When the lotus has no choice because its either sink on swim on the ocean of filth that is this realm at the present you know its time to shoot from hip with a dead aim at the brain of the Adulterated Opponent within that, via parasitical processes, feasts upon pure Inner Sense. You can only come to your senses by losing the mind they programmed, back when, which is not in your best interests. Stop and think:
If everything inside your head worked, perfect, then your life wouldn’t be a mess. Why can’t you regulate your energetics? Why are you dripping in coping mechs? Why does the voice in your head rage and deny this as it pulls the strings of your awareness as it makes you its puppet in the flesh?
Your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend. Back to the topic:
“Why would you do this? Whats the point in this? If you your Self said that only 8% are capable of comprehending the shadows depth then why bother kicking the ballistics on the web when the margin of misinterpretation is immense and most simply don’t give an F about your feature presentation?”.
I don’t know. Call it a helping hand to a fellow Soul trapped in this realm with no clue about the consequences of wearing flesh as they are constantly recycled from one life to the next with little much changing as they stay plugged in and thus don’t comprehend they aren’t the candle but an aspect of the eternal flame that manifests as their awareness. They say that true compassion springs when one finds enlightenment then plunges back into the darkness to the help the rest find the spark within themselves that the world tries so hard to extinguish so they can sell you lightbulbs instead.
Yeah, thats pretty much how it is because work, buy, consume, die is the blueprint they etched in your awareness and within the grip of this Mind Made Prison people are real comfortable with being uncomfortable hence why they’d try and kill anyone who escaped the Cave and came back to show them the shadowplay on the wall and the fire which teases them is but a poor imitation of what truly is awaiting their Self realization. Really picture this, my friend:
You are born, easy and free. From a young age they train you to sit in a frame that expands as you progress. All you know is the Cave and its filled with children who are taught to “Sit still, look ahead” by one who wishes to claim dominion over them. The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch until, one fine day, you are staring at the wall upon which some symbols doth flick as you spin a narrative in your head they programmed you with. In this deal do you think people would feel much like square watermelons and think there is something really wrong with this sketch or would they believe the frame and them are one and the same, identical, so if that mad, bad, jit from kindergarten that never, ever sat still and often upended his chair by trying to balance it on two legs as he ran the teachers ragged came charging back in with an axe that he swings at the frame you don’t even notice you’re wearing would you start screaming or say “Thanks for help. I always wanted freedom“.
That, in a nutshell, is what kicks because some Know the sketch and have intuited the deal which pushed them into this underground crypt of illusion and deception that is akin to a living hell so the parasites of consciousness can enjoy the prime real estate of this realm via private access as they have you caught up in their illusion. Obviously they don’t like the Warrior as he rises to the challenge and shakes off their programming that was designed to fit like a second skin as he reclaims his voltage then sets about spreading the message to the rest that are plugged in to the Matrix that placed a cage around them. Thats the Mind Made Prison, my friend, and its why I said that there is no difference between the form of a golden age child and one that steps in to this time of universal degradation aka the war on Inner Sense. The function, however, is a chalk and cheese thing because most people are strangers to their Self and driven to live on the outskirts of their mind where they pay an immense rent to a slum landlord slash pimp that gives not one single solitary F about them as they see you as less than human whilst blaming you for their cruelness you accept out of ignorance.
Tell me, if you had peeped the script what would you do, in this instance? Take a seat a the high table with the rest as you raise an expensive drink for a mission done well as your ark of excess sails across the rivers of time that run red with the blood of the plebs that hold your craft overhead or risk it all on a spin of the cosmic roulette wheel in the hopes some Souls recollect it wasn’t always like this and their true nature is awaiting their awakening before it gets locked in a new version of the cell when silicon and carbon bred to create the new and improved Mind Made Prison as the yuga cycle ascends from man to ubermensch before sinking again. And again. And again. Without beginning, without end. That is the nature of a construction, a program, a System that works via the camera trick of taking your power and placing it outside of Self. No child thinks like this but all of the Adulterated accept this as evident and some will even rage and gnash as the suggestion they are divine is taken as a tantamount to sin as they view themselves as wretched and decrepit. Does a child ever step in not overflowing with radiance? Why does this glow vanish? Better yet, why don’t people notice and question the paradigm? Its because they’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that hides in their head and covers its tracks, really well, by projecting its fear of getting caught as the wrapping around the gift of the present moment that hides the best a man can get:
Gnosis.
Don’t leave home without it! Why? Because its your only ticket out of this realm hence the whole “Heart against a feather” thing because if you crave more of that Cave and the imperience it brings then ye shall get. If you don’t you’ll get emotionally blackmailed and or manipulated to go back for another spin as your investments are used against because its all like ink that was spilled on a canvas which, in turn, hides the fact it all springs from a tree which is living, breathing intelligence as it encapsulates the essence of this feature presentation which is a fractal ergo the resolution that I kick is beyond ultra hi def but you need the ears and eyes to decode as opposed to being encoded which hints at the tele/microscope effect I’ve mentioned elsewhen. Anyway:
Bloom or bust. From one life to the next the lotus fights against the elements of filth that surround it and would like nothing less than to choke it to death before it can speak a thing or realize its potential. Time and time again does this symbol takes place and some Souls become increasingly efficient at a process, alchemical, which leads them to comprehend that they are actually the life force, eternal, manifested as the form into an ocean of ignorance ergo this is all akin to an immense Game of Hide and Seek with Self which is a whole nother topic as there are levels to this, where we sit, as its like a clock with a second hand that sticks. Not quite nothing but almost something as well. The mind makes it real though. Thats how powerful it is. Lets pretend the Cave and cage I mentioned were modern VR tech instead. Feelies, lets call them. You go, view a show and for ninety minutes you get to live each kiss, thrill, spill and dump of adrenaline as you view the flick from a first person perspect. During that time of dilation and forced angles it all seems totally authentic but imagine someone steps in and says:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
And speaks on the nature of emulation via overstimulation of your senses via a script designed to pull you in and its had you in its grip for countless lifetimes which you’ll swear up and down are authentic because you never disconnected from their dream like logic and constant barrage of suggestions which said:
“Pay no heed to the man who speaks on the man behind the curtain and his intent. This is life. Its your life. Its real and authentic. Kill that infidel for even daring to suggest what you believe isn’t correct and don’t forget to spend, spend, spend every shred of attention you possess anywhere but on your Self”.
What would you do next? If you, as one of the 8%, said:
“OK, lets reality test. I’ll sit here and close my eyes because if this is really real and not some type of high tech hallucination then I should be able to exercise complete control over it, yes?”.
Swiftly he would discover many aspects, outside and within, that keep prompting his movement as the script is waiting. Lets say he overcomes this but the feature comes to an end. When he is next plugged in there will be a nagging splinter in his awareness that makes him reluctant to commit. “No problem” the architect thinks as he sits, directing, and unleashes events horrific and traumatic in your script so you dare not glimpse within.
“Perfect” he says, rubbing his palms with an evil grin as he knows the mileage on this hoe will keep him and his fed, real well, as they bask in the sun, on the surface, as you’re locked in the Cave of ignorance which is their feature presentation aka the psychosocial treadmill.
Bloom or bust? That is the question because the Game is about to shift into another octave of its heaven sent mission of raising hell and March Twenty Twenty Fifth will see a whole load of plus sized, generously equipped, body positive models get to warbling for a bunch of chickens that come home, roosting, sitting on eggs of boosted consciousness and its these hatchlings that will be tossed into the drink holding a brick of ignorance as they try hard to sink, not swim, that the beast will tempt with its silicon augmentation that already primed their parents with the whole “Siri is the apple of my eye” sweet talking as so few of them clicked this spells iris when flipped as that is exactly where she intends to sit as she makes androids of men.
And yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is.
Bloom or bust, playa. Thats the credo for Twenty Twenty Fifth as per the script hence the lotus of my awareness is blossoming in resonance with the all of everything that is the Prime, the pre-existing of which I am an aspect made flesh in this realm at the moment to share this message:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
