In a World Full of Liars

I only speak the truth. Know why? It isn’t for any lofty ideals or holier than thou schtick. Purely practical:

If I didn’t then, by now, I’d have flipped my lid due to the things I’ve seen. Let me give you an example:

You are born, you grow, go to school and such things. As you mature you collect imperiences that shape you inner realms and friends that reinforce external perspectives as well as share times good and grim. Lets pretend that at some point all of them conspire to have you killed. You survive, barely, from this attack, hyperdimensional. What would you do next? Laugh or cry?

Basically you have to reevaluate every single thing you ever thought you knew and that is a really, really good thing because its what is essential for liberation so, in that respect, my teachers did me a solid as get free or thrive trying is the mindset. They also gifted me with an insight into who truly runs the world, the methods they use and to whom they are loyal and this is something that has such an intricate web of lies that are densely woven around it that it suddenly made sense why schizos flip their lids when offered a glimpse of higher realms. Did you know that those folks they can’t wait to cram full of pills the moment they’re sectioned are the only humans on Earth that don’t fall for optical illusions? Let that sink in and it may just click why this article is titled “In a World Full of Liars”…

For me it is not the fact that I live this but moreso the empathy for those who are also thrown in the deep end (with ankle weights) and sank without a trace or were written off as casualties of wars, unseen, using whatever narrative folks accept to keep plodding on their own treadmill. On the one hand its truly mindblowing to peer beyond the veil but, on the flip, its extremely isolating as each step on the Path of Power leads you further and further away from the madness of crowds who were born, running free, on a beach but now dwell in a cave of ignorance they’d rather die than exit. In the midst we find a way, unpaved, strewn with the corpses of those who either wandered on it or were pushed and then perished due to a lack of Knowledge as they were tortured by forces beyond this realm that further alienated them. Even that may have an upside, metaphysically speaking.

I really do think about this at depth because so much about so much now makes perfect sense but the implication of this is that if liberation truly is this difficult the rest don’t stand a chance a hell so maybe its best they Thunk this realm is heaven sent and carry on as intended from one life to the next. I wonder how they feel, being content with the world beamed into their heads and having no desire to reality test by poking and prodding at its limits? Maybe thats the ignorant bliss others mentioned or just testament to how effective the System is as so many accept its whims, without question. Not me though.

I say all that to say this:

Life, at its most basic, is a deception. There is no polite way of telling folks they’ve been had. Took. Hoodwinked. Bamboozled. Led astray. State it out loud to those plugged in expect a violent reaction from the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs because the first rule of any Game or con is to protect your investment and the Opponent in their head will do this, real well, as he issues statements to their consciousness they Thunk is them. Read that back again. Let it sink in to your depths and see if a dulcet tone emotes from your chest in a way thats soundlesly powerful as it says:

“He’s right, you know?”.

Take the Observer Effect, mix it in with a pinch of atoms being mostly empty space and the fact that you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring at you as they bore holes in the back of your head and you’ll stop sipping the poisoned chalice of illusion that has you under its spell because the next conclusion that kicks says:

“At night, when I’m dreaming, my mind creates worlds that seem so real and authentic. Why, if it wasn’t for the fact that I rise in bed and am slowly flooded with recollections of another life I live I could be set adrift on memory bliss, without end. If, into this land of illusion, a man did step then said:

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

Would I chastise or yell at him or offer thanks for the help I didn’t know I needed?”.

That is the 8 billion Soul question. Consciousness is everything. You, me, that rock on the pavement and everything in between. This entire dimension and all within are simply figments of your imagination. For some, reading, it would have clicked why school divorced you from this super power, real quick, because, back when, you could throw some sprinkles on a cardboard box and, quite literally, jet to the moon if you wished and it all felt real and visceral. If you could be super, duper rich or have that faculty back online again, which one would you pick? Better yet how about immense wealth or total fearlessness? See what I mean about the parasite of consciousness that is beasting as he feasts on the Inner Sense of the planet and then sells them back an Adulterated (false) self they’ll protect to the death as to face the truth would be akin to admitting the deception that their pride won’t let them stomach. Thats the nature of the trick that is so old and so immense that it holds billions of Souls within its grip at this moment.

The rest are too busy filling their stomachs and appetites that won’t end as we live in times of universal greed which is super ironic as man is both richer and poorer than he’s ever been in the same instance. In between both of these poles (or any others you can mention) you’ll find the golden circle of the present moment that all were born in but only 8% are capable of returning to whilst living. I, for the above mentioned, am one of them thanks to a little help from old friends who I now recollect I have known for many incarnations hence why they were present all around from the time I stepped in to the present moment where I’ve hopped off a jet, in lands distant, and have been sequentially met with people reciting a script who know me very well whilst I was nearly ignorant of the double dealing as one can smile and be a villain.

You ever play that Game, back when, where you have a label on your head and everyone else can read it and you’re left guessing? Kind of like that but metaphysical hence why being really real is the only option because its easy to be led astray with deception and theatrics but truth is the antidote to this venom that creates the genesis of an alchemist who takes the base, pumping, and flips it to something golden instead as he ascends from this realm and kicks a little Knowledge to the rest about the true state of play in the Game. This is, I suspect, the reason they don’t overtly like me but, internally, they really want to see me win plus are also sad that I’m leaving this dimension as I ascend in resonance beyond the Three D gravel pit we inhabit via the flesh draped around our awareness to decode a tiny slice of the EM spectrum thats then further edited and flipped to show only what we expect and skip the rest.

Quite literally, all up in my spinal column. A vertebrae invasion, if you will, and the true cause of back pain in this realm as its all spiritual, in the end as well as beginning and during. Old balances must be settled in for the heart against a feather to way correct so watch me do the dance of destruction as I slap the thigh on my left, twice, as an open invitation to the cosmic loan sharks above this realm that created not only the psychosocial treadmill for the 81% but a customized version for the 11% who learn some cheat codes and magick tricks to wield a certain type of influence over the rest. If you trust a liar, who is to blame, in the end? You or them? Ponder this as you live because I am fairly sure you too will one day sit, waxing lyrical, as you comprehend the shadows depth and the true nature of what grifts. Think you’ll make it look as good as this? In many ways the Game I lace will help you as well, in the end, because there is only one way in and one way out of this realm.

How many times did I ask you to parlay? How many times did I invite open discussion as I tried to figure out what the hell kicks in the adventure I’m living? How many times have you noticed that I’ve obscured the provenance and tells of those who stuck the boot in as well as their symbols, rank and file associations in ways akin to an olive branch because I, in no way, shape or form, think I have anywhere close to a hundred percent correct perspective on what is happening and thus like to keep my options open as I rearrange pieces in the darkness whilst a light from a higher realm shines, now and then, to show the lay of the land and true nature of this realm. What do I get in return? Same as the one who was born to cut heads and then chastised for doing this. No wonder he howled at the moon and promised furious anger and terrible vengeance but I get it. Its all scripted. We’re playing parts and on this spin and one can only be cast a Victim if they don’t click that its not how you start but end as you can shift that, real quick, to victor instead as it all takes place inside your awareness.

Some lead with the left, others raise it entirely from the pavement. Behold, the destroyer of worlds, shatter of illusions that, once up a when, was seen as auspicious but then became terrible. Sort of like serpents, yes? Naga please! You mean to tell me that, ages ago when there was naught but melanin in this realm, every single Soul paid homage to the dragon and then – when white men rewrote history in their image – they suddenly became wicked and something to fear and dread? Thats what I mean, dear reader, about being willing to examine at depth that which you accept as gospel. For Slave/Masters in training who truly wish to ascend, that goes double because if you signed a blank contract to gain access because someone else said so then who is to tell what they fill in or the true cost of membership… Especially if all they know and sell is various forms of deception of which this realm is testament because the longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch and thats just how that dire beat us kicks in if you don’t Know the Ledge:

There is one thing that recently came to my attention. Something which caused and immense swell of empathy within when it comes to Slave/Masters and its this:

You too are living hostages. Some are acutely aware of this and quietly champion my efforts as they intuit the shadows depth. What gave it away was your rep I met for the first time in the flesh that let slip (accidentally on purpose?) that he’s been watching my moves with great interest, since back when, and that was quite puzzling until it clicked that your contract to this realm is for sale to the highest bid as whoever claims domination of the age owns your pink slip so even if you Know the real deal within you must simply grin and bare it for the rest as the cosmic clock slowly ticks from one sign to the next…

Yes, this too shall pass but have you ever wondered how far you can truly ascend on the borrowed wings they gift? If you think they’ll make it to the 8th and transcend the serpent nibbling his tale as he spins and we push rocks of ignorance of uphill then I’d say you have another thing coming because liberation, in the end, is a solo sport. Like Bob said, you can’t save your brothers Soul as we ain’t related in any sense and you’ve got to do for Self whilst holding an example to the rest as nothing and no one can grant salvation in this realm unless you’ve done the Knowledge and removed the filth from the milk and allowed the cream to surface that was previously being sipped by the man behind the curtain.

In a world full of deception the involutionary speaks the truth, without fear, because the extra voltage allows the vicious circle to be transcended from within the box of ignorance it was placed as it spirals home, beyond this realm. Can you hear the Psylense? Not yet, I’d bet, but you will because its about to be curtains for the noiZ that plagued this realm and manifested as the voice in the heads of the plebs that don’t comprehend they aren’t that which talks, without end, but the one who listens, in silence. Up your resolution and that goes double for the S/Ms as you are currently running, full belt, on a psychospiritual treadmill whilst looking down at the rest that fell for a similar trick as an overlay in the material realm because if you put your faith in a liar (in whom the truth doesn’t rest) its your fault, in the end as it becomes a camel and eye of the needle thing which is the feather and scale, remixed, as you can either bob your head to the remix with a sample, uncredited, or dig in the crates by doing the Knowledge hence prize truth over all else as its the bedrock and foundation of liberation and thus the counterpoint of illusion that causes this world to exist and we, at the moment, are so far from the truth that to hear it said, out loud, seems strange and alien to the idiocy we accept even though most lives stand as testament that their internal programming is not really that effective. Or maybe it is and thats the entire point as I could be totally incorrect. I am willing to admit this and recalibrate my perspective as new data pours in. Are you?

Till we meet again