Some things about life are just plain fun because we come at them with a sense of wonder and ignorance. The thrill of mastery, gaining a new skill or the budding of a relationship all offer bliss as they etch new neural traces in the gray matter of your head and the hologram projected shifts to accommodate your fresh perceptions. That alone, for most, should be a huge hint abut the primacy of consciousness and how the whole rose tint effect of state dependent memory works for everything from puppy lxve to chronic depression. We are nothing if not stories made flesh.
The amazing thing about this concept is exactly how pliant the whole script is and how little bearing with “reality” (whatever that is) is actually needed for it to kick. In many ways the “Fake it till you make it” clique have some of the right concept as do the law of attraction heads but it all misses a vital step:
Being Centered in Self.
Have you ever noticed that what you chase, recedes and when you decide you don’t need it it appears, instantly? Thats a pretty weird blip when it comes to the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as it runs counter to the DNA Commands etched into the flesh. Like the other one that says “Toward pleasure, away from pain” as that is a surefire way of compounding your ignorance and heaping suffering pon your head. But, thats another topic. Today we’re kicking it on the perks of being gods with amnesia as that is what you are.
Imagine you were a candle. A special type of wax based host for sentience that glistens with the illumination that shines from the head. Now, we all know, fine well, that it didn’t spark itself and something else came along and made that contribution. Many call it whatever and then fight over the differences but we ain’t concerned with this as we’re keeping it real simple for this bit. The flame passes from parents to jits and when the wax melts we call that death as the shine that once lit is no longer present. But, what if there were levels to this? Dig:
Lets say the prime light came from the sun and if we were to stick this immense wattage on a candle it would melt as its simply too much voltage for it to handle. In order to make this kick we have a step down effect in which the current is regulated by, well, how handy is that, a dimension. Yes, thats perfect because in much the same way that a sphere can be simplified to a circle in which it maintains the essence whilst doing its own thing the candle gains a glow and does what it does best:
Promptly forgets its the root cause of all of this and believes its the wax which melts. Of course, the thought of this generates immense stress and thus most will pretend this isn’t happening and/or they are somehow immune to the process. A few will get wax lifts, others will even attempt to stitch LEDs to the tip and become Techno Candles. The old preachers like this not and call it the mark of the devil as its an abhorrent bastardization of their true potential and, who knows, they may be correct but, in the end, thats just as ignorant because of the whole “Sunlight using dimensions to dampen its influence to a level of comprehension capable of being decoded by wax based beings” concept I’ve just sketched in your awareness.
So, these candles in the wind that live lives so unpredictable tend to dim as they progress because not only is the wax dripping but something they don’t suspect is harvesting their energetics in a way that is subtle as it is slick for the syphon entices them via words in the wick of their spinal column that sends signals to their awareness that says:
“Why don’t you do this? And that? I’m not taking that mess. Let em have it, Chris!”.
This interloper in the mix, the dark side of the moon made manifest, brings a random element of chaos into the mix because, otherwise, life on the planet of sentient candles may just get boring. Now they can happily fight about hue, shade, length, brightness and many other topics. Much wax is spilled. Lets have a moment of silence for those that were extinguished so the rest may shine and melt.
What do you think would happen in this scene if, one day, a member steps up and says:
“See that big shiny thing over head that seems immense and powerful and glows all over the realm? Have you ever noticed how similar we are? If not in scale, in essence. I think there is something we don’t get and its not very well hidden but difficult to comprehend, nonetheless”.
Now we, so wise and elegant as human bearers of consciousness that are nowhere near stupid enough to believe the tricks and processing that something as powerful as awareness is actually generated (and not just modulated by the flesh) would steadily get the reference due to the outlined message:
“Well, they are like people in Flatland with no notion of sphere and thus the circle signals the depth of their image as they draw upon a flawed dataset and attempt to extract a deeper meaning using fragments that they stitch together using ignorance and wishful thinking”.
Of course the candles would never, ever get this as its beyond their frame of reference. Say, do you think many humans ever suspect that we decode a tiny, tiny percentage of the EM spectrum and that our subconscious awareness is capable of processing billions of bits of information in an instant with a speed and proficiency that would have silicon melting as it needed the power of a thousand suns to approximate a handful of Souls in true free motion or that these folks, once programmed, could be trained to accept a tiny part of their awareness that is built up of around seven bits that then ignore the rest which was instantly pressed through filters of perception, expectation and limits on what they believe is possible. I’m sure they would, after all, the comments sections, everywhen, and what trends show that man is smart and getting smarter.
And yet none of them seem to question the official narrative of how Egypt stepped on the scene, fully formed and perfect, whilst those who came after were downgraded imitations that didn’t stand the test of time and the planet is filled with myths and legends that attest that the current level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits could be called dumb and dumber get numb and number. Such is the state of gods with amnesia these days as they clutch to their symbols of faith like a drowning man a brick who, via their presence, never discovered that he could actually swim, real well, as that would lead to question who dumped him in the ocean and to what intent.
Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend, and you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent. Much like Candleville he makes his presence felt by augmenting your awareness at a low level aka the voice in your head but the trick is realizing you are that which listens and thus far more powerful. In that respect its like the candle, whilst living – before melt, the end – channeling the true power of illumination of the sun that chills in a higher dimension. Suddenly the oft repeated adage of “Know ye not that ye are gods?” makes way more sense to 8% of the populace as the splinter in their mind is dislodged. But, for those who wish to keep it as its a nice accompaniment to the forest of ignorance within which they’re meandering its still pretty slick, isn’t it?
I mean, here you are, wandering around on a planet, wearing flesh and totally convinced you’re human.
That is beyond crazy but not as insane as the so called schizo who, to extend the candle narrative, is akin to one of the waxmen that flips between the limited dimensional plane and the higher state I call Prime awareness but then attempts to navigate a sphere using the map of a circle. No wonder they generate such confusion. Actually, thinking about it, it now makes perfect sense why those that suspect that something is amiss and they’re being persecuted by shadowy agents that play with perceptions end up with depot injections in their rear ends and padded cells, yes? On the flip we have those who Know the Ledge and many to navigate this higher realm by reverse engineer the waxy ignorance, overcoming the limits of the wick and, via the power of sheer will, align the light with its source and they grin as they get the great cosmic wheeze which is amnesiac gods, in full effect.
In times of mass deception telling the truth is a hallmark of a spiritual revolutionary, yes? But even that word hints about the nature of the wheel of incarnation for it matters not if candlemen dwell in times golden in which they Know and live “I and the glow are one” as they dabble their toes in the seas of ignorance up to their descendants who clutch bricks of ignorance covered in labels of wisdom they never stopped to check because, in the end, its just a Game. Through the ages some wax lyrical, about that and this, whilst others attest there are no short cuts, only circumcisions as one must be willing to put the work in and be in the stick, not of it as that plays with your perceptions for the tallow and wick can present a convincing narrative to one that believes they create the shine they’re hosting. Not to mention the media of the times and the winds they whip that threaten them with an end as well as the countless scripts that are poured into their heads whilst their shells are forming and developing which leaves them in a state of Adulteration in which they Know not their Self and instead fully invest in something that someone outside them told them was gospel and must never, ever be reality tested.
Say, you think thats why they tell us never to stare at the sun?
Much like the old trope of:
“Today a man on acid believed he could fly as he leapt to his death and splattered on the pavement”.
That is etched in many heads we have a few that question:
“If he truly believed then why not take off from the ground like a bird and ascend?”.
Sadly logic, like common sense, is a rare element. Those who possess it find their candles sprinkled with Promethium as they possess a different resonance to the rest by simply using whats present as intended and not the augment. What? You thought that an LED future didn’t hint about an induced dim designed to make the pitch seem attractive? I wonder what their social medias would be like in Candleville? In that respect I can personally attest that whilst staring at the sun may or may not be the best bet of one thing you can be certain is this:
Get up when it rises and hit the bricks with your musty ass, early in the AM. Thats right, no getting clean and fresh because we’re keeping it super funky in this bish! That and it provides a control aspect without the usual and bathing/caffeine shift to assist mapping the difference in awareness as you get to Know thy Self. The effect is uber invigorating and the side effects are immense as you are, in effect, telling your mindbody rhythm:
“Don’t you call this a regular jam. I’m gonna rock this land. I’m gonna take this itty bitty world by storm… And I’m just getting warm!”.
On the flip – because everything is interconnected – when the dusk kicks in your body knows its the PM (especially if your home lights are dimmed and you’re not praying in front of the black mirror in bed) which generates an amazingly refreshing night of rest that has you leaping out of bed to do it all again like a perpetual motion candle that moves like John Wick. Those who do this may find themselves shining with a glow of consciousness the rest wish to mimic and instill but lack the motivation to put the work in aka Knowing the Ledge. Try it, its amazing. Here’s a few tips to get you started:
- Go for a walk within the first hour of sunrise when the UV index is near nil.
- No lenses on your head as they usually have some type of flex that alters the wavelength. Be natural, my friend.
- Smile. I can’t emphasize how important this is as the corners of your lips are a hotbed of energetics but thats a deeper topic. Try smiling between your brows as well, see what happens.
- For fun you may wish to try it barefoot on the grass or sand as that brings a new flex once you’ve mastered the basics.
There is a more advanced process that is probably too complex for the poor folks of Candleville to comprehend but for us oh so smart humans I’ll share a vid in a bit that details the ins and outs of what can only be termed third eye weightlifting as it brings immense strength to your pineal which takes us back to the old text that says:
“If thine eye be single then truly shall it ring and sing:
“Every time I shine around your dome, bling, bling“
And know ye shall the Kingdom is within“.
Or words to that effect.
Till we meet again
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