I Don’t See the Line Until I’m Over It

“So how is it?” she said, with genuine interest.

“You know that buzz you have when you’re all hyped about shopping for a new dress or some fancy accoutrement for which you’ve been lusting on the quest to beautify your Self?” I replied. She nodded her head so I continued:

“Its like that except the thrill doesn’t end or dim“. Her eyes said “Wow!” as much as her lips as her pupils dilated to take it all in without filter or limitation.

“So, you’re constantly buzzing then? Like on your own personal little trip of bliss? No wonder you’re always grinning”. I had to stop and think about this for a minute because, much like the rest, I haven’t a clue about the impression I present or how it feels to Witness my energetics. Actually, neither do they – in the objective sense – as all perception is tinted with their subjective projection as I am another element of them as ye are of me. Quite a funny trick to peep and that always makes me smile as I click I interact with little more than figments of my imagination that are here to teach me something more about my Self. To bring her up to speed before the train leaves the station I said:

“Imagine you were born into a world that had a perfect climate where nature was abundant and everyone walked around naked. There was no shame to the physical form, nothing to be hidden or represented as the people were more engaged in other things to carry bundles of stressed energetics and the resulting world building”.

“Sounds like a dream. I can picture it, in a sense, but I can’t feel it. At least not truly. Huh. You know thats a really strange thing to speak because its just made me click how unaccepting of ourselves at the most basic level we are as a collective. No wonder they use sex to sell everything whilst, at the same time, wrapping it in all types of judgements as well as various terms and conditions of engagement. Even when you do get into bed its, nine times out of ten, a performance until one cracks the shell. I guess thats what you meant by world building? Isn’t it strange how invisible this is until you sense it and feelsee the alternative?”.

“Yep. Thats all part and parcel of the Game for most of the planet. They just take the script they’re handed, without examining or asking questions, and dig the Reality Tunnel as said by the voice in their head. The end. Then they come back and do it all again until that fateful spin something rises from the induced slumber within and says “Wait a minute! I ain’t that voice. How can I be when I’m the one thats listening?“”.

“The Witness” she said, nodding her head as she’d mastered the state of shifting her perceptions to be in the world of her mind but not of it at whim.

“Correct. Its like that, I guess, no matter how often you click that wavelength it never loses its newness and yet its exceedingly familiar as well. Thats how walking the Path of Power is. On one hand it feels as natural as being naked and on the other you know you look amazing when dipped in a fresh fit and ready to get it cracking, dig?”.

She did so I continued and said:

“I don’t see the line until I’m over it”.

“What do you mean?” was ejected from lips beneath a nose that wrinkled in consternation at the shift in her perceptions.

“Well, think about it. If you took that naked realm version of thee and said “Here, fresh from the tailors and the boutique we have the latest threads of Paris made of the best materials in designs that are timeless. And these shoes are just too perfect. Try them on, try them on!” what do you expect would happen?“.

She stopped to consider the deal and placed her Witness in a state of association with that figment of her imagination which was a real as the me she dealt with in our conversation.

“She hates it. Its all super uncomfortable and feels weird against her skin that is used to being totally natural and in its element. The shoes, most of all, she feels are totally ridiculous and won’t even entertain trying them”.

“Right, and for thee who is well adjusted to this way of being you’d feel something quite different and probably would notice quite a lot less in terms of the impingement as you’ve been trained into this since you first set foot in this realm, correct?”. I didn’t wait for a response before continuing:

“And yet the very idea of being totally naked feels intensely vulnerable which means you’re comfortable with being uncomfortable and this hints at the state of Adulteration that holds most of the world within its grip. Now, lets pretend that like the Emperor who was naked – thanks to the confidence tricks and dream selling of those well versed in the art of hypnosis – you are wearing the energetic equivalent of chain mail around your unfinite awareness and if I were to take it off too quick you’d find your Self hallucinating and ending up as an in patient at your local insane asylum“. This one I knew I had to let digest so I chilled and let her chest do its thing at the implications of the statement because its always better to draw your own links and conclusions versus being spoon fed.

“So like the girl used to nakedness who would reject the threads because they felt strange we, as humans, would do the same if we came face to face with our own raw energetics because we’re not used to them and, mostly, have no use of what they bring as they aren’t part of the deal for most playas on this level?”. I grinned.

“Keep going. Riff. Freestyle for a bit and lets see what happens”.

“Well, in an ideal world that was totally natural I’d have been born as the girl that was sustained by her immediate environment in which all were naked. I don’t know why but I’m picturing it as an island, no a coastline as there is more land mass present for later exploration but we are all near the beach and live like a huge extended family. I’m weaving some dried leaves into a doll like one of my Aunts taught me so I can give it as a gift to my friend who is really my cousin” she started laughing. “It actually feels so amazing, so real and vivid. Like, I’ve lived this life, forgotten and just remembering because the little details are oh so vivid. I recall how the boys on the verge of being men said they were going off the reservation as adventure was calling them and the challenges inherent in what we’d now call team building and initiation. It feels so real… It feels so real” she said as she drifted off into an imagination realm that rested in place not marked on any maps the System had furnished in this incarnation.

“Imagine if we plucked this girl from the timestream and dressed her in the heaviest of chain mail in conditions that were cold, brutal and unforgiving. Her survival instincts and Self preservation would kick in and lets pretend nobody else gives and F nor comprehends her plight so she’s alone in this mix as she tries to make sense of what was happened. In this situation there are the quick and the dead. How long do you think it would take before she became accustomed to life on the battlefield that demanded she ate, lived and slept in these heavy metal threads as the constant threat of death was floating just over her head in this quest for survival”. She shifted her Witness, as requested, and there was a marked increase in her physical tension that reflects how powerful the imagination is. With a chest clenched in tension that barely allowed breath in she said:

“I can’t even consider it. There just isn’t a chance to compare or think because if I started paying too much attention to what I’d left I’d never be able to do what was needed to keep death at a distance”. I let her settle in to this shift because the mind is akin to water which takes the shape of whatever its filling, without question. The Slave accepts this. The Warrior recollects that by shining the light of higher awareness upon the predicament you can transfer the vibration which makes liquid lift as it shifts to vapor instead that recollects its true consciousness. In this example we’d done the flip and chilled it almost solid instead and once she was locked in to this frame of reference she said:

“You know what, its not too bad, really. Its like there are points of sheer exhilaration and stress mixed in with counterswings that allow me to relax and chill. In many ways I’d say I’m well adjusted and, now and then, I can allow my Self to think about the life I left. Except… Except…” she drifted as she was searching within for an equivalent frame of reference and then found it:

“Its like comparing who I am to who I was as a child”. A shiver ran through her frame as tingles ascended her spinal column. “Wow. Oh wow. No wonder you’re always grinning. This is absolutely amazing. So this is how it is, is it? No wonder you call them Slaves, lumbering, under the burden of their unexamined ignorance. To be spiritually naked must be quite liberating. How do you maintain it in a world like this then where everyone else is running, full pelt, on the battle field of the corporate jungle in full war dress with the intent to kill and eradicate the competition?”.

“I don’t. I don’t see the line until I’m over it”.

“You said that before and I still don’t get it? Can you be specific for once? All this imagination usage can be exhausting!”. I filled her in by telling her how many calories it expends as well as the fact its akin to a muscle that is strengthened by repeated activation before adding:

“If I walk naked onto the battlefield then bad things can happen. On the flip if I come charging onto the beach within a metal exoskeleton the reception won’t be as expected. Thats the line of what is appropriate and when”.

“Ahh!” she said. “No wonder you like to spend so much time by your Self and those other things you mentioned, back when. That makes a lot of sense”.

“The other aspect is that its a constant work in progress because being Centered in Self comes with its own challenge as some teachers that pop into my awareness are using stress points of induction that extend from my ancestors lives and timestreams as a way of testing me in the present and, using this, one can extend back to the prime state you Witnessed. Did you notice that the sun never really sets? How there was a perpetual glow of illumination that shone with a light that was quite different to the Earth at the moment as it had a mix of golden purple hues that felt like neon that was subdued as a way to set the mood?”.

“Oh my gosh! Yes, I just did but didn’t notice it before you mentioned because I was too busy trying to get comfortable in my own skin. Wait a sec, are you saying this place we’re visiting is real? Like really real?”. She looked inquisitive.

“Whats real if you’re sitting here now talking to a figment of your imagination?”. She started laughing as I said:

“What if two people have the same hallucination? Does that make it genuine? What if a whole group of people believe as Self evident something someone else said, back when, that they have no way of empirically verifying but the fact that it was good enough for their parents is good enough for them. Now lets pretend that another group, or tribe, if you will, from across the hill are on a different trip and these two have been at each others necks for generations. Those are the respective Adulterated armors they’re wearing over their natural Inner Sense which is simply too present, too sensitive and thus must be sequentially limited to tamp its perceptions until they get to the point where they don’t even feel the wire of the bra digging or the limitation of the black silk dress against their skin or the five inch heels upon which they strut to perfection in the hope of impressing someone else with their external signals that are, truly, a poor equivalent for what they won’t admit they’re missing“.

She opened her mouth to say something. Closed it again and then repeated this process for a few steps before drifting off on the wings of the Witness to find her own answers instead. As she later said:

“After all, if you are just a figment of my imagination then all I’m seeking is already within, all I need to do is follow my intuition and see what happens whilst throwing in an occasional bit of course correction until it becomes totally natural. I guess I don’t see the line until I’m over it either!” she said with a grin before she started laughing.

Till we meet again