If you can comprehend the simple fact that birth is death then a lot of things about this realm become Self evident. I’ve said before that heaven and hell are right here and they are. There is a deeper, occult, aspect to this because those who know about this truth are plugged into a different octave of the eternal return mech whereas the rest do it from a position of ignorance and post life guilt trips designed to coax their immortal essence back into the flesh.
If you pretend this life is filled with snowmen that are scared to death of melting once formed then you’ll click the potential exists for a higher realm in which the raw material of consciousness is not held in such a low vibrational state. In that sense you could say that the cloudmen are the optimal octave and below them we have those made of liquid. Both have greater states of freedom than is possible in this realm because it is, in the end, a poor imitation of that from which we came. There is one vital difference though:
By wearing one you lose all of your Knowledge of Self and gain the hypothetical blank state instead but even that isn’t what it seems. Peep:
The Game as it stands is within the grip of cosmic loansharks, twelve main branches, twenty eight managers with their own intent and a huge amount of employees (both physical and non). If you can click this aspect alone then it all starts to make way more sense and, taking it to another level, these factors (once manipulated) are akin to hacking the matrix. These secrets are, of course, hidden from society but used against them, nonetheless. See what I mentioned about the occult use of symbols and then ponder on the nature of the good old fashioned black mirror that the original secret agent used, back when, to communicate beings not of this realm and it may start to make sense why I said birth is death.
We live in a demon haunted realm. If you look back at the myths, legends and folklore spread across this planet you find very common elements that hint at extremely powerful beings that are capable of some astounding things that, yet, have a strange weakness. They need to be worshipped. Either via sacrifice, oblation or praises to sing. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd to anyone else? It does to me and yet its right there. Ranging from the famous Aztecs who ripped still beating hearts out of chests to the priests of Moloch that demanded others throw their living kids into the arms of a burning bull. The Egyptians did like Mr Burns and had their very own Smithers entombed within them because, you know, good help is hard to find so might as well bring them on the ultimate trip. Actually, I jest but the Kemetian viewpoint on the afterlife was very interesting because why do you suspect that a culture so advanced in spiritual tech was solely interested in one thing:
Get the hell out of here and never come back. Get free or thrive trying was the mindset, back when.
Its amazing though, what people can be made to accept when the veil of ignorance has been drawn over their consciousness. Snowmen scared to melt, recollect? And yet, each one of them yearns to feel as free flowing and liquid as they once did whilst they bow their heads at the temple (ironic) and direct their intent at a spirit they’ve forgotten is them in their cloud based consciousness. Don’t worry though, Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings to create an augmented heaven for the next stage of this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits…
China was off the hinge when it came to offing the on switch of the living to appease these aspects. Anyone could get it and, very often, they did. Look up pit sacrifices and then wonder why so many lost their heads and its significance. Foundation rituals, as the name suggests, were inflicted on little children as they were seen as the basis of everything. Say, do you think these practices could still be kicking in abortion clinics? Wouldn’t that be something? What about all the “foot and mouth” hoopla that sanctioned the burnt offerings of millions of cattle without people batting an eyelid at the significance. Same with wars, really. Haven’t you ever studied the signs, symbols, timing and details that are linked with this sol-dier sacrifice to the sun performed as a way to vent national tensions as certain forces expand their reach across the set?
The Hawaiians seem so mellow and chill these days but back when they’d murder someone to death then tenderize them with a mallet before eating their flesh to please the war god to whom the offering was made. Suddenly, ham and pineapple makes more sense, yes? Did you know that when they outlawed cannibalism sales of Spam went through the roof? Soylent Green is people!
Even the Jesus tale is, in the end, a modern version of the same thing so if I said we’re held inside a nested set of prisons in a realm that shouldn’t exist due to the mindset of the crazed intent which is at the helm does it start to make more sense why birth is death and how “Funeral” hides the truth of the “Real Fun” that begins when you draw your last breath? If you’re prepped, that is. Let me let you into a little secret:
At death you meet pretty much the same illusions that plagued you whilst living except now they spring from your subconscious and manifest in the seemingly solid afterlife sojourn where you are either pimped, threatened, cajoled or willing leap at the object of your desire when its dangled in front of your vision as you are plugged back in to serve another life sentence. Can you see why the Prime creator (of whom you are a divine aspect) doesn’t intervene? What the people hold to be true, the simulation brings into view and this goes double at the moment of death which is one of the reasons Buddha said “Worship nothing” and yet his descendants sing:
“With folded hands I turn to thee”.
Make it make sense. Actually, his entire tale contains a lot of truth about the nature of this illusion, the deception and how the family you are born into will often attempt to suppress your spiritual gifts via outright manipulation designed to prevent your Self actualization. See, there is a method to the madness when it comes to the Dark Souls and their grip on the realm. Of that I’m living testament as the latest section of my adventures have been on a whole nother octave compared to the previous. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in! Time to shake these monkeys off my back, methinks. I’ve reverse engineered enough of their methods and have decided I no longer wish to play along with their binds and schemes, astral and etheric. Coca-coconut! Tough nut to crack but one that can get you on track, real quick, after dancing with death as an immortal. The jest! The jest!
The Celts were apparently masters of unalivement and they bundled huge chunks of people into a wicker man which they then lit and let the screams ring to the heavens along with water rituals as well. Who knows though, really, as the info on them is sparse at best and may have been amped up to make them seem totally savage but it is interesting that this is where the hollywood thing springs from along with the fact they seemingly vanished. Or did they just rebrand and pop up as someone else? I’ll let you tell it.
I wonder what happens to these Souls that die in anguish? What of the rest that live because, even at the present moment, they dwell in states of immense stress and discomfort from which they seek reprieve via the TV screen and such things. Could we being farmed for negative emotions? I strongly suspect this is the case and in that sense the old vampire myth makes perfect sense as well as the adrenochrome thing because the company on deck certainly like misery and intends to sip deeply from the war thats coming before erecting a new monument on the rubble and doing it all again for the next generation. Maybe I’m missing something, seeing as I’m not an initiated adept. Maybe they gave up a little so the rest could live like some form of preemptive offering and there is more to this homeopathic murder practice. I doubt it but these are not beliefs (aka bebricks) but perspectives which are a constant work in progress that is updated as new info pours in and chips away at my old ignorance.
On the day to day you “Urn a Living” after “Waking” and issuing a cheery “Good Mourning!” to anyone who’ll listen. After this you walk around in a “Weak Daze” awaiting the time to chill which you call a “Weakened” before doing it all again. Thats the psychosocial treadmill, my friend. Work, buy, consume, die in full effect. Have they simply refined the process and instead of draining one Soul in a full draw they daily sip at your innate potential whilst presenting all types of bread and circuses to distract from whats happening? This is one of those things that once seen cannot be hidden as it all appears so obvious and, best of all, was placed right in front of your awareness. On the flip they chose the best possible space to move in and camp when it came to this process:
The voice in your head.
See, most Thunk its their best friend. A lot are quite confident it is them which is sheer madness, when you consider it. Actually, isn’t it ironic that the schizo who says that something he doesn’t know “Is putting voices in my head and they’re all in on it” is sectioned when, in the end, his view is actually way more accurate as to what is really happening on this floating insane asylum? Or maybe its all a stretch. Who knows? What do you think will kick when the Red Heifer sacrifice of prophecy is activated and brings all I’ve said about past events up to the present and the implications about who we are, where it actually is and the true nature of the intent with its finger on the switch. Either way it shall be interesting.
Till we meet again
