The “Supposed To” Boxes

There are boxes in life we’re supposed to tick, supposed to fill, supposed to fit within. Everyone does it, no one questions it and those that do are looked at as a bit different.

Go to school, get a job, get married, have some kids, pay your bills, work, work, work, retirement. The end.

There it is. it seems so obvious and simple plus it fills time in so well because one moment you’re an infant chilling at daycare because both of your parents are working so they outsource raising their kid at the most impressionable stage to someone doing it for a cheque. Next thing you know you’re repeating the process. Thing is you’ll never tell them you’re miserable and you hate every step of your existence. No, instead you’ll BS them and say you expect good grades, how they should listen to whatever their teacher said and generally encourage them to conform in exchange for tokens of your affection and the validation they crave. It really is quite a strange thing. And yet on the cycle spins.

Let me introduce you to a concept called DNA Commands. These are something the flesh comes preprogrammed with, just as intuition is standard equip for your non local awareness. Toward pleasure, away from pain is the basic frame that the rest is painted within and it expands to encompass everything from who we orgasm with, why we feel an attachment to our kids and how bonding experiences cause a synergistic sense between those caught up in, whether on a battlefield, schoolyard or anything else that extends a heightened state of tension with subsequent release for surveying the predicament. Its why sports are such a vital thing to vast swathes of the populace as they tap into this primeval space and give it a shiny new dress because we have that tribal instinct in us that needs to connect, a desire for conquest and the thrill it brings when victory is in your grip as you defeat your opponent. Even if, these days, its in a vicarious sense, it matters not as the image fulfills the yearning within in a few aspects and its as close as you can get under modern circumstance.

DNA Commands you could say exist to propagate the flesh as its a vessel that conducts awareness hence the Earthday Suit is what you don to interact with the Game in this dimesh as without it to manifest and slow down the oscillation of your non local presence you couldn’t connect with this realm or imperience what it means to be human. Think of it like this:

You wish to dive deep, way under the surface of the sea. You need some equipment that was designed specifically to assist in allowing you to gain your bearings and navigate the entire process. After a while, should you excel in the experience and wish to progress you may ditch the training wheels and dive in with just your skin as you hold your breath but you can only do this once you’ve mastered the basics but before you can do any of this you must know how to swim and before that the coordination of your mind and limbs in order to create coherent movement.

Little things that build in increments which is why its interesting to note that a fetus goes through many similar stages of development as every other animal and yet the end result is a way more complex state of embodiment and yet unlike the rest we have a much larger period of helplessness at which we are totally at the mercy of our parents, the environment and everything else because there is so much that needs to be wired in in order to connect us to this realm via the Earthday Suit itself. Remember, we’re inside a fractal and there is one thing – its Self, no thing – that is everything:

That which is whole, which is powerful, without beginning or end, that which I call the Self with a capital S possesses way too much voltage to simply pour into the flesh because it would fry its circuits hence it is stripped, much like a prism which uses refraction to split that what was unified into its base components considered your original awareness, which its Self is eternal and unchanging, is rendered from purple to red and all in between and the widest end of the spectrum then drips, bit by bit into your flesh to create the link which allows your awareness to imperience this realm.

Most people spend their entire life in the red as this is what causes the cells to spin, all about survival and ensuring the blind watchmakers mechanism ticks so things like breathing and other autonomic responses are handled in the blink of an eye without the need to think as that level has its fill and we shift up the spectrum and the orange comes in which causes men to get erect, women to get wet as the sperm and egg do their thing and another Self is split into components as a new playa is cued in. Its all frequency and oscillation in that sense. Yellow comes next as the frequency extends and we think not just of Self but others as well because we yearn to connect, find friends and adventure in this realm as we share what we’ve felt and link via what we express as the resonance continues to spin as the green starts to fill and something very interesting happens.

We imperience an affection that is almost undifferentiated, feeling for another as we do for Self and this extends to the environment as well or could be focused on a person or thing. As the energy ascends it purifies its presence as one oscillates into the next and when the blue pours in we find the gift of expression, akin to the sky as the canvas upon which the days ink create in the image and the word can be mine, thine or something completely different. The astute will have made the link as to why police forces use this hue to get your attention because its all about talking and the power that this brings. Remember, words are weapons in this realm with their spells, rites and all types of cursive that you heap on your head which was designed to keep you entranced in the weak daze you’re in.

On with the refinement and we shift to an entirely different realm as the purple end of the spectrum is way more delicate than anything that came before as its literally on the opposite end of the scale and here we get the inkling that we call intuit as it comes “as a bolt from the blue” with no rhyme or reason but we know it because we feel it, even if explaining isn’t an option, it doesn’t matter as we’re certain.

Its at this level a sense of familiarity creeps in because we get close to that pre embodied state of a unified being who feels more than thinks as its not handled by any local process and this is then what spills because by building up the vessel to handle the voltage you can reverse the process that the two cubes spinning in opposite directions did to split your pristine awareness and allow you to pilot your vessel, hence transcendence because then the Game is revealed for the trance it is as its all hypnosis, in a sense, because it all comes down to frequency in the end as the stories we tell ourselves then play out and live. Sadly most are born then die without even getting a glimpse of this because the amount of themselves they actually bring forth into the flesh is the absolute bare min because to cultivate the rest requires dedication and training that is sadly missing from this stage of the Game as most are dwell on the surface and are perfectly content with their ignorance as they seek quick fix pills and nearly endless distractions to take away the pain of living with the nagging realization that life shouldn’t be like this.

Taking it back to the deep dive it means they’ve got floaters around their limbs, a noodle upon which to rest and no one can really swim in the pristine seas of higher consciousness. As for holding their breath as they dive in? Forget it, not a chance at this moment so their potential remains, coiled within. Its actually the secret truth of why back pain causes so much suffering and modern science with all its insight can’t do a thing as they are looking for physical causes to a non physical problem and that is resistance. Have you ever noticed how effortless and powerful a baby is when yelling and crying at the top of their lungs for hours on end? Ever tried to mimic it and see how long you lasted trying to recreate the same effort? Thats proof positive of Adulteration, my friend. Back to the lightshow of your consciousness:

Imagine these rainbows work like circuits so they only let a certain amount in in order to not overload the rig with too much voltage because that would produce results the system can’t predict aka the life of a schizophrenic as they’re hit with waterfalls of energetic influence with little rhyme or reason that bounce their awareness in, around and out of this dimension and back again. Like riding a wild horse to which you are strapped in as it gallops, with aggression and bad intent that you simply cannot marshal or direct. As you can imagine, more often than not it will take off like the wind and have them bouncing around then possibly falling off and being dragged behind with one leg stuck in the stirrup as they try to make sense of their predicament.

The Slave of this era on the other hand is riding a merry go round which dips up an down at a predictable pace, is entirely boring and truly just a facsimile of the real thing as the horse you’re perched upon is wooden but because you know no different you can’t consider your options because you’ve hidden them from your Self. This is why schizos are seen as such a threat and paraded to the rest with electrodes on their heads, under the influence of heavy med as they drool upon themselves as the message is sent:

“Pay full heed to the voice in your head that is you, because it says, and none to these men who dared question its narrative for they ended up like this”.

The mystic, on the other hand, sees the funfair of the flesh for what it is. Its often said that he swims in the same waters in which the madman is drowning and this is most certainly true in my imperience as well as countless conversations with those currently being ravaged in the name of mental health who find the more they speak the worse it gets as they keep amping the injections in order to dampen their voices and make them more manageable. In around twenty years, at best, you’ll see a mass wave of suicides among those on long term anti depressives. Scientists will be baffled as to what caused it but, right on cue, the medics will swoop in with a new potion that has a patent pending and its results are miraculous. These, my friend, will be rebranded schizo pills now aimed at the rest of the population to dampen their wavelength and its a damning testament (as well as prediction) about the true nature of this Game. Anyway, I say that to say this

There are boxes you’re supposed to tick, a life that was already mapped out for you to live and it feels much like the ride I mentioned with its predictable up and down movement that keeps you cued in to the theme of amusement but, deep down within, you know its not the real thing which is why you wonder “Is this it? There must be more to this” and I’m here to say yes, yes my friend there most certainly is but picture this:

You can see perfectly well. Your vision is Twenty/Twenty. Perfect. But its a family tradition to wear glasses that are super thick and thus you are trained to become myopic and life becomes a blurry mess where you can’t see that far from beyond your head. The entire world is like this and its built a civilization to support these limits and woe betide he who questions this process or even dares to remove the specs of society to see life as it truly is because that represents a threat to the collective ignorance everyone accepts as wisdom, even though “reality” doesn’t truly quite fit what they feel, in their chest, is possible. Thus begins the private division which allows mass conquering for much like a round peg hammered in to a square hole sits and thinks “I wonder if everyone feels like this?” it won’t dare say a thing because they’re too busy watching the sun rise then dip only to rise again as they run through as many circuits as they can because that is what everyone else is doing.

The mystic, the Warrior, the one who thinks different rejects this process and jumps out of the net that was built and they attempted to shove him in, removes the limiting vision from within and learns to reconnect his Inner Sense and at the same time up his voltage as his coat of many colors, which extends way beyond this realm and is actually the rainbow road of legend, suddenly kicks in and he finds not just two eyes in his head but a third as well that brings light to the darkness. This is where his awareness did dwell, once upon a when, and now he sits and then says “Ah yes, that makes sense” and ponders “Should I tell them?”. Plato spoke of this, way back when with his Cave narrative because ultimately there is only one truth even though the paths to arrive there are limitless just like there is only one lie and its name is ignorance and that begins with having no knowledge of Self, no inkling of who you is beyond the flesh or this realm because the goggles are real thick and everyone tries so hard to tick the “Supposed To” boxes they’re given when they trade Inner Sense for external tuition instead and this all links back to what I said when mentioning parents outsource the raising of their kids as they never learned to think outside of the box they themselves are trapped in as they jump from one to the next, never quite finding what they hope would be therein and yet never daring to question the narrative or remove the lens of social programming from their awareness because then it would all be too obvious that they sit on a wooden horse – a poor approximation of what was once living – that rises and dips on a carousel someone built as a clever means of distraction and hiding their Self from their self as they know no different but still feel somethings missing. That is the psychosocial treadmill, my friend. It comes in many varieties and flavors with different modes of oscillation designed to create conflict with those who appear different but, in the end, are in identical dire straits, thanks to their ignorance and investment in the trick thats been pimping their awareness for generations.

Except now you’ve read this things will have to shift because you can’t unknow what I’ve just said and even if it doesn’t make any sense, yet, you’ve gained an insight you didn’t previously possess onto a great many things linked to riddle of existence and ultimately it all hinges upon your will to Know thy Self. Who you are, both in and out of this realm and the implications for this are immense because a Slave who senses the chains and wishes to do something no longer remains the sole property of those who own the plantation and gain so handsomely from their ignorance for it was they who built the System with its pretty boxes they ask you to tick and it was to them you handed your children to to be fitted with a lens that obscures their vision and the end result is they’ll be just as miserable, craving endless distraction, not totally comfortable in their skin, occasionally wondering “Is this it?” as the carousel rises and dips and the wooden horse which lulls their hippocampus into a living dream with its theta rhythm programming that underpins their unchecked betafication and nagging sense that something is missing they’d rather die than admit as they march to the edict of a voice in their head they are convinced is them when, in reality, they are that which listens.

Funny, isn’t it? How a little shift in perspective can change everything. Can you see why they went to so much effort in order to keep it hidden? Why it takes a nation of billions to hold back the Inner Sense of one kid who was born in tune with the unfinite and totally certain they are Centered in Self before “second nature” did its thing and armored their surface which led to a place I call the Mind Made Prison in which the Adulterated aspect is force fed labels of events in lieu of the real thing and this, my friend, is the greatest theft you never imagined and its being perpetrated on the reg on the many that never clicked they were raised as sheep to keep the wolves well fed as they walked around draped in the skins of their dead kin and poured fairy tales into their heads of why life is like this and how their just deserts are coming, if not in this life then the next, which, in the end, is a surefire way to get slammed back in the flesh as you may just comprehend you meekly inherited the earth as its shoveled onto your coffin as they bury you with all your regrets, thanks to the life unexamined.

It is from this pervasive influence one must emancipate their Self if they wish to see the bigger pic whilst living because then and only then does the real fun begin which is also an anagram for “funeral”. Interesting, isn’t it? What would you do different if you Knew death wasn’t the end and the worst that could happen was you’d wear new flesh again? What then? Think that “Get free or thrive trying” might become a mindset after a few incarnations as you click you’re actually an immortal that keeps getting mindwiped then serves another life sentence in the flesh with the rest who don’t comprehend that every little step in this realm is real expensive but it doesn’t hold a candle to the price of willful ignorance and the investment in deception that is designed to make it seem plausible.

What do you think happens next when your grandkids become Techno Sapiens and the Siri you’re calling becomes the apple of their iris instead as carbon and silicon mix? These are the thoughts I think as I’m freed from the “Supposed To” box programming as I never was one to color in within the lines they mentioned as intuition trumps external tuition, as any bored school kid will attest, for the power of imagination is what actually runs this realm – from finance to religion as well as ceremonial magick and the rest – so you best start believing in Reality Tunnels… you’re digging one at the moment based on the above premise.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again