You Are a Fallen Being

You can’t fix the problems of man with our current level of understanding, dig? Thats why the Warrior flips the script to innerstanding by Knowing the Ledge as then it clicks:

You are a fallen being.

Before we get historically metaphysic why not look at the present moment for example. The net is packed to the gills with overgrown manchildren and groups of people on that “Nuh uh, he started it. I’m telling!” flex. Not only this but people are more frail – mentally, emotionally and physically – than they’ve ever been as you can see from comment sections, keyboard activism and declining hormone levels along with pretty much any other metric you wish to check. This is, in effect, the fall times two so the new silicon wings of the already bitten apple can swoop in and offer to take man to another level by Siri sliding into your iris when, surprise, they’re the ones that caused the sink, back when. Ha! You’ve got to laugh at the trick because the Slave Mastering pimps only have a handful of tricks that they use, again and again, because they’re so effective:

Problem, reaction, solution.

For those not from the bricks let me run down the basic premise of a protection racket. Someone opens up a bar selling drinks. A face wants a taste and thus sends a few friends from out of town to smash up the place and give the barkeep a dig. This happens a few more times and the pub starts to get a rep which keeps the decent punters on edge and not wishing to frequent in case they end up with a Glasgow kiss and/or their jimmies professionaly rustled:

One night, the hero (who is actually a villain) swoops in, hands out a few digs and tells the beleaguered landlord he can prevent this from happening, should he chose to invest in his services. There it is. Thats how the cow gets milked because now he’s in his pocket and that paves the way to all kinds of shenanigans. If you can take what I’ve just outlined and apply it to world wars, oil disputes, drug importation and pretty much anything else you can imagine from the threat of death and taxes that keep you in check then you’re one step ahead of the rest who have no idea they’re little more than living hostages who are busy looting the temple of their own potential due to a strange case of Stockholm Syndrome that grips the planet. What does that have to do with being a fallen being? Well, imagine a preschool where the kids were super, duper rich and their parents sent them with trust funds and flexible friends instead of milk money allowances. Into this idyllic image steps a group of High School ruffians from around the way that get to extorting and telling them bad things will happen if they squeal. That, in a nutshell, is the current level of the Game laid bare for what it is, in a nutshell.

Its why the demons run amok, fear rules the day and people will do anything to get a seat the high table. Now, the legends of the fall are common across all cultures, religions and myths but the one I find most interesting is linked to the Vedic culture which posits a very interesting perspective:

During the ages of gold things were good and pure of heart. No sweat needed from brow so there were no thieves or those who beg as all were fed and content as they meditated upon the truth of being and how it feels to be encased in flesh. I know, for many this would seem super boring and totally lacking in thrill because the problem with bliss is the novelty soon wears thin. Next up came the age of silver in which that dharma bull that was solid and predictable now stands on three legs. Its still pretty decent, all things considered but it can quite easily be upended if everyone rushes to the weakness. Thankfully people are still awake to their true, innate resonance but we see the seeds of humanity starting to creep in. In order to keep the gods content we see the start of sacrificial worship as there was a sense of disconnection via condensation ergo the one who kept the torch lit started being seen as external. Nothing too crazy, a fire would burn and into it they’d deposit some flowers and things like fragrant woods which gave birth to the modern incense stick and its spiritual links.

The “I-ness” started growing in people, in terms of individuation, and this you could equate, pretty well, with the snake in the garden because when those three legs became two and it was an even fifty/fifty split between the higher and lower impulses we shifted into the bronze age and all that it brings. Whereas a King was once the servant of his tribe he now gets it into his head that he is above them and thus an object of worship. This brings the need for territorial expansion as, in resonance, the Earth does not as easily give up its gifts and now must be tilled which requires effort that leads to segregation and skills. We see the caste system springing up here so society can function with the parents teaching their children the trade they were skilled in for countless generations. Its something you see in the current age with Carters being delivery men whilst Chandlers handled candles and Fisher doing what it says on the tin.

Wars are common place now, along with tribal thinking. Gone is the one true faith in which man knew him Self as an emanation of a the pure spiritual that ruled, back when. Now that memory dims and, of course, sacrifices become more vicious as the noiZ to signal ratio is climbing and the climate is generally shifting as well. Magick, in its truest sense, is the most high tech science that ever existed and that is why from then to now it rules this realm. Why do you think so many people wet themselves over the adventures of a boy wizard wearing specs? Its because truth can be sold as fiction during times of universal deception and mass ignorance. I digress. One of the most interesting things about this corruption – and how it ties in with my model of the simulation I call the Game of Souls that we’re all playing – is how stage one has not many playas as the runtime and processing handled by one is immense as they contain the entire dimensions and higher realms within their embodiment. The next step, when this sinks, is akin to becoming linear in the sense that of how a circle relates to sphere. Almost the same but something is missing. After this then its full tilt in the race to the bottom and we get back to the times when the bull of consciousness is left standing on two legs that are constantly wobbling.

Fear rules the day as its all about surviving the Game. Peoples first allegiance is to themselves then their king and the country he reps. Folks will do the most wicked things with a grin if they believe the divine is riding with them and blesses their mission to raid the infidels who dare flaunt their riches in the next village so looting and pillaging are the deal. Man forms a new kind of brutality which is akin to a callous on the skin which hides their true tenderness from a world that doesn’t flinch to inflict pain upon a newborn stepping in. We see the birth of all types of rites and rituals which are still in full swing with little attention being paid to the content or symbolism as well as effects on the CNS. A side note:

A golden age baby is the same as one that steps in the age of iron. Let that marinate as we progress or, better yet, run it back and read the article again via this lens and see what your chest says as it quietly nods its head as it remembers the time you’ve been made to forget.

So, the animal in man is now at the forefront in comparison to the spiritual balance that kept the vibes in check. All of this happened around about six thousand years ago, during the age of Taurus. Oh yes, astrology is the true science and its whats runs the entire script of this realm for reasons that are too subtle and dense to uncover in this missive but consider the the fact that it all starts with a bull and how this spell is still etched in many languages and you’ll be a step above the rest.

For added sprinkles simply consider that Jesus rolled around with his twelve who were the embodiment of the zodiac which makes him the sun that shines into the darkness which comprehends it not. The birth of a virgin being Virgo, the loaves of bread and couple of fish rep Pisces as well as the hint about writing his name on the water bearer of the next stage who pours wisdom on the masses to wash their ignorant asses of the morass they never questioned. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

We now come to the age of iron. The bull of righteousness (which could be linked with cosmic radiation from the milky way and its affects on our consciousness along with other things) is now teetering on one leg. The Vedic texts described this time well in which thieves would be king, religions would be corrupted, people would thirst and lust for things external without realizing the true worth was within. Welcome to the modern age of men who would be labelled “mankind” as they sort of were, but weren’t. Now, the idea of devolution seems like an insult to the intelligence of those with stripy toothpaste and touch screen entertainment but the proof positive is spread all over the planet. For example, remember when I said those in the golden age were less and had higher levels of processing? Well, from their lens, they documented and anthropomorphized the planets and, most interesting, is the traits they linked bear a huge similarity to what we find in the modern age. For example, they said that Jupiter was a fat, jolly man with gold skin that was abundant and this matches the composition of the gas giant, perfect. Saturn, on the flip, they linked with dark skin and a limp which hints at its slowest orbit of all the planets visible to the naked eye which, for them, was internal. Don’t believe? Why do you think the Pope flaunts this symbol in his back yard and on the stick that reps the spinal column whilst they pump toxic chems into the water you’re drinking in order to ensure the flame in the cave within has no chance to be lit:

I could go on and kick it about how Santa and Christmas is actually linked to magic mushrooms that cause the activation of this gland and how witches “flew” using brews with this main ingredient they absorbed via their lower lips off a magic broomstick that harnessed natures spirit as they went a journeying as repositories of natural wisdom and herbal medicine which was driven underground and stigmatized in order to bring the pharmaceutical revolution which pimps pains and ills with a huge list of side effects and virtually no solutions. Like I said, we’re living in an insane place at this stage of the Game but most are well adjusted to the sickness. Not me, my friend. Whilst the above may be a slick tale of fiction with some bits sprinkled in to make you think for some reading its Self evident and authentic to me as I remember various incarnations on previous levels which brings us to now, the age of iron, in which I kick the ballistics:

Nietzsche said “God is dead” and how we should strive to be Ubermensch. Dr Manhattan left Earth because he’d had enough of peoples BS and, across the continents in another frame of reference, the blue skinned Krishna did also jet and what remained were legends that they penned in Sanskrit. Get it? Sans (without) Krit (the doer). Still, compared to Devilish its an amazing language that is far more subtle and complex than the minds of modern man as the tone of programming it creates within. Chinese, Punjabi and Igbo are tonal and thus their flex is far greater than the forked tongue we’ve mentioned but it is the one that holds the world in its grip, at the moment, and is used to encode peoples internal operating systems as well as various concepts and things that most never, ever critically examine beyond a limited frame of reference I’ve termed a Reality Tunnel. With good reason, as well, because a) nobody has time for that mess and b) if you open your mind too much you may just become a schizophrenic along with c) who the hell cares anyway? I do, as you can probably tell but that is because this is my last credit, my last life in this realm. I’m going home. All I need in this life of sin is me and the Psylense for we are one and identical and she remains constant through all of these stages and performances as the noiZ of the Game is created within this sacred space ergo one finds enlightenment by first stepping into the darkness, ya dig?

In the iron age mens lives are brutal, short and tyrannical. Beef is served for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Mankind is at war with himself, the rest and the environment as well but is too dim to tell that, should they win, they’ll be on the losing side real quick. Everyone against everyone is the conflict thats coming and even that is scripted as the recent uprising attest for if these people weren’t mere flesh puppets at the lowest form of resonance then how else do you explain them all getting up in arms, as instructed, at the same instant with perfect timing. Recognize:

Your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend. And yet, its all unfolded as intended which, by the nature of the fractal we’re within includes the messages I’m sending into the collective unconsciousness via the willhelpme project as I intend to help those who wish to ascend whilst those in the thick of it are more than content to parade their ignorance as wisdom they’ve never reality tested beyond what they were programmed with, back when. Like I said, a baby of now is born with the golden age resonance innate within them. Where does it go? Whom consumes it and by what means and motive? Well, that is a deeper topic that many wish to keep private as they’ve made their pledge and placed their bets in ignorance due to false promises and some theatrical deceptions which lead them to play their parts in the script without thinking. I ain’t mad at em. After all, they gave me the key to eternity by trying to kill me whilst simultaneously reminding me I’m immortal so it is what it is, in the end. We haven’t even touched whats in the oceans but are hell bent on ascending to the stars whilst few comprehend the true meaning of Van Allen belt or why the gravitation at certain ancient temples and buildings seems to be different to the rest or why the old spiritual types and shamans were often found in the hills, far from the Valley of the Plebs.

The age of iron ends with a huge conflict and from the dregs, once again, rises a phoenix that promises a different future:

Transhumanism aka the world that is coming or the Games next stage which is the previously outlined but flipped as we row, row, row our boats made of flesh, gently down the stream of consciousness – until we recollect – merrily, merrily, merrily that life is but a dream within a dream that spins like a wheel trapped in the same that makes no real traction with the authentic realm if you’re well adjusted to the immense social sickness they transmit as they way to be and how it is as you run along the psychosocial treadmill. The Warrior marches to the beat of a different drummer, one that is quite quiet until you tune in and drop out of the mess that is standard resonance by daring to Do the Knowledge which, often, creates dramatic outcomes and unexpected acts in those around them because it takes a nation of billions to hold back one childs Inner Sense who would click, in an instant, the Emperor was naked if left to their own devices and intuition versus social sanctioned madness as pimped via the System that forms their inner realms and tells them what to Thunk and not how to think as that is a whole nother wavelength.

So, the one legged bull will obtain a silicon prosthetic and begin its ascent as future men, reduced in number but increased in intelligence, reverse the process mentioned until they gain those halcyon days again where Earth was an Eden and they walked, naked, in a hospitable environment with a totally different arrangement of stars overhead with which they communicated as they comprehended that without them none of this exists as it plays out entirely inside their consciousness. There was no need for beef or conflict, religion or division for, when they met, they pressed palms at the chest – the true seat of resonance – as they bow their heads and genuflect for the body language says:

“You are another me” as symbolized by the fist of the right that rests in the open palm of the left as power is regulated via wisdom and both dwell in a humility that humanity will, once again, taste eventually before we do it all again. And again. And again. I’m sure you can tell why after a while some would begin to suspect that “reality” actually isn’t and they’re actually far more powerful than we suspect. Some would say thats the main challenge of every level and one of the best things about the stage we’re currently on is a Warrior can, should they wish, step out of this realm at the end of his spin with a quickness that simply isn’t possible in others as they are, by their very nature, far more seductive. Those who do reject the Game and thus don’t be surprised if it does the same, my friend, as the first rule of any con is you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and thus it uses the data it farms from these minds to create new tricks for the fresh playas stepping in from one life to the next and thus it is what it is and you are what you will be and have always been:

Pure consciousness. The unfinite, made flesh. Can you hear the Psylense?

For you none of this has to be correct, just take it as a thought experiment. For me these are lyrics I’ve lived and shared with the intent to up your resonance should you care to Do the Knowledge and reality test what I said for, in the end, you are another me, my friend and thus I wish you the best, everywhen.

Till we meet again