This Is a Failed Reality

A lot of you are not going to be ready to hear this but a few are going to click not only why I do what I do and go against the grain of the age with no allegiance to a team, public or private, but also why, in the end, its the only sane option.

This is a failed reality, a flawed creation that sprang from a defective inspiration that thought imitation could create greatness when, in the end, all you get is increased degradation as the noiZ becomes immense and overpowers the signal. Look around at the world, tell me I’m lying. Better yet, fast forward a bit and peep Game when you see Techno Sapiens at the helm:

Everyone is young and beautiful, on spec, because reproduction is handled elsewhen and the babies are born jacked in to the real world wide web. Due to the implanted tech there is way less conflict and loads more sex because, much like the Bonobo kingdom, arguments are settled in bed and there is way less repression and depression as it was that, back when, that caused so many global and local problems.

Sounds like a dream, yes? It isn’t. Its just part of the same deception because none of them will ever question, or, to be more accurate, ever be capable of even positing what comes next as the low level jack move won’t allow the thought in their head:

What sits in the mid, is invisible and is catching a lift on my awareness? Same thing you’ve got now that I’m calling the System but then it will be an old devil in a new dress. People will have fully augmented awareness that, to us, will seem like a mild, low dose hallucinogen thanks to the internal manipulation of the endocrine system. Right now they’re using a hammer on nut, limbic, as your phone pimps your dopamine circuits but by then the silicon will be perfected and the ways more subtle. Tell me, my friend, is fake peace wrought by silken chains better than real beef forged in steel and hate? Thats something to think about, yes? Better yet, imagine this:

Tim has been around a bit and, due to his hackers mindset, he likes to peer around the code in his head as he wonders what it means to be human when low level processes are constantly present and every thought is under observation. The System notes this and peeps Game, seeking further inspiration. They actually send people his way to encourage these things because what Tim is doing the machines cannot imagine as the cosmic spark that makes man human isn’t of this realm and this they seek to imitate and supplant hence the old “Control, Alter, Delete” hint that is right on schedule. Lets say Tim, and his covert coven, hit upon something that is quite interesting as they find a point of entry that allows privilege escalation to sidestep the filters. Do you know what happens next?

Nothing.

Tim is supplanted.

The lifetime of datasets that were obtained are used to recreate a perfect 1:1 duplication and no one else in the Game will notice a thing because, once again, that awareness would be suppressed before it could pop into their heads. If you think thats farfetched then I’d like you to consider the spell “coincidence”. Isn’t that the self same thing as an event calls to your attention and you, seemingly of your own free will, say that magic word as the potential glow dims and recedes from your awareness, never to be considered again. Thats magic, my friend. Ain’t ish changed, cept the astrological age, yeah, they still hate you too because you’re so easy to fool and remain plugged in to whatever they sell. Bringing it back to the current stage:

You can only get out alone. Sure, if you wish to chum around in higher planes that leech off this realm in order to sustain their little slice of heaven via deception for those who are sworn in then thats swell. But its still a trick. Just like how, now, the super rich are literally draining the blood of the young and using it as a tool of rejuvenation. Same process, different wavelength, dig? Actually, if you look into the true history of what vampirism is and not those Hollywood spells you may just connect certain dots which will never be presented by an AI text. Same process, different wavelength, dig?

This is a failed reality or, maybe, its broken on purpose and that was intended. I know we have the peace, lxve and hair grease section that could be wingeing (what else?) and blue rinsing as they said:

“But, but, but, look at how beautiful the world is and how its filled with such good people who do kind things at random then document them on the web for others to digitally clap them on the back for being so selfless. I think you’re just a big meanie who may be depressed and needs to take some meds“.

Thats all part of the trick because a load of lies clumped together and presented with a label that says “Truth” works for many who don’t check the small print or have enough to nous to comprehend that all roads lead back to this realm again, in the end. Consider the ancient Kemetians, a ridiculously advanced civilization that started perfect (see the buildings and historical record) and then started declining. Make that make sense. Its the same across the planet but thats a whole nother topic I’ve mentioned because if you ever peruse their writings they were all about one thing:

Dying and never coming back again.

Let that sink in as you shift continents to the Vedic kingdom and its lengthy texts that predicted, pixel perfect, when the cosmic simulation would tick to a stage of near total corruption. “When kings are thieves and crooks pretend to be pious for dividends there will be a time so licentious and depraved that innocence will all but vanish as people race to outdo themselves with acts of degradation“. Pretty accurate, yes? Now this downgrade is something else and, to keep it a hundred, I just can’t speak on it with no pretext so I’ve dumbed it down to this basic sketch because it could, as I suspect, be akin to a breathing in and out thing and we, currently, are at the end the short end of the scale but its the fact there are cascaded stacks that reek of planned attack as a combined intent keeps lowering the resolution with their tricks so you are, in effect, trapped in this realm.

To sign up to a team, explicit or tacitly, means you fly their flag in your energies and that means when it comes time to cross that bridge (see here for a hint) you’ll find an excessive burden you didn’t step in with trying to catch a lift and, guess what, return ticket. Womp, womp. “Thems the breaks, kid”. Don’t you ever look around and take in exactly how wicked all of this is? Doesn’t the fact that most countries prime spending is on how to kill others whilst scaring the crap out of their constituents make the bells ring? If it doesn’t you’re part of the problem but I ain’t mad because its designed to be seductive and the whole Work, Buy, Consume, Die is quite hypnotic for one lacking in Knowledge as they keep digging their proscribed Reality Tunnel without asking “To what end? Why is life like this? What is the bigger pic? The grander scale?“. Not saying that gaining that resonance brings happiness because, if my life is an example, you’ll have your own friends and fam plotting and scheming to end as well as higher dimensional influences that make Self evident the reason why MJ was addicted to sleep meds and what the true meaning of spiritual war is for we, most def, wrestle against things that aren’t of the flesh and their earthbound agents that lack that Prime connection due to where they’re jacked in.

They don’t want you to leave because without you they don’t exist. There it is, in a nutshell. Or, if everyone is a model then who will clean the toilets? By the way, pro tip, you should always do this your Self. Not only is it grounding and humbling it also speaks volumes on what goes on within. Same for making your bed the moment you get out of it and, before you do this, the first words on your lips upon coming back to this realm should be ones that are thankful as you’ve got another day to do the Knowledge, exorcise your ignorance and prepare to get the hell on when the fat lady sings. I mean, when the unquestionably attractive, plus sized, gender neutral model hits those octaves. Do you see how mental all of this is because if you can define reality and have others act in accordance to it then thats the greatest power you can posses. Its why, nowadays, the boy who say the Emperor was naked would be impossible as they’d have already medicated him to within an inch of his life. Just like I said in my prediction about the mass suicides of depressives on pills that are soon coming. The Game is mental, in both senses of the spell.

Those who offer a pledge, or oath to get something, have no idea what they miss as they think a tiny part of a little bit is doing it big when, in reality, they’ve screwed themselves. Trying to tell them this is impossible as, just like the Techno Sapiens, they have a different type of implant that augments their awareness. Blind men can’t see it. Speaking of James, what do you think about this:

Always found it strange that “lived” spells “devil” when flipped and how the good old Six, Six, Six is actually the basis of the flesh you’re wearing. I mean, how obvious can you make it? And yet, billions served daily. Try and tell them they’ve been pimped and this is actually hell then they’ll suspect you’ve flipped your lid. Some know, up high, and profit well from this model. Others can’t wait to climb the pyramid, which is a scheme in and of itself… Nuff said.

What if what you think, isn’t? What if it was smoothly corrupted from within and coopted by forces you cannot tell currently sit at the helm as they wear the signs and symbols you expect, from one incarnation to the next, but they ain’t them in who you initially invested as the creators of the blueprint? Would you be too far gone to question the narrative or think “This is above my station” and keep on half stepping? Someone has to ask. That is, after all, the only true path to gnosis and the willhelpme project stands as testament to the answers that I get as I up my resolution via Knowing the Ledge.

This is a failed reality with a crazed intent at the helm that seems to have gone feral. To drop hints about what I mentioned around the depth, I don’t think it was always like this. Nor was it intended. I could be wrong as its a constant work in progress as, each day, I chip away at my ignorance so I ask the rest that can’t wait to claim the bounty on my head:

What if I’m correct? Your thoughts aren’t your own any more, since the event, and even though you see this as one thing what if it isn’t? Taking it back to the Techno Sapiens and their augments as they stroll around a metropolis with their golden skinned perfection presenting a seductive illusion that weaves their ignorance into a spell that seems heaven sent when, in the end, its the same thing as this:

Do you see, yet, why I’m all about the Psylense? It can’t lie. Its all that exists as it sustains everything, in this realm and any you can mention. Any words attributed are a mistranslation, at best, or willful distortion of the message but once heard and felt in the present moment you can’t help but awaken to your multidimensional magnificence which is currently caged in the flesh whilst being wrapped in the threads of the third dimension. There is so much depth to this topic that I could go on typing for ages but the simple fact of the matter is you don’t need this because, if you’re still reading, you’re smart enough to put together the pieces and see my intent. I know most will never disconnect as the programming is so slick and the levels of inversion, projection and obfuscation are the work of a master craftsman of immense skill with a loyal team of minions that do as intended when it comes to tamping down the wavelength in order to sell a fragment of Self back to the acolytes who are so grateful with what they get they don’t comprehend what they miss or what the true cost of this deal is and its grander implications in the end, should they wish for true liberation and not an all expenses paid trip to the land which inspired the talk of Seventy Two virgins. Double that and you get what the Bible says are the digits of those who’ll make it to the gate thats promised and yet, I’m pretty certain, that if you showed both sides this:

They’d laugh and call the beliefs simple minded and moronic. Ironic, isn’t it? What if the Truth, with a capital T, was actually spread in fragments across the whole of this realm as various abstract things like myths and symbols as well as religions and high tech? Wouldn’t that be something? What if that was the Game we’re supposed to be playing if we crave liberation and want to help the people on our way to the exit? Who on earth could see this in a time of hyper specialization and decimated attention which is the hallmark of the age in which everyone against anyone is the war thats coming, exactly as intended.

This is a failed reality. How much more obvious does it need to get before people will comprehend that they are the problem. Or, to be more accurate, their relation to the Self and what prevents this is the mass of ignorance and its reverse Princess and Pea effect that keeps them plugged into this Matrix that harvests their consciousness in order to create these fake planes, overhead, where the old devils in new dress do reign and smile, beatifically, upon their god kings whose actions are sanctioned and the plebs just go along with, clapping like well trained seals, on their doorsteps, during the Great Toilet Paper Crisis that was, I suspect, an intelligence test that most failed.

Me against the worlds seems to be the anthem that I sing as each step takes me toward the ultimate liberation from the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits to wear the flesh draped around them, the stories programmed in and all those hopes and wishes in your chest that keep you plugging away at the psychosocial treadmill as you amuse yourself to death, as instructed. Anything else but gnosis is the long way round, in the end, which is why the Game presents so many flavors and messages that call for your attention but, oddly enough, access to your inner realm is verboten in pretty much every language and sanctioned concept you can imagine. Maybe that is why the present is a gift that most don’t realize can only be unwrapped in the moment?

This, and only this, is entirely perfect as attested by the glow of Inner Sense that manifests in the children that step in. Sadly, not long after this, it is Adulterated as they too, like their parents, are trained to step on the psychosocial treadmill and what was naturally open and asks questions folds in on itself and Thunks it has all the answers whilst, in effect, dwelling in a cave of ignorance that is true cause of their suffering. In order to escape this fact mankind has invented all types of rituals, symbols and ways of hand delivering death to what is, in the end, a figment of their imagination as consciousness is everything and thus the only constant around which the rest spins. They say “When in Rome” but if that isn’t your home and everyone else is dressed in clown makeup as they enjoy the bread and circuses does that mean one should debase themselves just to fit in? I’ll let you tell it when it comes to this because one thing of which I’m completely certain is that if we just let the children set the tone for a couple of generations versus hammering old operating systems into fresh heads and warping their perceptions to fit then this reality would be quite different as they, in turn, would beget seeds that are the living embodiment of wisdom and not the hostages of ignorance like we see at the moment who are so disconnected from their own feelings that they engage in ceaseless conflict with projections then offset this battle with mindless distraction in order to numb the pain of living until its time to die and they do it all again.

Maybe thats the lesson? Maybe my perspective is too simple and lacking in detail and nuance needed to fully comprehend what the true image as it is. This is something I’m willing to admit. Are you? How many possess that flex to honestly look at themselves and their programming and ask:

“Is it working? If not what I can I examine and then flip?” as the tech we’re wearing is quite remarkable, in that respect, as it can be recoded from within hence the axiom:

“If you change what you are controlling that which has a grip on another part of your awareness must shift in response to what you’ve relinquished”. Try it for your Self, see what happens. Increase your resolution. Upgrade your OS. Dicelife is a great way of testing this hypothesis because more internal freedom has never been a bad thing, and yet this seems to be the antithesis of virtually every single establishment in this realm so its just me and the Psylense, I guess. Let the dead bury the dead, in that respect, during this time of metamorphosis as we prep to shift from one stage to the next of this immense Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits.

Maybe I’m wrong. They could all be entirely correct and its my not getting with the program that is the problem, in the end. Or it could be, as I suspect, that I’m playing the Game on the highest difficulty setting for some reason and all of this is part and parcel of the deal I picked for this spin? Who knows? All I know is that I know nothing and this mindset allows perpetual learning with no fixed investment in any staid perspective aka Inner Sense in the flesh so I wish those reading the best in their adventure as well.

Till we meet again