What is more powerful? The visible or invisible? Sound or silence? Gross or subtle?
Well? What did you pick? If you went with the former on all three choices then you probably Thunk like a materialist but if your selection was toward the other end then you may just be capable of hearing the Psylense that underpins all of this as that is your true point of origin and thus a place we never left. It may sound metaphysic but I assure you it can be felt and when it clicks its like the Princess and Pea, flipped, as you realize the true nature of coping mechs is to make sweet lies palatable as your greatest strength was hidden beneath layers of dread and conditioning. But, I’m getting aheart of the plan so lets step back for a sec as we ponder about the gross and subtle.
The chunky, by its very nature is rough, ready and close at hand. You can think of it like bricks of sand that were baked and formed in arid lands using compression and the rest. Sure, its great to build something to rest your head and protect from the elements but, after a while, man tends to become the hostage of what he lives within and those never stops to wonder about the nature of the construction, its intent and what is hidden on the subtle level. On the flip we have the natural philosopher (called so as he is powered by intuition that springs from within) who sits on the beach and feels the grains flit through the tips of his fingers. As you can tell the relative resolution between both of these is quite different, yes? Even though they’re both playing with the same elements.
If you zoom out a bit you’ll click why modern man is instructed to run the psychosocial treadmill and sing the hymn of “Work, buy, consume, die” from the moment they step in till they dip as they believe the program poured in their head via the System which offers bricks of Thunk that never, ever mention what went in to make it happen. In many respects the people we class as primitive were far more advanced than us with our tech as they were in tune with subtle elements whereas modern man walks around wearing welders mitts and never questions why he can’t feel a thing even though he wasn’t born like this. Its a very, very strange state of affairs and I get why isolation is a vital aspect of enlightenment now because of crowd resonance and fields of influence that sing:
“One of us, one of us!” underneath their breath with each step.
Those who go against the grain are rejected or excommunicated and thus we have swathes of people well adjusted to a mass social sickness that is held above question. Thats the true Matrix. The world within a world the Slave/Masters spin and the single greatest deception is also the most subtle. If I were to ask you, now, who the most powerful person on the planet is – what would you pick? A name? A title? A reference? How many would select their Self?
Really stop and ponder about what I just said before continuing as it shall pay dividends when it comes to unravelling your programming as many have seen the code that was dropped over their eyelids to create a state of numbness I call Adulteration when they get hit with this:
You are the most powerful person on the planet.
Heck you are the most powerful person in the solar system, dimension and rest because without you here, now, none of this happens. Why? Because it all plays out inside your awareness.
I know, I know. Some peep Game whilst blind men can’t see it. Funny thing is, within that script, the old one eyed is king but what if a young Prince strolls up with the third, inside, blazing? Who knows? It will be interesting to see what kicks, yes? The Observer Effect proves what I said and the fact that each night in bed your mind stitches together worlds so convincing that you don’t click they’re an illusion is proof positive for what I said because even when its suppressed the all of everything is present. This is why its vital to become Centered in Self because without that these are just mere words I’m talking and not a felt sense you can rep from a place within. This is, in part, the great deception of religion as it promises this deliverance but has you sending stamped addressed envelopes some place else and wondering why you never get the answers you’re seeking. In other words:
“Know ye not that ye are gods?“.
I guess not by looking around the Valley of the Plebs. Its why the Warrior forges his crown from the raw metal he digs from the depths of ignorance in the quest for wisdom called Knowing the Ledge and this is then refined and shaped before he places it pon head as none but thee can make your Self as true power isn’t given but taken in this realm. Those that don’t comprehend are little more than living hostages with a particular form of Stockholm Syndrome that will see them take arms and fight with anyone who dares suggest they are actually powerful and perfect. Even though every single kid that steps in Knows this fine well, without education or institutions, until this gnosis is threatened, beaten or cajoled out of them as they acquiesce to fit in in exchange for food, shelter and affection.
Can you see how slick the mind Game is that has but one intent:
To make you your own Opponent and then convince you you’re the voice in your head whilst missing the most Self evident thing.
You can’t be. You are that which listens. The gross and the subtle aka upping your resolution. Many of you may possess a brand new, shiny Four-K TV set but I’d willing to bet your inner vision runs on the equivalent of an old, analog, black and white, static filled screen with one speaker, barely functioning, that mangles the divine transmission that is your Inner Sense. We call this state Adulteration. 81% of the world is in its grip wearing an off the peg false equivalent of consciousness they Thunk is them whilst 11% are properly stitched in a custom tailored fit that uses the same principles of trauma programming and devious intent along with some handy, dandy camera tricks to make them believe they’re getting ahead when, in the end, they’re simply running a higher octave of the treadmill as the one to whom they genuflect simply does not have the truth within him. That leaves 8% who are actively deprogramming themselves to ascend as they optimize their alignment with the subtle that has many names and labels but I prefer Psylense as it does just this for its feltsense is perceived from within once you can generate a state of quiet coherence after kicking out the pretender to the realm who once sat in your head as you move your consciousness back to the chest – aka the fount of Inner Sense – and pick apart the bricks to examine the sand within and notice the whole universe nestles inside of it as the fractal nature of consciousness becomes Self evident.
Then, and only then, can you truly claim to be playing the Game as the rest are simply getting played by it, from one life to the next. That is how vital Knowledge of Self is because a Prince can slip out of the gate, in fancy dress, to mingle with the common people but what if he forgets his role, his station and calling and starts living with them? If that were you, wouldn’t you like to shake off the weak daze and claim your inheritance or would the allure of ignorance and the comfort of the predictable in the life you built have its own appeal you couldn’t imagine forsaking?
See why I’ve said that spiritual development is a solo sport, in the end? Rare is the man married to a woman that is capable of awakening at the same pace. Thats why Buddha walked out of the gates and left a child alimony case as a dead beat dad because its always been this way. Many, by now, are trapped in the Game and thus they refuse to change as they state:
“Well, it ain’t that bad. I’m pretty lucky, overall. It sounds good and stuff but I can’t be arsed to turn the tables and declare war on my (false) self as its not worth the stress. Just want a little peace and quiet, someone else can run the Kingdom I came to inherit. I don’t want it”.
And that, my friend, is the Opponent speaking whilst you cosign it because there are 8 billion living hostages at the moment that have gladly given up their divine energetics to this pyramid scheme that flips man to beast and the turns around and pretends to sell salvations key but only if he get on his knees and pray at the feet of midgets. The truth is you are a giant. Or were. Once upon a when. Clash of the Titans, ring any bells? The bad guys won and have been selling fairy tales ever since hence why the spell “Tell Lie Vision” is a hint as there are no coincidences in this realm but only the Warrior can handle the depth that comes with an extended resolution. Those that fail in the attempt? Psych wards and Skid Row are full of them. If you ever listen to their threads and tangents it becomes quite evident they often came close to leaving the mass market and reclaiming their Kingdom but slipped and fell and now dwell in a no mans land used as a threat to keep the plebs working up a sweat for their daily bread on the psychosocial treadmill which is an engine that powers something beyond their comprehension in another realm. Let me put it to you with a graphic image:
All around the world we have countless men jerking themselves to an arrangement of red, green and blue pixels on a black mirror, yes? That, in a nutshell, is the most basic elements as the rest is fancy dress and powered by imagination mixed with potential wish fulfillment. Have you ever stopped to wonder where all of those mass energetics they eject end up? How many planets could be populated with the combined ejaculations of potent seed that is aimed solely at the intent of the one who made the image and not what presents?
Thats the Prince in the market, haggling for a discount on some food whilst being totally ignorant he actually owns the whole Kingdom and could make life quite different for not only himself but those living in the realm. Think about it…
We, the subtle, are being pimped by the gross and its as obvious as it is effective because one of the saddest things about a Reality Tunnel is that most just dig without ever stopping to check the blueprint, question who designed it or to what end they place such effort in to maintaining it. Historically those who did didn’t usually fare too well as the rich and powerful know this and wish to maintain their place in the pyramid so they keep paying obeisance to the king with the impaired vision but, every now and then, a young jit comes along and calls it how it is. Some people snap out of their trances and exit the Matrix whilst others remain plugged in.
Many are called but few choose their Self.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
