Its easy being good when times are same but when the chips are down and that smile turns to a frown the savage within comes kicking and screaming to the surface and says:
“OK, you wanna play rough?”.
That, in a nutshell, is the reason for this stage on the Game, as far as I can tell. Look around, tell me demons ain’t at the helm and the wicked don’t get a free pass whilst the decent either work like Slaves or get a Nine double M to the brain for going against the grain and trying to help their fellow man…
They’ll always send your own to do you in… Not all skinfolk are kinfolk, dig? The simulation gained some real sharp teeth as we sank to these depths of this dimension in which most are little more than living hostages of their ignorance and, all around this realm, there is a swell of the dead that dwell between the proverbial hell and a hard place but thats another topic. The Path of the righteous man in all of this is very, very narrow and its lit via the illumination of truth that shines from within and the coherence this brings in the land of the three Kingdoms known as the head, chest and abdomen. Each provides its own type of intelligence that channels more of the numinous wavelength of your consciousness. Why do you think Devilish tells you to “waste” whats at your “waist”? For years I did just this. Then I Knew the Ledge and things were never the same again…
The Path of Power is one he creates by walking. There is no map. No pre-set way. No “Say these magic words and be saved” because, in the end, its every Soul for its Self. Thats why this level exists, my friend. Peep Game:
As I outlined in a previous missive there are rules and structure to all of this and the more people to process the less the general intelligence and awareness as its spread thin. Not to mention we have countless, at this very moment, that are soulless – or NPCs in common parlance – who have lights, glittering in the windows, which barely hint at the fact that there is little else happening beyond the surface. A lot of these types are here to pad things out. The rest are used as walk ins. I used to have a friend that worked on the Hollywood back sets and he once said something interesting:
“Hat racks. Thats what we call em. You know, its super unnerving when you first see them and spot what kicks as they’re literally standing there waiting for the shout of “Action!”. Before that its just like they’re not quite human as there is flesh but nothing animating it, within. Then an immense rush kicks and they deliver an amazing performance which leaves the audience stunned but I’ve seen it, up close and personal, and it really makes me wonder about the business I’m in and the deeper implications of this thing called acting”.
Granted, the above is mildly edited for dramatic effect but it illustrates, quite well, what he said about the perturbing sense of discomfort at seeing such emptiness manifest before something takes the helm. Now, this was back when and the Game of Souls hypothesis was still in its gestation. Those who remember the web back at the tail end of the Nineties and into the early Os will recollect how totally different and organic it felt before we delved into the totally sanitized echo chamber its gained since the algos kicked in and everyone went digital. So much obscure info, obfuscated. Try it your Self:
If you have an old youtube link from back when that deals with something zany or fringe see what kicks when you type in the title as, most times, it won’t show a thing even though you can access via direct link. Instead you are force fed a sanitized narrative of popular hits and curated clips. Not to mention that all of the strange little nooks and crannies in which people would congregate to pontificate on a niche topic dipped and instead we got a huge push of noiZ in the form of socialist mediums that were all about selling an image to the pups about how the big dogs live. As things developed and I put some meat on the bones and fleshed out the thesis things took a quantum leap after my near death experience as it became blatantly obvious that the brain hyperconducts consciousness and that is not of this realm ergo mos def not made by the flesh which simply augments and modulates it which is why drugs, sex and hypnosis are so effective at changing your wavelength. The reason why I mention this is because a) it sprinkles seeds for a forthcoming bit on mind control and the true nature of magick and b) it shows how the Path really is because when its wall to wall wickedness its really quite simple to get set adrift on an engineered bliss that offers second helpings of Hell for those who Thunk its heaven sent as their own inner GPS has been artfully miscalibrated.
On the flip there are things that are possible in this depth that simply cannot happen on another stage and in that sense you can plunge in and in one lifetime do the things needed to ascend and break the shackles of the Game as you reclaim your Inner Sense. Now, don’t think its a “Woohoo! We out!” kind of thing because, obviously, you must have put the work in in previous incarnations to build even the rudiments of that robe you carry from one life to the next. The astute reader will have noticed that this drops more than a hint about what it truly was that Jacob stole from Esau, back when, because all of these texts contain cryptic refs that can only be decoded by the wise eyes of the initiate as they were never meant for the plebs to comprehend. It also offers an interesting hint about he who sits at the helm and what type of people he favors for his undertakings… Back to the metaphysics. Buddhists and the ilk call this the Rainbow Body and its best imagined as vehicle you can ride in after death but seeing as this is your whip and not a spiritual taxi cab you rent you can go where you wish and this opens up the avenues of exploration to very interesting depths that most will never plumb and lesser still comprehend. Funny, isn’t it, how the Egyptians referred to this aspect as a “Ka” and we drive what in this realm? See how they can keep things hid, right in front of your vision and why, in the land of the blind, the one eyed king laughs at them via his own myopic visions and delusions of grandeur they bring?
All of this is only capable with this immense level of degradation. If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you know fine well that the term “Nintendo hard” needed more than a pause as it swiftly turned boys into men due to the immense amount of frustration they demanded in their pixel perfect challenge. Not just this but we, in the flesh, watched the shift of a world that went from analog to digital and that is pretty astounding, when you think about it.
All of my life I was surrounded by criminals. To some it may seem strange but that was the element around the ends where everyone was skint and thus no one minded a bit of hustle to stretch the little bread they possessed. As you can imagine there were very few righteous men in this mix but, oddly, there was a code of conduct and respect that often vanishes in higher tax brackets as your word was important ergo you did what you said. Something to ponder on because they say behind every fortune is a crime that exceeds it and that, my friend, is the hallmark of this stage in which might is right and corruption is the order of the day for those that wish to excel in the charade of being false gods among real men aka the clash of the Titans in which the bad won and lived to rewrite the tales they now beam into your head via multiplex visions and the whole black mirror thing. By the way, don’t you think its interesting that if I shine a pure white light at a screen you can, via the reduction of elements, create every scene from every motion pic that ever has, will or would exist. Isn’t that something? The astute reader will have clicked what I mean about the Psylense and how everything shifts once you’ve heard it because things are never, ever the same again.
In that respect my friends who wish me death are the best chums a man can possess as their pedigree is impeccable. Woof! Think of it as learning what not to do mixed in with a bit of reverse engineering, a healthy dollop of intuition and some protective luck sprinkles that had my back when things got thick and they unleashed the spells, demons and all round wickedness that nestled in the chests of those I didn’t suspect were grinning and yet villains. That is the Path of the righteous man because when everyone queues and cues you to be wicked and do bad things it chafes them a bit to watch the prize slip from between their fingertips as you decide to up your wavelength and not give in to the basics that hold the rest in their grip. If you are seeking salvation aka true liberation then I have no doubt you have heard this on FM because one of the most interesting aspects I’ve noticed with all the Warriors I’ve met is they, nine out of ten, came up in a life that was a mess. Addicted parents, being born with less, immense amounts of stress and abuse was common along with a great many other things designed to dampen their innate vibration by bringing them in tune with the plebs – to whom they always felt a bit different and not quite able to connect beyond a superficial lens. They’re not like us. No matter how much they pretend…
The Path of the righteous man means setting your own mark and enforcing it. Cost be damned. Integrity isn’t for sale but most have a price tag which is quite interesting, when considered, as honor can become a weakness when up against those that don’t posses it but flaunt an immense counterfeit that demands you buy in. Its like a naked emperor thing because we’re living in times when thieves are kings and so called religious men diddle little kids and the next generation is RIP before they even begin thanks to being razed by screens (not a spelling mistake) exactly as the plan intended. The Path often means you go against the grain. I knew a dude that went off grid way before it was a popular thing. Another went to Tibet, ostensibly chasing the temple hash of legend, and ended up shaving his head and becoming initiated into an ancient sect that said they’d been awaiting him. Diamond body, recollect? Not everyone who steps in is on the same wavelength. Thats one of the biggest deceptions with this “We are all one” mess as yes, we may all be pure consciousness but that is where it ends as the bandwidth processing is so different that others may as well be from another species which is a fascinating topic as you Know em when you meet em as there is something special about em that sparks a recollection within of a time when things were different in the Game.
Vulture Vlad usually gets no clicks but its worth listening to the Game Smooth B kicks when it comes to spiritually grounding one that was flying high on chemicals whilst offering an immense insight into why he, himself, needed to get his kicks to have some kip on a drug that would make an elephant nod. Spiritual war, in other words, as the righteous man is beset on all sides by things in and beyond this realm that don’t have his best interests beating in that void of their chests. Instead they want to consume all he can get. Often this starts with the parents who may show traits like the narcissist, psychopath or just straight up wicked as they beat brakes off their kid for the smallest indiscretion whilst, often, presenting a totally different image to the rest whilst steadily gaslighting the Warriors mind they have in their grip on this spin of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits. This is how coals become diamonds, my friend. Its not pretty but it is is efficient to be round in a world filled with square watermelons and thats what inspired me to push the pen with this article because if you’re going through Hell, keep going. Keep going, man, thats the best I can tell because the Path is super, duper thin and ultra dim as you barely see a step beyond in comparison to the broad way that is well lit, filled with plebs, walking that way and this as they work, buy, consume and die with a clue of what kicks or who they are beyond the flesh.
In a nutshell, to wrap it up, you can consider it like this:
In the golden age all are good. There is no religion or educational establishments because gnosis comes from within and parents Know that when a child steps in they are coming with that fresh alignment and eyes that can teach them ergo they encourage the lotus to blossom without the need for filth and coping mechs. As time does progress the inner world that is rich becomes poor and thin but the outer starts looking fat and really attractive but, as things are flipped, we bludgeon Inner Sense to death the moment it steps in by pumping faulty operating systems into their heads which don’t do a thing but foment more conflict and stress which is the hallmark of this stage hence the immense need for escapism. The very fact that you are here, reading this, means there is a high chance you’re one of the 8% to whom I send my message and thus you probably have already thought of this and much more as well during your own adventure in the flesh where very little about this realm makes sense until you start to comprehend its the tail end of an operation in which the best left and this is what you get ergo get free or thrive trying is the mindset when it clicks you’re actually an immortal wearing the flesh and the whole aim is to get the hell out of this mess and the best thing is this stage offers the chance for immense acceleration and development in the spiritual sense as the demons are at the helm and will do anything they can to tempt, waylay and steal your true potential. Ask the Slave/Masters. They line up for the quick fix and a handy, dandy cheat code on how to influence the rest via the use of Negs but how many comprehend the true cost of access and what actually is happening in their spinal column? The truth ain’t in him, playa. The truth ain’t in him…
Stay lightly dozing with your third eye open.
Till we meet again
