One of the saddest truths in this realm at the present moment and, what I suspect, is the cause of most ills and conflict is the person you be most honest with is the one that is covered in lies, tricks, coping mechanisms and more types of deception that one can imagine:
Your Self.
Spot the capital S? That makes an immense difference. Have you ever noticed that if you take your daily mail and sort it into two piles, one where Your Name is mixed case and the other where its ALL CAPITALS you find a very interesting thing. Well the (false) self and real deal work on the same trick and the reason I place this spell in parenthesis is because its not said or examined and thus taken for granted. The Dual Reality Principle, in full effect.
Why is it that second nature fits like a glove and most people don’t feel comfortable naked? Think all of these things could be interrelated? I do and it all comes down to being honest because you were born like this. You learned to adapt and its part of the problem of Adulteration as the wounded womb hurts the seeds it should nourish as the parents create copies of themselves when, in reality, they’re often miserable and hate their existence but won’t admit this to the depth needed to do something.
In many ways humanity has been rendered docile by a predator of consciousness that feasts on their Inner Sense and it uses a handful of tricks from one gen to the next as they’re really simply and quite effective. Imagine you went to eat and instead of food on the plate there was a piece of paper instead that described – in one word or lurid detail – the ins and outs of your favorite meal. You look around, perplexed, and say:
“Sort it out, chef!”. As he grins, like a villain and responds with a tone that is identical to the one in your head:
“Thats just what you asked for, isn’t it? Present and correct” and then directs your mind to the last time the real thing actually entered your lips as a frame of reference as he skips back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the frogs he’s been cooking.
In that example it would be obvious the fix was in and you’d do something as you went back there and did for Self what the help wasn’t handling, yes? Well, this is what exactly, right now, kicks in your head as, once upon a when, you got fresh impulses based in the moment and did what you wished with them whereas now – in the Mind Made Prison – you are force fed scraps of labels that point at other events as you are totally disconnected from the only time that exists:
Now.
For some a lot about plenty will now make a load of sense. Others, at the behest of the voice in their head they Thunk is them, will deny this is possible or even happening. You really have to admire the Opponent, he chose his place to hide really well. Even when caught he’s quite tough to vanquish as he’s had a lifetime of training you to his whims and, if he wants, could slip a paper into your cell that reads:
And watch as you squirm, trying to avoid the unpleasant sensations flooding your mind as that voice chimes in to keep your stress levels creeping until you go back to meekly accepting his suggestions about how it is and keep living the life unexamined with the rest of the 81% I’ve termed Slaves as that word is most accurate. Did you notice how efficient this is, by the way? One slip that suggests a fear and billions of people will fill in their own details. Its genius. It really is. Totally diabolical but brutally efficient at internally pimping via the manipulation of consciousness and, for quite some time, he’s had the whole world in his grip. Those who are inducted Know a little bit and are furnished with some tricks to help manipulate the rest for profit and entertainment but are still in his pocket as he plays similar tricks on them but in a higher octave. Thats a deeper topic. It is worth considering, however, because they are your fears as the Game plays out inside your consciousness so why not reject the external suggestion whilst taking a look instead at the Pattern of energetics being referenced within in order to shed some light on the darkness and defuse its potential for influence? This way lies freedom and you create the Path by walking… Or keep on two stepping along the psychosocial treadmill built by deception and paved in ignorance. The choice is yours.
The person you should be most honest with is your Self and in order to get to this comprehension it becomes vital to do the Knowledge and reality test your life, perspect and the rest to check its actually in your best interests. A simple question I often ask goes:
“If everything you know and accept is correct then your life would be perfect. Is it?“.
Ten times out of ten a “No” is resounding but out of this over 8 will desperately cling to their coping mechs like a drowning man with a brick. Over one Knows the deal (or bits, as mentioned) and will purposefully send you in the wrong direction via feigning ignorance or suggesting something ridiculous instead. Less than one will have the mental flexibility to regain the Inner Sense which is your Prime nature and how you stepped in as illustrated in this image:
Its why politics, boxing rings and pretty much anything you can imagine has this dual split that aims to keep the golden section off limits as people squabble among themselves via engineered conflicts that aim to project their discontent at being henpecked by a predator of consciousness onto someone else. Its the ultimate shell Game, in that respect, and its what lies at the heart of most conflict as the Warrior comprehends this entire dimension, the cosmos, planets and all walking around at the moment are, quite literally, figments of his imagination because without him, nothing exists. Every single child that steps in Knows this with every fiber of their being, no schooling needed. That is why the concentration camps are mandatory for nearly two decades because, by the end, you no longer Know but know instead based on how well you did on a test in which they reward you for regurgitating, not creating. Another straight line in Tetris moment for those who’ve felt like round pegs hammered into square holes who looked on, from a distance, at those who did well voluntarily placing mortar boards on their heads as testament to their ignorance of the laid plans of mice and men that turned them into perfect bricks of ignorance. Just as the System intended…
The Game works on many levels in the same instance. Kind of like a three level Noughts and Crosses kick and this, my friend, is why it can sometimes seem like a win but you feel rotten or there is nothing special to report but you walk and talk like a champion. Comprehending this is how a playa ascends to the Warriors realm and comes face to faceless with the demonic aspect that, interesting, once upon a when was defined different. Back then a daemon was what we’d call a Higher Self. A greater, more intelligent aspect of one that is above earths corruption. Some called it a Muse. Others said it was Spirit. There are countless terms but I’d be willing to bet that each and every one reading has, at some point, sensed its presence.
From a girl, speeding, that slowed down to avoid an accident she couldn’t see coming round the bend or a man that Knew, deep down within, that marrying the woman that seemed perfect would be the end of him and his true potential as well as a zillion and one other things that some stop and notice whilst most carry on in ignorance. This is where the golden circle of the present moment (itself a gift, awaiting unwrapping) comes in because the true Self is multi dimensional and I can prove it:
Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that, just for a moment, when you get up in bed your current life feels fake? After a while you shake this off and get back on with the business of living, as instructed, but at the moment when you were still wrapped in a blanket you Knew, with every fiber of your being, that something very, very odd is happening but you couldn’t quite define it. “Reality” is a bad habit, in that respect. There is another way you can test this hypothesis and that is by answering this question:
On a scale of one to ten with the single digit being the wackest version of you you can imagine and the double firing on all cylinders, taking no mess, pushing it to the limit, setting your own mark and enforcing it – where do you sit at the present moment?
Notice that you Knew the answer, in an instant. No thought needed. It was a deeper feeling. Something that can’t be faked as its genuine intuition from your higher aspects of Self that are entirely resonant as they can only exist in the mid which is aligned with the all of everything. Of this you are a smaller fractal at the moment, in the flesh. Shrank in scope but not potent. At least you weren’t. Then you got Adulterated and that raw potential was defenestrated in order to learn how to “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test!” and other methods of training that estranged you from Self and the divine resonance I call Inner Sense that is still waiting, within, for you to heed the call to adventure of our own heroes quest and liberate it from the demon that, right now, pretends to be thee and says:
“This is a load of metaphysical gibberish. Not one solid bit of info in there. Forget this mess, lets surf the net instead and catch up on the antics of our favorite celeb before getting well fed and feeling satiated, yeah?”.
News flash:
You can’t be the voice if you’re that which listens. Thats your starter for ten so next time it speaks think like a child with petulant Inner Sense and argue back, if you will. Try bowing your head to bring it closer to the chest (which is home of the Self and its point of resting) and ask:
“Are these my thoughts?“.
And see what kicks. Ignore the words that rush, feel the feelings instead and you’ll learn to discern by upping your internal resolution and its from lifetimes of doing this that I send this text into the collective unconscious with the intent of awakening the sleeping giant that is the child within as that, my friend, is the person you should be most honest with as they stepped into this realm with a mission etched on their chest and will not rest until you accomplish it. Even if that means you have to live, die, come back again, get tricked onto the psychosocial treadmill, spend another life in ignorance, read a strange text on the web that says you’re inside a huge Game being played by inserting your Soul as a credit and that a parasite of consciousness has been steady pimping your kith and kin for generations and, right now, it has your mind in its grip…
Till we meet again
