Ranging from mild discomfort to flat out nope to the power of infinitum there isn’t a Soul in this realm that hasn’t been tainted and painted by the fear brush. Matter of fact I’d be willing to bet that, on a scale of one to ten, there are many, many more with a double digit fix (served with all the sprinkles) than those that stand alone with a “Take it or leave it” mindset. Isn’t that interesting? It certainly makes me think because if the Game is mental that means its fought in your head via thoughts and perceptions and your interaction with these energetics. What I’m saying is they are YOUR fears. Really let that sink in to the depths of your perception and down to the core belief level because what springs from this is an immense sense of empowerment when you comprehend that the Game plays out inside your awareness. Imagine it like this:
If silence was scared of the song it would miss the best part of the performance it makes possible as it strives to avoid that which it can’t ignore and thus must deal with. Feel that within. Not just the words and the text but the somatic sense it builds. Make it rich. Sensual. Is the quiet fluffy and the sound sharp and violent in comparison? What are their colors? Explore the resonance. Thats like the zone of (dis)comfort to which we run and then wonder why the magic never seems to come or manifest. Matter of fact Hollywood (and the rest of its front organizations like education and politics) thrives on this and depends upon your ignorance to butter the bread you’re force fed, even though you’re gluten and dairy intolerant. Did you know that both of these things create an opiate like effect inside your head that makes it really hard to quit that which provides a small slice of comfort in a world that feels two steps from hell but with pretty decent window dressing designed to keep the stench of fear well hid under a thin veneer of socialization and tricks that lead to all in this realm wearing masks that deny they’re mere fragments of themselves.
And the alpha and omega of this mix? Fear, itself.
Everybody has a regret. A time they recollect, with an effortlessness which pitches a vivid image in your head along with the matching somatic sensations like a shortness of breath, your shoulders scrunching and maybe your brow as well whilst your throat gets tense and thin bead of sweat makes its presence felt via weak knees, arms heavy and a mind that automatically offers “Spaghetti” as the next link. Sometimes you’ve just got to lose your (false) self in order to come to your senses about the true nature of this illusion in which we are currently manifest and taught to believe we’re human. Isn’t it interesting that the spell I just spit also has another meaning which links in quite well with the start of this section and the entire topic. It also means a legal action which means one wavelength with many modes of resonance, none of which you created but all you accepted without question when they were pumped into your head at a time you were impressionable. Trying to make sense of a world that seemed frighteningly magnificent as you were surrounded by those who no longer felt quite as fresh and vivid themselves as they were far distanced from the gift of the present moment and thus Adulterated. And, to think, in terms of emotional richness and strength fear was most probably the wavelength you were most familiar with in terms of its relative resonance and way it overwhelmed your senses. Like a cloud of darkness that quietly draped over the light music that kept you distracted by its non stop chatter and impressions that never end via that voice in your head that you aren’t but Thunk you are because thats what Simon Says…
For all you know you know and know you don’t there is a much larger part that you won’t admit and thus place off limits. I call it “What you don’t know you don’t know“. Its a dark side of the moon thing because there is a wax and wane that slides between a light and dark that is reflected but the flip of this contains… Well, haven’t you wondered? I do, still, and did, once upon a when.
See, I know fear in a way that most people will never, ever makes its acquaintance. Its been my royal, loyal friend since before I stepped in and donned this skin around my unfinite awareness that was split – like a tree laden with fruit that was stripped of its offerings before having its leaves trimmed and then its branches were hacked to bits before the trunk was axed in and the roots fully ripped from the ground that sustained them so all thats left is a seed, an acorn of remembrance, a glimmer of potential. A fractal expression of the all of everything that was flip turned upside down upon its Self and then launched into a realm modulated via the five senses that peer at a tiny, tiny selection of the electromagnetic spectrum from which they stitch together a narrative and are then held hostage by the voice in their head that uses their fears as a weapon to ensure they always dwell within the cell of the Mind Made Prison that has bars, invisible, but are, nonetheless, felt by every single Soul in this realm on a scale of one to ten with most weighing in as emotionally body positive but trying hard to pretend they’re perfectly supermodel thin and or curvaceous or whatever else isn’t them but is programmed in by this realm as what is not only accepted but expected and anything less is a mess that is not inherently attractive.
You can consider all of this to be the inverted tree of the (false) self from which we eat thanks to nibbling the Venusian riddle that presents hidden inside both the orbit and fruit itself as well as the crooked trick that intends to insert Siri into your iris as we become transhuman and prep for the next level with the credit of our Soul being dropped into what I’ll call Techno Sapiens when carbon and silicon mix. How wild is this? Without fear nobody would accept this but with it it seems so attractive. Kind of like how people are going to look back at this immense period of self hatred in this realm where no one can’t accept themselves as they are and then yell at others for not sanctioning their madness by buying into the image they project. Tell me this world isn’t crazy. Matter of fact, rate that on a scale of one to ten with the single digit being a range of people that Know their Self and energetics so well they are capable of manifesting things that regular people wouldn’t comprehend but lets say they effortlessly breathe two times a minute with optimal blood oxygenation thanks to not possessing an immense belt of tension that winds its invisible grip around their neck, chest and abdomen as well as their eyes, mouths and forehead as well and ten being those that are unaware of what I’ve just said but having it run their awareness via a voice in their head which, at this very moment, is trying to discount what you’ve just read because if you clicked this then the jig is up and a Game with no playas is an empty dimension like a box which could contain a kitten except there was no pussy within as without perception there is naught but potential. The end. Before it even begins.
Thats how powerful your awareness is. Really let that sink in and see how far you can follow it to its depths and maybe you too will hear the Psylense. When you do I’d be interested in hearing what it said and how your trip notes compare and contrast to my imperience as we all bring our own perspective and bias which mistranslates the message due to our own judgement.
Thats how powerful your awareness is. With a silken effortlessness a world was pulled over your head, like a cowl that scowls with a veiled threat of darkness as you were set about by three hooligans that we shall call Thought, Emotion and Action. If you stop and think about it its often this trio that leave their sig upon the cheques of time you are then pledged to honor by the board as you serve your life sentence in the flesh swimming in ignorance of these principles as you’ve been trained to Thunk that stars and earthbound celebs are one and the same thing when, in reality, only one of these is authentic but both need a Witness to exist. Like I said, holly wood weaves spells and like that tree that was stripped back down to its most basic essence your awareness was fragmented so they could take this negative space and fill it with things that don’t exist. Much like a kid intuits, if you close your eyes it doesn’t exist aka withdraw your awareness from this realm and what the one who built in darkness with no guidance or admonishment created as his footrest with a little help from his friends. Actually, lets get back to them:
Though, Emotion and Action were three good kids that came up in a place two bus stops from hell. It didn’t take long for them to get corrupted into Perverted Thought, Desiring Emotion and Destructive Action who took the helm and, in effect, they possessed the original Inner Sense with a state of Adulteration that deviated so far from their blueprint that they turned to kill that which gave them life. Much like humans and this planet which is chocked to the gills with xenoestrogens and micro-plastics that exert their quiet influence in a long con of terraforming humans via the steady degradation of their environment in the quest to acquire more newly printed bills that are backed by nothing else than peoples investment in what they rep as they mistake the map for the destination and thus miss that true wealth springs from within which is why the System built over it and installed a plumbing rig that then sends you a bill for the pleasure of drinking the waters they’ve filled with a perfect balance of trace level toxins designed to ensure you are steadily poisoned by what you are consuming as a form of sustenance. Social media and the press are ten times worse than this and a billion times less subtle but flicking back, again, to that one to ten insane human scale, I bet you can imagine that those who live in the transcendent awareness of Inner Sense that isn’t Adulterated with bands of tension that skew their perceptions to taint their presence with a process I’ve termed the Pane Body – named so because you see through it and thus its invisible until you comprehend that, if they could, they’d charge you to breathe the air which is no different from getting a water bill, is it?
So, these three kids let him have it, Chris, and killed the one that gave them sentience. You. They are YOUR fears as this all plays out inside your awareness ergo you are another me and I am thee from another lens because we’re made of the Self same thing that every religion is chasing and science dreams of cavorting with. The zero point of origin, the Prime, the prexisting that has many names and labels but will never be found in any temple, mosque or establishment man built as they are simply tools of oppression, repression and dividing under the guise of unification to provide conflict. Just like the net, yes? So you can pretend these three form the dimensions that birthed the flesh you’re currently wearing whilst being hooked on phonics and carrying an acorn of potential within that most, from start to end, will never stop and examine. Those who plant and water it with their attention are far less. Can you see why I’ve said this realm is a living hell to those who still dwell in Inner Sense? All it took was a near constant series of assaults on my frame since I stepped in to gain this awareness in the flesh because when you’ve been scared to death the only thing that comes next is to dare to live, once again, because the only way out of this realm needs you to balance the equation ergo you can’t leave with any more or less than you stepped in with:
One hundred percent pure confidence and total Self acceptance with the intrinsic awareness you are the most important person on the planet and this entire place revolves around your presence. Thats Inner Sense, in its most basic. The Warrior aims to transcend Adulteration by shaking off his programming and the collective hypnosis foisted on the population and sustained using the threats of life ending events, near constant stress and more distractions than your caveman energetics can handle as you stayed hypnotized by a black mirror that reflects the planet Saturn that moves in a hexagram and thus links to Venus. Like I said, the stars tell me far realer tales than any of your fake celebs but their well timed deaths certainly send a message which is akin to a sacrifice to these ruffians – now twelve and counting – much like war and conflict. You ever wondered about all of those dead cows, pigs and whatever else they told us needed to become burnt offerings for whatever reason? What about abortions as well or is that a bridge to far for you to travail just like womens rights being the best thing for them when, in reality, they’re more oppressed now than they’ve ever been as they get all the same stress and problems as modern men but with no true friends or camaraderie and the rest because women, first and foremost, compete amongst themselves and thus chase delusions that were poured into their heads by shows that told them “Yes, you can have your cake and stay thin, without Ozempic face kicking in” as Sex & The City did a number on their awareness. Wait till I tell you about those famous soles painted red and their true origin because if you believe that woof ticket then you’ll probably accept the huge fib that that says death and taxes are inevitable as you swim in the seas of debt and Thunk that getting ahead is best done by exchanging chains made of iron for those of platinum so you too can warble like the caged bird sings in avoid the simple truth buried under your coping mechs and various modes of avoidance:
You are scared to death to live because you were trained to place your strength outside of your Self which is in direct opposition to a fact you are welcome to reality test – this entire realm takes place inside your awareness. Here’s how to check it:
Imagine not existing.
I mean, really invest in this. After a while you’ll find the concept ridiculous because it simply can’t happen as you are a fractal echo of the Prime, the prexisting. Even if you pretend not to be there is still something, Psylently, observing. This state I call the Witness. You can further test the hypothesis by extending this concept to the you that sees visions inside their head in bed whilst dreaming and mistakes them for authentic before you rise into another illusion which is just as false but more constant. Reality, truly, is a trip in that sense and I’ve had some funny old conversations with schizophrenics who said:
“How come you feel like one of us but you look like one of them?”.
Magick. With a k as that spell makes all the difference as its all about hypnosis in this realm and whilst we all click how simple it is to make one hop around, squawking, and pretend they’re a chicken how few comprehend that 8 billion Souls are present and firmly convinced they’re human. Ain’t that a wheeze? Playa, can you spare some cheese and bread so I can get a hit of that casomorphine goodness? If not I’m sure the net can frazzle my central nervous system with constant belts of stimulation as I swim in a toxic soup of chemicals they proudly say are forever that exert their influence upon my perceptions on the subtle level that is aggregate and designed to create a sense of hate for ourselves and this realm and pretty much everything else because Victims like to blame whilst Warriors spot their Opponents Game and chose to grab the reigns of their consciousness whilst living because those twelve hungry demons I mentioned are nothing more and nothing less than our old friends the symbols of the zodiac which is why both Hitler and the US flapped those eagles wings and Jesus said the drinks would be on him as the sun of god slid into the next house with a tale which shall link a roaring lion of a man, who uplifts the oppressed as the waterbearer of higher consciousness like they did loaves and fish, back when:
Like I said, the stars have their own message. Are you listening? They are programming language of this realm and thus the true artificial intelligence which is making its presence felt via the carbon based upgrades that are coming because the Game plays out inside your awareness ergo they are YOUR fears. Thus strengths. If you accept this mission to be willing to get free or thrive trying as I’ve been on this kick for many incarnations and this is my last spin in this realm so take a moment to listen, reality test a little bit and tell me what happens because I’m super selective with what and whom I give my attention (which is why no news is good news is exactly how I live) but its always interesting to see what others discover within with a little bit of guidance on how to speak body language in order to hear the Psylense the noiZ is currently hiding. Try jumping up and down, just a subtle bounce, feet grounded, shaking all of your flesh for ten minutes then stand perfectly still for the same period and listen, within. When you can something very, very interesting will happen as the Pane Body I mentioned will chip after a couple of months of practicing and nothing will ever be the same again. Say hello to your Inner Sense, my friend. Let me tell you what happened to me so you can make your comparison when you tap this wavelength of your awareness:
Outside of my flesh, after I’d been doing this for extended periods with steadily increasing resonance that needed far less effort to manifest, I energetically met a state I call Pixem. A pixel of emotion that felt like a water droplet that was supercharged with awareness and recollection from which I’d disconnected and suppressed. I actually relieved it. A full on distortion of timespace like I was a feathered serpent that was wormholing around the Van Allen belts at full clip to go back to the future of an event that felt as real and vivid as you just noticing you are now breathing manually.
“Don’t you just hate it?” he said, with a grin, as he proved the power of suggestion because words are spells that influence your nervous system that changes your consciousness into a loop that keeps (false) self perpetuation which is why you run like a gerbil in a cage in what they call the rat race chasing bio survival tickets on a planet of Souls that are outsane because being in is pretty decent as they see the Game how it is which is why they label them schizophrenics and stick depot injections in their rear end because, back when, these same dudes would’ve been shamans, well versed in the realm beyond this as they danced the songlines and spoke to the spirits that now torment them as they are medicated and psycho the raped to say they don’t exist or else they’ll double the pills and roll out that fit with the long armed jacket. Can you imagine, just for a bit, that you think there are a group of people out to get you and when you tell someone else they prove it by locking you up against your will and force feeding you psychotropics in order to ensure your silence? There was an experiment, once upon a when, where students pretended, when presenting, to be insane to gain admission to an asylum and then carried on acting totally normal and handling their biz as regular people whilst waiting for them to click.
Most of them didn’t see the exit because the team were convinced that all they did was proof of their madness. Like an inverted naked emperor thing. This is the power of spells when I’m telling you that, from my lens, these so called schizophrenics raise some very interesting questions, like:
Why can’t you control that voice in your head?
The actual only difference between you and them is you accept it as you, without questions, and they comprehended they are something else listening to it and then fragmented before being sucked away into a (false) self reflecting fractal that bounces their awareness between this and a higher realm without a concrete state of Centering from which to gain discernment. Much like lucid dreaming, in that sense, because first you’ve got to click what that old nursery rhyme meant:
“Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh)
Gently down the stream (of consciousness)
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
(for fear is false evidence appearing real)
Life is but a dream
(within a dream)“.
Its a dark side of the moon thing, see? Thats how it seems to me currently so why not bounce with a fully body rhythm for forty five minutes at a belt until your Pane Body chips and you too can beam your consciousness to this celestial event and read what was written on the part that was hidden and dressed in the flesh and skeleton of your fears you try to pretend don’t exist.
Till we meet again
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