You Are Being Fed upon by a Predator of Consciousness

Have you ever wondered why you lie in bed at Two AM with a series of repetitive thoughts going around in your head that seem to have the intent of doing nothing less that increasing your stress whilst lowering your vibration? Better yet, have you ever pondered why if it is, indeed, your head why are you at the mercy of it and entirely lacking a frame of reference that allows you to control, reject or mute these interlopers?

You are being fed up by a predator of consciousness.

Don’t feel bad, the entire planet is and that is why life on Earth is such a mess because most people don’t click that voice in their head that pretends to be them is actually their Opponent. Its a really, really slick trick and for all Warriors in training (who have declared war on their (false) self) they welcome the jingle of the chains this psychological pimp presents as it reps a chance for them to best it in the dominance of intent because energy flows wherever it goes ergo you can direct these frequencies or be swept along by them.

Just stop and think about all the times you’ve stressed this year about something that turned out to be irrelevant and was then swiftly superseded by something else. Better yet pick any time you wish and you’ll notice the same Pattern which plays out a little something like this:

(That voice in your head that most people Thunk is them) “Hey, remember what they said and how you responded back when? That was so stupid. They must think you’re an idiot. No wonder your life is a such a mess”.

That is a simple invitation. A suggestion. A call to adventure and yet most take the bait and start shrinking within or yelling to pretend it isn’t happening. But it is. We are at war with our (false) selves. That is the Game, in a nutshell. The ones who comprehend the nature of this death grip, real well, use it to exploit the rest by manipulating their subconscious and yet they are, amusingly, ignorant of the fact that the one who perpetuates this on the rest is actually just offering a tailored version for them with some DLC thrown in. They might click after death when the piper demands to be paid for the tune he was calling in the flesh but I doubt it because this state of affairs can be most addictive. For the 81% who are hopelessly plugged in to the psychosocial Matrix they can’t imagine being without the voice in their head because they Thunk they’re it and thus will defend, to the last breath, whatever it tells them is correct.

Would you like to kill it dead? Next time it happens realize that you aren’t that which is talking but the one who is listening and reacting. That state is what I call the Witness and it is a universal constant, in and beyond this realm, as attested by the continuation of Self when awake or dreaming. In many ways this process is a huge hint about the art of reality creation because those who have learned to become lucid as they rest have said that the sensations themselves appear realer than real. Only 8% of the populace are capable (or have the intent) of becoming awake whilst living ergo the rest are sleepwalking and convinced they can see well. And yet, how many of them can control that voice in their head that prompts them to say and do things they regret before over compensating as well as laying down a verbal beatdown as I detailed in the example.

The news that humans are not at the apex is something that a lot of people reject but a small percent comprehend as it makes the rest make perfect sense.

“Ah, yes. So that is why the world is a cesspool of conflict where everyone is convinced they’re correct and why rivers of blood run red when one checks the historical record for how its been since we started writing”.

Interesting, isn’t it? Its like having a self driving car with faulty programming that, in collusion with other vehicles, engineers accidents that are plausibly ambiguous in order to create never ending conflict and steadily increasing insurance premiums by what was, ostensibly, invented for convenience. The fix is in. Those at the top are in on it and know how to play the strings on this harp from hell as they watch the populace get their pips squeezed from the moment they step in until they take their last breath and are mindwiped before being slammed back in the flesh again for another spin. Ah, its a perfect scam. Really it is. You have to hand it to the Opponent and his agents because they generally pick those with the best spiritual potential who, if left to their own development, would spot the ruse and do something about it. Instead they are seduced and perverted by the allure of hoodwinking that is offered in confidence so they can claim to know a secret of which the rest are ignorant. Round and round, round they go. From one life to the next, like puppets on a string that pledge some quite strange things in ways they don’t fully comprehend are binding them to the illusion of this dimensional dead end that profits from suffering, sells wisdom as ignorance and is generally quite devilish, my friends.

Of course, to see this one has to be willing to question their entire lives investment in the narrative that has them Thunking:

“I am son/daughter of NAME and this is my CLAIM plus these very things make me SPECIAL and AMAZING so please feed me some ATTENTION and tell me I’m great. By the way, there are certain things SACROSANCT that I refuse to examine as they form the foundations of my life and if you dare challenge them I will kill you, stone dead. The end“.

That, rendered explicit, is the tacit covenant most people have made with the Opponent who spins his web inside the heads of billions of adherents. In that respect I can’t really blame the Slave/Masters for the hand they’re dealt and how they play to win against a stacked deck because the exact same script above is retailored to them, even though its off the peg and just another layer of deception in a Game as old as the empire itself.

You are being fed up by a predator of consciousness. One who chose his hiding place real well because if you incarnated into a realm where a dude dressed in red with a pitchfork prodded your rear end as it smelt of fire and brimstone that left you sweating and in stress via near constant punishment you’d not only think twice about dragging another Soul in by using whats between your legs you would also do whatever is needed to get the hell out of this predicament. What if, instead, the architect of such a place decided to mimic the external form of a place that exists to bring pleasure and grins to those draped in flesh but, beneath the surface, kept the same old suffering? Wouldn’t that be something? What if you became addicted to this space and the causal links you created with kith and kin as well as those upon whom you swear vengeance along with a whole host of desires and the rest that kept you pinned to the wheel of incarnation from one life to the next?

Now, for most people this train of thought will never, ever leave the station of their consciousness because the voice in their head they Thunk is them will not permit you to entertain said topic. They’d have already clicked off, long ago, and hopped onto the latest distraction as they amuse themselves to death with things that are truly irrelevant in the end because only Self Knowledge can reverse the programming and take you back to Inner Sense which is what you stepped in with hence the whole “Weigh your heart against a feather and see if its lacking or in balance” tip that was redressed as “Be as innocent as a child” because there is but one way in and thus one exit from this realm. Can you guess where it is?

Within. Here. Now. The present moment. A gift that most live and die without ever unwrapping and its this connection the predator of consciousness doth covet ergo the entire world it built in its twisted image is designed to ensure you miss it as it keeps trying to encroach on things way above its wavelength. Think of it like this:

Imagine your spinal column was a lift and you could shift your consciousness by riding up and down it at will. If you wanted to get things done, be present in the moment and aggressive you’d slide down to the base and get it cracking. If you seek pure intellect you’d rise to the head and the chest reps a point of balance which, in and of itself, is the key out of this realm. These are the Three Kingdoms. Holographic aspects of Self that await activation via intent and they bring a totally different type of gnosis when it comes to the Game. What if you were not only prevented access to this thing but literally kicked out of the building that houses it? In that case you could, quite literally, claim to be beside yourself, yes? Lets pretend that these steps that once went up and down the spinal as they adjusted the voltage to regulate your consciousness now, instead, spin around just above your head. In that case you could be in one position and say something then shift to another and have a totally different vibration but, in the end, all of them are mental and you don’t control it at will but instead are moved like a puppet on a string.

That is how the predator of consciousness does it. At least, according to my current level of reverse engineering the process and experimentation that leads to backfeeds from those Warriors in training that create the Path by walking.

You can test this for your Self because the next time you catch the pimp in his tricks try and zero in on where you are most present in alignment. Now, for most people this is nigh on impossible as they have the sensitivity of a hand inside a welders mitt that is then hopped up on an analgesic and thats all part of the script because it takes a hell of a load of tricks to manipulate so many humans in the land of confusion but the flip is quite obvious because if you ask a child, around three or four, who they are they nearly always proclaim “Me!” with a grin as they intuitively bring a hand to their chest. This is the state I call Inner Sense and its what left once you were fitted with the second skin of Adulteration which makes most people totally miserable but they dare not admit it as that means they’d have to click they are little more than living hostages busy looting their own temple at the behest of a voice in their head that feeds on their discomfort.

Lets say you persist in this felt sense of zeroing you’ll start to click that there may be a point in spacetime where you operate from in times of happiness and then you map another resonance when you’re feeling depressed. Congratulations, you are finally doing the Knowledge that makes life become very interesting because you can then choose to shift your energetics with no substances needed. By the way, this is the main draw of drugs, drink and sex as they all present an easing of tension and a more natural form of embodiment. And yet this all pales to when one is Centered in Self because its truly like being born again only to realize you’re actually immortal and death was the greatest trick they hung over your head and from its dread they extract the other wavelengths. Thats a deeper topic and, really, this overview is quite simple as its a very complex topic that can, paradoxically, be innerstood by a kid. I guess thats why I’ve said we’re inside a fractal.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again