Can you imagine how a square watermelon would feel? It was born as a seed that was filled with limitless potential which was then placed within a cubic construction that was invisible and told to “Run, Schlepper, Run!“. The reason for this mix is quite intriguing as it allows the vital sunlight to pour in but when this meets whats growing it will, eventually, bump into some limits that shape how its forming. This, my friend, is the modern human condition and the reason why I’ve said you’re within the Mind Made Prison to all that will listen and pondering their feelings to trace the true cause of discontent. The rest Thunk its best to do as the voice in their head says and yell at someone else whilst calling them the problem. Funny, isn’t it, how few of them seem to click that the only true constant in all of their situations is themselves. Like I said, the MMP won’t let you know what you don’t know you don’t know is off limits so it a Game of three halves, innit?
Its the secret reason why drugs sell as well as they do and why those with the most power and influence in this realm deal in them. What? You didn’t think that former pirates turned bootleggers now masquerading as governments would leave that cash cow unrinsed, did you? Its true, the head of HSBC (which was formed to flip opium profits for the British) is on record saying thats how it is as well as a wealth of other research and common sense you’ll never see on the front pages of any rag as an exclusive as they are told what to print in order to keep the narrative impressed. These are the bars of the Mind Made Prison and they are mostly invisible to those locked within a constant barrage of suggestions aimed at manipulating them on an energetic level of influence. Square watermelons. Feelsee the pic in your head and chest and imagine how they felt knowing that something is very, very wrong with all of this but they can’t quite put their finger on it because they look and act just like their friends, parents and those enticing celebs on TV that sell images of lives they don’t truly live in a realm where everyone is putting on a performance because the clowns sent them in to wear a coat of ignorance over their unfinite awareness that is the all of everything.
What do you get? I’ll let you tell it…
The seed knew this well without any lessons or impressions from the school of concentration which encamped them when forming. Instead they learned about the life ahead of being shaped and packed then placed on shelves for the benefits of a race they don’t even suspect had a hand in the plans in order to make them easier to handle. Unpack that for a bit then check back in as we check out the limits inside your head that you are subtly beginning to notice.
Alcohol is the most common drug, no actually, caffeine is and it works a little something like this:
Because the cage is inside your head its literally a mental vibration and when this little hit goes flying through the watermelons system its internal pressure increases as it pushes against the limit by increasing its resting pace which feels quite thrilling as it hints at the potential they secretly suspect but don’t know how to access at will. Thing is the piper demands you pay the bill and if you knew where the bucks for the star went you may question your investment in this national supplement which makes the tills ring as it causes the adrenaline to dump in to your system so you can best run that treadmill that demands your ignorance and acceptance of the ridiculous to function. Getting back to the drink:
“These sprits are demonic, I tell thee!” said the ex-alkie in the grip of profound DTs as pink elephants danced into his vision with some very convincing hallucinations as he quivered like a well trained epileptic. The sheer levels of implications about this statement would take a couple of thousand words of text to detail so I’ll let you fill in the details whilst we consider this instead:
Imagine, if you will, for a moment that the watermelon becomes a drankamelon instead. The limits of resonance between the hue of its natural skin and these cubic exoskeleton melt, for a moment, and it gets to chill. There are varying types of effects from this change in wavelength and it depends on what chafed most against the edge and now pops into their attention. Thats why some melons get silly and grin whilst others act leery and violent as well as the reason why so many have said “I can’t remember what I did” as they scratch their heads and attempt to recollect.
Imagine if I handed you a sketch to fill in and it was off a square watermelon that partially transcends the limits all around them. At some points there is more where there was less and these inks will slink off into the distance once the old habit snaps to attention, yes? Same principle here as memory is state dependent and its all about your CNS as that can hide the stress of hiding stress so well that people will smile and grin saying they feel perfect whilst, quietly, something within is screaming for their attention. Thats the difference between Inner Sense and Adulteration as the former does what it says on the tin and the latter holds 81% of the planet in its grip. Square watermelons aka Slaves who accepted the programming without checking if it truly is in their best interests and thus failed to develop free will as they Thunk they need to keep paying the bills to afford to chill before getting up and doing it again. Between the see saw of these two hits doth most of the population swing and consider it perfectly normal. Which it is but only because you don’t know the true intent of that spell, who cast it and to what end. Remember, the cage is invisible but felt, nonetheless.
Heroin, and its derivatives, is akin to being raised in a glass shell that was fragmented in one aspect so there was some natural overspill. Thing is it hurts like a bish and thats where that sweet brown dragon steps in and says “Ho, ho, ho! You’re mine now! Strap in, next stop – someplace else” And off you jet. Instead of the regular pain of knowing you’re inside a frame that doesn’t fit but actually limits your potential like the rest you have the added benefit of sensing a really jagged edge beyond which there is an immense taste of freedom. Thing is crossing that bridge is nigh on impossible because it hurts to much to attempt and this is where the dragon steps in because it can take you on the trip. For a price. Just ask an addict and see what they said. I did and its my thanks to all of them for their heartfelt responses and willingness to Know the Ledge as these words are based on their testament. Lets reign it in a bit. Nothing wrong with a spliff, yes?
Those THs mixed with some Cs are really quite pleasing to those square watermelon peeps as they allow them to feel free with such a huge sense of release that it almost feels like being a seed. The amount of things that come with ease that were blocked previously is astounding as they feel much more serene, clear and free. Creativity is through the roof, the simple bliss of life reigns supreme and there is a marked appreciation for comedy as they look at the world as it is and think it would be very different if all were prescribed this chill pill. Weed is a funny thing because, like many things in Watermelon Land, it absorbs the sun that shines in with its pure consciousness and thus what they ingest is specific vibrations made dense that cause resultant shifts in awareness in those who ingest. Its why some of them won’t eat pig whilst others think snails are delish as well as various other blips and limits that people use to define themselves. Someplace else there are so mystic types that have looked, at depth, into this and realized they too could generate a similar hit without placing their lips on a bong and chiefing. I mean, just take a look at it. Its too close to be a coincidence, yes?
For them, and us, I suspect, the best thing about this is it almost totally causes the glass cage to melt and the melon (now wrecked) feels a much deeper sense of connection and presence with the liquid within that is steadily flowing and raising off the edge as steam which links in with the sun of higher consciousness that is shining through the limits that were only ever inside their heads which were housed within a square shell they’d been trained into accepting at a time when they were impressionable. Many a stonermelon comes up with this and, for a few – after a while, this prospect makes their pips rattle. They call it a bad trip. Whitey in full effect as they feel like puking at the true nature of the trap they’re within as it peeks around the corner and looks at their senses. This is what happens when what you know you know gets hit in the dish by what you didn’t know you didn’t know (or even suspected) and its not quite pleasant. Its why you have seen life long tokers suddenly pack it in because:
“Its not worth the head trip. Can’t even chill any more as its puff, puff, straight to paranoid with no two hundred notes collected. Shame, I really miss it though” he said, raising a drink instead.
Can you imagine you flick from the consciousness that says:
“Yay! I’m me! I’m amazing! I’m the center of everything. I’m different! I’m going to show them! They won’t know what hit em! Yay!“.
To:
“Ah, man I can’t believe that rent. Its doing my head in and my boss is a prick. Recently my girlfriend has been acting like a bish all because I had a friend around to chill. She’s such a trip, always suspecting things when nothings happening. That reminds me….”
Before lighting up a spliff and getting a “WYD?” text from the girl mentioned:
“Its all so sweet, I feel this intense resonance and connection that was otherwise missing and she, I really think she gets it. This could be interesting, lets call her over and see what happens”.
And it turns out she chiefs so much she should be an Indian but isn’t keen on receiving genocidal threats from those intent on land theft and leaves our man hanging as she rolls one after another of the highest grade and says to him:
“Like, have you ever wondered why we’re square? I mean really think about it. I distinctly remember being young, as a kid, and I was totally spherical. I used to enjoy rolling around. Do you remember this?”.
He did but that Knowledge was locked in the pips and all the weed used to do for him was help him forget the shell, the case and them as well as he’d focus on the relative freedom of the pulp within that floats like liquid and provides a balm to his senses with its intense resonance to the high flying, brightly shining pure consciousness that floats in.
I mean, can you imagine? It would be enough to make anyone pack it in as it sounds too much like a trip to the nearest mental asylum as the paranoia is so intense that you can sense there is a very large problem with all of this and weight of this is so immense that the pips themselves start squeaking at the entire prospect of having to do it again. And again. And again. And again till one of them gets its an figures out an alternative.
If that isn’t as close to hell as you can get then I don’t know what is. The trick with the devil is that he makes it look so attractive because 8 out of ten melons will accept the Game for what it is without any questions whereas less than one Knows the Ledge and the opposite thinks its best to keep it hidden as they like the profits that jingle from the rest, plugged in, that will pay for drugs, drinks and distractions in order to escape the pain of whats inside their heads and limits their presence via a set of programs and tricks that are invisible as they are powerful when it comes to influence. Someone who knows this well is a schizomelon. Them fools are crazy! Crazy like a fox in the sense that that codes the spell of six, six, six within ergo in its attempts to Know the Ledge they overshot and fell into pit of psychoanalysis. By the way, have you noticed how many of those labels in this field have sexual links? From the rear end mentioned (who attempts to send you on head trips) to psycho who wants a keep your tryst a secret as he Fs with your awareness like a mental rapist. It makes you think, doesn’t it? Anywhen:
Imagine if you take the power of one glass cage that was draped around the formerly round shell of a watermelon that was kept in optimal resonance with the rest around him in order to keep its structure invisible with plenty of socially sanctioned distractions and methods of keeping them plugged in and magnify this in intensely by a billion as its now created around the edge of each seed within as your consciousness bounces between heaven and hell whilst Witnessing angels who may just be demons and other forms you are certain are in on it and the more you mention it the more they pump the drugs in in an effort to keep you silent. Thats how it is being a schizomelon. Something the dude next to him that bought a return ticket to the Mind Made Prison doesn’t suspect because for him taking a trip on the scales of awareness via his magically mushroomular friend is pleasurably intense. Although he has heard some reps that say it can be akin to going to hell in a handbasket if you don’t know whats coming or were barely keeping it all together before ingesting these curious modulators of consciousness that are steeped in myth and legend whilst growing around the planet. He is of a more philosophical bent, comprehend? And thus ready and willing to listen on FM to what I’ve said about the nature of the square watermelon but the saddest part is because of the way this kicks the cage remains almost entirely invisible to him as he never developed the skills to voluntarily leave it. In that respect it goes like this:
(A mind in a cell prepares to make a break for freedom)
[Mushrooms are ingested with some intention setting thrown in]
[The awareness of the trippermelon suddenly realizes its actually the sun that shines on this whole thing and in this moment of resonance it can shift its awareness between all of the realms it simultaneously exists in]
(The end)
He now returns to his regularly scheduled programming and gets back to doing what he did before the trip. That outer limit thats set within is a bit of slippery bish to spot as it pulls its tricks and I found it amusing that those who knew a taste of freedom were also the slowest to admit that there is something that holds their mind in this Pattern of tension that shifts to let freedom reign instead after they’d ingested their fungi friend. Some of them did acquiesce to breathe in and out for an intense forty five minutes and see what happened. That changed their mind, pretty quick, as its akin to breaking out of a maximum security prison in which the guards look like you because they’re figments of your imagination in fancy dress that keep yelling things in your head and playing with your awareness in order to discourage you from doing this because, for them, its the end of the hustle as its akin to taking a broken spark plug and throwing it at a window which then shatters into a billion pieces. After a period of acclimatization (in which its apparently quite easy to misstep and become a schizophrenic if the cage reforms itself due to you not being Centered in Self and Knowing the Ledge) you are round, once again, and back in the land of Inner Sense and its from here that I’m typing as all the addicts in question that contributed their perspectives when asked to reality test within a framework of coaching provided the proof positive I needed about this realm because if the blueprint is nigh on identical in each one of their heads and they’ve all passed through the influence of the System then its a pretty decent working hypothesis via which to find true freedom, yes?
Obviously the reaction I’ve had from those that tried to off my on switch is akin to adding sprinkles to something already quite delicious as it shows the tree upon which this bark rests may just be the one that fed us with that tainted apple of awareness that now slithers in and says “Say, don’t you think putting Siri in your iris would be quite swell? Open up, let us in!” with its offers of augmentation and whats next on the planet of square watermelons and their various addictions. Actually I’m going to trim this one here as a lot has been said but there are plenty of other substances I could mentioned along with their effects and how they relate to the square watermelon within their embrace who wishes to change his state by whatever is in its grip but its more interesting if you use your imagination as you now have a vital step in the framework of Knowing the Ledge:
You can tell when you’re feelseeing watermelon man and when the cage is kicking in as you’re pressed to the limit. The most amusing thing is the most powerful way I’ve found of meeting it is what I call the White Room imperience. Hoo! That one has them screaming and itching real quick as it becomes painfully obvious they’re not comfortable in their skin without any distractions so you teetotal do gooders are actually no different when it comes to this construction as its so cleverly built that its totally invisible and yet still felt by all within this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.
So, whats its going to be, watermelon man? Ignorance or Knowing the Ledge?
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in… The Slaves lxve their coping mechs but will rage against anyone who points out why they’re needed is due to their square lives, inauthentic, whilst their Masters rub their palms with glee at the depth of their trickery which further chains those who believe they’re free. That leaves you and me. The 8% capable of decoding the wavelength and gnosis that beyond getting Centered in Self and Doing the Knowledge the rest is irrelevant because its all window dressing to keep you coming back to this realm again. And again. And again.
What? You Thunk its the first time you’ve read this text?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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