“How could you betray us?” he said with an impassioned tone that shook with rage. “You were the best, we all looked up to you and this, this is how you repaid our confidence?”.
The one he was yelling at sat quietly, taking it all in. In many ways he found the entire charade pathetic because the whole point of what they were trained in was the art of transcendence but he comprehended that theatre has its place when it comes to allowing man to vent his lower energetics so he let him continue with this trend. The others also joined in, feeling emboldened.
“Yeah, you rat fink snitch. This thing of ours is built on confidence and…”.
“A confidence trick” he gently corrected him. This was just the cue the third musketeer needed to leap from his pew in an attempt to get all in his grill. This bought a slight grin to the man in questions countenance as it betrayed his safety in numbers and “I’ll go along with the rest” mindset. Out of all he would be the last one to comprehend the rhyme and reason for his decision and thus there was no point engaging in this so he rose from his seat, held up his hand and said:
“Listen. There is a reason why I’m where I was and you aren’t, yet. When it happens, you’ll comprehend. Remember back when, before you were sworn in, and you the thought the world was one thing. Then you became aware of something that was previously occulted and the quest for knowledge became compulsive as a man needed answers. From one life to the next you kept weaving the sacred thread of gnosis until you could finally claim you were adept at the ins and outs of awareness, correct?
All through this deal there was a loud fealty that was uttered in secret under the threat of death and things most unpleasant. Omerta, they call it in some teams. Who cares, really? Its all the same deal from a rigged deck designed to keep people ignorant whilst thinking they progress. Let me ask you a question:
If the one who heads up the team says someone needs to be killed you’ll all leap over yourselves to drop him because of what it means to your standing in the clique, yes?”.
Some nodded their ascent, others kept an ice grill whilst a few remained at a distance as they’d learned to hedge their bets as you never could tell who would end up in the desert due to whatever someone else perceived as a failed test.
“Now, lets get metaphysical for a moment and pretend that this is your first hit. Remember the feeling of trepidation? The angst and tension that you really were going against the grain of your own better judgement and intuition? And yet on the other end of the scale was validation, acceptance and the treasures they promised. Same when it came to flooding the streets with heroin and the rest. Sure, some of us took to it like water and fish but others felt a slight tinge of regret but wondered “What will the others think?” and thus compromised something that should never, ever flex. This I now comprehend because the one who calls the shots never pulled the trigger nor did they arrange the communion in which whoever they wanted dead just vanished from the stage. Some of you have bloody mouths, you enjoy the thrill and the fact that its sanctioned by one you place higher than yourself means you can carry out the task with zeal. Like some holy mission. Ironic”.
He paused for effect and surveyed the luxurious room where they sat. He knew that many had already made up their minds in the sense that they’d been made up for them and they were perfectly content with what was said and had no need for the exposition as they secretly coveted his power and influence. Others could not make sense of his decisions. After all he was the first one to design a play or operation and more than willing to partake in the event as he believed in leading by example and not shooting from anothers hip. Some were indifferent. They had neither the nous nor talent to comprehend the depth of what was actually happening and had only joined up out of fear of loneliness and the desire to be wanted along with the power and influence it brings. Truthfully speaking they didn’t have a clue about much of what happened and happily played their positions whilst volunteering for nothing but never rejecting a mission should they be picked. For them the allure was the fact that the group protected them and indulged their whims whilst providing a sense of (false) self satisfaction when compared to the plebs. They were the most dangerous animals due to how little goes on with and their exceedingly black or white Thunking. Continuing he says:
“Lets pretend we’re common people who believe in the whole “Be good and go to heaven mindset” for a moment. Upon whose Soul do you think weighs all the death, pain and suffering you’ve dealt under the orders of someone else? The answer is obvious, yes? You. Its all yours. We may stand here, together, now but at the end its every Soul for his Self and when the feather on the scale presents its your heart that lives to tell, not the voice in your head which was, is and will be only of this realm. Thats the greatest trick. The scam of all scams and once you comprehend the depth you’ll know why I did what I did because its not for you. You all are so lost you believe the GPS thats made you drive off the cliff. You haven’t hit the bottom yet but it will kick in and when it does you’ll remember this topic because what comes next is the grand unveiling.
On the surface people Thunk we are respectable businessmen that do a lot of charity and this but the truth of the matter is we are among the most wicked that turn this place into a living hell. For what? The extraction of profit? Just last month we opened a home for abandoned children and victims of neglect that were promised a better life. That may be what the public sees but we know the last one we did was used for organ donations and various other types of extraction because who the hell was going to question if we said the poor kid got adopted? No one. Its our show and we say how it goes. Some rich alcoholic gets the spare parts he needed and we fool ourselves by saying we’ve balanced the equation because we opened a new operation that seems all good on the surface but is wicked as hell in its intention as we weigh these commodities as far less than human”.
He could see that a few were uncomfortable with these truths and the fact is he hadn’t even skimmed the surface when it came to their actions. Everyone in the room was fully in and thus had ascended the pyramid whilst the rest were fed scraps from the high table whilst being kept in the dark as they dreamed of access. They were the ones that were willing to do anything as they accepted the dictum that “Mess rolls down hill and tributes pour in. That is the way it is so do your bit and one day you’ll sit at the head”. Of course, they wouldn’t. Quiet as kept but it was a private thing that unfolded like a fractal as there were cells within cells and invisible divisions in which a group of lifelong friends could have cross allegiances but were programmed well to never tell or even consider questioning the narrative and overall intent of the forces beyond the veil that moved them like pawns in this realm.
“The jungle creed says the strongest feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man. Do you know what this means? Have you ever stopped to think, privately, about this scheme and its whole deal that reveals bits and pieces of a thing which believe is ours, but it isn’t? We claim to be making things better but is that really whats happening? Sure they tell you that he deserves it and she received a karmic payment and the rest whilst we’re kept immune from the consequences of our apparently divinely sanctioned mission but what if thats the greatest trick? What if the fact that you keep spawning in optimized incarnations from one life to the next to pick up where you left is the extent of their powers because the day it comes to extend your awareness beyond the higher astral elements and etheric aspects as well you find there is a lock due to the litany of chains you’d been dragging but they’d wrapped in silk for sound deadening. I know you’ve all felt the weights, no matter how much you pretend you didn’t. Its why we enjoy each others company so much because we feel we can assuage our suffering by pretending we’re something else than angels with dirty faces that profit from misery.
Take him, for example, didn’t you just strong arm another brother out of his electrical business because you decided you wanted all of the profits? What did you say? Oh yes:
“What are you going to do about it?”. Why? Because you’ve got the weight and team and Thunk you can’t be beaten. Notice how nobody else said a thing as one of their own slinked off into the distance and secretly vowed revenge. Do you know whats going to happen? They’re going to stitch you up on your next incarnation and screw you from the moment you step in until you take you last breath and then again and again. How? Via the vows, via the vows to el, my friend. If you truly comprehend the nature of the web they sling and how complicit you are in the enSlavement of the rest you’d get it. But you won’t. Even if I spell it out. Look, it goes like this:
Imagine a nice town that is filled to the brim with everything you ever needed. The people are totally Self sufficient and live in what you could call a walled garden. One day a slick talking man pimps his way in and, slowly but surely, he makes his influence felt. He may invent things like money, even create a television set. Either way he reps a corrupting influence that intends to boil them like frogs in a kitchen. At first people will not even notice the difference as they’ll be glad of the innovation. Oh, by the way, the man is an immortal. Thats why he keeps vanishing and reappearing as one of his “descendants” when the truth of the matter is he has more in common with the vampire myth than something truly human. Now, after some time, this idyllic place has been turned on its head and feels like two steps from hell. I know what you’re Thunking:
“Why don’t the people within rebel?”.
Why would they? Each generation that grows steps in to a place where the temperature increased in increments and thus they get accustomed to it. Soon the old ways become legends of Eden and things folks can’t comprehend as now, by their sweat, do they earn their daily bread before going home and sitting in front of the set that tells lies to their vision about how they too can be happy and content if they buy that, this and this. All of which is owned by him. Obviously he needs helping hands to manage all of this and thus begins the recruitment. At first its presented as one thing but that is simply a front organization for testing because there is another layer and another hidden within. How do you progress? It all depends on corruption and how amenable you are to it. What does he promise in exchange for your loyalty? Why you can have what it was like before he stepped in and you also have free reign to indulge your wickedness as much as you wish as he’ll present that as salvation and the way that is correct.
I want you to realize the truth of what I said because, like it or not, you were born into it and accepted the deception to do what you knew was wrong but felt correct as everyone else in the echo chamber nodded their heads as they filled their opps with lead. Its a special kind of magick, you dig? One that is based on inversion, corruption and the desecration of free will. And yet, its legal. Except once in you can’t leave as they’ll ensure this will be a fate worse than death upon your next incarnation which then spirals you into further debt as your old friends turned Opponents whip your ass from one life to the next for daring to go against them when, in the end, you were only trying to help them see the true nature of the trick which holds them in their grip and turned a veritable garden of Eden into a living hell for the ignorant who accept, without question, the script that is handed to them and then live out its suggestions which are often to their detriment and, surprise, they’ll be billed for this as well. From one life to the next.
What would you do if you clicked? Would you felt you owed it to the rest to fill them in? Even if it meant they’d hate you for it because it wasn’t their true voice that was yelling but the puppet master who holds the strings that manipulated their consciousness? We are the ones who were betrayed, off rip, as we placed good faith in bad intent that presented lies as honest even though the truth is not in him whilst binding us with spells and rites that present obligation as liberation via the use of mind tricks, constant corruption and willful ignorance of what is truly happening. The problem is, when the Victim is challenged about his investment in the Opponents mindset he takes it as an insult to his lineage, his tradition and – most of all – his intelligence. Could you admit it? Even to your Self?
Do you get what I’ve said or am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind?“.
In response there was silence. What did he expect? These were men that needed a Master, a hierarchical pyramid that told them what to think, do and accept. This was, after all, standard practice that was wrapped up in more types of mumbo jumbo and ritual than you could imagine to hide, at its most basic, the sketch he said. What do you think happens next? Who knows, the story is a work in progress. As we all are, I guess. Better yet, what would you do in these fictional events of which any similarities to people and organizations, living or dead, are pure coincidence and any links you may draw to real world things must simply be products of your fevered imagination so don’t quote me, boy, as I ain’t said a thing.
Till we meet again
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