Some people say this place is a flawed creation designed by an incompetent that traps Souls in thick sheaths of ignorance and then seems to take immense pleasure in torturing them whilst charging for each and every step and that may be true. What is also genuine is the statement that the sheer thrill of discovery, learning and mastery – in and of itself – is a huge buzz that is only possible in this realm ergo heaven and hell are here. They have their basis in your mindset and how you relate to the present moment itself which is, sadly, the gift many leave unwrapped during their adventure in the flesh as they’re too busy beating themselves up in their head about past regrets or future stress, most of which never happened. Such a strange state of affairs, and yet, thats exactly how it is. From my lens at least, your mileage could (and should) vary. Actually, that makes for an interesting tangent:
Many folks don’t think like this because they rearrange socially sanctioned chunks of Thunk instead as I’ve previously mentioned and thus, for them, this could be the blasphemous ravings of a deranged lunatic but the wise once said:
“Before you complain about the dirt under my seat why not push the broom under your own pew?”. Its amazing what you may discover when it clicks that one finger pointing out at the so called problem also hint at the three aimed at the true cause so look within and tell me if you find any resonance or a totally different image of how we came to wear the flesh as you make sense of the concepts the world handed to you, back when, and most accepted, verbatim. I didn’t. Never have and never will thanks to the superpower of Inner Sense which tends to examine everything at depth with a curiousness that is intense thanks to having no limits in my head. Granted for many this is a bridge too far that isn’t mapped on any tech they possess ergo they maroon themselves on an island of ignorance when enlightenment always was an option. Just not for them on this level, by their own admission, hence they make up the 81% that accept that being unplugged equals death and its all thanks to the vagaries of the System that did a number on their head, back when, to render them a living hostage. Back on topic:
Heaven and hell are here. They are literally states of being. Two men are standing on a wet terrace, watching a football team kick around an object of fascination that is made of hexagrams and pentangles to approximate a circular form. Great occult truths are hidden in plain sight for the eyes of the wise. In this case the one dressed in red is totally fascinated and yells for his team as he stands, taking it all in. His nerves are filled with all types of signals and the adrenaline dumps as the dopamine hits when the ball finds its target in the back of the net. He leaps, he yells, they score. “Goaaaaalllllll!!!!!” rushes past his lips that are twisted in a huge grin as the entire terrace erupts in celebration. All except one, that is.
His friend, dressed in blue, came along for “God knows what reason. Its cold, actually freezing. I’m soaked to the skin. I can’t stand this Game. It makes no sense and seems vaguely homoerotic and frankly its totally boring. I’d rather be anywhere than here at this moment” he states, whist shivering.
Did you see what just happened?
The external circumstance in both cases was identical and yet their private inner realms were actually heaven and hell. For the die hard fan the great British weather is part and parcel of the equation and what makes the post match celebration with a few ales so amazing because of the contrast it brings. He feels larger than life, connected with the rest who stand on the terraces, yelling, as his mind imagines its him out there kicking the ball and leading the team to a triumphant win which simply sets them up for their next challenge and has the the entire pub buzzing even more than the alcohol they drink as they’re toasting. For the dude in the blue, however, all he could think about was how boring it is and totally moronic to be that caught up in something that has no appeal to him. All of his discomforts were at the fore as he felt soaked to the skin with his teeth chattering as he wondered why the hell he signed up for this experiment. And yet, at the same time, same place, same situation his kin was as close to heaven as he’d been, for a moment.
Isn’t that interesting? I think it is because it offers huge insights into the human condition as well as food for consideration about the purpose of entertainment along with the deep tribal aspects of conflict, unification and the thrill of triumph whilst besting an Opponent by making him your Victim. Even if its by proxy in this example and you, directly, have done none of this. Such is the power of imagination, projection and identification and these three were totally lacking in Mr Blue who thought the rest standing were a bunch of tools:
“Overgrown manchildren, inept fools!” he says as he sits around a table with his friends playing a Game of Dungeons and Dragons. For him this fantasy is as real as it gets as he’s totally invested in this endeavor but cannot draw the links between how and why Mr Red would scream and yell on a wet terrace when he chooses to wet his whistle via a different wavelength. And yet, to us, observing, there is far more in common with each of their preference as the function stripped of form is nigh on identical.
See why I’ve said we’re in a fractal, my friend? How there is but one shape that keeps endlessly repeating and its vision differs upon your perspective and how upping your resolution is the best thing that can happen as then you comprehend that it all takes place in your awareness and thus you are an exceedingly potent slice of life that is aligned with the Prime, the pre-existing, nameless and formless that is pure consciousness at it best that is currently attached to your flesh (that modulates its imperience, as seen in the example) and does strange things with time via the power of attention. Actually, thats a valid point so lets dive in:
Mr Blue on the terrace felt like the match would never end whereas for his friend the ninety minutes flew by with a quickness. Its the same with talking to an attractive women versus being trapped in a lift. The same principle is at play when we’re dreaming as we can fit many lifetimes and their own adventures into a few minutes in REM and the implications of this are quite interesting as, once again, we can Witness heaven or hell from the comfort of our beds in the privacy of our heads and then rise, shining, as we comprehend it was just another figment of our imagination. That is exactly how death is. Just like this. Lets bring Mr Blue and Mr Red into the mix:
The former is so attached to this realm that leaving it, his team, his friends and family as well sounds like his own personal hell. Sure, he is a bit religious at major events or when he has a problem but, aside from that, god is low on his totem pole of things he classes as important. He’s an average gent that likes the standard things and was never one for quiet introspection and frankly couldn’t care less about most things that don’t involve having a drink and spending time with his friends (usually talking about sport whilst doing none themselves) as he is a social animal.
Mr Red, on the flip, is what we’d term an Incel. He has never had a girlfriend, has a limited circle that is just like him and thus they escape into the world of fantasy via Games as a collective and indulge in vast quantities of porn, alone, on the reg. To him life is hell because he gets that a few more millimeters of bone, some better skin, a lower body fat percentage and five extra inches on his penis with the same added to his height as well would have got him all the chicks instead of spending his life rolling dice with a bunch of nerds then investing the rest in masturbating. To him there isn’t much to keep him attached to this realm because he can’t help but shake the feeling the deck was rigged and whoever is in charge of it hates him and wants to see him miserable so when he meets his death he is more than glad to relinquish the life that never gave him a thing beyond the torturous dread of being involuntarily celibate.
During that time when both of these Souls dance in the belts of radiation of the magnetosphere we’ll notice an immense different in this subjective imperience as one will be effortlessly stripped of that which he willingly relinquishes as of this realm whilst the other will fight, tooth and nail, to hold onto his concepts that he used to define him Self.
Interesting, isn’t it. Fractals, everywhen, recollect?
You can take this scale and apply it anywhere you wish and I’m confident the answers will be identical ergo this may just be the universal constant that none can deny once grokked as its implications are Self evident. Welcome to the Game of Souls, my friend, where heaven and hell are ways of responding to your inner realms as they dance with external events and circumstances which are, fundamentally, a projection which you consume via your consumption with it. Not for nothing did the ancients come up with the term Ouroboros which has a snake biting its tail as it forms into a circle I call the wheel of time for ye are it. Examine:
Isn’t that interesting? From a Fourth Dimensional perspective this is your life, in a nutshell. Can you see why I’ve said free will is an illusion because those tracks are etched like a song on a record as your Soul moves the needle of awareness through the vinyl and your flesh plays the song of your life to your awareness via the flesh and the rest. Granted, once you increase your res, you notice the vinyl actually has depth and how there are alternate versions of the song etched on the record if you can shift the wavelength of the needle and, magically, the life you live can flip as well. Amazing, isn’t it? Just one of the many gifts hidden in the present that many blues and reds will never unwrap whilst living. Much like the Yin Yang spins the Soul who awakens the Warrior within intuits the still bit in the mid around which everything spins and says “I am that” as they walk the Path of Power in its golden radiance via becoming Centered in Self and thus shift beyond these subjective whims we call hell and heavenly into something far more abstract and yet, paradoxically, realer than real.
Won’t you come dance with me in the higher wavelengths of actualized potential beyond the blue and red as well as those purple pimps I call the Slave/Masters that know all about this but keep it hid by foisting states of hypnosis on the rest for their own fun and merriment. That, I suppose, is their Game whilst mine is “Get free or thrive trying” and this mindset is much to their chagrin because each Soul that gains gnosis can jet from this realm, should they wish, and this affects their balance sheet in the end because, make no mistake, its all business for them. Such is the way of the pyramid whereas I’m a man of the circle – without beginning or end – but, should I choose, to borrow that ninety degree angle of spin that keeps the higher dimensions hidden to all except babes, the elderly and kittens then the spiral is created and with it ascent that goes far beyond this three ring circus of the flesh in which most are so plugged in that these concepts may sound like metaphysically gibberish and not something they can actually live.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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