Life Doesn’t Happen to You, It Happens Because of You

Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you. If you can maintain this state of presence then truly you can handle anything. Not only this but you’ll do it with a grin as you catch those red hot coals that were thrown with bad intent as you compress them with transcendence and alchemize them to diamonds. See why I say there are no enemies, just teachers? They are all here to teach you about your Self because every single one of us are prisoners of awareness. The ironic thing is that once this clicks, that there is no “out there” without “in here” as the point of origin, then the cell becomes a vehicle for liberation as its a straight line in Tetris moment where the blockage just melts and you attain freedom.

This is wild, so wild. I really don’t know how many out there will have the nous and imperience to comprehend this but I’m sending it anyway because for those who Know this can rep an immense paradigm shift that totally rewrites their internal OS from the most fundamental. If you have lived a life filled with diabolical cruelty and untold brutality then there is a high chance that this wavelength may already be present. Granted, it may be distorted, hidden or inverted but I have found it far more common in those that have lived a life two bus stops from hell than those raised with the psychoemotional silks and linens. What do I mean by this? Simple:

If the outer satisfies your whims, provides you with comfort plus is stable and predictable then you have zero reason to draw from within. A common way this plays out is a man is born with almost nothing and turns this to almost something. He attempts to instill the same values and methods in his children. He may or may not be successful in this but you can be certain that those skills will be quite diminished in their kids as they are now quite removed from the struggle. What happens next is obvious and its why empires rise and fall, in many respects, because pressure busts pipes but also turns coals to diamonds and indolence undoes this process and its back to blue collar with a quickness.

Power is a fickle mistress and one that must be tamed from within because otherwise she will make you totally reliant on the outer realm and that is how the above happens. Lets imagine that instead you were poor, hated, beaten, degraded, abused, used and confused by the fact that your caregivers don’t seem to give a damn and are entirely absorbed with themselves so you, as a child, are forced to become a parent to their dysfunction. This may sound extreme but its really common from what I’ve seen and its why the ghetto breeds a special type of grit and creativity. Its also why it leads in coping mechanisms designed to hide this agony as mental health and how to address is not high on the list of those who need to struggle to survive as they turn one to ten in order to remain fed. Let me give you an example:

He was born with older brothers, the youngest and thus most neglected. His father was an alcoholic and his mother religious. Both of them got their fix in ways that allowed them to pretend that everything was working but, in reality, there was nothing but dysfunction that they coped with in their own ways. The father was violent and brutalized his brood, as and when, in order to vent his frustrations. The mother prayed and tried her best to make amends with whichever force she believed was meting out this punishment. Their environment was tough, poverty is something that doesn’t relent and the youngest was born into an immense pressure cooker of stress as his mother didn’t believe in contraception and his father had attempted to kill him within the womb, developing, by punching the fetus to its doom before he stepped in to this realm. “Great, another mouth to be fed. Why can’t you just take the pill? You stupid bish. Its because of you I’m in this mess”. “Jesus, please, help serve and protect the seed growing within that is heaven sent. You are my personal guardian angel. My faith is total. Please send me a miracle. I am your loyal servant”.

All of that sounds great but she engaged in this charade night and day and thus her boys ran wild and tore the streets up as they wished. Not yet career criminals but most certainly truants and delinquents. The other kids teased them, called them tramps, said they smelled and such things. They piped down real quick after many fists and boots rained a familial vengeance down upon them. We are Witnessing the genesis of a future crime syndicate.

“You didn’t really have a chance, did you?” I said as we sat in my office. “Nah, I wouldn’t say that. Thats how losers think and thats why they don’t get to where I did”. By this point he was a semi legitimate businessman who, at the age of twenty six, had carved himself a small niche in the streets but knew the best bet was to wear nice threads and funnel the profits into other operations whilst keeping his distance and using his family and friends to manage the rest. The man in question was the living epitome of life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you. This is his story.

“My earliest recollection was that of being molested by our local priest. I can still see the scene, its etched into my memories and I remember feeling such pure fury. I wanted to kill him for what he did. I hated the pious pretense as people kissed his rear end when I knew, full well, that he was the devil himself“.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”.

“You think they’d listen? Everyone around me was numb to the nth degree and the priest had brainwashed me by telling me I’d go to Hell if I told anyone of our secret. He made me swear on the Bible, all kinds of theatricality and deception before plying me with drink and doing what he did. Don’t worry though, I got him. Vengeance was always an option and he was the first one I extorted after I told my brothers what happened, once puberty kicked in, and how we would not only get revenge but make some money as well. I forced him to remortgage his house and hand over everything or I told him I’d expose him or let my brothers torture him. Either way was a win but I really hoped he’d send over the ends because I needed cash more than anything at that moment. Soon my brothers were ready to listen to anything I said. I was the brains, they were the fists. By that point they’d been in and out of jail so much that it was like going on holiday to visit friends. It didn’t take long to recruit others into our organization but we didn’t see it like this. We were just a group of mates, chilling, but always scheming on how to make some ends”.

His life had created an immense sense of disconnection and yet loads of tenderness but only towards non human things. A staunch vegetarian before it was the in thing as he adored animals and they felt the same toward him. He also sent his team on plenty of errands for free so if someones boyfriend was acting up they’d lay down a beating until he learned to behave himself. He was always the quickest, the slickest and used moves that were efficient. Its why he’d got the position he was in without a criminal record, no known associations or ever seeing the inside of a cell.

“That was my Ace in the hole. Its why they never saw me coming because it was an in house thing. Think about it, my parents didn’t care. My brothers didn’t want anyone knowing that they were taking orders from a kid and I had no wish to let anyone know what was happening so meetings were private and cards were always dealt then kept close to my chest. As far as the filth were concerned we were a hydra. Many heads, one intent. Doesn’t matter who they get as long as the rest have freedom because its business as usual. Me? They said I was the one who got away, the sole good egg from a bunch of wronguns”. He sat there and grinned.

“How old were you when this happened?”.

“What, the organization and all that? Around twelve, maybe thirteen. There had been bits and pieces before where I’d chipped in and this is why my brothers listened. See, they used to go out shoplifting and sell the stuff door to door for pennies. I told them that was stupid after taking all that risk and told them to speak to the guy down the street that I knew was a fence. “Tell him we’ll nick anything he wants for thirty five percent of retail”. He sells it for fifty, makes a nice drink and whoever buys its gets a bargain. Far less hassle and exposure that way and we all win”.

This had became the hallmark of his organization and how he made more with less than compared to the rest who were still scrambling.

“Soon we recruited more people into our operation and business was booming. We were like a street concierge service and the fence protected his investment in us as he had his own friends so we knew we could make things happen as I was always learning”.

“Like what?” I said.

“Well, one of the guys had a market stall and from here he used to vend a lot of what we’d nicked. I went and scoped out the entire operation from a distance, saw how he handled and the money he was making and decided we should do the same thing. No point treading on his toes and making enemies so we set up our pitch somewhere else. Now our margins were even bigger and, better yet, we had a legit business. I started buying up end of line clearance stock, short code and factory defects and it was my name that signed the cheques. Cheques” he repeated with a wistful grin.

“You know what the best scheme we ever came up with was? Washing cheques. It was a sheer stroke of genius. My brother, the tit, had wrapped my new car after taking it out for a spin. I told him he couldn’t handle it and I’d teach him how to drive it but he didn’t listen and smashed up the front end. To say I was pissed was an understatement but no point crying over spilt milk. That isn’t gonna get the dents out of the metal now, is it? Total waste of effort. I said it had got nicked and waited for the insurance claim to come in. Around about the same time we were moving fake dollar bills that were as convincing as the real thing. Our kid knew a guy who had a friend that was the connect and what he’d done was wash the ink off ones and reprint them as fifties and hundreds instead. Stupid Yanks, why the hell would you make all the bills the same size and think no one would do this? We’ve all seen those moody fakes before but these were totally indistinguishable from the real thing because the paper felt correct and the print was totally crisp. Anyway, twenty grand cheque comes in from the insurance for my whip and it got me thinking. “What if we can do the same with this?”. After all the concept was identical but the scope for profit was immense. The company accounts had to have loads of cash in so how could they really tell who was getting what and when?

I asked my brother to set a meeting with the connect and told the kid we knew he’d get a good drink if he zipped his lip and told no one else. His eyes were as big as saucers when he heard the script because it was like a license to steal and then have it delivered. The guy was impressed and said he’d give it a spin. Within a few the cheque came back printed with forty grand instead. We put it in a burner and waited to see what would happen. Would you believe it, it cleared. I called the insurance and told them I hadn’t received my payment, they sent out another and I bought a new vehicle. From then on it was raining money. Raining. We were not only making more than we could print but also seemed totally legit on the front end.

See, the banks are criminals. They are all as crooked as you can get. They know what the deal is but they don’t care a bit as its all profit. Money for nothing and the cheques for free”. He laughed, uproariously. At an age when most are thinking of getting their tip wet and nothing else this man was making plays with international crime syndicates but the end game was always to be legit. “Street fame is a fools version of a success” he said. “The real high rollers don’t stand out, they don’t flex but they also don’t bend either and will send a hit squad to handle their problems. Thats the kind of power I wanted and I knew I’d get it. Why wouldn’t I? I had loads of people that depended on us to remain clothed and fed. All of them had criminal records and they were all loyal to my brother who they thought was the brains and brawn of the gig so they were happy to do a bid if someone needed to get pinched as they knew they’d be looked after on the other end. The aim was to keep this standing army on deck but also train them in something gainful, thats how we got into security and workmen as that was just another way to rinse more profits via the fronts of business as we expanded operations”.

“How are your parents?”.

“I don’t really know. The first thing I did was retire them and send them somewhere else. One of my brothers is close to them but I don’t really feel a thing, good or bad, about them”.

“Neutrality is a hard thing to achieve. Its also the key to become free, how did you find it?”.

“Well, its funny you mention this because thats actually how we met. One the drivers was yapping about this guy who says all kinds of crazy things, knows everyone round the ends and thinks we’re all inside a huge video game. Sounded a bit mental really, but definitely interesting. Turns out my brothers knew you anyway and the rest went how it did after our introduction”.

“How come you’re so honest and open when talking about this?”.

“Hmm, interesting question. I guess its because after a life of hiding from the light and pulling various strings its nice to finally be my Self and kick it with someone who gets it. That whole hot coals and diamonds thing is brilliant and I’d never met anyone else who thinks like this. Its obvious you must have your own shadows to reach this conclusion but you don’t have to talk about. At least, if you did then hand me back my cheque for this session” he added, with a grin.

“What do you think the point of all this is?” I asked, gesturing my hand in a circle.

“Beats me. It really doesn’t make any sense, does it? All I know is if you’re legit you get nothing but shafted and basic criminals gain naught but early deaths or long sentences. In the middle you can be hidden and the money just keeps rolling in. Funny thing is that is what every so called legitimate business man does because they’re all crooked. After all, we may have washed dollar bills but what about those who print them out of nothing in the first place then sell them to the rest? Thats a global extortion racket and none truly suspect the grip this poisonous currency has on them as they spend their whole life trying to get it. Same with religion, the biggest scam there is as that crook has a collection plate for the poor, week in, week out, but never puts a penny in himself and just milks those who are already broke so he can keep spreading that BS by putting fairy tales in their heads“.

“Nobody is coming to save you, you’ve got to handle that your Self“.

“Exactly, you get it”.

“What do you think happens when you die?“.

“Who knows? I guess we’ll find out when we get there. Worrying about that is like stressing if the sun will rise. If it doesn’t, you’ll know about it so why waste any time and effort? What do you think? Wait, let me guess, “Game over, insert credit“, yes?”.

I laughed at his perceptiveness as I’d mentioned the same thing in an earlier conversation. “Yep, pretty much. They slam your Soul back in for another spin of this Game in the flesh and keep pimping your energetics. The same extortion you think on one level is actually happening on another as well and thus this world is not the cause but a symptom of interference via a higher aspect that pretends to be good but is actually quite wicked”.

“Like that filthy nonce of a priest“.

“Exactly, exactly”.

“And yet if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t be speaking on this topic and I really doubt I’d be rich, totally legit and well respected. I don’t view it as abuse. I looked at it as initiation. Life testing my mettle. Sure it put me off sex and made me withdraw into myself for a bit but what I found within was something so powerful that I just followed its guidance and its kept me good to this moment. Why sweat it? Trust the process. When the worst thing that can ever happened already did and you survived it then all you can do is win. At least, thats how I think”.

“That is a very interesting way of living. I can tell that you mean it and its not just something said for effect. How did you come up with that level of detachment?”.

“Probably during all of the beatings my old man handed out. He hated me with a vengeance, way more than the rest. They were all petrified of him as he’d done the same to them but with me it was different as it felt so personal. There were times when I could see a demon taking over him. His eyes and whole face shifted as he was obviously enjoying it. I noticed that more than the pain. It was quite fascinating like it was him but not, all at the same moment”.

“Spiritual wickedness, highly placed“.

“Indeed, indeed. You’ve really got me thinking about this because I’d never thought that all that was wrong in this realm would actually have a spiritual origin that manifests its presence via the people plugged in. Have you seen that new movie yet? The Matrix. It says the same thing, if you haven’t you should check it as it your video game theory but told a different tint”.

I told him I had seen it and how the trick of the scheme is reveal the truth via fiction so that nascent scratch gets itched via entertrainment then the seed of truth doesn’t develop into a solid question inside the heads of those who don’t have an inkling that the splinter of the mind they’re feeling is actually true and accurate because none of this is what they suspect. He nodded his head. The signal was decoded loud and clear because whilst he’d never drawn these conclusions upon watching the reels spin at our local multiplex he had the type of intellect that could grasp wisdom when it was handed to him. In many ways that was what made him this way because his life was akin to being handed some scraps from the garbage and concocting a cordon bleu meal from it. If you showed someone the end they’d willing accept it but if you told them how it begins they’d run for the hills and choose another incarnation.

This is why I say that 81% of the realm are Slaves, 11% Slave/Masters and only 8% are Warriors who are capable of decoding this wavelength. On the day to day that means if you speak to ten people over 8 are so plugged in that they fight to stay connected to the illusion they’re invested in. More than one know the deal but feign ignorance as they work from the shadows as proxy agents instead and thus generate immense profits from exploiting the rest and less than one will get it as they may never have previously pondered it but their intuition kicks in and they genuinely consider the concept and how it implanes their existence.

This guys life was the perfect example of life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you because what was shared was only a tiny fragment of the things he’d dealt with but what impressed me most during our conversations was he’d already intuited and applied the blueprint of the Path of Power and that comes from the shift that happens when you intuit there is nothing but within and the outer is just a projection filled with raw elements that you can then apply as you wish. Granted, his view was not as metaphysical nor had he ever verbalized it to reflect because he simply gave orders and the others followed to generate immense profits as he quietly observed the angles and played the hand he was dealt, in the moment, with the intent to win by betting on himself. Add on top of this an almost total lack of ego or false self because, as he said, “I couldn’t afford to lie to myself. It was a matter of survival. I needed that quiet place within that nobody else could ever access” and you’ll see what I mean.

It doesn’t have to be as dramatic as this in your example but, time and again, I’ve seen so many of these common threads in those who stepped into the Game with less. Granted there are many, many more who won’t even get a sniff of success and while away their existence neck deep in coping mechs like alcohol and drug addiction as well as countless lives wasted in prison and people filled the brim with immense talent that they barely developed but it was reassuring to kick it with one on the same wavelength with no pretense or faking. The man is dead now so I can share his legend even though many who knew him well will still never click the truth of the tale presented as he played his cards so close to his chest that they were hidden within his heart that was steadily beating to a greater resonance as its transmuted his suffering thanks to his lack of investment in events that presented to his awareness. Take what works, leave the rest. If you can rise from the fire of suffering you’ll be reborn as a phoenix, immortal, because its all a question of perspective and energetics as its not the hand you’re dealt but how you play it. If not then you will daily cremate your potential (aka urning a living) as you feel less and less whilst drowning in coping mechs as you live the life unexamined.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Without you it doesn’t exist ergo there are no problems within, only solutions. Dare you face them and see your life as it is without the varnish and distance that copium instills or are you content to dwell instead on the outskirts of your mind, Adulterated, as you moan and complain about a series of little things that are almost always entirely inconsequential and actually just elaborate distractions from seeing the truth in this:

You are on Earth serving a life sentence. Everything that happens, smiles or cries, is designed to make you invest in the fable as that makes it more tangible and thus you end up as a piece moved around this con of a chess set in hyperspace as two forces battle and you remain entirely ignorant of whats truly happening as you believe the world that was pulled over your eyelids as you’ve never glimpsed within, connected with your true resonance or dared asked the questions you’ve been told are off limits and not for critical examination. That is why I said that 81% of the planet are Slaves, from the womb to the tomb and probably beyond this as well because the con has many levels. Stop and ponder for a moment:

If a piece of paper is printed with a one and another says fifty at whose decree does the value become real? Why do you believe this? Its obviously your power, your awareness, your belief system that is being invested, yes? If an enterprising gent dips and removes the ink is the true worth revealed or does this simply mean the key is within your imagination and if you don’t comprehend this it becomes a dangerous enemy instead of a loyal friend. Its a Game of three halves. Said it before and will again because once you’ve done the Knowledge the rest becomes Self evident. Ignorance is not bliss but it can sell you a decent approximation until life presents the bill for your false resonance and you then run after more of the same tricks, that are equally fanciful pseudo solutions, designed to mask the symptoms but never actually address the root cause of the problem:

The Adulteration of your Inner Sense. Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens because of you just like its not the words but how they’re arranged that changes the meaning. You already have all of the components you’re seeking. The problem is your strength is hidden behind your greatest dread and the rest of your life is built upon the delusion of this infusion that instills its own type of psychosocial camera trick that begets the (false) self which needs constant investment. People truly perish for a lack of Knowledge whilst those that dare look within (or have no other option in their script of incarnation) take those hot coals and compress them to diamonds as they find a sense of illumination and wealth that never ends due to dwelling in the abundance of resonance. Can you hear the Psylense?

Till we meet again