Life Is a Hierarchy of Scams

If you truly keep it real then you already know the deal:

Life is a hierarchy of scams.

There it is. Six words that define, in total, your life sentence in the flesh. Where to begin? Well, lets start off with what makes the world spin. The fact that a crew, since back when, have printed something out of nothing that is spoken into existence before being backed with your sweat as the one who pays the debt that presents itself as the ticket to freedom is straight up insanity and truly a huge wheeze of scheme. Its perfect. It really is because they’ve managed to sling a web around the world and most don’t even suspect the nature of the spider hidden in the mid.

Protip: Always a buck to be had if you can facilitate and exchange.

Check the steez of Tinder, Facebook and OnlyFans then see if you can draw a common link. Whats next? I really want to say language but that is such an immense topic because this forked tongue of Devilish is the worst types of rites and spells bundled up in cursive that people heap upon themselves but it needs a primer in basic metaphysics, the laws of vibration and how consciousness works in both directions so lets speak on the American Dream instead.

This one most people are waking up to realize is a scheme that was sold to them by motion picture flicks and the rest because they’re too busy drowning in debt attempting to impress those as broke (and broken) as themselves on the web so its shifted to wanting to be a celeb versus the wife and kids thing that was once so prevalent with steaks in the fridge and a Four point Six on the Range. Most folks are simply never, ever going to make it. Check to check. Just Over Broke being an acronym for the dude who was handed punishment by god as a test from the devil which, if you think about it, really tells you a lot, doesn’t it? Hoo wee! That one is a doozy, truly it is. Actually lets segue into death:

I’ve often said that religion is a spiritual extortion racket because most people are scared to death of death, in the end, and thus hedge their bets with a bit of lip service and choir singing in order to ensure they don’t end up in the metaphysical equivalent of a prison that, oddly, seems to require flesh and the rest in order to impart the promised suffering. Kind of like heaven, in that respect. Not to diss anyones beliefs (or bebricks, to be more accurate) but you can miss me with that BS. Thats Belief System, by the way, because I Know who I am and that is pure unfinite consciousness, in and beyond this realm. Let me put it to you like this:

You don’t stress at night when you go to bed, correct? Thats the same as death except this is the dream hence the secret scheme which reveals esoteric truths to jits (like nursery rhymes or the bodies electromagnetic systems and their hidden purpose) hence the Game of Souls describes its best. Check:

You go to a cinema, it offers a fully immersive imperience using the latest tech where you’ll feel each thrill, spill and chill as its pumped into your CNS. In ninety minutes you’ll live a life that is carefully scripted and edited to present certain images and sensations like they are happening directly to you via sensory overlay and the illusion of free will seals the deal that its all real. Now, in the midst of this it would be quite amazing to recollect:

“Wait a minute. I am not this but that which makes it possible. Without me, here, now all of this is akin to the tree falling in the forest. No one gives an F”.

Get it? Who screams on a rollercoaster with none seated? That is this realm, in a nutshell. It needs you to buy in, to invest, to make it real and, most of all, never, ever question the narrative as that breaks the collective trance that leads to people being well adjusted to a world thats profoundly sick. But, thats just this level. One of the most difficult but one that offers the greatest gift for those in the quest for liberation from this multiplex that can’t wait to plug you in to another life on a different spin after a swift bit of mindwiping. Like I said:

Life is a hierarchy of scams. One builds upon the next and if you pull enough at one thread with curious intent the rest unravels and you’ll either end up in the loony bin or as a mystic sharing strange perspectives that the 11% detest because they profit from the illusion, 81 don’t comprehend and Thunk it makes no sense for one to be so blasphemous and irreverent whilst the remaining 8% feel it in their chest as they squirmed in the multiplex and said:

“I knew it. I knew this was all a trick. “The Game of Souls”, makes perfect sense!” as they already intuited the shadows depth. This is why they say you can fool some people, some of the time but never a clean sweep because the nature of the fractal ensures not all will sing from the same hymn sheet, no matter how much you threaten or beat. Hee hee! Actually, here’s a great scam:

“We are all one. We are all equal”.

The hell we are. Bleat as much as ewe want, sheep (There’s a hint of that Devilishness that I previously mentioned) butt there is an immense difference between those who ride the bench and those who drop fifty in the Game. Talent. Call it god given, innate or factory standard equipment – it matters not as the definition is irrelevant because we all know it when we see it and that, my friend, should hint about past lives, gained skills and methods of liberation that attempt to transcend the mindwiping tricks. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered about the child genius who steps in and starts doing amazing things that are way beyond his station with no formal education? Why doesn’t he progress beyond this? Why is there a high water mark of the max you could get on a previous spin? The growth is not exponential, is it? Like square watermelons you don’t realize what gripped the edge because you’re scared of Knowing the Ledge hence to birds raised in cages, flying is a sickness. Best believe those chicken heads wold prescribe pills with a quickness in that script. Lets pick another one to dismantle:

You.

You are, quite literally, the equivalent of one of them that gets taken in by a confidence trick and sends over his life savings to someone who spins a nice yarn inside your head whilst tickling your imagination. Never touched, never smelled or tasted but plenty get shafted by this trick. In this case the bish is your ego, your (false) self, the “you” you Thunk you are. Thats really the greatest scam of all because its so, so powerful that people can’t imagine being without that voice in their head that directs their actions and, right now, says:

“This is all so stupid. Why are you even reading it? Pay no heed to this, lets go look at a celeb on youtube instead”. Or words to that effect. How few of the 81% ever stop and comprehend:

“Wait a minute, I can’t be that which talks as I’m obviously the one thats listening!“. Fewer still take the next step and intuit:

“Hold on a sec, that is why I feel ageless and eternal from within if a mirror doesn’t reflect the wrinkled face, external, and that explains how there is a constant from one life to the next as well as the interesting blip that most cells are regenerated within seven years which means I’m a living, breathing Ship of Theseus!”.

Take it away, Trig:

The 8% will, they’ll consider these kind of things without my prompting which is why, once again, I extend my influence into the collective unconscious with the intent to send a wavelength to the chests of those capable of decoding it. Lets see, what else shall we pick? Shall we go in on religion? Hoo, hoo, hoo! The preacher (who is a pimp) whips out his collection plate and says:

“Give generous for god most certainly is watching!” and people with less give more to help those whilst he helps himself to the offerings and rides off into the sunset with your goodwill in his popemobile. All of them are in on it. All of them. Its a license to steal the money that other crew has been printing and, best of all for them, you get to look pious as it happens. They say the best dream for every criminal with a scheme is to eventually go legit. That Godfather flex, get it? If you ever look back at the murky past of the families with most influence in this realm you’l discover some shady things because Guns, Oil and Drugs always make the tills ring. There is your god. Like I said, the details are Devilish…

I really could go in here but won’t. Instead I’ll simply say this:

You go and find me one single religion that hasn’t splintered. Just one. You can’t. Its impossible. That itself is a hint of the corruption within this realm that uses the divide and conquer principle and this is something that, handily, no scripture ever truly mentions or shows you how to deal with. Except Zoroastrianism. No, that doesn’t mean you get to dress up with a blade and go talk that sass as you carve a Z into someones chest and look real fly whilst doing it. Its actually one of the oldest monotheistic religions that holds the blueprint for the rest that followed in its footsteps (with no sampling credit) as it was penned after the true exodus from the land of cows, sacred. Think of it like this:

The Big Three of the Western trinity are Poison, Satan and Straight Outta Compton, respectively, but they’re all built on the same Amen Break:

If you peep the script of the eternal flame that is in danger of being extinguished you’ll gain an interesting perspective on the true nature of this realm and the forces behind the curtain. Just ask the Gnostics. I, personally, really do question the intent of what is at the helm when it comes to the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits as its so subtle and ephemeral and yet uber hard and blatant. I guess its a telescope/microscope thing I’ve previously mentioned and we’re stuck in the middle of this feature presentation because they never, ever give a straight answer when questioned and my request to parley fell on ears, most deaf, when mentioned as the only thing I’m certain of in this realm is that I know nothing. I may be wrong. They could be correct. This might be a quixotic quest, par excellence, as most are quite content to remain ignorant as they are happily plugged in to this construction which states:

“Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain” as they do what they do best.

Reality creation.

Say, why don’t we all heart to the lobby and get ourselves some treats?

Did you get it? Those Devilish spells, again! Just imagine what a different world it would be if we weren’t all trying to get ahead? Same if lxve wasn’t backwards evil… They’ve got you hooked on phonics, my friend, and the sonics are the spell that keep the vibration on the low end of the scale with these nested scams where one feeds the next in a state of constant refinement where the rich get richer and the poor get F’d due to the fact they accept a mindset thats not in their best interests or even made by them. To comprehend this in one step is enough to make your head spin so the only sane reaction is to become a mental patient but, what if, those looney tunes actually etched a far more accurate sketch of whats truly happening? What then? What of the entire field of mental health where they know fine well that the chemical imbalance hypothesis is BS but still keep on peddling those toxic sugar pills that bring countless side effects.

Say, you don’t think this “for profit” model may not have your best interests in its chest, do you? I mean, was COVID actually an intelligence test? Better yet, how the hell did MJ predict it and its global implications on consciousness, back when, before narrowly escaping death on the day the towers melted and a whole crew made out like bandits with their put options and shenanigans. Remember the web? You may have just glimpsed the spider in the mid but I don’t need to jabble on and on because those who Know the Ledge are already steps ahead. For the rest I will say this:

None of this is what you think, because you don’t. You Thunk, instead. Comprehend this and the vipers den with its nest of scams formed like a shady pyramid that needs fresh Souls to incarnate in starts to make a hell of a lot more sense. In the operative and speculative sense, no less. From beginning till the end, this life or the next, there is only one universal constant:

I call it the Prime, the pre-existing. We are of it, at least most of us are, some can’t catch the wavelength as they’re out of resonance due to previous events and thus they prefer to reign in the hell they themselves create out of what was once a paradise in the flesh (real life motion pic, recollect?). The divine point of origin is pure consciousness, without beginning or end. A special type of light with a luminance that is so magnificent that to perceive it in the flesh (whilst living) is akin to being ripped from the dingy theater of illusion, housing billions, that seemed so amusing with its confusing manipulation called being human and you are instead dumped in a realm where you exist as unfinite awareness (with its familiar newness) hence the whole “Me and the father are one” as well as “We are closer than your jugular vein” thing. For me these lyrics are what I’ve lived ergo no metaphysical navel gazing, just transcribing my vision as I’m simply visiting this planet with the intent of flipping the Game on its head because most of you have a fragment of it that is backwards and inverted which is akin to walking around with your head up your rear end, wondering why it stinks and there is so much darkness as the jingles sing and try to sell you some air freshening chemicals whilst the press does scream the reason for you discomfort is “He, she and them” in order to keep your attention any place but within as conflict make the tills ring and a mind divided will happily call themselves “individuals” with a grin and not click the spell itself is right in front of them. Its so Devilish, friends.

And thats the saddest thing because most will live and die, from one life to the next, without ever unwrapping the gift of the present moment.

Can you hear the Psylense?

Not yet, I’d bet, but I’m certain you will.

Till we meet again