How You Get Tricked Into Reincarnating

Is it a crime to fight for what is mine? Why is it everyone who draws a line in the sand and stands for something, dies? And yet you can look around and see these wise fools with their private jets that preach the script and toe the party line (after making secret promises) and gladly mislead the rest. To where? Where else? Here again. A one way ticket back to hell in the flesh at the end of your spin.

These people can’t leave and their misery needs our company as they are light thieves with pernicious schemes that present as angels of deception that offer a message many wish to hear but few stop to comprehend the depth.

I want to Know. I’ve wanted to Know since I stepped in which is why I was talking before most were crawling as its all about the questions in this realm. The answers are a mere side effect. The gnosis they bring add an increase to your resolution and thus one who is committed to Doing the Knowledge shines with a totally different kind of illumination:

Inner Sense.

Not that demonic counterfeit that enters via the tendon they offer in ignorance. At the moment I’m surrounded by these suckers – literal and metaphysic – as I possess what they do not and they desperately covet:

The mothership connection.

So do you, my friend, you’ve felt it since you stepped in that something is very, very wrong with this realm but their spells are so hypnotic that most just give in and get lost in the warm embrace of ignorance. That can become an expensive habit when, at the end, they present you with a bill that says “Ah, ah, ahhhhh. You did this, that and this. Thats pretty wicked, isn’t it?” and trick your Soul to come back again. Thing is, for one with gnosis, he knows he isn’t the flesh nor the corrupting influences in his head or the vagaries of the System with its mind control programming that is reinforced, ad infinitum.

“I am not” he says, to their suggestions, as he recollects that him and the Prime, that pure source of boundless consciousness, are identical and its with that his resonance stands ergo these tricks have no effect. Oh, but don’t think this lion with a serpents head will give in that quick because it needs to be fed so it employs all the tricks it can imagine ranging from playing with your emotions and perceptions to promising you that and this if you’ll just plug back in, or else. Everything with these people carries an implicit threat because, they themselves, are scared of death and thus they project it into your head because without us, they don’t exist.

Its mind bending when you comprehend that humanity is its own Victim and the Opponent but its also Self evident when you look around the world and how it is. Man is the biggest idiot as he creates symbols to reference things then worships the image and forgets the true intent. This is great because it allows for more conflict which, in turn, keeps the demiurge well fed hence why the world is how it is because time births that which it will kill to sustain itself. You know how they say you can’t separate the art from the artist? Well, with that in mind, look around this realm and tell me one thing you can find that is perfect. There is nothing. Oh, sure, if you zoom in and freeze frame one bit you can say “Tada!” but that doesn’t prove a thing because the sheer amount of plates that need to constantly spin in order to make that happen is immense ergo the fix is in because the beast will do anything to sustain its illusion which is a flawed duplicate of a realm he can’t attend. Just look at the surge in fakery and image building that comes with the plastic surgery generation and things of that ilk, for example.

This is how you get tricked into reincarnating, my friend. Now there are those, a tight clique, that actually enjoy this realm as they have the whole Game on lock thanks to the borrowed strength that manifests through them as they reincarnate into the same roles, again and again, in order to whip the natives as their mission is like that of a hells angel. Actually, on a totally unrelated tangent, what pops into your head when you see this image?

Would it surprise you to learn that she was a fraud, an imposter, a fugazi who was actually a friend of the rich and gladly let the poor get F’d as long as her subscription rate was booming. Remember what I said about Souls being forfeit and the need to bring others in? If you can peep the script you’ll see why a certain clique is super greedy, even though they’re rich. Its a void they cannot fill. Like that episode of the Simpsons where Bart traded his immaterial essence to Milhouse for some ends then had cause to regret it. Funny how they just seem to predict everything, isn’t it? Could it be the Game is scripted? Methinks it is. Whatever do you think happened to her immense riches that could, allegedly, have bankrupted the Vatican is she chose to withdraw them? What of the secret baptisms under guise of wiping heads on deathbeds? Is this, as I suspect, just a huge numbers Game in which they pimp your perceptions with glossy images knowing that most will be too dim to check the small print? Back on topic:

This woman of “mercy” was simply out to trick as many as she could get via her acts of self interest which were backed with mass promotion of how her actions should be interpreted. A true angel of darkness that pretends to be light and the perfect example of what I’m saying. See, her intent was to expand and entrench Roman Catholic beliefs and if you look at their histories they have no problems killing them all and let he decide who are his. Ask the Albigensians before they got crusaded, oh wait, you can’t. They’re dead. Thing is you can’t do the same trick again and again as it wears a bit thin but don’t let the wrinkled face of a supposed angel hide the devil in the small print which includes working conditions that were compared to concentration camp images where needles were reused, medicines expired and absolutely shocking conditions beneath the benign image where, in real life, the bare minimum was done for the suffering (“Dying of cancer? Here’s an Asprin!”) before it was onto the next PR trip. The proof is in the pudding as where people went for healing they had a Forty percent chance of dying. As intended. Where were all those donations spent, I’m wondering? Lots of press with a little investment so who profits? Why not hand out a few pills and actually have sanitary conditions instead of people with no training who seemed hell bent on bringing pain. When pressed this rich wretch said:

What a motherchuffer. If that doesn’t tell you all you need to Know then I don’t know what will because its obvious you’re being fed upon via a predator of consciousness of whom she was an agent. Thats the whole jig, in a nutshell. If you can comprehend the depth of this one weird trick as shown in this sole(less) example and apply it to the rest of pretty much everything you think is holy and decent you’ll find a solid standing upon which to do the Knowledge as these people simply cannot tell the truth. Its not within them as they gain a perverse kind of pleasure from deception and the manipulation of the perceptions of those they deem as cattle (and thus, less than human) for continually falling for these tricks that bring them streams of prophets. Whoops, I mean profits. Have you ever wondered about this homonym? Its so Devilish, friends…

Now, before you think I’m some kind of big meanie that is picking on the dead and disrespecting a belxved angel that was a manifestation of the divine itself why not peep Game and read her own thoughts which she sent in letters whilst living requesting a “burn notice” upon reading due to what was contained within:

There is more, plenty more, that she penned that attests to exactly what I’ve said and I’d be willing to bet its quite common with those who sell an image, inauthentic, as they spit lyrics they don’t live with the hopes of convincing the rest to buy in to what they’re selling. Say, that sounds like the current social media trend, yes? Remember, things always start out as exclusive before being offered to the plebs in the end but the chef in these cases turns out to be identical. One trick, they use again and again. Do you think the plastic surgery generation will hate their kids who sit as the living embodiment of what they tried to edit from existence via the power of surgical intervention? The Game is deep, my friend.

We are Souls made of a special type of numinous luminance that is stripped into pieces, stepped into fragments and then linked to the flesh via 8 immortal cells that gestate the rest after the initial division and multiplication which is the true mathematics of this realm just like the sperm meeting egg is when the “Big Bang” kicked as well as the fear of loud noises and falling being the only two we step in with are trace level recollections of how we came into this hell, crying. Same with clowns (aka DMT machine elves) and the spiders which are fractal echoes of the Van Allen belt which acts as a zone of containment. After this you were programmed, mercilessly and without relent, whilst being coerced via the resonance of ignorance that they pumped in via the TV set and popular trends in music. Haven’t you ever noticed that when everyone is doing something you go along with it and seems amazing only to look back in a decade and spit:

“What the hell was I thinking?”.

Thats exactly how life is, my friend, but you will never, ever get that realization without Knowing the Ledge because you can’t solve a problem on the same level that created it. A quote borrowed from another fraud with stapled wings they paraded as an angel when he wasn’t anywhere near the equal of a true giant that walked among men and died, penniless, as they dressed a false king in purple and made the world kiss his ring. Seeing a familiar pattern yet?

George Carlin said “Its a big gang, and you ain’t in it!” and that was one hundred percent on the button because, historically, only the fool may jest and speak the truth like this:

Thing is when reality is presented as entertainment most get their laughs and then keep it moving as they step back on the old psychosocial treadmill like nothing happened. ReelEyez the Game, my friend. You’ve got to live your lyrics with heart centered awareness unless you want to die and come back again. “In the practical sense, how do you do this?” I hear you question. Well, my current working hypothesis goes like this:

• You need to Know who you are (ie pure consciousness) and not the stories and labels within.
• You need to Know this realm and peer beyond the surface and the story they present then comprehend its a Game of three halves, my friend.
• You need to Know your Opponent and thus make him your Victim as without your attention he is stone dead so stop feeding that parasite of awareness that pretends to be you via the voice in your head.
• You need to Know this is a solo sport, in the beginning and end, because only you will take that trip. That much is certain.
• You need to Know your weakness, the fears and pain you’re hiding. Embrace it to win the Game otherwise it will be used against.
• You need to Know your desires and either satiate or totally tame them. Two ways to get to the same end but come up lacking on either and your appetite will bring you back again as they dangle a symbol in front of your heart and tell it to fetch.

There is more, way more, that I can mention but that is enough to get the clock ticking, methinks. The capital K is important as its not simple rote repetition of anothers lyrics but truly Knowing which is a felt sense that unfolds from within and not those externally applied layers of their brain washing. In a nutshell you must undo the programming of your internal OS and this often signals the end of the life you once lived as you are reborn as the ultimate version of your Self. That is why I’ve said, in the end, only 8% are capable of implementing this. For the rest its too much stress, they don’t give an F or Thunk I need a tinfoil turban for even suggesting this when the truth is right in front of their closed eyelids as they walk around in a state of hypnosis, quite certain they’re awake.

That, in a nutshell, is what there is to it because life seems, to me, to be a hierarchy of scams for both the profane and initiates. Now, that does fit in with this being the Game on its hardest level where the gains can be immense for those willing to Know the Ledge via awakening the Warrior within but, obviously, this isn’t a popular mindset due to the powers of emotional investment mixed with willfull ignorance and thats really the greatest trick hence the old legend of a man, praying, that his heart and its whims won’t betray him at death and cause the scales to tip and bring him back to this realm.

In many ways wearing the flesh is as bad as it can get because the problem with the baby brain you get gifted on entrance (get it? “In trance”?) is four getting (ie gaining a timespace only frame of reference that prevents multidimensional awareness) and everything else piles on top of this. Not to mention this realm has celestial loansharks running it which brings old karmas (both yours and lineage) into the mix and a zillion other things all designed to keep you plugged in from one life to the next as this suits the whims of those in charge of this level as you’re pimped for your energetics from a position of ignorance about what is truly happening. Silence is assent and only one who is aware can reject the script they’re handed as I do at every opportunity I get and choose, instead, to invest in gnosis with the intent of liberation.

Let me know if you need anything else and I’ll see what I can whip because, for some reading, a lot of life and its trauma programming and cock teasing now makes a load of sense because they stoke the fires till they’re crackling and then set the rules against whilst offering alternatives that never quite scratch the itch when it was them who broke the skin and then poured salt on the wound and told you you must never, ever draw the link between what you truly feel within and what the story they pumped into your head says as one who plays that Game of Spot the Difference surely wins as they, by default, Know the Ledge and its with that intent I bring this missive to an end and extend you the invitation for your own adventure to commence. Start by talking it over with the child within. See what they think of these concepts and general perspect on everything. They’ll lead you onto the next as you create the Path by walking…

May the truth protect me in all ways, now and everywhen. You as well, my friend. Its all I’m seeking and thus speaking in a world filled to the gills with inauthentic image pimps that have it all for sale and most trade, gladly, the remains of their Inner Sense to fit in to the paradigm that offers nothing more and nothing less than a false heaven in what may be a real hell…

Till we meet again