Are You Comfortably Numb?

They say the world is a living hell for the divine children that still truly feel and sense with the freshness most forget. Are you comfortably numb?

I’d be willing to bet you are. Most folk are quite content, well adjusted to a special type of madness that says “As long as these perimeters remain unbreached then I am content in my misery”. I’ll let you guess which part of that is subtext and whats expressed in block capitals to their Adulterated awareness. And yet, are they wrong? Someone went to great lengths to make the world like this and, at a glance, I’d say their experiment is going really well because as long as the bread and circuses do their thing in times of willful ignorance and reckless image building who will question the narrative they erected in their heads and are busy demolishing only to build it all again. Brick by brick, Soul by Soul, one after the next they drop in filled with Inner Sense and find this quickly shifted as they accept the programming which pulls a world over their eyelids.

What if you rose one day and knew, for certain, this was all an illusion? That religion is made to create conflict in the same way the web breeds naught but isolation under the image of connection. That those at the helm give not one F about your wellbeing and, on the flip, actually profit from keeping you in fear and miserable as you pay for every little step around this realm that is actually your own personal hell with a thin layer of heaven that presents a beguiling image for your optics whilst your chest senses something else. Add on to these types of thinking and see what you get. I’m interested in hearing your perspect.

What inspired this thread was the thought I’d just had of the electromagnetic spectrum that we swim in. When Van Gogh was alive they called him a dimwit that lacked talent as well as many other things and thus he died penniless and now his works of art are priceless. Same with MJ as those that rode that wave turned on him, real quick, only to hop back on when he left as they said he was the greatest. Holderlin was a poet that was more than familiar with the grip of death and some said he swerved in the lane we’d call madness. That appears to be a common thread among the three I just mentioned and it all types in to the whole Soul and matter thing because those who are totally plugged in and very well conditioned are trained to forget that they are not the thoughts but what does the thinking. Life presents a very convincing illusion for those that swim within its seas, hallucinogenic, and I can say this as one that tasted death then dropped back into this realm. Even before this I’d been steadily deconstructing the premise as well as my own consciousness (and those around who attempted to join in) ergo the whole death and rebirth thing came as a type of initiation of which I’m the refined elixir, in the alchemical sense.

Did you know that Van Gogh could see the background radiation and that is what he captured with his swirls and visions? We now have the tech to perceive what he did with his natural equipment and I find that quite interesting because it hints we’re far more powerful than we suspect. The same can be said of the ancient sages and mystics who saw this stage of the Game coming where men would become simple and dim, barely able to see what was in front of them. Where rulers would be corrupt, kings wicked and religions helmed by so called angels that hide well their dirty faces. There were also various predictions like when the magnetic poles shift and the true great reset that causes mountains to sink and new land masses to blip. Good job Billy boy and his friends have that massive seedbank in arctic and underground bunkers. I’m sure the fresh prince of eugenics will let you in, if you ask him. Or maybe they’ll keep broadcasting the signal that all is going on as intended, look at what that celeb did, here check out some titty and lets get outraged at something whilst they hide out whats coming and rise like the Phoenicians did, back when before transforming into the Venetians and steadily printing what we spend whilst hemming in trade routes to assure domination. Some things never change, eh?

Whats amusing is those who follow them Thunk they’ll let them in when, in truth, they look at them as useful idiots. Mere peasants compared to them as they lack the genetic resonance required for… Well, thats a secret. Rite, fellas?

Have you ever stopped to ponder how many people became generationally rich in this realm due to the presence of one Michael Joseph Jackson? It truly is mind boggling when considered as its not just producers, label heads and the rest but countless others – including the press that hounded him and used him to keep viewers tuning in before the web – that not only paid their bills but created a whole lane out of riding the coat tails of excellence in the flesh. If my memory serves correct there is an ancient Buddhist text that speaks of legends including a realm high above this within which there is no walking and talking, only singing and dancing. Another level of the Game for those who decode what I’m saying and various scams and tricks were pulled to mangle that Soul through the 8 Veils of Deception that he handled in one incarnation. Thats a deeper topic which we’ll dive into, elsewhen.

Holderlin once said that if you have wisdom in your chest and head reveal only one of them lest they kill you, stone dead. Really ponder the mindset it would take to push the pen to state this and then sprinkle the quote:

“For our generation walks in Hades, without the divine” on top of the dish and serve to perfection with a side helping which says:

“I am mortal. Born to lxve and suffer” and see what you digest about his perspect on this realm. I say all of that to say this:

Comfortable numbness is a way that is broad and well lit. Its decorated with many places of business and has countless people strolling along it. Some laugh, some weep, some couldn’t care less about anyone but themselves whilst others dash to assist one who has fallen. Very, very few of them will ever amount to anything or even have an original thought come into their heads because this is the way of the 81% who step in and are programmed to accept, without question, whatever the Game says. This road is paved by the 11% I call the Slave/Masters whose intent seems to be keeping you coming back for more from one life to the next. Have you ever wondered what the red carpet means and those who step upon its presence? Do the Knowledge on this and it can be quite revealing.

There is a third group who step not upon these ways but turn their attention within to find that narrow strip I call the Path of Power and its from here I’m writing. Its dark, surrounded by threats and thoughts you’d rather not think or imagine. Some of them are yours, most are inherited for your ancestors lives swim in your veins as thats the truly holy grail and the implications of this are immense so I may speak on them elsewhen. In terms of Michael Jackson one of his ancestors was a Native American that refused to accept his slave masters dominance and constantly ran away from him whilst encouraging uprisings as he said to his people:

“They don’t really give an F about us and they care even less as they see us as less than human. We exist just to serve them and I refuse to accept this”.

Know what they did? To make an example they seared the nose off his face. Isn’t that quite a tale?

The opposite of being comfortably numb is being painfully aware. This is the sensation that says “Something is very, very wrong with this realm” and its often the incubation period of a spiritual awakening which is why people will rush to quell the potential with drugs, sex and pills as well as countless distractions. In some the geyser erupts and they become full blown schizophrenics that may mutilate their flesh because “No one listens” as they pour their Soul into a canvas that most can’t comprehend. Others need heavier things just to drift because of the disembodied spirits they’re battling that were set against them to feed by the very machine that profits, in life and death, from their creative presence. Others take on a mystic bent and attempt to help the rest stuck in this realm and this is the whole coal to diamond thing because, after a while, this painful awareness becomes a dispassionate distance as you know you are not it but that which makes it all possible and is simply in – but not of – this realm.

Its from this position I’m typing and, with this in mind, I reject the latest bout of death threats that were sent my way as well as the shenanigans of those well versed in theatrical deception as that train left the station and I’ve exorcised its spirit ergo the ties that bind have been sprung as I reclaim my freedom.

Till we meet again