Man invents symbols into which he invests passion and authority then forgets they are his creations pointing at something else. Its pretty wild when you comprehend the depth of the missive because its akin to someone saying your grams had the best cooking so she starts gathering people round to see her whip in the kitchen and then someone pens the text of the proces, laces it with an image then says:
“Behold, the myth, the legend, the most amazing thing you ever tasted”.
As they hand you a piece of paper on plate with knife and fork plus great flourish. In that respect one would tell, in an instant, how stupid the entire thing is but when it comes to the psychospiritual its another barrel of fish. That doesn’t stop the shooting or others from popping off at the lip about what they thought was meant and the deeper intent along with why so and so is an infidel and the rest of the mess that rages unchecked in the heads of billions. Let me tell you what I think:
GOD = Generation, Operation, Destruction.
There is your trinity, in all its forms and its a constant of this realm because, first and foremost, the Game is mental ergo lets say you feel a thirst and thought in your head says “Lets get a drink” so you notice something, a drive, a motivation, a resonance has been created and what comes next scratches that itch as you are motivated into action and take a sip. Eventually this is excreted, whether via urine or sweat and it is what it is but he gains nothing, loses nothing and is mainly the imperience through which this realm filters like a hand full of sand that is slammed in a cast to create a castle on the beach that is erased by the waves, eventually. Same thing, different Game. We, at this moment, are stuck in the destructive end of the program as the generative days are long gone as the old halcyons that bought forth all kinds of architecture and wondrous things that were then crafted further and elevated into a state of sustenance became codified and rigid, far divorced from a living tradition, and that makes the world as it is for the process processes itself with no assistance needed just like a cloud falls as rain to pool in an ocean before the sun lifts it back to its station to do it all again. The good news is that if you are reading this you are probably one up on the wavelength and thus not swimming in the main stream ergo you get to set the tone as you click you are not the flesh or thoughts therein but pure consciousness instead.
Of course, if you are aware of the ins and outs of this process you can reprogram the OS that runs in your head to a better wavelength that attracts what you wish whilst rejecting negative suggestions on all levels. Even then, with an alchemical mindset, one can twist and flip these evil eyed energetics into something else. Of that I’m living testament because the only thing in this realm that is truly genuine is consciousness. Don’t leave home without it! Gnosis, that is…
Your thoughts work the same way and when the record in your head has a scratch on the treads we call it Obsessive Compulsive as one keeps two stepping and seeking a solution that is never, ever forthcoming. On the flip we have the all out hedonist who seeks total obliteration via sex, drugs or even videogaming and these usually miss the first two elements as nothing is created or sustained as they seek an exit from the moment. Obviously there are some – usually artists – that mix and blend this process real well as they are freed from the mortal chains that most men possess and thus can indulge their whims and perform on their own schedule whereas the salaryman must clock in at Nine AM as the boss says in order to collect his check. The record exec plays the same role and, for him, there is no generation (in the true sense) as they are all about the mid as that brings the profit in that lets the tills ring. If the star stops selling there is no more twinkle of false ascent and the destruction kicks in when they go back to asking “Paper or plastic?” as they get to bagging.
We all tap dance around these streams of reality and its what gave birth to this concept we have of a supreme being in mans quest for meaning as well as various other branches and limbs that have created such an immense forest that is filled with trees, invisible, thanks to the nature of magical spells woven with the sticks that were hewn and whittled with some crafty words thrown in. Return three sender, cancel and deleted. Now, obviously, no sane, well adjust man believes in such fairy tale foolishness and yet, deep down within, something does and did as evidenced by the success of Harry Potter and the rest.
The first thing you must comprehend, if you seek true freedom, is that your mind is behind enemy lines and thus your unfinite awareness is being held captive within a construct that manufactures proof for the lies that it tells. Not only this but it works on the principle of resonance and this pimps the dome much like an algorithm to create a Reality Tunnel that most dig from birth till death and back again without ever questioning the narrative. Thats an amazing demonstration of the willful ignorance that 81% of this realm are content to live with and thus my texts aren’t aimed at them as its too easy to label these thoughts as blasphemous and the rest as per the opening statement. They are the ones that eat dry text in lieu of home cooked excellence and will wail and protest if you dare mention the missing ingredient is actually what is the root cause of their built up pain and aggression. People don’t want to be helped. They want to be correct and if the coordinates on your GPS are sketch then who is to say you weren’t supposed to drive off a cliff if you chose to ignore your own Inner Sense. What won’t you allow your Self to think? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend.
Just another Hollywood distortion because those invested in one fabrication are often willing clients for a new version as there is but one trick in this realm that is as old as it is effective ergo there exists but one solution:
You only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent.
He who is humble enough to recognize this whilst living and swiftly relabels his enemy as teacher instead is placed in an interesting position as he makes that which persecuted him his Victim instead. What can I say? The Game is vicious as its a learning algorithm and they use this new data set to see how they can best the rest. Pimp the pimp, ya dig? Its a Game of three halves, my friend, and what you don’t know you don’t know is the region in which the Warrior swims whilst the schizo drowns in a sea of technicolor images and signals that play with his head. I want you to imagine this:
You are born in Flatland. A two dimensional page upon which everyone is quite thin. One day you bounce out of this frame and onto the table where a sphere is presented and you grasp another angle. Then, all of a sudden, you are back in the Game with the rest who play with a near total ignorance of the fact that there is something vast that surrounds them. If you try and pass on the data you’ll find they lack the frame of reference as they’ll point at a circle and ignore your:
“Yes, but its different”.
If, by some magic, you passed the ball through the page they’d see a shape that increased and decreased as it went and most would lack the gray matter in their head to stitch a coherent narrative with a bit of imagination to create another dimension from within the constrain of limits. Think of the fact that we, via the flesh, interpret a tiny, tiny slice of the EM spectrum and the signals that pour in range around eleven million bits per second of which we are consciously aware of a handful and thats after they’ve passed an immense sequence of editing, chopping and presenting to our senses to show what we expect aka the Mind Made Prison that manufacturers proof for the lies that it tells and does so, really well, for the solo, dolo captive audience in your head that dwells within a state of Stockholm Syndrome as its busy assisting in the looting of its own temple of higher resonance via the cavity in your chest from which you are totally disconnected.
I suppose that proves, once again that the Generation, Operation and Destruction principle is full effect because from zero to six you dwell in Inner Sense whilst from then plus two decades the Adulteration kicks in and from then on most are the living dead who haven’t stopped to check why life feels like this because that superfire grams cooking they once tasted with their own lips was, somehow, stealthily switched out for a list of ingredients instead that offer a hint at the real thing but not what you miss. I guess if more clicked this there would be less profit for the military industrial complex as crisis is the brand they sell and business is booming for the death potential hence everyone against anyone is the war soon sold and that, itself, follows the same pattern which breaks down like this:
Generate division. It matters not if its blue eyes vs brown or fat against thin as long as it gets them fighting.
Operate on both sides whilst playing them against the mid. Why? “Because F em, thats why!” before getting ready for the best bit:
Destruction. A man in the boardroom said:
“You know how much money we can rake in from these rebuilding contracts when we’re the ones that sold the weapons that did the damage. I swear its a license to print, it is!”.
In a nutshell I’ve just shared my perspective on what I feel is a stand alone, empirical truth of this realm that you’re willing to reality test as all follows the process mentioned and we took it from a living thing and made it an acronym then force fed the next gen print in lieu of what the recipe promises and this creates a huge sense of dissatisfaction which is then projected on the rest to keep it all rocking as there are levels to the scam but the blueprint is identical for one who Knows the Ledge as he reverse engineers the trick and gets back to that really fresh home cooked dish that tastes like Inner Sense as its what we all stepped in with our first breath and thus its best to get familiar before you ascend otherwise its a one way ticket back to hell to do it all again. And again. And again.
What? You think this is the first time you’ve read this text?
Till we meet again
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