. “Aww!” said the girl with the broken leg as she grinned. “You truly are the greatest friend a girl could ever get”.
Little did she know that one can smile and smile and be a villain, as someone once said as that seeming selfless heart housed a dark secret that had been occulted from her vision. From the viewpoint of one girl things were perfect and the other was in agreement but thats only because her Victim never even suspected the true nature of her Opponent. See, even though they’d been around each other since they set foot in the System the popular girl hadn’t wanted anything to do with the stereotypical social reject. “She’s so popular, everyone wants to be her friend. I hate her so much” said the girl with the kind of vehement intent and direct expression of emotion that children bring to the surface with ease when they feel slighted.
This girl, on the other hand, was pretty much an NPC from the jump. Nothing special, not that much attention. No one would notice if she was present or missing from a session but she certainly felt the difference between how even the teachers fawned over their little darling whose life seemed so effortless in comparison. Little did she realize then that it was precisely this type of thinking (which she had in turn inherited as babies learn not what is said but what is felt via their parents example then imitate it) that caused her to seem almost invisible. The universe is mental, remember this, your circumstances are a projection of your consciousness. Sure, this can be a bitter pill to swallow for those who like blaming everyone and thing (due to being strangers to Self. After gnosis its obvious) but the truth doesn’t need to wear a fancy dress and slippers to make an impression or be lauded and paraded because it knows what it is, even if you forget.
To this lonely little girl the other was a symbol. A beacon of intensely focused hatred that simmered beneath the surface and as they progressed it just got worse and worse because she did everything she imagined from being the lead in the school play as well as dancing and singing. “Argh! She’s always the center of attention” she thought to herself as her milk teeth were grinding in tension. Thing is, her grandmother was a crafty witch and when the child confessed what she felt to her one fine evening she looked at her progeny with a grin and said “Child, you have been given a gift. Let me show you how to nurture it”. Thus began her introduction into a side of life most don’t suspect or even believe is real. Even though Harry Potters success shows there is an immense itch to be scratched within most folks subconscious… Our choices tell the truth even when our mind tries to hide this. Know thy Self.
The bitter old lady who had spent her entire life weaving spells that wrought various forms of hell for those caught in her web relished the concept of pouring her system into the minds of her grandchildren but her daughter had forbidden her from doing such a thing. “Do what thou wilt” she replied with a grin and had taken this statement from the child as a free will invitation and she intended to take full advantage of the situation and so the training begins.
I won’t bore you with the details but the child was taught some tricks and ways of influencing outcomes as well as studying her Victim like a hunter with one left in the blick. “Everything has to be perfect, until then pay attention”. She built up her arsenal with a old hair clip that still had some strands of her locks within that she’d dropped whilst playing. Some gum she chewed. Her favorite pen. Slowly but surely she prepped her weapons of resonance.
One day, toward the end of Middle School, there was a bake sale event. She spent all night in the kitchen with her grandmother who was showing her how to place her intent inside the cakes. The details of the spell don’t need to be referenced as they’re irrelevant but also quite effective ways of tampering with the free will of another human being. “After all, you are what you eat and soon little Miss Perfect will be munching then thinking “You are my best friend”” cackled the old witch. “She won’t know what hit her. Its going to be amazing!” said the future occultist in training.
“Mmm! These are delish. Butterfly cakes are my favorite and the icing is incredible. Wow!” said her Victim as she came to her table and tried the samples placed on a plate with the message “Made with our secret ingredient”. Such a subtle but clever warning because it was designed to draw in, not repel, even though the latter option made far more sense. If only she knew what went on behind the apron. “I had no idea you had such skills. These cakes are absolutely enchanting!” she continued as she made her purchase. As did her friends that were constantly surrounding and the little witch in training took it all in with a grin. Misson accomplished.
“It worked! It worked! It worked!” she said as she ran around her grandmothers house laughing as she kept retelling the tale of what had happened. The rest just felt inevitable because when they started High School next year she chose to sit next to her as the witch wore her old clip on her head and had stuck her chewed gum under the desk before she came in as part of her wicked web weaving as she twirled her pen between her fingertips. And from there on they went, inseparable.
“Here” she said “I made you some Italian chicken soup whilst you’re healing”. “Ah, my favorite. What would I do without you? You truly are amazing. I’m so lucky to have such an awesome best friend who has got my back like this”. “Well, tuck in, I made it filled to the brim with my lxve and attention”.
Once again, she wasn’t lying. Take that four letter word used for affection and flip it to see what was hidden in the spells she was weaving.
One of the things I’ve said, and will again, is that the friends we possess often prevent us from accessing the ones we truly needed and were intended to be meeting. Its a very slick and interceptive trick that doesn’t always need the craft of a witch or various other forms of manipulative aspects. In many ways humans in this realm are akin to chess pieces on a board that are totally unaware of their role as well as the hyper dimensional operators that modulate their consciousness for their own ends from beyond their limited perceptions. Just a little free Game for the moment but lets get back to the topic:
If you were she would you want to know your “best friends” secret? The broken leg wasn’t the first injury she’d sustained since they’d met. Nor would it be the end of her misfortune. The worse things would get the more she would cling to the one that was actually doing it and thus the true source of her problems was what she claimed as her salvation. Ironic, isn’t it? Yet this is so exceedingly common you could say its a fundamental blueprint of coming to this realm. The implications of this one are interesting but only if you’re capable of comprehending the scope of the message.
Would you want to know? How could you even take it? Using the scales of emotion her investment in her friend was immense and she simply never linked the preponderance of calamitous events that started stacking up since she decided to befriend her. If you asked her why she did this she’ll pick some fanciful reason like “The seat next to her wasn’t taken” or “I liked the desk by the window” as well as “Those cakes really were delicious so she already had my attention. Who cares, why are you asking?”.
The best tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim because when the point comes where you are questioned on your investment you have poured so much in that the weight of energetics is immense and its hard to see beyond the perceptual filters that were manipulated to first get you into this. Its a classic long con trick where the pieces are moved like chess. Each one is subtle and individual because they are thinking way ahead so you don’t see the threat coming until you’ve been checkmated. Dangerous combination, cons and chess.
See, this girl never seemed to click that there could be a common denominator with her nearly constant stream of hardships. Relationships that seemed to be going well that would suddenly end, leaving her heartbroken as she turned to her friend who heaped on flavorsome comfort with her rock solid presence as well as the numerous odd blips like when she auditioned for a part, it all seemed certain, they were super excited and on the verge of celebrating when they called back and said they’d went in another direction. “Can you believe this?” she said as they sat in their PJs pouching homemade ice cream her flatmate had just whipped. “Look at this basic bish! They went with a knock off version of me instead? What the F?” said the wannabe celeb, indignant. “I know, I know. Their loss anyway, you would have been perfect in it. More fool them for not seeing your greatness”. “Aww, thanks. This ice cream is delish, can you get me another dish?” she added as she handed her best friend what she’d emptied whilst staring at the set and thus didn’t notice her subtle grin because the witch felt pleased with herself.
This is why the ancestors said “Never eat anything you didn’t prep“. To take it to another level what do you think happens whilst you’re mindlessly chomping and allowing your consciousness to be saturated via messages from your television if not the same thing? Die in ignorance of your true enemy or know the truth whilst living? That is the question.
There are some many variables, so many pieces that it can all seem overwhelming when one actually starts doing the Knowledge as the implications are earth shattering. In the case of this girl her Opponent was thought as best friend and thus it would be nigh on impossible with a standard level of consciousness to draw the links. After all, the meaning of occult is “hidden”. I’ve said its a Game of three halves for a reason, ya dig? “She’s always been there for me since day one! How dare you even suggest it. When my parents got divorced she was a huge help and she always encourages me in everything. Shame on you for even thinking this. Plus her food is delicious, you really should try it. Why not meet her instead of saying these hurtful things?”. No. Thank. You.
Its far better to see a problem from a distance then keep it moving the other way but some have to fall into the hole they themselves dig in order to gain the experience of escaping it. What if the architect of said problem lined the rut with velvet and offered room service? How many would even consider leaving then? Why they’d think whoever suggested this is actually a problem must be a certified idiot. A hater of life and its greatness for even saying such things because their senses present a world that they are quite content with. Only because they don’t know the alternative. Such are the perils of a life unexamined…
Lets pretend the girl developed the mental flex to be able to step outside her (false) self and peruse the timelines of potential as actualized by the question “Are you the best or wackest version of your Self?“. As she flits along the stream she sees how the casting went different. “Her audition was amazing. She’s got it. We should not only make her the lead but offer her a full time contract as well because she’s sure to make it big with her looks and personality as well”. They call back that evening and tell her she’s in. As she watches this version of herself she notices the differences. She lives at home. Her parents are still married and, strangest of all, there is no sign of her best friend. Then, and only then, could she have turned to me and said “I don’t get it. What happened?”.
Its that space, that ability of being able to lift to a higher state of detachment that takes all in the information in versus filtration showing what was expected that makes any true form of growth possible. In that respect its akin to climbing out of the velvet lined rut (or Cave, like Plato said) because once the sun shines on your face its obvious your investment in darkness was actually an illusion and then the Game truly begins as you are out of the grip of a pernicious holding Pattern that causes problems for it to fix in order to keep being needed as it prevents the actualization of your true potential and the deep sense of dissatisfaction this brings.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Die in ignorance of your true enemy or know the truth whilst living? That is the question.
Till we meet again
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