Low Vibration People

You’re better off alone than being surrounded by low frequency people. How can you tell who is high and who is low? Simple. Their habits, lifestyle and the way they treat themselves tells you all you need to know.

See, someone smart can play dumb but the reverse is impossible so everything finds its own level. The thing about playing in the dirt is that it can be fun, wild and uninhibited but all these come with their own consequences as these people, by their very nature. live for today and have no thought of consequence as its all viewed from a limited lens. This is also why their lives are usually a linear progression from bad to worse, misery lxves company though so they’ll be glad to have you around, especially if you can provide something for them somehow because best believe there is a level of give and take and you will, in one way or another, pay your way.

The problem is this, its easy to sink, hard to swim in the midst of all this filth because the habits, vibration and mentality of these folk is the epitome of crabs in a bucket. If you start to become a success they’ll either find a way to undermine or limit your progress. This can be petty things like discouragement or blatantly planning your end with a smile as they sit next to you in your place, enjoying the spoils of your effort as they’re plotting a way on how to to take it all away as their hearts pump nothing but venom due to the fact you possess a talent they can’t even imagine or comprehend.

Seen it many times and almost fell in the same pre dug hole once myself which is why I say:

You’re better off alone than being surrounded by low vibration people. In the world of Slaves the vast majority of them ain’t worth a thing because they’re pretty much identical after being conditioned by a System that suppressed the Soul out of them and then gave them fraudulent equivalents to approximate the sensation of being whole and entirely present – baubles, trinkets and such things. Not all of them are bad, as usual, its a percentage thing:

You’ll see some are one hundred percent committed to being their own worst enemy – a song that is sang to the melody of the most popular beat it seems – and yeah, its fun. Its also a crime against humanity because you’re Self murdering who you were supposed to be, peep:

Imagine each day getting high, fighting in the streets and having sex with a variety of woman that are either mentally, physically or spiritually diseased (often all three). It creates a discharge of light that brightens their internal night which helps take off the edge from their existential dread. Lets put a number on it and say its about three watts, still quite dim all things considered but enough to make a difference to their standard darkness.

Now, the Warrior realizes this process for what it is and notices the substances, people and circumstance can only trigger things within him ergo there must be other ways to mine this information – because that is what light it is, information and that is what underpins all of creation because the data condenses as it passes through the dimensions before being chopped up stitched together and represented as your senses as the world in which your sentience currently envisions living – so he sets off on an adventure of discovery and ignorance.

If there is light running round inside our systems that feels nice to imperience when it glistens and low level antics are the equivalent of picking the lock and stealing some trinkets from the mansion you live in then why not find the keys to your home and retake your place on the throne? See, the Slave would never think like this. They can’t see past the instant hit, the quick thrill and then its on to the next when they flatline again as they subsist though a life twice removed from death. Of course if they haven’t activated their potent then how can they feel it but there it is, the difference between a Slave and a Warrior:

Only one thinks, the other one places his bet on Thunk and spins the wheel yet again to be on the losing end of the deal getting the short end of the stick thats been predipped in the sweetest poison to ever grace their lips and this they accept with fevered passion and grace for the state it creates. A temporary escape from a life that they hate but dare not fully admit.

Now I say that to say this:

Even though 81% of the world is at this moment happily enSlaved in the daily punishment of being the (false) self they accept as they know not of the best version of themselves they could freely choose to be. Ah free, the word that is anathema to those who believe in the amusing concept of money which is in effect a physical representation of your Slavery and the hardest chain for most to see as it runs and underpins the entire System into which you were thrown from the moment you incarnated and has been influencing those who came before and since they were in the womb as it chose what your parents consumed, what fibers decorated their rooms and how they spent their lives in preparation for hosting the next light of the lotus to bloom into this filthy degraded pool.

That, that pure pristine state is available for any Slave should they wish but it involves going backward to progress which is another concept that won’t make sense as they’ve spent their lives being programmed to run like a chicken with no head on a psychosocial treadmill:

“Go to school, get into debt, get a better job to pay it back. Quick, get more debt, watch the TV set as a prophylaxis to dissent as you take your dreams and potent and see it reflected back as pretense instead. Do some drugs, have some sex, live a little, the end. See you on your next spin“.

With some variation here and there it describes every Slaves life. Some might substitute things for this or that here and then but all in all it is what it is as a Slaves programming is very simple and, like I said, they don’t think, they Thunk.

Thunk is prearranged think with big, handy sized pieces. Imagine this:

Lets say you were a complete klutz with no fine motor control so needlework, soldering, painting or suchlike and so forth were total no goes but you can pick up and dump bricks to a build a fort or castle. Then for your level of coordination that would scratch the itch of being able to create something.

Sure it wouldn’t be refined, not particularly original and totally limited by the medium as to what you could make anyway as the resolution is too low and the pieces too large in order to be wielded by your current skillset.

Thats the inside of a Slaves head.

Its not filled with thoughts because thoughts allow one to think and peer over the edge of the box they’re placed within and ask “How did I get here because I wasn’t born in it and for what intent? I wonder” the nascent Warrior said as he stops digging his Reality Tunnel and questions the program.

See, every Slave at some point, usually before the age of ten, has had that moment. This is when the last vestiges of their potent were braying on the walls of the cubic prison their ruler had been placed inside their head and told them it was for their best. Physically speaking its when you see the internal light start to dim in what was once a life filled kid. Goodbye, Inner Sense. Say hello to Adulteration.

After that its Thunk all the way and without this Knowledge and the sheer determination required to retrace ones steps back to that day its chunks of Thunk all the way, right up to the bloody end and beyond because it does have consequence as that is the point par excellence we’ll discover later on.

For now its all about Thunk:

Thunk is a chunk of thought, compacted, socially sanctioned, often accepted by ones parents, peers or group and the largest ones are poured in to the construction of your Mind Made Prison between the age of two and six with each layer after getting thin as there is only so much space within. These are the walls I spoke of that your potential attempted to smash in and get your attention, way back when, when you could still have saved your Self and its the reason why school is literally a criminal system, concentration camp par excellence, as it reduces think to Thunk and uses a host of similar tricks designed to impede your potential under the guise of progress which is simply rewarding regurgitation and smiting the creative principle.

Now, these big bricks of Thunk are what you use to create the world in your head and their familiarity and presence go down well for the limited section of awareness that is trapped down within because a) everyone else is also doing the same thing and b) you can’t think of any alternatives beyond saving the best for the end and or enjoying the current spin plus c) anything seen to contradict or contravene these bricks of thought, so heavy and dense is taken as a direct threat, not just against their perspective but also to their (false) self.

Stop and think for a moment:

Se all know of people who are so caught up in their role, possessions or status that it is, for all intents and purposes, the them they know best and they can’t imagine living without these concepts. Stockbrokers jumping out of windows when the market crashes easily idents the effects of Thunk on the human system. Its also the reason why blue chip executives die so quickly once they get a pension but we’ll speak on that elsewhen.

If you stood now with a brick in your hand and I said “Are you this?” you’d look, blink and think “Is he taking the whizz? Of course Im not the brick you pillock how can I be something I observe and can let go of if I wish?“. At which point Id grin and say “Exactly my friend, because, and here’s the rub, the secret sauce if you will”:

You can observe your thoughts and let go of them if you wish ergo you can’t be them and seeing as all your concepts of self are just mental Patterns and precepts you accept are solid as the bricks that are expertly designed to hem your awareness within then how can you be what you think?

Unless of course you just Thunk and by now we’ll both know who you are but at least now the Slaves have options because its a Game of three halves in this realm and its why you don’t know you don’t know that makes all the difference. Next time you catch your Self Thunking realize “I am the Witness” and drop the preformed brick of second hand concepts that Adulterate your awareness. Make this a habit and you’ll shift your wavelength, obtain a greater resonance and increase your vibration which is akin to having spent your entire existence listening to the song of your life on a noiZ filled AM set packed with static as you mangle the lyrics. Once you get the tunes on FM then you’re playing on another level because the next option is a disc so you pick what tunes spin but the most amazing effect is being able to stop and chill.

The Psylense. Can you hear it?

Till we meet again