If I could pluck your awareness from your flesh and place it inside the head of another you would see what I meant about the the lies you’ve been taught to believe, most viscerally. Take, for example, a pious and devout man that adheres to his spiritual tradition, without question, who is then placed inside the dome of an atheist who bows at the temple of science and materialism. A lot of what the latter accepts as self evident would seem patently ridiculous to one currently inhabiting their psychosphere at the moment. Plus the opposite, for in this trade he would have no emotional investments, previous training and constant reinforcement via peers, family and social circle of said perspectives as well as the expectations that tint the lens of what is by only allowing in what he expects as it conforms to his narrative.
When seen from this lens one gains an immense amount of flex where, previously, they were rigid. A woman, that I’ll detail in another missive, had a stroke and imperienced just such an event. As luck would have it she was a neuroscientist that was very interested in the head and its various modes of reality creation and thus became a living imperiment that provided her with the insight needed to make this hypothetical concept an actual event. Her tale was quite interesting and I encourage you to check what was said elsewhen on the topic then think about applying the same to your current state of being, without the neurological impairment.
Many would class this as a living hell because they are so enamored with their own way of seeing things and thus lack the discernment to click about the state I call the Witness. This is what I’d pluck and shift from one to the next in this example and it is truly who you are, in and beyond this realm. I met this state, back when, after a rather vigorous workout session that led to a spontaneous out of body experience in which I was freed from the shackles of my current incarnation. A lot of people call this state “Ego Death” and that is a very accurate term as it links to the concept of a masked existence in which the glove puppet has no clue or conception of the vital principle that animates them and makes all things possible. Can you see why I say the Game is mental and its all consciousness, from beginning to end? Many will be long in their graves before this clicks and, for most, even that will not stop them clinging to said delusions which is what I suspect Buddha meant when he said attachment is the root of all suffering. Actually, lets take a glimpse into this lane and detour on our adventure inside your awareness:
Imagine the scientist dies and is suddenly dumbfounded by the continuation of his presence without the flesh as it runs contrary to all of his training and investments in what is the meaning of life, death and the rest. This is a pretty common occurrence in the supernatural realm and I’ve spoken of this at length with the parable of the snowman who melts and regrets what is happening as he clings to the shell and doesn’t realize he is actually the free flowing waters which he now sees as a threat. The religious man, on the flip, may too be surprised by what happens next as his met by elements that were previously frozen and now liberated. This is where the common trope of seeing religious figures and symbols does spring and its why, across many cultures and continents, we see the same essential blueprint from those who tasted death and came back to the flesh. That, in and of itself, is very interesting as it suggests something akin to baggage which is wrapped around the Witness that was gained in this realm. Along with this we’d find things like familial links, desires unexpressed and dances left unstepped which assure one will manifest again in order to actualize these whims. Its also why, I suspect, so many Eastern traditions seem nihilistic to Western thinking as they’re built around the quest for personal liberation which can only come via Knowledge of Self that begets transcendence.
What I’m speaking of is not metaphysic, in any respect, and its something you can test, if you wish. I isolated my Self for an extended period as I engaged in water fasting. I also limited my consumption of media stimulus and such things in order to gain an internal sense of equilibrium and the tranquility this brings. Suddenly I became aware of previous lives – both mine and my ancestors whose blood flows in my veins and exerts its influence – along with various repressions and suppressions that were tucked away in my subconscious. That, by the way, is a physical thing as its a storehouse of past events that dwell beneath the neck to your genitals. By allowing them to vent I noticed very curious events of resonance in which previous impingements to movement suddenly melted as the energetics that were hidden were bought to the surface. Let me give you a palpable example of this in full effect:
I’d like you to imagine that you could live anywhere you wish on the planet. Where would it be and why?
Did you notice what happened? The conscious aspect that resides primarily in your head glanced at a scene that was constantly shifting as it offers its suggestions about where it would like to be, what it wants to see and the rest of the deal. That is your subconscious.
It churns away in the background without beginning or end as it records the all of everything hence the common thread in all near death experiences I call the Be Kind, Rewind effect aka life flashing before your lids. This domain of the mystics was proven by modern science as well when working with epileptic patients who were imperiencing direct electronic stimulation of their brains and suddenly started remembering random events and circumstances of which they previously had no conscious recollection until the electrodes were plugged in and altered their resonance. Its the same principle that kicks in when one smells an aroma that wooshes them back to childhood as shown by Proust’s madeleines because the nose is linked to the Limbic System and this process emotions, addictions and long term memory storage. For some it will have clicked what is meant by the commonly held axiom that we only use ten percent of our brains. That, like most folk wisdom, isn’t entirely accurate because it would be better stated that we are only that conscious. The rest is hidden hence the Game of three halves effect I previously mentioned.
The Warrior wishes to become a whole and complete being in total resonance with not only his Self but, by extension, this realm, all dimensions and things therein because they are currently playing out in his awareness. That is an immense responsibility, if you consider it, and what many will run screaming from as its seen as a threat by their (false) self which is perfectly content at being hemmed in to the Mind Made Prison that was built in the left hemisphere of their head where their Adulterated aspect sits and is force fed suggestions and labels in lieu of direct imperience. This is the ineffable thing that marks the division between childhood and what came next and, I strongly suspect, is one of the prime causes of why a baby is born glowing and full of vim but will leave this realm stooped over and rigid as they’re enveloped in the darkness of ignorance as they drag around unconscious Patterns of emotional investment due to living the life unexamined.
From any spiritual tradition and peoples you can pick there have been those who comprehended what I’ve just said and set about forging that direct connection with the numinous to which the rest offer prayers and obeisance. Granted, many of them were classed as heretics and their testimony was struck from the record by the priest class who liked to think they are the only bridge to reach the lands promised. And then only if you pay the toll they demand. Shades of flaming sword or three headed demons, yes? Once seen through this lens the often time confusing and contradictory mess left by humans on this planet in the forms of myths and traditions makes way more sense as does the plight of schizophrenics who are, for reasons we’ll examine, the remnants of old Shamans that attempt to navigate the celestial oceans by flapping water wings of terrestrial origin and then drown in the process. In that respect they, whilst living, face what a lot will meet after death because you could frame a decent argument that the wheel of time only spins due to the ignorance of those pinned to its frame of incarnation.
Some of us yearn for transcendence. In this modern day and age there is a rather active global community built around psychedelics and mapping higher realms. I am lucky in that I’ve spoken to some of them and they all held one thing in common that I found quite perplexing and when bought to their attention was met with reactions ranging from rage to instant dismissal. I call it the Pane Body.
The Pane Body is best grasped as inherited ignorance that acts like a source of immense resistance that is wrapped around the edges of your conscious awareness. Dealing with it is upon which the pharmaceutical industry is built and its partial knowledge shows how much of a fools errand it is as they aim solely at symptom management and not pulling out the corrupted flower by the root and stem. These were the ways of the Shaman as his people would come to him for guidance and intercession and this was the role that was commodified and codified as the priest class who traded direct imperience for abstract symbols instead and, in the process, got caught up in the mix. The psychedelic experience blasts past these limits and leapfrogs instead to higher awareness and this, in turn, generates a state of dependence on such substances that further strengthen the grip of the Pane Body and its ignorance. This is the main reason why so many people lean on things like drugs, sex and alcohol as they temporarily allow it to relent and thus people feel more like themselves without addressing the true cause of the problem. The Path of Power, in many ways, faces it heart on but before you can get to that step on must learn to get outside of their head and its Reality Tunnel process which is built around the lies they’ve been taught to believe and currently Thunk are “Me” when, in reality, they are no such thing.
Just like I said in the previous example of picking a destination it becomes obvious there is a part of you that looks at another aspect. In dreams there forms a bridge which speaks in an older, more primal, language that is replete with symbolism that screams for your attention to be drawn to what its saying. There are well researched and verifiable studies done on this as people, en masse, see visions in their heads of tragic events as well as personal warnings about what is coming that, should they listen, modulates their choices when such options are presented. In its most basic it can be linked to the common event of having an old friend pop into your head that you haven’t seen since college and, later that day, you bump into them at the market. “You won’t believe what happened…” starts the conversation before moving onto other things. This is why its said that man often falls over the truth in ignorance then picks himself up, dusts off and keeps going like its nothing significant. Not so for the Warrior for this is his daily bread on the quest to Know thy Self and thus he relishes the moment and gifts that it brings.
As one progresses along the Path of Power an immense sense of loneliness kicks in. Why? Because your own family and friends will reject your evolution as its drawing you out of resonance with their expectations of how you should be. Examining this from the lens that there is only ever one Soul present in this realm and all others are figments of its imagination that they interact with it make a lot of sense because there, deep inside their subconscious, a previously hidden aspect is made manifest and it scares the bejesus out of them. This is the (false) self and its various protective mechanisms that ensure its dominance remains unquestioned in the heads of most currently living and thus their behavior makes more sense. On the flip, for the one adventuring in new ways of playing the Game, they show their old habits and programming ergo its useless to fight against them as by pouring your attention in you simply strengthen your bondage. Instead one should critically examine from a distance what the deeper meaning is and how this all links in to this and previous incarnations.
I was sitting, high up in the Indian mountains, having a similar conversation with a man who asked “Tell me what you think is happening“. After intently listening he referred back to the place I’d left, how I made my way in this realm and the nature of the urban jungle I was born and raised in and from which I birthed this perspective in my current incarnation. “How did you manage to survive in such spiritual wilderness?“. He went on to tell a tale of old legends that were passed to him by his parents that told of such mystics that were once way more common in their Shamanic lineage. “They were different from when they were born. Often the medicine man would know exactly when they manifest and the village would gladly hand over their child to be trained by him as he was seen as the savior of the next generation and direct conduit to the ineffable”.
“He often lived off at a distance and was intensely private. Most times he chose the hills or other such wild terrain that was away from the hustle and bustle of those primarily concerned with the business of living and each time he’d descend it would be with purpose or intent to help guide his people based on his current revelation. Thing is, coming up, that was all old and ancient as the lamp which kept the sacred flame burning from one generation to the next had long started dimming in the face of material advancement so I’m wondering how the hell did you manage to come to this realization in the midst of an urban environment filled with such ignorance and neglect?”.
I shrugged my shoulders. “If a fish is born swimming in waters that were laced with hallucinogens he will adapt to the trip as the way it is because he knows no different. Its only when his form is scooped and placed in seas that are fresh can he gain a new perspective”. “Such is the way of the Shaman, interesting. I can see why you made this trip and why it was recommended I met the man with the shaved head that asked an endless stream of questions to all that would listen to his curious proclamations”. I smiled. “The light shines but does the darkness comprehend that what it sees is actually its own absence of Knowledge made manifest?”. He laughed and nodded his head as he got exactly what I meant.
If you ask anyone “Who are you?” they usually reel off a perfunctory list that goes a little something like this:
“I am son/daughter of X and Y who believed in that or this. I have obtained this level of material success and my educational credentials and worldly accomplishments are made manifest by these things at which I’m pointing. This is who I am“.
For a Slave this is more than enough. They are perfectly content with these labels but the Warrior intuits something held common as well as what is missing and hidden by this narrative in which they’re invested:
All of these aspects are external and inherited. Not one springs from within. The analogy I used is imagine you went to a club for a night of wine, women and dancing. You check your coat in at the desk. It contains the keys to your home where you shall return at the end. A good time is had by all but, in the merriment, you lose your ticket. “No biggie” you think as you attempt to leave at the end but find no one standing to hear your request. “Now we have a problem” floats into your head as there is a woman you just met who is ready and willing to take it to the next level plus there is a cab waiting to take you to your destination. Thing is your jacket, and with it the key most vital, is currently missing as its held in a closet with the rest of the partygoers external dress. What happens next? The car toots its horn as another fare is waiting. The girl is getting impatient because the roaring fires you stoked in her flesh are starting to dim due to this complication and nowhere is there any help. What are your options? You could sift through the coats and hope to find what you left but what are the chances when the place is so big and you are totally unaware of their filing system? What would you do next?
In all of this you didn’t notice another version of your Self that didn’t have said problem because when he checked in his coat he kept his key on him so when the slip of earthbound labels and the jacket of (false) self identification to which its linked threatened to separate him from the promised union with the divine feminine as they ascend upon a chariot of higher consciousness it wasn’t no big deal as he Knew he wasn’t any of them and something else entirely. This is the power of Knowledge of Self and for what I’ve been striving in many, many incarnations.
Actually, in that example, the man in question, should he wish, could simply stroll into the cloakroom and intuitively select the correct jacket for his adventure in the flesh as he needs not the ticket. The Game is real funny, in that respect, but it makes way more sense when you click it all takes place inside your awareness as the other version was so invested in the tale etched in his head that this absence creates an immense complication that leaves him stuck in the establishment waiting for someone else to help as he can’t do for Self. The taxi selects another fare who is actually the alternate version mentioned whilst, for him, the lady vanishes into the night in search of other affection and he laments this turn of events that started out so promising and ended up not delivering on what was promised.
“Life and death are pretty much like this” I said to the man on the mountain as he nodded his head. “Very interesting, yes. You speak in the tongue of the times but the wisdom within is ancient as we used to call this realm, this maya, this illusion a funfair of the flesh“. He paused for a moment to reflect before adding. “These are the sweets that those who eat regret and those who don’t do as well. Its such a strange predicament”. “A Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits to wear new flesh on each spin where the deception of the (false) self is so huge, so all encompassing that many miss they’re actually the key and not the clothes they’re wearing, the lady that is waiting or even the carriage itself. Most certainly not the club filled with drinks where the DJ spins the latest hits as their business is built on keeping you coming back for another serving. I wonder how many realize that the team that run the check in desk also have a crew of pickpockets present who provide seductive illusions and the ticket he was actually seeking was pilfered by the girl in question who promised him the best sex he could ever imagine? Theatricality and deception are powerful tools used against those who lack Knowledge as they are of the world and thus not in a higher state of consciousness which comprehends the Game for what it is and chooses to play different”.
The lies you’ve been taught to believe work just like this because they function like optical illusions in the sense that if there isn’t someone there to look and make it real they may as well not exist. Such is the power of the Witness that we initially plucked from the head of the devout and placed into the unfamiliar terrain of the atheist because, for them, the nature of this trick would be so obvious and that, itself, hints at the power of emotional investment as well as the various elements present on the checkerboard of this realm where light and dark flicker to create the illusion of movement. Just like a TV set, yes? As you sit there taking in these engineered visions you feel immense surges of feeling like to you that is all happening. And yet, a part of you knows, fine well, that you are something else that sits on the couch taking it all in and its an immense fabrication created solely for your entertainment. That is the Witness, my friend, for if we shift this example to a higher octave and pretend tech has advanced to the level of a total immersion holographic awareness augmentation where the screen fits inside your head and speakers manifest their vibrations directly to your nervous system as you feel and sense each shred of emotion and somatic presence along with the thoughts happening to the one taking part in the adventures unfolding how strange would it seem if I popped in to your awareness and waved the key of higher consciousness and said “Missing anything?”.
Most, in that situation, would start saying:
“I am son/daughter of X and Y who believed in that or this. I have obtained this level of material success and my educational credentials and worldly accomplishments are made manifest by these things at which I’m pointing” as they dance around in the club whilst under the influence of an Adulterated awareness that is so powerful that it makes whatever it believes feel authentic. Even when you Know its faking:
Now that you know this things will be different after you take your last breath and find your Self at the checkout desk and encountering the obstacle I just mentioned because it is, in many ways, the final hurdle of graduation from this realm to get back to your Prime state of higher awareness and the rest is simply an elegant distraction to obscure the gnosis mentioned as its not good for business for the owners of this attraction.
“Like how pearls form via constant irritation does the mind focus on what it isn’t whilst, in the process, missing the bigger pic” said the man with grey hairs on his chin that had spent a lifetime in isolation and contemplation on the hill as he suspected there was more to this and wondered what happened to these old Souls of legend he’d heard mentioned during his development and felt an immense resonance to their way of seeing things and thus set off in his quest to obtain Knowledge of Self far away from the crowds and their socially sanctioned madness that he found most unappealing. “Exactly this, my friend, exactly this” I replied as I raised my beverage and we continued our conversation until the sun started rising in this distance over an immense and beautiful vista that countless Souls had Witnessed as they too contemplated things that most dare not imagine about life and its true meaning as well as who they are, in and beyond this realm, along with the implications of wearing the flesh in this dimensions grand attraction that plays out inside their awareness and seems so convincing even though its simply a most persistent illusion. Like an extended dream into which one keeps waking with a sense of continuance.
Tell me, what would happen if you went to bed tonight and this kicked to became the standard instead how would you tell your really real life from a personal hallucination that plays out solely in your awareness as you interact with figments of your imagination? If that were the case and a man were to step into your false realm then said:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
Would you yell and rebel as you clutched at the trick that has you in its grip or would you take time to listen, reality test and draw your own conclusions? Bear in mind how real dream seem when we’re within but also consider its always an option to transcend…
Do the Knowledge.
Till we meet again
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