Being rich of heart but poor of pocket is something that seems to be hand in glove when it comes to talent. Maybe its the creativity fostered by having to come up with less and still keeping safe the will to make it happen. Maybe its the test to see if you’re willing to betray your Self in order to make it rich by compromising your morals for the appearance of success? Who knows? Maybe its something totally different.
What if we’re all born rich of heart but most never realize it until they’re swindled out of their birth right and sent on a paper chase that tries to fill that aching chasm within. Behind every stellar artist there is always a life of pain. Its something the world has seen again and again and this I call the Diamond Principle as its the pressure that makes them shine as they’re saturated with inner light. Doesn’t mean its going to be an easy ride though because the demons of the past often hitch a ride when it comes to shining bright in a Game designed to get you consumed by your consumption. Warriors, the fix is in therefore watch your step because what I’m telling those within will never dare spill as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell.
Any creative knows well that true inspiration is something which descends as it rises in the same instance to totally envelope your awareness with the gifts that it brings. For me to say I’m writing this feels like taking false credit and this is what propelled me on my quest to separate the Adulterated from Inner Sense as the latter is where the impulse bubbles. Walk with me for a moment:
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king and that is exactly how the Adulterated gets down in this realm, just as intended because if people are lacking depth perception and a skewed perspective they can be easily manipulated as they can’t sense the difference. Imagine you are walking alone with some special contact lenses in. The left eye sees nothing but darkness and whats so curious is you don’t question this because of what the right is doing. Inside here there is a lens that contains a tint which shifts almost every time you blink. Or it could be constant. The point is its totally random and, most interestingly, each time it flips the script the tint changes not only how you look at the present but past and future as well because its exploiting a process that occurs within. Actually, lets backtrack for a bit:
Lets pretend that inside your head there is a Rolodex which is adorned with color coded labels. Within this spinny thing lies the sum total of your entire existence. Every single thing you’ve ever seen, felt, thought or perceived is stacked up perfectly in a system that is as simple as it is complex. To examine it is quite literally mind blowing as once Witnessed you suddenly realize “Wait a sec, I cannot be any of them so what am I, in and outside the flesh?” as they are akin to hologrammatic negatives that come to life once you shine the light of your awareness in.
Much like Narcissus, who was so enamored with his reflection that the rest of the world grew dim as he feasted his eyes upon himself, we are collectively hypnotized by the voice in our heads (which, if you think about it you cannot be as you’re listening to it ergo are something quite different. This I call the Witness) and the lens placed in our eyes via cultural programming. It doesn’t matter your creed or faith, when you popped into this world in terms of timespace or other such things because this entire stage is built around this premise hence most do not question the standard equipment they possess or these extras placed within.
Since my inception I’ve been what they’d grow to term a hacker. Everyone has seen them. Those jits that take their toys apart (much to their parents chagrin) in order to see how they work and then make something new out of them. I did this since the jump. Without instruction or guidance, just following the Psylense and that innate curiosity that seeks mastery over this realm by peering in to swim beneath the surface. As time progressed the tricks of the trade I’d learned moved from hardware to software and then the human operating system before finally reality itself and this is where the Game of Souls hypothesis took shape.
Do you know what a Reality Tunnel is? You should. You’re in one:
This lens that you aren’t currently aware you’re wearing is quite slick in the sense that its presence makes it invisible as its influence is all pervasive yet so subtle. If you are feeling blue then realize that is simply the tint distracting the Witness as it automatically spins the Rolodex of imperience and draws a narrative created from thoughts, feelings and energies that are resonant. Example:
Jills boyfriend got up and left and her life feels like its a mess as she wanted nothing more than to please him as he was all she ever wanted and needed. He found her externally attractive but her neediness repulsed him as she had the merest sliver of false confidence that masked the train wreck of her inner realm. Jack was a pretty intuitive type and what you’d call a free spirit and due to his penchant for mind expanding experiences he’d grasped the rudiments of higher dimensional perception without truly realizing it. This is what Jill found so attractive in him as he was overflowing with a sense of freedom and quiet rebelliousness and this acceptance was what she had been seeking her entire life.
Her parents were quite strict and demanding. They were not shy in expressing when her actions didn’t please and they backed it up with Bible thumping as they spoke of Hell and her eternal condemnation. Open and frank discussions were simply not welcome to the table of her upbringing so she dared not express them for fear of being cast out of their affection. In short she became a people pleaser and learned to disconnect from her Inner Sense and was swiftly and almost totally Adulterated whilst still in childhood. People noticed and would comment in ways that deepened the schism via compliments – “She is so mature. Isn’t it wonderful? The Holy Spirit is strong in this one!” – as she was gaslighted by the congregation and pressed into a role she wasn’t even sure she wanted.
As all of this was happening (and in an entirely natural and soon to be unconscious process) the Rolodex was filing away imperience. It was encoding all she’d seen so the past would dictate her response in the present which then shaped the future she was building. The girl was fond of singing and dancing. In that sense the Church offered her at least one freedom as she could belt out the notes with passion as the congregation got on its feet and started clapping.
Can you spot the contradiction?
Here the Rolodex is confused as we have something which simultaneously draws her to the bad of falseness to fit in whilst allowing the real to shine forth in a framework that is socially sanctioned. Her parents encouraged this with an admonishment that said “As long as you sing of His glory, and His alone, without a thought of profit then we encourage it”. And so she did. The child star felt her destiny was speaking.
Externally as she was growing into a young woman you could not tell of her extreme loneliness and the things she did to combat this as the adage of “Children should be seen and not heard” was running through her mental programming. She mastered the art of patting her head whilst rubbing her stomach and all kinds of neuromotor skills as well as belting our her scales which allowed her the freedom to express. Lets take a deeper dive and examine via the lens:
Imagine for a moment that her primary coding was in purple. You’ll note this is a combination of blue and red so lets say the former shade encodes all she classes as ickiness whilst the latter is unbridled passion. When she is in her element she is subconsciously spinning the Rolodex to carefully ensure she is coloring in within the lines of what is expected (blue) and what she wants (red). The end result is purple. As she projects so she ingests and the loop spins itself as she is lost in the moment. “Its then I feel totally alive. The rest feels like hell but this is a slice of heaven” she said to Jack, not long after they met.
Jack on the flip had no such restrictions. His primary hue was orange and he’d been raised by what most would call bohemian parents who were very body positive and encouraged all kinds of things. That also meant he was a stranger to boundaries and any form of impulse control as it was all about what felt best in the moment. To say they hit it off would be an understatement as each brings what the other is lacking and both were exceedingly creative.
The problems kicked in when it came to resonance as there was pure contrast but very little in common. Jill hated how unpredictable he was, how we wouldn’t give her the reassurance she was seeking because (in his Rolodex) that is standard equipment and thus most never thank the sun for shining as its taken as part of the deal of living. On the flip he found her rigidity more and more irritating as he was very laissez-faire in the sense that what happens, happens and who cares about the rest. Quite hedonistic in that respect. What a couple they made though as in him she saw rebellion against her parents and the chains they’d placed on her nascent awareness in exchange for affection that was doled out only for compliance. He liked how she looked, stylishly hanging off his limb, exuding class, and how eager she was to please as he trained her in the skills of the pleasure principle as he was all about enjoying as many women as he could get by burying it to the hilt and pushing it to the limit without commitment. Once again, a fundamental difference is she could not overcome her sex shaming parents and believed strongly in bonding for life. With Jack she thought she’d found it and was determined to make it happen.
Problem is the skills in her tool chest were based off her Rolodex imprints which were all manipulative shades of blue. She hated using them because she was perceptive enough to see their effects as well as the feelings these states evoked in her inner realms but she had no other options to convey her message. Blue and orange look quite good but if purple was the hue that drew him in and when he’d sense the “almost but not quiteness” he’d find it quite repulsive as then his lens would amplify and magnify the worst of what she presented.
One day he intuited that she actually exhibited many of the same traits as his mother who had been a lipstick revolutionary in the sense that her colors were simply painted on the surface due to a deep seated need to be accepted and she’d found her comfort zone with his father who was a limitless beam of green who truly lived his lyrics. From that moment on his passions cooled dramatically as he attempted to disconnect as he could tell exactly where this was heading, her motivations to trap him, what she expected and various other bits as the blue shade of his lens started linking little things she did with his past imperience. Suddenly the Pattern was obvious. In that respect he’d broken the spell that many labor under for generations due to faulty programming and an unexamined awareness.
“I can’t take any more of this. Listen, it was fun while it lasted but I’m out. I wish you the best” he said. And with that, he left.
Jill was devastated as she sank to the depths of her own personal hell whilst her lens clicked to the deepest shade of blue she knew and via this hue the Rolodex offered up her strongest fears and dreads. Suddenly her whole life was recast in this new shade and things that didn’t match were excised from the tale. If we were to glance within its was a slow and steady descent in which things started bad and then got gradually worse and worse and worse until this point where she sat and wept, overcome with corrosive emotions and tainted affection. Of course, she didn’t see this as her life, her script and her inheritance of which Jack was simply the icing on the cake and not the content therein as there was plenty she would not allow her Self to think.
She had no one else to turn to but her parents who used this opportunity to sink their claws even further in and frostily welcomed her back under their wing with lots and lots of chastisement. Jack never thought about her again as he was on to the next and took it as a learning imperience but Jill never forgot him as she eked out a miserable existence akin to a bird that sings to forget the sadness of clipped wings as its placed in a cage most ornate and gilded. All for anothers benefit.
There aren’t any happy endings in this because life isn’t that simple. Bad things happen to good people but the moral of the story is about the lens and Rolodex as they shape your perceptions and in many ways create the script that you’re living. What I found via my reverse engineering of consciousness is you can change this by leveraging your awareness via the strength of the Witness (which is who you truly are in and beyond this realm) as it is exceedingly powerful. Just from the outline sketched hastily on the back of a napkin that I waved around in your head over a drink you can start to grasp the rudiments of your inner realm as this process powers everything and its only as rigid as you let it be.
That is where Knowledge of Self kicks in and those who are aware of the process can override the lens. Braver still are the Warriors who are willing to rip it out from behind their eyelid then do the same with the other which caused the hemispheric interference which was hinted at in the text which said the higher state of consciousness was crucified on a hill with two thieves suspended next to him. Then, and only then, can you start to become Centered in Self by lighting the eye within that sees all but only the chosen see it.
All of this may be a totally fresh concept but I’d be willing to bet that your intuition is nodding its head and saying it feels correct. Now, the question is am I wrong for sharing this? For hacking the Matrix and reverse engineering the fundamentals of life itself or am I simply using the talents I stepped in with as we all know a childs curiosity is boundless without limits. In that sense I’m being true to Self and that causes a lot of chagrin as the Slaves (who are the majority at 81% and well programmed to cherish ignorance that generates suffering) will find a lot of what I say quite challenging. The Slave/Masters at 11% despise the fact that I live to tell the tale as they’d rather me long dead as one light shining in the darkness is enough to make the rest question the narrative they’ve been laboring under for generations. The remaining 8% (to whom my words are a beacon which reaches out and calls to them via various mediums) will be grinning and nodding their heads as their hearts shine in resonance as they too, in their own way, have pondered this and drawn their own conclusions about the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.
I’d really like to hear this because it all goes back to being rich of heart but poor of pocket. What I possess in spirit I know there are those with plenty in their pockets but null and void below the neck covet and wish to possess. Why? So they can edit, weaponize and profit from it by using it against the rest to enforce their narrative. They create false barriers to entry, various limits to expression and a whole raft of bridges that demand tolls and fealty in order to access what they can give. But what is this really? Fiat currency? Something which is akin to a printed illusion backed by nothing but the belief others pour in to the purported it freedom it brings without realizing its presence signals the truth of their enSlavement? Fame? Acclaim? People saying nice things? How about the lease of spiritual wings that can’t ascend beyond the limits placed on them when they were clipped and dumped in this realm and turned it into a living hell for the plebs? Why would I need this when I can encode my imperience via flicking through the Rolodex and thus the strings of the meat puppet I could’ve been fall by the wayside as I become a true human being exactly what he is, nothing more, nothing less.
Thats freedom and it springs from within. Either you have it or you’re grasping at an approximation which is ultimately anothers toy they let you play with in lieu of you going inside your own chest and discovering its abundance. There is a very powerful sample of the Rolodex example and what I’m speaking of and that is spontaneous healing in which one who was allegedly terminal and at the end intuitively recodes their perception by overpowering the lens which filters their consciousness and reality bends to their whim as they become the living, breathing embodiment of radiant health. The fact that this is well known but rarely studied is proof about what I’ve said as its based on the same principles of color coded resonance and the story we tell ourselves which in turn hints at what I’ve said in regards to think vs Thunk.
The former is natural. The latter a learned bad habit. Knowing this allows you to create better options and thus one whose heart is filled automatically becomes rich everywhere else but those who try the opposite always come up lacking as true freedom is something that comes from within and only you can grant your Self.
Till we meet again
