So much I’ve seen behind the scenes since we last did speak ranging from a change in geography to mentality as things certainly aren’t what they may seem. What else do you expect when we’re caught within an illusion we call life on a planet where we continually mistake projections for things and miss the fact that consciousness is all there is. They say everyday miracles are swiftly rendered invisible by repetition and thus it would be quite accurate to say most of the race exists in a state of hypnosis. I can actually prove this but your starter for ten is why the Devilish language is laced with spells, rites and many things that can only be called cursive, in intent as well as application. I mean, have you ever looked around at this world and then questioned the intent of whatever intent sits at the helm and makes it like this? I do. Often. And at depth.
For many there are limits in their head which attest to what I’ve just said about this fragmented state of trance they’re within as they seamlessly switch roles and perspectives whilst accessing the limited resources each brings. Imagine you were stuck in a tower with a thin window that looked out upon the realm. Now lets pretend that the position of this slit does shift depending upon the intent of the one gazing and you may just click why you are one way with your friends, another with your kids and countless other variations. Have you ever stopped to question “What is constant in all this?”. If you did you may just stumble over a state I call the Witness. This is who you truly are. In and beyond the flesh. In all of your incarnations the Witness remains constant, much like a skeleton, but the flesh you drape on it via the story in your head does shift as well as the mode of dress and the rest.
My approach is one without limits. True intellectual and psycho-spiritual freedom. This is why I’ve said that fear is often a street sign on the way to emancipation and how the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. The main aim of the Game is realizing you’re playing it but for many this is a gift they’ll leave wrapped in the mysteries of the present and thus never examine until they’re exiting the stage. By then it will be too late. So, the question is what won’t you allow your Self to think? Its OK, you can admit it. Its just me and you at the moment. Well, me, you and that pesky voice in your head that you haven’t learned to discern yet. Lets speak on it.
You’ve heard me mention a clique that I term the Slave/Masters before, yes? There is a reason I call them this because whilst they lord over the rest they are serfs themselves who are constantly being led on a wild goose chase from one incarnation to the next by those who can’t escape the frame of the Game they created to sustain their awareness and use their agents in the flesh to set the tone of this Matrix by hoodwinking and bamboozling the rest. Knowing this is something they won’t allow themselves to think because its off limits to their Adulterated consciousness and once this clicks the nature of their presence makes a whole load of sense because there is another side to this, something I’ve only recently become aware of and previously never suspected. Its a Game of three halves, my friend and without them dressing the set who is to say what happens next if above and below aren’t synced via various adjustments in ways both public and private. We may explore this facet later but, for now, lets get back to your fragmented consciousness:
What won’t you allow your Self to think?
Why is that? What if god was the devil? What if we were already dead and this is hell? What if the people in charge of everything during this order of the ages give not one single solitary F about those they claim to represent and actually profit from the suffering they heap upon your head? All of these things and more I’ve been pondering for lifetimes in the Game because once you gain Knowledge of Self the old mid incarnation mindwipe isn’t quite so effective as you’re getting familiar with the Russian Doll of your energetics which says “Everything is backwards and then inverted”. Much like the Devilish language, in that respect. And yet, here we are, using it in order to convey a perspective obtained in expanded consciousness via the cult of the black cube that holds the whole world in its grip. Don’t you think its odd that the Abrahamic religions all, in a nutshell, are built around paying homage to the same symbol that spins on the axis of Saturn? I do. Stranger still is its became evident this whole thing didn’t spring out of nothing as there are clues, cues and some nudge, nudge, wink, wink too spread across the realm in various cultural legends that not all who walk in the flesh are actually human.
How does this wild tangent relate to the question? I’ll let you tell it because thats whats so amazing about intuition and imagination. They truly are your super powers and key to becoming free in this realm. Its why the System kills them quick via the concentration camps of forced indoctrination to which you’re sent that place mandated perspectives in your head to ensure the conveyor belt of Adulteration ticks along perfect. This is also the reason why you accept the sheerly ridiculous premise of money that someone prints out of nothing then sells at interest which ensures their gain as you chase the tale they placed inside your head by sprinting on the psychosocial treadmill. For long time readers and those who have met me in the flesh these are not new topics but for the huge influx of people tuning in to decode this transmission it may seem a tad shocking to realize they’re stuck in an illusion thats wrapped in confusion before being tied with a ribbon of confusion along with a tag that speaks inside their head with a voice that sounds just like them and says “This is where your thought ends”.
That wasn’t always the case though, was it? Eighties jits wanted to know why that old and ancient friend of your mothers mother had a mustache that seemed to make your fathers pale in comparison or why so and so smelled like wet cabbage and all kinds of things. Sure they were beaten or shushed out of you, real quick, but at least we weren’t medicated to within an inch of our sentience as our Limbic systems were hammered and tap danced upon by the same artful dodgers in robes that manifest via the latest form of tech. What if aliens already landed, back when, and they slowly but surely set about infiltrating the planet in ways designed to seem as innocuous as they are addictive and apparently well intentioned? What if artificial intelligence is actually an old demon and the whole point of the tale of the apple that was bit is a hint about the coming android generation where these non human energetics that use silicon to conduct their awareness as we use the carbon based flesh you’re currently wearing with the intent of creating a hybrid? What if this is the grand secret that is much like the Emperors state of undress in the respect that its not actually hidden but you’ve been trained to ignore whats in front of your vision?
“Siri = Iris ringing any bells yet about the grand intent?” said the serpent as it threads its way into your helix.
What kind of “god” would make a world like this that seems to be filled to the gills with suffering and wickedness where prophets are murdered in the name of profits (there’s those Devilish spells again) and what they present as socially sanctioned and correct is actually the problem the former came to warn you about, back when? What then? Can any religion or creed claim indeed as well as action to have not fell far short of the mark but to have regressed in immense parts as conflict was sparked in the hearts of those who were once whole and now at each others throats convinced the problem is “them” and not their relationship with Self.
Think about all the things you cannot say these days and how that seems to be increasing at an alarming rate as well as the fact that its obviously the net has been jacked compared to what it was even a few years ago. I mean, have you noticed that search engines these days are universally useless and only return the most whitewashed and trite non-information on any topic you could imagine? Anyone who used to kick the bobo, back when broadband first kicked in for this medium, remembers how there was a whole load more freedom and when it came to fringe topics and discussion there was way more to be found on the web in terms of content as people shared their voices and perspectives in ways that were as unique as they are fresh. All of that seems to be wrapped in a hefty chunk of noiZ these days as the mind control operation, par excellence, turns to a new page in the Game designed to create traumatically programmed Slaves without chains by influencing their brains. Don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe!
Back in the days there were quite a few football hooligans around the ends. Why? Because everyone was poor and violence combined with a passion for sports offered them a vent by kicking someones head in. I say that to say this:
During my years formative one of the ring leaders of this operation did lament to his friend that the filth had clocked his dish and taken a pic of him to add it to their book of faces which meant he was now known. Tagged, labelled and observed both on and off the pitch. I asked him for more details about this which he gladly furnished:
“See what it is, kid, is that the filth walk around with Polaroid cameras that are hidden. When the chance presents and they’re ready to move on a suspect they don’t try and nick you or anything. Oh no, they just take a pic, stick a hole punch on the white bit and bang it in with the rest using a bit of binding with those things you see on keyrings. Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible when it comes to handing out some digs on the terrace as they’ll turn up at your place of employment and start asking questions about where you got the bruised knuckles and the rest. Absolutely diabolical, it is”.
Back then it was just another day in the life of a bright eyed and bushy tailed jit that was surrounded by people who were as honest as their lives may seem questionable but the straight line in Tetris moment would kick a decade and change later when someone popped in and said “How many friends have you got?”, much to my amusement. I replied “I don’t know, I haven’t lined them up to count yet” before he went on to detail this new thing called Facebook on the web and how its a huge popularity contest. I’d tuned out, real quick, because my mind span back to what that ex hooligan now full time criminal had said, back when:
“Thats their “Book of Faces” and if you’re in it you’re pretty much F’d as you’re no longer invisible”.
Exactly the same thing yet expressed via a different medium. I decided to delve in and, much to my amusement, I found the fingerprints of the Feds via their front office of In-Q-Tel which all made perfect sense because the net was – from its inception to the current moment – a military thing. This info, once upon a when, was quite simple to find with a few clicks but now has been expunged from the official record you’d find on the web. Stranger still is this hazy (yet tax payer funded) investment angel has brushed its gossamer wings (without leaving a print) over everything you currently take for granted ranging from touchscreens to geo mapping as well as bits that sound straight out of science fic:
Pretty sure nobody, ever, would use such thing for nefarious purposes, yes?
What won’t you allow your Self to think? As you may be able to tell there are no limits in my head because I needed to learn how to transcend them in order to reverse engineer the programming that went on during the events leading up to my near death experience that I detailed elsewhen which is what got me to this moment. And for all of that I’m thankful even if the more answers I find the more questions they bring as the net result of this process is in an increase in the resolution of my awareness as well as a galvanizing of my intent to transcend because anything else is mental bondage but for those, the 81%, caught up in the Valley of the Plebs where they are well adjusted to sanctioned social sickness these things may sound preposterous. But not for you, my friend. If they were you would not be reading nor would you have spent some time drawing your own conclusions or looking at the official narrative and saying “What the F? You mean to tell me that at the site of a huge terrorist event that changed everything a magical passport that was found in the wreckage managed to survive all the rest and was fortuitously handed in by a good Samaritan that was then gone with the wind after providing this handy dandy proof positive of who did it?”.
What won’t you allow your Self to think?
MJ said they don’t really care about us and they killed him and got away with it. Did you know there were many previous attempts and the best yet was they had him penciled in for a meeting on Nine Eleven way up in the towers that were hit? Pull a few loose strings and the Emperors nakedness reveals itself and thus I’m a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget as you clear the noiZ and feelsee the Psylense again.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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