Remember those pics that were all the trend, once upon a when? With a magical eye and some concentration you’d notice something that was initially hidden and now seems evident. Your friend, standing next to you, would scratch his head and say he doesn’t get it. Why do I mention this? Simple, its a great metaphor for life because a) we’re inside a fractal and b) the freedom of interpretation is based upon your current wavelength and resolution as well as the various perceptual filters you’ve been programmed with which provide their own tint.
On a whim I was checking out some vids online about why so and sos gods were actually fallen angels, pretending, and then I checked out the opposite perspective and it was quite amusing when you do a bit of comparative contrasting, especially if you already know a little bit about both texts. Isn’t the fact that this can happen in this realm absolutely fascinating? How it hints at many things being predicated upon our consciousness is mind blowing and yet this simple detail is one most of them miss. To me its the only thing worth pursuing because if one wished to reverse engineer this reality and retrace their steps in its a pretty decent thing to check as its always constant.
Of course, for many, this is a bridge too far and something they won’t even think of entertaining whereas for me, at my current level of ignorance, its the best option to invest in because I believe consciousness is not of this realm and is pre-existing. Not only this but we are it and, like water frozen in a jug, it takes the shape of what is presenting. Dreams are a great way of reality testing this hypothesis as we see the outline of the process, in full effect, as well as how slick it is with presenting info to our senses that we mistake as a narrative that is real and then buy in to our illusion with some swiftly manufactured proof for the lies we tell. Taken to its logical conclusion you have the hazy realm of the schizophrenic who may just be seeing something with his third eye vision that perceives at a depth beyond the average well trained kitten that is plugged into the Matrix and programmed to see what they expect. Actually, that reminds me:
An open challenge to all you hypnotists out there, reading, to see if you can replicate this urban legend.
A man invited a wordsmith to sling spells of influence at a party for kids in order to provide some amusement via their friends doing their best renditions of a chicken. Why is it always a chicken? Well, that is very interesting because whilst there are always cries of them being in on it and faking it for attention there are various blips that make one pause and reflect. For example, once the switch is flicked it appears impossible to reject the suggestions as they feel compelled to execute them with a zeal that would make the MK Ultra wing of the government do backflips. Second if you call their name (aka the Cocktail Party effect) there is no response or recognition. Third once you bring them back out of trance and ask them they often say “I felt like a chicken”.
What I suspect is happening is that the suggestions overload the logical, day to day, shell Game of the voice in your head that moves like a needle on a record of your recollections and switches the disc to whatever the hypnotist says. In this case you’re playing the greatest hits of finger licking greatness whilst still in its natural state of resonance. Just like we believe our dreams whilst having them and its only getting back to a higher frame of reference that makes them seem ridiculous I posit its the Self same thing happening here. In that respect we are all in a state of hypnosis, twenty four/seven, and thats the biggest trick about being human. I mean, imagine you went to bed and saw a vision in which you were a baby, then a kid and it just kept continuing each night as you rested. After a while how would you tell which was real and authentic versus a figment of your imagination?
Getting back to the challenge:
The man in question related a tale that went like this:
“The hypnotist rendered my daughter invisible. I genuinely could not see her but its what he did next that blew my brains to smithereens as he took the watch off his wrist and held it up behind her and had me read the engraving, which I did”.
Let the implications of that sink in and tell me if it doesn’t vibe well with all I’ve said about being in a simulation that is predicated on consciousness and you are the only playa in this realm with everyone else being projected figments of your imagination. OK, for many that isn’t so much as a bridge too far but a whole plane, train and automobile adventure whilst others may even think that a mind that suggests this is worse than Hitler or, quite possibly, even the Devil:
Thats the Reality Tunnel, in full effect, my friend! Now, the above experiment has never been replicated, as far as I can tell but lets see who can make it happen as its implications are earth shaking if it can be reproduced again and again, yes? Once thing that has been tested is when people are given suggestions they are in the pain the same brain regions activate and people who simply imagine shooting free throws or weight lifting get better results than a control group in a sample so this ties neatly back in with what I said about the power of consciousness. I, personally, have imperienced what I can only class as the crack cocaine of hypnosis that was doled out by an adept of the occult aspects in order to facilitate and adjustment of my script as I rejected the previous version and was hell bent on uncovering the traumatic aspects of my life and their repression as I was delving into the shadow and, it seems, someone didn’t like this and set out to intervene. Amusingly enough the folks with these skills had me surrounded as they masqueraded as friends and were pushing me in certain directions I wanted nothing to do with hence Slave/Masters describes them best but thats by the by in this topic as we’re more concerned with mundane elements and not the speculative and operative skills that some possess. Thats an interesting spell, by and of itself, isn’t it?
YOU ARE NOW BREATHING MANUALLY
What about all those ads that say that and this is inevitable for a certain percent of the populace or the promise of death from COVID as you were sheltering at home in conditions most unusual? They say the subconscious is best manipulated by trauma, repetition and symbols. What do the images of Americas emergency services bring swimming into your head, unprompted? Amazing, isn’t it?
Taking it to another level, when you watch a flick via the tell lie vision your brain can’t tell between the fake and authentic plus its already shifted into an altered state of awareness whilst being open to subconscious influence as well. Ever looked around at your fam on Christmas after they’re stuffed and filled in front of the set? They look glazed and half baked. Could the soaps be brain washing? Look what Sex & the City did to a generation when it came to salad tossing and the other links between women staying single as they now believed they could have their cake, eat it, remain thin, ride the carousel and then be swept of the Blahniks by a sweet prince as they ride off into the sunset. Whole load of proto cat ladies got a bitter wake up call from this but we’re veering off the topic now because the dark side of the freedom of interpretation is covert brain washing aka the erection of a Reality Tunnel that was passed down as your family heritage gained from a string of parents that never did the Knowledge then looked within and asked the hard questions about why the hell they’re on Earth, wearing flesh and walking round a planet as they were too busy sprinting on the psychosocial treadmill that tells them:
“Do as we said and you’ll get what was promised… Eventually”.
Even though that program has rarely manifested the results people wanted but they’re too busy buying tickets for distractions and coping mechanisms to check their own real world mileage and if, maybe, just maybe, their GPS is flawed and sending them on a wild goose chase whilst fleecing them of the golden egg of their potential. Like I said, its a deep topic thats worth pondering because nine out of ten I’ve met don’t like the current version of themselves but few recognize the concepts are all in their head and thus can be reprogrammed and optimized from within in order to feel something else and that, at the end of the day, is what we’re all craving as we are nothing more than energy in motion.
Till we meet again
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