The Story of Your Adulteration

It started off as a very well maintained town in one of the top countries of the world. Every inch of its presence was perfect in every sense and everyone wanted to get in but the waiting list was immense and the ruler of the kingdom quite select about who entered his lands as there was a standard to uphold and a principle of resonance. Nothing was done by force, it was all free will as those domiciled within knew the importance of where they were and were glad to chip in to maintain its opulence. After all as the old phrase says “If all swept in front of their own door the world would be a beautiful place”. And it is. Freed from the minor day to day and commonplace due to citizens who pulled their weight the ruler of this place was able to create palaces of splendor for his people to enjoy and celebrate. And, for a while, all was great.

It started slowly, so slowly that no one really noticed the change as there were so many attractions to congregate that when a couple slipped into mild disarray there was no one there to say “Wait a minute, we need to deal with this post haste” as no-one thinks of losing when your eyes are fixed on the winners tape. At first it was subtle, the street lights once so bright that you couldn’t tell day from night started to fade which in turn began to change those who congregate as there had been a spate of immigration via the back gate, it seems, and now they were perfectly at home in their new enclave. But in this new, slightly dingy place they felt cause to celebrate because this is where they felt they belonged and this where they would create a place of their own. “Nicely lived in” they think, “Somewhere where we don’t have to try to fit in to this high frequency experience” as they craved the lows they were missing as this was their natural resonance after they’d spent so long in the ship, circling and covetous, of this land they felt was promised.

See, these people weren’t like the rest. They weren’t natives in that sense but had managed to slip in as part of the touring attractions and then blended by pretending to pass the test by saying no when they meant yes. The ones who were there to check had got slightly complacent in their efforts as it had all been smooth sailing since the incep of the vessel so why expect anything else than people being honest? This was the invention of lying and it was one of the main skills they used to hide their true intent and frame of reference as well as appearing to be different but, secretly, having one brain and mindset.

Slowly, from the shadows, these Opponents planned their ascent. “We must hide amongst them. Learn their ways and customs till we comprehend not only what they want but what they don’t realize they desire yet as we satisfy the urge then they discover the need. By this protocol shall we make the strong weak as we, equally, gain in strength from behind the curtain of their ignorance”. In order to blend in they turned their own street into an experience which leads the bright into the place of the dim. In an illuminated town it proved quite alluring and allowed them to conduct their business right under the watchful eyes as they moved around in disguise, hidden in plain sight, performing. People came for the thrills – “My, the danger feels so real, someone really put the effort in to make this place what it is” – and, because his subjects wanted this, the ruler had to acquiesce because he leads where they wish to go for he represents their interests and this, this is what these Opponents from within intended to twist to their own advantage via merciless exploitation of these human resources.

“We have found a weakness in the system and its ripe for manipulation as we have turned a glitch into a feature and, soon, that will become the main attraction as we stoke their appetite for destruction via further condensing and increased limitation. Best of all there is nothing he can do about this because he believes in free will and Self development so, as long as they keep on lining up, he can’t eject what we present as they’re asking for it!” said the one at the helm with a twisted grin.

The ghetto experience was bursting at the seams. They couldn’t wait to get in and feel something so foreign and alien. Its like they were playing with their lives and Witnessing the bright lose its shine. Into the space came screams of threat and fears that they’d never felt previously. It was quite exhilarating, really, and offered something unique unlike the rides to which they’d became accustomed in the flesh. Many came frequently and some were told, furtively “Come meet me down this alley, I’ve got a special deal but one I’ll only reveal if you promise you don’t squeal. Or else!”.

Some backed off, they weren’t here for this and were more than content to dwell on the surface of their dirty kicks but a few were intrigued and followed where they lead. Suddenly they were engulfed in darkness. There was a clear and present threat and for the first time in their lives the immortals tasted a hint of death. That was when the light shone in, it was way brighter and more intense than anything they’d seen. Thanks to the engineered darkness. Something you’d have to imperience for your Self in order to believe but even then how few would comprehend that what was facing them was their own stolen magnificence dressed in the robes of ignorance and programmed with the intent of theft under the guise of benevolence. And that was it. Like a wheel it was set, rolling, and those who’d pledged bought others easily but, like the ruler of this kingdom, they too chose selectivity as they inverted his principles and built a house of deception to rival the thirteenth palace which they couldn’t access. You needed to be someone, preferably a big cheese, located in a province that supplies what a lot of others need. There was a method to their madness but it was beyond the simplicity of those who’d dwelled in something idyllic that fulfilled their needs and thus had never questioned the nature of reality or those who appear to be like me but secretly speak a foreign tongue we can’t decode as they throw gestures without words and thus haven’t a clue what they mean when they smile and show teeth that gleam as they hide villainy behind a guise that seems so friendly. New terms were added to the lexicon of this false class called elite. They looked down at those who had declined the invitation they had accepted gladly and thus a new culture was born. That of cities within cities that were almost entirely invisible for those without the eyes to see.

The change happened so gradually that most didn’t stop to perceive because like frogs cooked, leisurely, in a pan of water turned up by degrees by the time they realized it was too late to change their reality. This ghetto niche of danger and incivility had started to spread to other cities, mainly the capitals of which there were twelve as they’d been secretly connected via a web which wasn’t drawn on any official map in the system thanks to their underground machinations and deployment of resources that were diverted from other attractions under the guise of their corrupting forces via the bought and paid for watchmen who were well rewarded for bringing in the new order of the ages, as they called it.

“Hee hee, see they don’t suspect a thing. These stupid imbeciles. We steal what is free then charge them handsomely to get back less than they had and then tell them they should be glad as we clap them on the back as, inch by inch, we define their reality. Thats true power, my fiend”.

“Verily, are thee something special Mr E but I’m afraid I wouldn’t celebrate just yet as the battle isn’t won so easily”.

“Why, Ike, whatever do you mean?” he points to a map which shows the land, the capital cities and the tangled web that they weave over the heads and below the feet of those unaware of the deals their countryfolk have made and how they now march to a different beat. This is something which is starting to be seen on all corners, all streets as the youth who are coming up are no longer deferent but insolent as they want to lead and not be lead even though they lack any semblance of wisdom or insight which has been supplanted by ghetto hymns and rote repetition of nihilistic mindsets that appear most attractive for ones who can’t tell how far they fell as part of the planned degradation.

“But won’t someone think of the children?” she said as she alone saw the potential wreck that could come from this pernicious influence. Of course because nothing official was said no one paid attent but the kids, their senses were open and into this the interlopers poured tales which told them the truth of what had happened but dressed up as pretend in the form of entertrainment. “This isn’t about you but someone else because you know you fit in, you don’t feel different but the man in this tale, oh he was destined to achieve greatness by rebelling against all they said. Who are they to tell him, after all, he said, “I am the one who sees best in darkness” and on the songs went, with their own form of seductive hypnosis. They became anthems in the heads of those who congregated at the edges of the world that used to be. “Pathetic”, “So weak”, “They don’t deserve this reality” span in their minds then became the lines they spoke so earnestly. Totally unaware that what they speak wasn’t actually unique as it used to be but a single mind state that was expressed individually so when they heard others repeat they felt an instant sense of solidarity and rooted for the team that had mass marketed and branded insanity as the new way to be as part of their nefarious scheme to divide them internally whilst convincing them the enemy resides externally.

One day when a man said “Come meet me down this alley, I’ve got a special deal but one I’ll only reveal if you promise you don’t squeal. Or else!”. He was rushed off his feet as they came running, expectant, each keen to outdo the rest in their quest for clout chasing.

“This is perfect, this is perfect. See, we have those at the top engaged in our schemes and those in the middle ready to be whatever we tell them to be as they’re divorced from their empathy. They no longer see another me with the whole community but only when what we’ve said is rinsed by repeat does the (false) self believe their ways are correct and beyond questioning. Best of all they pay for each step and are still convinced that they’re free” they laughed, heartily. Ironic as this group lacked this connection entirely but thats the main reason they knew they needed to colonize this land entirely and why their forefathers had set off on the voyage that had lead them to be “Kings of the underground, out of sight and yet we see, everything, easily”. He pulls up a feed on the screen then repeats:

“Each of the twelve cities is now under our total control. What we say goes and those underneath simply bleat and repeat whatever it is their puppet leaders say is in their best interest. This day, today we celebrate, my fiends, because we now rule this realm”.

“Indirectly” said he who had been a thorn in their side because they need what he perceives, namely what it means to feel as this was a skill they totally lacked due to the nature of their hemispheric dominance. “You can take your bows from beneath the stage or enjoy your puppets accolades that they pledge at your feet in exchange for a seat at the table you have made but to call this a victory isn’t appropriate nor is there a cause to celebrate because until we walk in the light and not in the shade we create how can we proclaim to rule this place?”.

“He’s got a point” they say.

“Enough of this charade” says one, filled with hate “Who are you to talk this way? Are you really one of us? Freaky freakshow freak – who wants to feel anyway? Thats not why we’re here. We have logic and tech. What it made is this“. He looks over the kingdom they survey “A network inside a network. The invisible which makes the visible change and these” he waves his hand at the citizens on display “They are all our Slaves. They do as we say. Never questioning what we state as they feel its decree comes from the place they call me when in reality its…”.

“Shut up, immediately. You don’t know who’s listening so why are you speaking so free?” the elder admonishes, seriously.

“My my apologies, my fiend, I just support everything we do…”.

“Hmm, what is that? “Wholeheartedly?” I think you’re going native, starting to get a case of the feels, like that freak? I want you to listen closely as I tell you a thing or three.”

“He who leads this place isn’t stupid, even if he pretends to be. We may have a network within a network but its still built on top of what he creates maintains and sustains and its only by the folly of those we deceive by our entertraining ways that we ever get to weave this tale which is still temporary. We haven’t cemented our legacy, nowhere near close. Not in this reality. So, I ask again, why are you celebrating? We are far from being He”.

“You know I’ve actually heard He’s a She.. you know no one has ever seen…”.

“It matters not to me. We came here to lead and if we transmute their gold to base then back again via technological innovation they’ll hail us as prophets and then we win because they’ll be so twisted against themselves they won’t know right from left as we’ll be so deep inside their heads that they’ll be scared to question what they accept because…”.

“A threat to us then reflects a threat to themselves. Oh, my that is genius, my fiend”

“I knew you’d get it. That is end goal for all of this. To have them so caught up in the web that what we build renders the original irrelevant as we tap in to use its connects but just as swiftly redirect all of its inhabitants to fulfill our mission instead” he said as he looked around at those who met under the cover of darkness to discuss their plans to hollow out from within a once bountiful kingdom as they simply couldn’t comprehend what they’d heard of in legends where it said a people were so content that with their every breath they praised each aspect of creation in all realms as they felt the internal joy that this represents to be at a state of oneness and bliss with the all of everything that was, simultaneously, ineffable yet personal.

They coveted this dearly, even though they knew not what it meant as it was simply too far out of their frame of reference. So they set off in ships to try and sneak in but that wasn’t happening as the ruler was too sharp to fall for their tricks until they realized that he can’t do a thing if the citizens actually invite them. So they sat on the coast, setting off fireworks instead and throwing a party on the deck and saying “You’re all welcome” to those standing on the shore, watching. One of them grabbed a raft and toward them did he set because he wanted to know what happened next as it certainly seemed like a new attraction that was desperate to get their attention and he was craving something novel.

Like I said earlier on, they satisfied the urge by discovering the need which you can now read as creating the demand they intended to supply, eventually. The rest is history. The city of which I speak is your body. The Opponents are those who creep in via the influences social whom they already hold securely within their grasp thanks to multi generational deceit. The rest is how it is, speaking energetically, as the network which they pimp is your nervous system which means the twelve cities are main joints, into which they place their own decrees via ones ostensibly there to lead and express the will of the citizenry. How quickly the script is flipped as the bright lights do dim and what was once free and natural is now replicated via tech which feeds on the same consciousness like a parasitic process not far removed from the old vampire myth. In many respects the new gen are born deceased in comparison to what they could’ve been as the land which was tilled is now stripped of all nutrition and they draw their energies from things designed to feed the absolute worst in them, thanks to this menacing presence, which feeds on their Inner Sense.

This, my friend, is the story of your Adulteration. Take it personal, because it is. Your mileage may vary if you glimpse within and check the coding but what I’ve just transcribed was lit after I’d transcended the bars of the Mind Made Prison that kept me as a living hostage and its this same place that affords the rest a base of operations for the Stockholm Syndrome that is in full effect across the planet as we’re speaking.

What? You Thunk that incessant chatter in your head is natural? The fact that you, now, are surrounded by the type of excess that a Roman emperor could barely imagine and still feel a nagging emptiness as you dream of becoming rich and famous which is just another way of saying you can’t wait to climb in the belly of the beast thats been priming your mind with deception in order to keep what they built invisible and ensuring your attention remains focused on them and never, ever within for, if you did, you too would gain a revelation that may say something along the lines of:

“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.

What I can’t tell, yet, is what it will take for most to comprehend the shadows depth or, better yet, if all of this is actually intended as part of some cyclical rhythm of creation and pen testing in order to patch holes and weaknesses in the codes programming of this realm because, back when, I knew a little bit about hacking and cracking which manifests in the dictum:

“Only steel can cut steel” so, with that said, no weapons formed against me shall prosper for I redirect them back at your own limbs because how can one with the humility to admit that he knows a tiny bit of a little ever be incorrect in his quest for gnosis as this is, in the end, a lighthouse in the darkness moment as my perspective is one of constant refinement. If you haven’t yet I’d recommend you check this text that is presented as a free gift in eBook resonance as its a bit longer than my usual missives and needs to be fully digested in order to comprehend what is truly happening as there are but two options in the Game:

Being of it or in it. I’ll let you tell where I sit and then you can draw your own conclusions about your current position.

81/11/8.

Get in where you fit in.

Till we meet again