Do you remember when it clicked that the folks standing at the head of the class in school were idiots? I mentioned, elsewhen, the whole “Write with your right hand unless you want to get left behind” thing that made me pause and think about the vagaries of this Devilish language but not long after that it seemed Self evident that none of these professed founts of wisdom actually had any passion for schooling because they were actually doing it for a check. Like, zoinks, bud. How am I supposed to learn from someone that gives not one single solitary F about this? Contrast that with career criminals, for example, and you find an immense sense of passion because their life and freedom literally depends on it. Yeah, in retrospect those were pretty strange events in years formative but like a fish born and raised in psychedelic waters you don’t think much about it and just handle your business with whats in front of your vision, yes?
The best teachers are always learning. By that I mean you’re a perpetual student who is constantly refining their perspective. Sadly this state of mind is very rare in this day and age as most make up their minds around age twenty six and then spend the rest of their life running around with a faulty OS in their head that generally makes them miserable. Ask them if they want to change it and they say “Sure!” but try and tell them about it and listen to the space between their shells whistle and not a single drop of wisdom shall make it to their chest. Know why? School disconnected it and this leads back to what I said about passion.
Have you ever learned how to pick a lock? Its really a fascinating thing that requires one to be so intuitive and sensitive because you’re approximating the presence of a key one pin at a time whilst applying just the right amount of tension. The thrill when it opens is immense and its also quite a handy skill should someone find themselves locked out of a building. How about learning how to still your mind and attune to the Psylense that lies around and within the noiZ in your head? Thats an amazing buzz as well because when it clicks you feel a state I’ve termed Inner Sense that is so familiar in its newness. What about learning to sleep properly? The rewards of this one are immense because a great day always begins with the night before which spins into a spiral of constant perfection aka Incremental Betterment.
All of these things are akin to a utility belt of skills that you store within your consciousness to use as and when and thus they aren’t on any official curriculum that simply says “Hey, take this inverted noose, place it round your neck and reflect what we said back on the test and you’ll progress in this realm via taking on more and more debt to impress those as broken (and broken) as your (false) self”. Obviously they say the loud part loud and the rest is quiet kept but that, in a nutshell, is how 81% of the realm were enSlaved via the System.
The best teachers are always learning and in this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits you should be your own leader and your only student. What worked for them may not work for thee so reject genericsim and the whole wannabe thing that is so common by unlearning the crap they pumped in your head by gaining realignment. Take the net, for example:
Its an echo chamber that is designed to be seductive and present a very obvious form of gaslighting via the congregating and promoting of various village idiots and some tentpoling. Told you, this is a three ring (read: dimensional) circus. For some its just clicked what those demonic machine elves slash clown faces which feel like threats are as they ushered you out and in to the ride of your life where your unfinite awareness was draped with skin and you believe the truths your lying eyes tell. Actually, that reminds me. Did you ever see this gem?
Man, this was one of the few times in school I perked up and paid attention and then refused to pipe down because it made absolutely zero sense. I mean, we see a tree, yeah, and its reflected, super quick, but upside down and then flipped before being presented to our senses. The fact that there was a wetware layer in the mid that did this was fascinating to me because how do we know there aren’t more beyond what they said for vision that are steadily augmenting our awareness? Turns out there are. My intuition was correct! Of course the teachers thought I was being a pest by constantly hammering on about this so I was ejected from the class, again, and as I did the George Jefferson to the exit with a grin I was glad as it afforded me time to think at depth:
“Something inside us is manipulating our awareness and the equipment is designed to hide this”.
I returned to this thought again and again and it made me ponder about the true nature of schizophrenics who may actually just be seeing things that are present but stealthily edited. I mean, to a child an imaginary friend is as real and solid as a park bench plus this persona has its own likes, wisdom and influence. Actually, me a three new parents performed a very interesting experiment with their newborn kids that I may detail elsewhen as the implications were fascinating. It all started with me asking them to map the sounds they made and their resulting state in order to create a table of wavelengths so when the kid said this they knew it meant “Do that” and thus they formed a link with their developing consciousness. This experiment grew into something that fascinated one couple and terrified the rest with its implications but it all sprang from a simple observation:
Have you ever seen a baby, just before they hit one, lets say, that is sitting there ranting and raving with immense passion? Its like they’ve got something to say but can’t quite control the form as they wish. Almost like they remember something from a past life and are struggling to tell you facts, real important. Its like watching a man on Ketamine have a transcendental imperience in which life and all of its greatness makes perfect sense through some private revelation that he tries real hard to convey, lucidly. In his brain, via his frame, he shared many great things but for the one looking on and noting he simply drooled on himself with a bit of hand waving. When he came back to Earth and was questioned then asked to explain what happened the state dependent memory kicked in and he found that part inaccessible. Thats what popped into my head when a mother bought her child in and says “I don’t know what the hell he’s jabbering about or what has got into him but he just won’t quit since he got up at Six AM”. I listened intently to the tone and syntax beyond the babbling and noticed that some points were issued as questions and other statements that had body language, emphatic. Intuiting the pitch I responded with similar tones and after a quick conversation the kid smiled and grinned as he totally chilled. Thats what inspired the experiment with the rest as it made me blend a heady mix of disassociatives, schizophrenics and the old fashioned near death experience before being mindwiped and slammed in the flesh again. After all, no child comes here grinning, do they?
The best teachers are always learning and thus, to me, I am a student of the best hence there are no enemies or strangers in my perspect as I gain so much from my interactions with them. Some of the best and most insightful conversations I’ve had have came from the dregs of the social pyramid like heroin addicts who chased a little too much of the dragon and fell into the abyss as well as various other derelicts and incompetents but its the so called unhinged that offered immense amounts of illumination by sharing their perspective. Some of them had maintained codes of silence with their old friends, family and so called medical professionals but let me in the moment we met as we spoke about their revelations. You know I’ve never met a dim schizo. Ever. They always were fiercely intelligent, even with depot injections in their rear ends that did little else but make them easier to handle but that is another topic we may get into elsewhen because the this thread is all about passion and how it reflects in and amplifies everything.
I don’t care if its cooking, programming or even nine to fiving. Those who do it with their heart involved usually have a far greater time than those who head in then clock out after a shift because the truth of the matter is one who is in autopilot in one aspect of their life is usually also sleepwalking in the rest. Call it social hypnosis, the intrapersonal trance or straight up Adulteration its symptoms are exceedingly common and this parasitical way of being can’t wait to leap into the heads of the next generation in order to make them emotionally dead as well. Its a strange, strange state of play in this Game where we insert our Souls (read: awareness) as credits to don the flesh which are then programmed by those around us and various institutions that are hell bent on keeping our attention on them or anywhere but within. Babies scream when they meet someone who is out of resonance with them as it literally feels like someone is severing their Source connection but if the same seed is birthed to a team who have NPD then these emotional vampires will feast upon them and the child that grows to become a man will think its natural to put everyone else before them as they run around trying to ensure they get the validation they crave and pat on the head by presenting themselves as a doormat instead as that is how they were programmed. This, as you can imagine, can be quite exhausting and the kid in question may start smoking or drinking at a young age before huffing glue and the rest before finding his groove with dissociatives, like I’d previously mentioned, so that whilst I was standing in corridors, ruminating, this Soul in question was whacked out in the wasteland, off on another trip to his inner realms. He said:
“Its odd how feeling numb actually allows me to be present” before pausing, reflecting and adding “But what about all of these things, floating, around us in this realm that they say don’t exist but make me feel terrified with their insane influence” as we sat talking on the grounds of a mental institution after one too many trips had lead to him getting sectioned and he knew only one man could get him out of this.
The best teachers are always learning and I’m a perpetual student in that respect ergo there are no limits in my head that prevent me from drawing links or asking the hard questions as well as being willing to listen, without judgement, to what others may fear you think is ridiculous or a theory which is tenuous as best. To me they’re all valid and seeing as I’m the only one in this realm its Self evident I interact with figments of my imagination and thus each Soul I help along the way to liberation is akin to defragmenting the collective subconscious that forms this illusion we call the Matrix.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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