Imagine a World Where Everyone Was Real

“Can you imagine a world where everyone was real?”.

“What do you mean? Like really real, just say what you feel with no double deals or bluffs kinda thing?”.

“Yeah, pretty much”.

“It would be insane. The madness would never end”.

“Maybe, for a generation or two but by then people would forget the allure of deception and pretending as the new kids would grow up in an environment that didn’t train them for a masked existence. Can you imagine it?”.

“Truthfully, I can’t. I really can’t. I enjoy a fib or ten too much to drop the habit. Now, I know you’re as smooth as a brick when it comes to deception and have no qualms in letting people know that they stink and the rest but for me its just not worth the static. Who cares? I certainly don’t give an F and if a few “Yeah, mhmms” and telling them what they want to hear smooths my way then I’m all for it. Remind me again why you don’t like making it easier for your Self?”. I grinned then said:

“I can’t afford that luxury due to the Path upon which I tread. Its simply not an option for too many reasons to list and most of them are selfish”.

“Really?” she leaned in, eyes widening. “So not for any noble quest or betterment of the collective? That is interesting”.

“Well, consider this. A good liar needs to recollect what he said to whom and when, correct?“. She nodded her head. “Think of that as an energetic investment of their resonance in order to keep track of the micro deceptions that can number into the thousands. Its an immense drain when seen through this lens and the side effect is they are never truly in the moment nor fully engaged with what life presents as they are too busy spinning various plates in their subconscious as they keep fronting”.

“That makes sense. So thats how you do it huh? Thats the grand secret to thinking such off the wall things or noticing the tiniest of blips like that time you said that woman in the supermarket was cheating on her man due to the way she rearranged the tins he’d put in their shopping basket?”.

“Pretty much, yes. I prefer to use my energetics on more interesting things like ensuring the link between my chest and mouth isn’t Adulterated by that voice in my head that I haven’t heard since back when but I’m fairly certain its waiting in the wings to come roaring back in if it thinks it can pull the trick of convincing me I’m it again“.

“Your brain really is insane. So strange. Its like talking to a lucid lunatic sometimes as I think either you’re wrong, alone, or the whole world has truly flipped its lid and you’re the only one who sees it. I don’t think I could take that deal. Matter of fact I don’t think I’d want it. The passenger seat view is enough for me when we link, now and then, because its simply too much voltage”.

“At least you’re honest”.

“With you? Mostly” she added with a grin.

“Imagine a world where everyone was real. Where they just said what they feel and let it shine from within”.

“You mean like a realm filled with Care Bear people instead where everyone did what it said on the tin? Hah! Can you imagine? You’d see Emotional Cripple as well as Nervous Wreck and his friend Secret Addiction along with the rest. Actually thats really quite amusing… And sad, come to think. How the hell do you not get depressed seeing the world as it is? Or at least, as you say it is. Me? I don’t give an F as long as my little boat isn’t rocking and no one is popping my bubble. Live and let live, ya dig?”.

“And yet you quite happily stream off a string of fibs in order to keep that going so, in the end, its inauthentic”.

“Who cares? Most people have had some type of plastic surgery and those that can’t afford it would get something changed, real quick, if someone handed them a blank cheque. In the mean time there are filters so they can fake it and all the rest of the tricks that are now common practice in this realm. You know, talking to you sometimes I think you’re an alien or time traveling. Like how the hell can one be in but not of this realm as you stroll through mostly disconnected from the rest as you do your own thing like you’re living in a dream whilst being lucid?”.

“What if thats the truth? You know the old Matrix thing that we make real with our awareness that we project to the outside from within and then feast on it again via a loop of ignorance”.

“Nope. Don’t. Not interested. That is too trippy for me to even think and I have no wish to consider it without heavy eyelids and an altered state of consciousness. Speaking of which, how the hell did you press those points and release that neurochemical bliss from within and why can’t I do it to my Self? That was amazing. If you could bottle and sell that hit you’d be super, duper rich as people would line up to buy it”.

“Its about bringing your Self into the moment. Thats why the present is a gift. I just showed you how to unwrap it, with a little assistance which links back to what I said about being real because when you aren’t draining your innate energetics with these sequential pieces of resistance you operate at a higher voltage which is a side effect of being authentic. Take kids, for example, and how they’re super vivid and intense until they get programmed to think like this, not say that and only ask certain questions which leads to them being Adulterated and miserable like those before them. And this is the main thing their seeds will inherit. Their parents ignorance. Sad, isn’t it? Thats what happens in a world built on lies that people will kill to defend as deception requires constant bloodshed as well as murder of the true Self as most people dwell in a shell that is two steps from hell so they surround themselves with distractions and others as miserable as them as they continue world building about the life they don’t live inside each others heads. Tell me that isn’t insane”.

“If anyone else said that I’d say they were clinically depressed”.

“Why?”.

“Because it sounds so horrible and yet I can’t deny its accurate. Social media is filled to the gills with it and what you said about TV being primed with “programs” as a hint made so much sense when I thought of it but things like this are asking me to pop my own bubble and that simply isn’t happening. Its like disconnecting from the Matrix and then finding your Self on a dank ship, eating the most basic elements required for survival whilst being hunted by those who want you dead as you’re a threat to their trick that pimps the playas awareness“.

“Like a living monkey wrench, born to throw in to the System and see what happens to its gears. Will it crunch me or shall I resist them?” I said, with a grin.

“You truly are insane. You know that, yes?”.

“In a world full of madness thats a huge compliment because if sane is a place and I’m within it that means its all good inside my head. Its those who are outsane that get my attention as they Thunk what they do is in their best interests when, in reality, most of them hate their lives, their husbands, wives and – quite often – their children as well. Isn’t it strange how the next generation often sees their parents at their most real and damaged as they truly perceive what they feel and project after a hard day at the office when they come home and rip off the mask to which they are so well adjusted then scream and yell at their kids out of their own frustrations needing a vent so they indulge themselves with food and drink before sleeping it off and getting up to do it again. I mean, what the F? Tell me that doesn’t sound like madness?”.

“It does the way you see it but no one else looks through that lens. Reality is what you can get away with, in the end, and its you, by your lonesome, against all the rest on this quest which says “Hey guys, guess what? You’re an idiot thats been tricked by a huge load of skillful manipulation that makes you think your weaknesses are strengths as that voice in your head peddles constant threats and stress which you ain’t even smart enough to comprehend is part of the problem as you are that which listens and thus far more powerful”. I mean, who really wants to hear those things? You know? I get it. In bits with some occasional pieces sprinkled in because its quite an interesting concept for pondering and the conversations are always on point but most people would rather die on the lie than know they’ve been tricked as they can’t admit that to themselves”.

“Remember that couple in the supermarket, back when? Did you notice their kid had a cleft chin?”.

“No. Wait, what does that have to do with anything?”.

“Well, neither of them did and yet its something that is genetically inherited from one of the parents which means someone else dipped their wick to birth that kid and the man of the house is none the wiser about what kicks on his wifes weekend trips and long nights at the office. Think he’d want to know the truth of his lineage or who flew over the cuckoos nest or is he perfectly content with the deception she presents and he, I’d be willing to bet, had already noticed as you don’t just elevate to that level of disrespect without some other indications being present. Like the rearranging of the tins he’d placed in which signals “You are incompetent and not worthy of my respect””.

“Its too much. It really is. I mean if you can process this much from a quick glimpse of a family doing their shopping I shudder to think what I’m broadcasting or the rest of the realm as well. Why can’t you just live life instead of doing whatever the hell this is? I mean I picked up on all the tells and signals once you mentioned them as they seemed so obvious from her domineering body language and his henpeckedness but that cleft chin thing is so intense. How come you never mentioned it then because thats straight up proof of the pudding she’s been cheating. I mean, in that example do you think any one of them involved would be happy and grin if you told them them the truth of what was happening or would they prefer to cling to their subjective deceptions? Its not even a question, is it? The answer is Self evident. Just cos you got your bubble popped when you danced with death and saw through lifes illusion doesn’t mean everyone else is comfortable with it because, to them, the image is all they have so they cling to it”

“Like a drowning man with a brick who could save himself. If only he was willing to relinquish his grip”.

“Exactly this. Exactly this. Its like you said about slinging gold nuggets at people with filth stained mitts that were covered in excrement. You’ve got to be willing to purify your Self then dare to look within before taking those other steps and most people simply aren’t about it because its so foreign to what they expect and have been programmed to accept. You know what? I get now what you mean about the 81%. It really does make a lot of sense so I suppose, by that metric, I’m one of the 8% instead that is capable of awakening from the pernicious spells and things the 11% have been weaving for generations upon those who wear the flesh but, man, it sounds like so much effort and not worth the stress, comprehend?”.

“Its not me but thee that can answer that question because the same voltage you invest in the deception to keep your bubble (or Reality Tunnel) as it is with the little fibs designed to spare your own feelings is what paves the way for comfortable ignorance of what truly is happening and the realization of your own potential. Imagine a world where everyone was real. Where they said what they feel and meant it as well but with no malice or badness. Just pure Inner Sense that called it as it sees, asking questions, seeking answers and sharing observations as they come from their chest and thus not directed by that voice in their heads which weaves an intricate web using 8 billion Souls that generally have little to no comprehension of whats truly happening in this realm and definitely no Knowledge of Self as they prefer to swim in the seas of ignorance whilst holding the brick of tradition which ensures they must tread water or meet death from one generation to the next. The end. Till they get plugged back in and do it all again”.

“I think a world filled with people like you would truly be even scarier than the one we have at the present. I really mean it. Mainly because I can’t imagine any way we’d get there from here without everyone tearing each other to shreds in a way that would unleash the most intense type of suffering in this realm which would have a cataclysmic effect on pretty much everything. I mean, have you ever considered the flip? What if the 11% you call the Slave/Masters are doing this but with far more finesse than your one man mission which is about as subtle as a brick to the dish whereas they are cooking the frogs in the kitchen by increasing the heat in increments until people start awakening to how ridiculous it all is and then they, semi naturally, choose a better option? I mean, what if thats truly their script and what they did to you via forced awakening thanks to a brush with death and engineered deception is pretty much identical to what you want to unleash on the rest who haven’t had a lifetimes training of going against the grain which allowed you to handle it whilst making sense of what happened. What then?”.

“That really is interesting and not something I’d truly considered depth as its quite a fresh perspective when seen via your lens so its something I’ll have to sketch in my head then inspect the angles as its not the variables but how you arrange them that makes all the difference“.

Till we meet again