They say there can be no initiation without the risk of death being present. That, to me, now makes loads of sense when I look at what I was and am becoming as the difference between the pre and post is on a whole nother octave of expression. Have you ever seen how a tree grows? The inside attempts to transcend the outer limits of the shell wrapped around it and thus the bark splits in order to accommodate the shift.
Thats exponential growth after a near death experience, in a nutshell. The revelation of what was otherwise hidden. Muscle building works just like this as done any other habit or skill ranging from driving a car to juggling. In many ways you could say this is the blueprint of life in this realm. Sadly, many people are in a state of arrested development that is akin to the old bonsai tree thing because (without the external limits placed upon it) what is within is identical to its fully formed expression.
In retrospect all of my life was building to this event and it was going to have its actualization in one of two scales. Either I would be the one handing out the death or I would be on the receiving end of the business. I’m glad I had the wisdom in the moment to make the wisest decision even if what followed was a maelstrom of emotion and energetics that left me hanging onto my flesh by the faintest golden thread. “Ah, thats me!” I said as I floated around in the abyss and came face to face with my Self that is eternal and immaterial. Actually, lets back up for a bit because nothing exists in a vacuum and there was a precursor event to this:
If you were into lifting in the early double ohs you’ll know, quite well, about the preworkout phenomenon. If energy drinks give one a hit then these bad boys were akin to smoking rocks. Or meth. Actually, the latter is quite accurate as they got banned, pretty quick, due to using derivate compounds that had much in common with said substance. The feeling of training on them was immense. You literally had limitless strength as you’d unlocked reserves of energetics you were previously unaware you possessed. Needless to say, personal bests were obliterated during the reign of these supps and the muscular growth was magnificent. How does this link into my near death experience? Simple:
One fine spring day I’d been heavily training chest and had got to the point where I simply could not push out another rep. My upper muscles were pumped and yet I was still raring to go so I decided I’d run home instead of driving. See the logic? Anywhen, that I did (at full belt) in order to get the excess of the preworkout out of my system and thus I unlocked the door whilst quivering as I was absolutely starving and needed to be fed. “First I’ll get fresh” I said, inside my head, and whilst getting undressed I flopped down on my bed as I was totally exhausted after much intense exertion. Thats when something quite strange happened. You ever walked up the steps and expected another there that wasn’t present? Well, take that imperience and flip it into this:
I flopped down on the bed, eyes closed, and just kept falling and falling. It felt like it was endless. A void or abyss would describe it best. Thankfully I was no stranger to mapping my awareness and thus remained Centered in Self as it was happening so I took it all in with a sense of wonderment at what was unfolding. Who I was on Earth, the life I’d lived, the guy lying on bed – all vanished. I was somewhen else. A place that was far more real and authentic. I knew it well but couldn’t quite state the rhyme or reason for where I found my Self yet. Looking around in the darkness I became aware of an immense radiance, shining, that was colored with a hue that doesn’t exist in this realm. A luminescent iridescence of pure sentience describes it best but that doesn’t capture the shimmer and sense of presence that was effortlessly flowing through my awareness now separated from the flesh and the five sensory limits provided by this three dimensional realm. This was a full on multi-modality thing. I knew, intuitively, I was this. Before, during and after the flesh. Imagine if you’d spent your lifetime looking at pictures and mistaking those flat Two D representations for reality itself and then, instead, were plunged into the actual event and thus could feel the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair and sand under your feet as you took in the feel of a kiss being placed upon your lips that grin as you’re fully present in the moment with her slender limbs draped around your neck as you sense the beat of the heart in her chest that your presence makes swell with pure affection and attraction via electromagnetic activation and holographic resonance. Live and direct. Then amp this up by infinity and you still wouldn’t be close to how it felt.
Coming face to face with my faceless presence is simply indescribable because it was all underpinned with an immense sense of Knowing. I knew I was this. I knew I was perfect. I knew I was eternal. What followed next in this exchange, or recalibration to be more accurate, is a private thing but I shared it as it links to what happened during my near death experience as we met again that I detailed, elsewhen. I strongly suspect this is why what we call ghosts exist in this realm because they are from Souls that have died without Knowing the Ledge and thus are quite surprised to find themselves feeling much like they did when wearing flesh but now in a totally different frame of reference. As I was taking in the scene and marveling at the fact that I can see via ten eighty degree vision that extends beyond dimensions I felt a wave permeate this ribbon of consciousness that shared the awareness:
“He is dying”.
Just like that. Not words. An observation. No emotional investment or lofty proclamation. Just a statement.
One of the weirdest things about all of this was looking at my own countenance from a third person perspect as he was rapidly expiring and losing vital fluids. At that moment the earthbound aspect of me (that is a fractal expression of this pure awareness. A state I call the Witness) did raise a protest. “Nope, not happening. We’ve came too far and been through too much to call this the end. You’re a Soul with a mission to uplift the collective so lets get back to the flesh as this will still be here at the end of our spin and the aim is to sprinkle some wisdom in this realm before hearting to the exit”.
In a flash I was back in my body and it was fighting for dear life. Later on, whilst introspecting, I noticed that the event that bought me back from a higher realm was my forefinger automatically circling my upper lip. Did you know that if you do that to an epileptic having a fit it also snaps them back to a regular state of embodiment? Interesting, yes? This was then rapidly followed up by quite a few intuitive movements that I later discovered were akin to jumpstarting the radiant circuits within that I’ll soon be sharing as they are a really, really great way of changing how you feel and keeping the change. The aftermath of this was so intense that I can only refer to animation in order to share the message:
You ever seen those cartoons were a character literally jumps out of their skin?
That is exactly how it felt. Exactly. I was now between both worlds. Up the creek without a paddle, or so it seemed. Like I said, no true initiation comes without the risk of death because otherwise its just pretend and only one who has leapt into the abyss can truly claim to Know the Ledge. In that respect I owe great honor and respect to my friends who arranged all of this in secret via various illicit shenanigans and behind the scenes maneuvering. I do also wonder about all of the Souls that met a terrified end doing this or wound up as in patient schizophrenics, heavily sedated, while trying to put together the pieces of what just happened. More on this later as I had many a revealing conversation in various insane asylums with those who intuited I was “One of them… But different”. Like I said, my adventure in the flesh has been most interesting and it just keeps improving in ways I can’t currently imagine in every metric.
See, one of lifes greatest secrets is that the flesh isn’t where it begins or ends. Its simply a waypoint of a process of condensing. See what I wrote previously about the snowman being scared of melting and you may catch my drift. On a more mundane aspect this is the same process that kicks each night as you drift as various circuits go offline in order for you return to your source and then get plugged back in again on rising. This is why you may get up some times seeming less than perfect and say things like “I just don’t feel like my Self. Must be the way I slept”. Man often trips over great truths in this realm. Sadly most dust themselves off, pay it no mind and get back on with the business of living. Not me.
It seemed my first trip beyond the flesh where I’d pushed my body beyond the limits and became pure spirit in the process was a trailer to this feature presentation. Thing is now I had to find a way to fix my ravaged energetics that had been ripped to shreds in the process. Getting back to the deal it felt like some force had swung an immense axe at my family tree and all that remained before the “Timber!” yell was the tiny sliver of bark holding on that refused to give in. That, as I’d later find, was the child within. Actually, I’m grinning as I type this because the gift of that reconnection was so immense and wonderful because he knew way more that I could ever imagine and that strength currently dwells within each Adulterated Soul in this realm and that realignment with Inner Sense could be said to be the intent of the willhelpme project of which you are now a participant because life without this gnosis is akin to wearing a welders mitt and wondering why your sensations have dimmed. Or looking at flat pictures in lieu of the direct imperience. That pesky Mind Made Prison strikes again!
If I could pick up your Witness now, where it is in that well worn groove of the record of your life performance, and switch it back to the state of Inner Sense you’d get, in an instant, what I meant. What I’ve been pondering today is if that is even possible without dancing with death as I did? If not then there is no point in all of this but, on the flip, I strongly suspect that the tools and methods I’ve developed in the oh so lucky thirteen years between now and then can be of immense help to anyone who wishes to truly feel alive again. See, the saddest thing about reality, as it is, is that most people are running around with a very badly programmed internal OS in their heads that is almost entirely disconnected from their chest and abdominal intelligence. These I call the Three Kingdoms. Just bringing these back online gifts a world of difference to the previous version of you that will seem dumbed down and numbed out in comparison. Life is simply more vivid.
They say that which doesn’t kill simply exists to reveal a strength one didn’t know they possessed until the meeting. Of this I can attest because one of the most intriguing things about this event was it took all my theoretical research and ponderings and made them extremely visceral yet totally metaphysic as well. Non dual, I believe they call it. In the world, but not of it. As such how can one harbor any ill will toward the ruffians that plotted my end by posing as friends whilst being secretly hell bent on my destruction and exit from this realm before my mission could truly begin? It also offers immense hints about the fact that there is a force that is far superior and yet more subtle that favors my mission so lets keep on keeping on because the feature presentation is about to begin and I can safely say you will remember these events for the rest of your lives.
That sentient light that I mentioned is you, in essence. From one incarnation to the next you are truly playing hide and seek with your Self except the tale in your head changes from one spin to the next and you keep chasing it on the psychosocial treadmill the System designed and built in order to profit from your ignorance and suffering. That is just one way of playing the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and there are many, many alternatives. The Path of Power is one such thing. A collection of insights, methods and tools for reality testing and changing your wavelength in ways that are as palpable as they are ineffable as everything changes yet remains the same as you are now decoding instead of being encoded. That old peri/telescope strikes again! Actually that makes me think of two things I’ll share before I jet:
First, there is a programming language to this reality that I’ll share using the metaphor of a mansion with nine party guests in fancy dress that make up your adventure in the flesh. Everyone is ran by this as its the basis of their existence and why their life is as it is. This is testable, mappable and empirically verifiable hence reality is scripted and free will is an illusion. Actually, its a muscle that one must build. You can think of it as DLC, not standard equipment but worth investing in. Second, they say that babies only have two fears when they step in. One is loud noises and the other is falling. Know why this is? Its because of the real big bang that happens when sperm meets egg and this is a hyper dimensional process. Imagine a Yin/Yang split of complementary opposites, currently disconnected and thus still potential, in which the heavenly light shines into earthbound darkness at your moment of inception stealthily getting bound together by 8 golden threads that will form the axis around which this duality spins. The thunder cracks when it links and the illumination is immense as that which is unfinite is now being wound around cells that engage in mitosis in order to form the flesh you’ll wear to interact with this realm as your consciousness rushes toward this dimension via the resonance being built by that which will house it for this spin of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits.
This is the same glow that I mentioned from my near death experience. The same one that makes pregnant women seem illuminated from within and shines from the eyes of all children (Remember, we are all Warriors when we step in) before they’re Adulterated by the machinations of the System and become mere fragments of themselves running on the psychosocial treadmill with the rest. Liberation from this by the consideration of another perspective to recode your internal OS is all the Path of Power is offering:
A way to become more of your Self.
Not theoretical hypotheticals or metaphysical navel gazing, let the dead bury the dead with that mess. Actual methods and things you can implement here, now, in order to make an immense difference when it comes to your embodiment and wavelength. Here’s your starter for ten:
Find a spoon that is made from a magnetic metal. Take said implement and rub it around in circles and figure 8s on the soles of your feet before you go to bed for a few minutes each. See if you notice the difference. For best results do it again upon rising and any time you feel less than vibrant and after twenty one consecutive rays of this new habit I’m quite certain you’ll notice a shift in your baseline awareness. Say, think you may tread upon a “Soul” that hold the keys to “Heal” for a reason?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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