Previously we spoke a bit about the concept of Soul Ages. To expound on this topic I decided to face it, chest first, and get to the heart of the matter in this Game that we play using our Souls as credits:
Fear.
If you want to have a solid proof with no abstraction or metaphysics needed about the Knowledge I’m kicking then fear be its name. Check:
The greater the fear, the greater the win on this level because if you step onto the board with an immense array of skills, talents and potential then best believe life is going to knee you in the nuts when it comes to your confidence as your Opponent is all about below the belt tactics because, as MJ said, they’ll kick you and they’ll beat you then they’ll tell you its fair. Another way of looking at it is the good old coal to diamond effect as well as what I’ve said about the Game being all in your head as this is how you master your energetics. Lets take a look at a page of one of the greats when it came to mastering the skill of Self gnosis aka feeling the fear and giving not a single F:
“In order to live one must dare to be incorrect. Becoming good isn’t linked to he who inks between the margins, pre set, but one who chances to look within and share his own, unique vision. The opposite leads stagnation, safety and mediocrity. The canvas screams “Ye cannot do a thing” until I slap something on it in a state of rebellion as I comprehend the shadows depth. May I tell you a secret?
Most who paint are afraid of the frame that sits, in state of perfection, with its silent judgement and taunts their efforts, creativity and potential. The deeper level to this reveals the true tryst as its the canvas that is scared of the artists passion. The only difference between the best and the rest that never even made the attempt is the former broke the spell of the “You can’t” in their head and went, hell for leather, to share their own visions of heaven with the rest. That, my dear brother, is truly living. It applies to each spectrum so I encourage you to accept no imitation in this world full of Souls, numb and deadened“.
Such were the sentiments expressed by one Vincent Van Gogh, October Second, Eighteen Eighty Four to his younger sibling and if that doesn’t hit the nail on the head with the hammerical equivalent of Mac Ten I don’t know what will. The man himself lived a life that was two steps from hell and this, as I’ve previously mentioned, was because he was decoding a whole nother wavelength that most couldn’t comprehend. One of the strongest effects the world possess is that of calling one “Insane”. I embrace that label with napalm as its said:
“If “Sane” is a place and I’m in it then thats perfect, isn’t it? Its you MFs that are “Outsane” that need help as you’re too well adjusted to such immense sickness that demands you not only die with your music within but pay for every little step you take around the treadmill of ignorance with the rest that are just as quiet and equally desperate“.
Dare ye Know the Ledge? Van Gogh did but, unsurprisingly, nobody listened. Nobody listened and yet those who felt his message nodded from within their chests because even though he lived in near poverties grip and barely managed to sell one commission whilst living the ones who stepped in after he’d left started to comprehend his vision. Can you see why I’ve said the fix is in, my friend? There are plenty of bodies, buried in the desert. I know this because, once upon a when, I bought what they shoveled and wanted to ascend to the head of this financial pyramid in the abyss but then something strange happened on the road to Vagus that shook my nerves from the stupor and Self estrangement that had taken my investment, from one life to the next, via the misappropriation of my skills and talents. That is another tangent but, in the end, its all interconnected as my lives in the darkness are what allow me to shine in this spin.
The greater the fear, the greater the win.
A child steps into this realm and the confidence is pouring out of them. Its so immense that its palpable, in the energetic sense, hence the folk wisdom that says:
“It takes a hundred of the Adulterated, making all the rabble they can, to fill a home with the spark that one child brings in”.
Tell me, my friend, has a truer word ever been said? The above expresses, in a nutshell, my entire gripe with the Game and to what I call your attention because why is the process of deadening that turns a fresh fruit to a twig that is then chopped and edited into a form fitting toothpick not questioned? Why does everyone accept it? Do you remember, back when, when you first comprehended that those folks you claimed your parents were, too, once children? I do and then promptly had my first existential crisis as a time most were still rocking Pampers. Thats the Game, my friend, thats the Game. I remember looking at them with a newfound sense of vision that possessed such immense clarity and depth that only two words could suffice to bring it to their attention:
Cue blank stares and obfuscation. The fear had won the Game, for them, and I said this is something I will fight against, no matter the consequence and meant it as I live my lyrics. Cue a hundred different types of whipping and things beyond the retinue of polite conversation for to rebel without a pause as you Know you’ve found the cause is something quite amazing. And yet, this is what lead Van Gogh to blow out his brains and many others lapse into addiction as they try their best to ignore the call from within and are determined to life the live, unexamined, as they place one foot in front of the next – just like their parents – on the psychosocial treadmill that turns life into the realm into a slow death sentence that is handed out in increments. My, that took a turn for the dark, didn’t it? Don’t mind me, I’m just sprinkling seeds for roses to bloom once they’ve cracked that concrete pavement in your head as I aim at your chest for that is where the inner child that listens rests and, right now, they’re nodding their head in agreement because you know this is the call to adventure for which you’ve been waiting. What is preventing your ascent?
Fear, my friend.
I’ve said before that one must embrace the pain to win the Game otherwise you will be manipulated by it, no end, as this realm is red in tooth and claw as billions of lives attest. People who are under the most effective brainwashing will never, ever question the narrative as they are totally certain the voice in their head is them. Is that so? Tell me, my friend, if that is the case then who is the one that listens?
The Witness aka the way to liberation from the tyranny of ignorance that is foist upon the helpless by wicked men whose influence extends beyond this realm. This is what you must wrestle with, best and gain control of your Soul from in your personal exodus because the land that is promised actually exists beneath your neck and is filled with more wonder and splendor than you can currently imagine as you’re numbed and dumbed down via a life of trauma programming. I really want you to peel this onion even though the fume may appear caustic because if you’re an Eighties jit like me then think of the collective trauma you’ve Witnessed on top of the personal as we came from a time when the racism was blatant, the walls were dipped in lead paint and safe spaces were regularly invaded as the world seemed hell bent on a crusade to defile every shred of innocence. You could say the modern times are a total counterswing that was designed to miss the mid aka becoming Centered in Self as when everyone gets a medal it doesn’t mean that you all win. Far from it as it reps standing and celebrating with a bunch of losers which is as harsh as it is authentic. My pills may taste bitter on the lips but the honey glow unfolds within if you’re one of the 8% capable of digesting what I said. Lets break it down like this:
A child steps in with a celestial mission etched in their chest. Some know, off rip, others need a bit of prompting to discover it as they try on various sizes of outfits in a quest to hone their skills. Before this can get in full swing you are bundled off with the rest of the space cadets into the open arms of the concentration camp wing of the System. If you Thunk brainwashing isn’t effective I want you to recollect that people, back when, threw their babies into the molten fires of Moloch and incinerated them for blessings. Same process, different method as this ones a slow burn, like Bieber played at eight hundred percent less speed to create an avant-garde masterpiece. Haven’t you ever wondered why each child wants to “Know” but keeps hearing “No!” with a cross face and threat of removing the affection and protection they’re craving? There is a reason I call these spells Devilish, my friend, as the intent that cooked them up and unleashed them on the nation is the same Slave/Masters I’ve previously mentioned who are like the chefs of hells kitchen that excel in cooking frogs, whilst living. Lets keep it Kermit:
You Know exactly what I’ve said because you can feel it in your chest, correct? Well, what are you gonna do about it? The greater the fear, the greater the win so if you can walk with the common man and not give one single F about what the world says then yours is the world, my friend, and everything in it which is ironic because from beginning till end and beyond this realm it all plays out inside your consciousness. Remember what I said about the Witness aka the one attuned with the Psylense? Get familiar with it and you won’t need to read what I sent as you’ll live your own lyrics and share them with the rest with the each one, teach one mindset that is the exact opposite of the Mind Made Prison that feels comfortingly fresh with its familiar newness as you were, once upon a when, the living embodiment of Inner Sense that was then Adulterated by a cold and unfeeling System that needs to condition you to accept such worldwide madness as not just the way it is but the only sane option. Tell me that doesn’t sound crazed, my friend?
The Matrix is such a thing that, once it has a grip, it will never, ever relent and keep trying to stuff you back in the Reality Tunnel you once dug, without question. Thing is its like noticing a magicians trick where he tries to misdirect your attention as the theatricality and deception are no longer powerful agents once you’ve been initiated into the shadows depth that hides your true shine and its what we all, secretly and in private, are mourning and craving. The world as it stands is a totem to our ignorance because its all for sale, in the end, but like Midas, don’t expect the glint to pass your lips and change a thing within as it simply cannot happen. The only solution I’ve found is the quest for liberation. Sure, along the way we meet those who may attempt to dissuade from this but if we see them as teachers that point at our weakness we have actually found something akin to spiritual GPS that ensures you develop strength a pace you can handle then there is no failure, only feedback. Sure, this may go against the grain of the flesh with its DNA Commands embedded that say things like:
“Toward pleasure, away from pain”.
As various things attempt to masturbate your emotions with egoic tricks but that post nut clarity is a bish which is why many only ever face it in death when they go head to head with the faceless and lose, again, as this is a battle they should have fought whilst living in order to have leveled up enough to knock out the ferryman that demands his tuppence for a one way ticket back to this realm. Ignorance is expensive, my friend, and we Warriors cannot afford such a dalliance. Let the dead bury the dead with their platitudes of ignorance as they take measured steps around the psychosocial treadmill that was built and devised by a certain architect for just such a reason because:
How many times do you think you’ve read this text? That is a deeper topic and, like I previously mentioned, the real big bang is when sperm meets egg so why do you suspect that nature, most miserly generous, expends such an immense amount of energetics per ejaculation? Ponder this, if you will and see what the black mirror reveals to one who gets that its impossible for anything else to exist without his presence. This world is a side effect, my friend. You are Prime cause of all of this but if they can wrap that gnosis in paper of dread that is covered with arcane symbols that wield threat then avert your imagination and skill into creating a world that aims to trick and pimp your awareness to look anywhere but within then its a perfect poison, yes?
Van Gogh lived, and died, on his terms. Nowadays we call him a legend, a one of one, an original inspiration of the authentic in a world of counterfeits that pretend. And yet, right now, there are 8 billion capable of exceeding and excelling far beyond him. If only they’ll comprehend that the beast that feasts upon them and issues its messages via the voice in their head isn’t something to be heeded but challenged then they might Know the Ledge. I doubt it but I hope for the best. As it stands, in my estimation, only 8% are truly ready, willing and capable to take up this challenge whilst the rest are quite content in the velvet lined rut of ignorance that passes for an existence when, in reality, its subsistence as they kneel at the feet of midgets, as instructed, and wonder why their true form manifests pains in the rear end and back problems. Emancipate your Self from mental Slavery, none but your Self can free your mind as expecting a savior to swoop in and save everything is the worlds greatest deception as the billions of Souls that have lived and died waiting for such a thing attest. For what, in the end, are you waiting? Life makes a killing in deadening the potential of all who step in as your energetics and true potential are syphoned by a predator of consciousness that pretends to be you. If nothing else take this sentiment and use it like the lens from They Live and tell me if it doesn’t go hammertime on the nail which was sticking out like a splinter in your awareness. What comes next is a process of introspection in which you use the contrast of the newly smoothed surface and compare it to the pure Inner Sense you once possessed before a swift bit of Spot the Difference causes the Adulterated aspect to be ejected as you reprogram your internal OS.
The greater the fear, the greater the win and there are countless lives that stand in testament to this axiom as the best place to hide your true strength is behind that which you won’t admit you dread. Embrace the pain to win the Game.
Till we meet again
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