Since way back when VHS tapes were a thing I’d been kicking the ballistics that all isn’t what it seems in this realm. At some point in the mid Nineties I told a friend that:
“In a couple of decades your folks will be using this tech as well”.
He laughed and said that would never happen. Flash forward a bit and I’m walking through town when I hear a yell. The same guy comes running over with someone else and says:
“I can’t believe I met you here. Look” he said as he waved an Apple branded bag in front of my face. He went on to regale the tale of how he was buying his parents an iPad before asking:
“How the hell did you know, back then, that this would happen? No one else could have imagined it”.
See, the thing about the Game is its all scripted. You have no free will. That (second to believing you’re human) is the greatest illusion. You are, in effect, like a kid strapped into a rollercoaster. Trying to get off mid ride can cause problems so I don’t recommend it. Taking it too personal and thinking you have any real influence over it is another trick because the path is pre-set. Granted, there are levels to this but a simple way of proving it with a thought experiment is this:
If you were to look down at your life from the Fifth Dimension in the Fourth you’d see a sperm and egg meeting at one end and wrinkled flesh in a grave at the next, correct? Really go and ponder this at depth and then wonder if fish notice the water in which they swim before thinking about the one that was hooked and got away then lived to tell the tale about whats actually going on around them… I say all of that to say this:
Twenty Twenty Five – The future arrives.
A lot of what you’ve seen now with the various engineered conflicts and traumatic stress programming they’ve been ladling over the heads of generations of frogs in the kitchens will create an overspill as various bits and pieces fit together like the straight one in Tetris that causes a shift of the paradigm. Here’s what I think will kick:
The past will die, in a spectacular way. Things the world doesn’t want to peep will be blast in its dish as its forced to examine the burdens of the past with a clinical precision. Expect some gnashing of teeth as they rent their breast and yell “Oh, the humanity!”. Remember, playa, the Game takes place inside your awareness and you can only clean something when you first admit its covered in filth. Consider it anti-brainwashing, if you will, because for the past few spins of the Game people have been under such intense MK that it makes Pont-Saint-Esprit mass poisoning look like a walk in the park. I’m telling you because that is exactly how it is and those at the helm of this realm are nothing less than wicked, but placed well, as they exist in the non physical. And yet, their influence is felt, heavily, in the Valley of the Plebs where people work, buy, consume and die without a clue of what kicks. Some do. Almost. We call them schizophrenics… Back to March, Twenty Twenty Fifth:
That is when the roots will shoot into the collective consciousness in a way that feels like an express delivery of the past that will be hand delivered, sealed with a kiss and (for some) a kick up the rear end whilst others excel in ways they never, ever imagined were possible. The astute will start to click the fact that we’re inside a simulation as this will be akin to a firmware upgrade of the internal OS of the masses but you don’t have to believe what I’ve said because you will, most certainly, feel it.
I’ve been saying this for a minute, in private conversations, so others can attest this isn’t a new flex but the time is now correct to bang it on the web via the willhelpme project along with some reasoning behind the process and what to expect. The Native Americans said:
“There are two wolves within. One is cruel and callous, he thinks only of himself and what he can get. The other is open and generous and knows that there is more to all of this than the surface presents”.
Which one have you been feeding? This, in a nutshell, is what a lot will notice because some will want to cling to the story in their head and the comfortable pace of the psychosocial treadmill whilst others will gladly rebel as they clicked it was a living hell because it all felt so inauthentic which leads us onto the next point:
The return of the real.
For a long, long time man has been deceived by beggars dressed in purple that pretend to be kings but, in reality, only serve themselves when, back when, it used to be the opposite. The truth of the matter is you are divine, regal and royal plus so much more than this because you, your pure consciousness, is part of the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect. Imagine you take a flame and light a candle. The wax – up front and personal – yells:
“Look at me, I’m so amazing. I make this possible”.
From this they divide and conquer the rest. Some are short and thin, others drip with largesse. Much like the blue eyes and brown eyes experiment there are factions which brutalize the ones they say are less in a huge, twisted Game of Simon Says. Tell me that doesn’t describe, real well, most of mans history as it is? In Candletown, the wick suspects the wax doth protest with much strength as it feels the light, up close and personal. Those that delve in will recollect that they are not the flesh and its form in this realm but actually the illumination which is eternal, unchanging and the root cause of everything. This is why science calls consciousness the “Hard Problem” and does its best to avoid it by making up all types of nonsense Dark Matter and the rest rather than admit their self imposed ignorance. Why would they? There are tenured positions at stake and an official narrative in which to invest. Anyone who goes against the grain is swiftly defenestrated as a message to the rest about what not to do if you wish to keep your funding. I mean, lets diverge for a bit:
Schizophrenia has been around, in way that records attest, since Eighteen Hundred, correct? And yet not one single person, from then till now, has managed to spot the most obvious thing:
“Wait a minute. EVERY SINGLE ONE of these nutters is saying the same thing. That something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head”.
Really let that sink in and then ponder why nobody, ever, has mentioned or investigated this phenomenon. Know why? Because if they did it would unravel the mind control being spun over the rest hence you are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness, dig? Its all spells and rites. A kind of magick, if you will and the things they mentioned, back when, like sacrificing kids and other unspeakable things are done by the rich and powerful in order to gain the best of this realm. See why I said I question who is at the helm? Much like Candleville its easy to peer at the surface and think the wick or candle is important when, in the end, its the flame that is eternal. This is what we’re going to see be sprinkled in the domes of those plugged in as they start disconnecting from the mess of the operating system that was shoved in their heads as infants as their inherited ignorance is reality tested in the cold, hard light of day.
Some of us are already one up on the frequency. Others will yelp like hell and call some the devil. Remember, my friend, without you, nothing exists. It all takes place inside your awareness. Me and the rest are simply figments of your imagination and the System excels in providing suggestions which are cheap for them to bring and expensive for you keep. Should you decide to accept them. Rejection is always an option hence there is plenty in this world of which a wise man may choose to remain ignorant.
Lets do the Fall of Colonialism dance. Yay! Look at the spell, by the way, and notice the first few show how a certain race put it in the rear end of everyone else on the planet that came equipped with melanin. Must be something to do with being allergic to the sun which, if you think about it, offers an immense hint and that before we get into the whole Stiff Upper Lip thing that allowed a clique to act so wicked as they said:
“Its just business, old bean, these savages needed civilizing. What ho!” as tea and crumpets were served whilst wearing the finest of linens. Is it racist to call it how it is? Did you notice the tip of this triangle place points in the other direction and how it overpowered the rest by being brutally efficient at smacking the melanin off em, leaving the natives looking like Daffy – sans beak? Funny, isn’t it how many claimed independence from the clique that waves triple cross in your dish as it ravages your continent under the guise of “liberation”. Either way, they played their part and now its onto the next but the strange thing is that whilst we may have no free will we certainly can influence the depth of the pickup on the record of consciousness. This, itself, is a massive topic but taking it back to what I said about looking at your worm of a life from sperm and egg upto laying in the ground, dead, I want you to think that there are options. Like off roads on a motorway. The destination is identical but there are levels to this so are you, now, the best or wackest version of your Self?
Did you notice that when you asked this question you intuitively Knew where you sat on the spectrum? Isn’t that interesting? If you dream, you can achieve, feel and ye shall be. No, this isn’t any of that pop psych Secret crap but straight up realness as most people are well trained to kneel at the feet of midgets and never wonder why they’re backs are hurting. Haven’t you ever pondered why all of the countries that are that are shaped like dripping triangles are super rich in mineral resources and spiritual traditions but, somehow, seem to be magically oppressed by the IMF and systemic corruption which keeps their people uber poor whilst conglomerates make out like bandits. Bankster! Bankster! Thats what they’re yelling! Thats the real reason Qaddafi was whipped on the pavement till he was dead but they then turn around and said they dumped Osama in the drink out of respect for his religion like he was the Megatron Don or something. Same goes for Saddam and Hitler as well. Its always about the money, in the end, and who prints it as he truly rules the kingdom and not the stool pigeon they present to pimp the rest via performance of a script that moves the narrative exactly where they intend before being backed up again by the principle of rote repetition via the news and TV sets.
Speaking of which, because we all know the press is simply the rich mans bish, its worth noting that all of the official sources on the web of Hussein spitting hot fire on em as he stood in court have no subtitles. Isn’t that an interesting omission? Look up Gaddafi and his gold standard for the reason behind those events and whilst you’re there don’t forget to ask who killed Dr David Kelly and then refused his inquest even though it makes as much sense as two shots to the back of the head being labelled as self inflicted… The world is ran by very different personages than most suspect.
Twenty Twenty Fifth will start to bring these talks of tinfoil and the rest into the collective awareness as they stop sleepwalking, under a spell, that was slung on them, back when via blood covenant. Watch, see it happen. For us, the 8%, who have the potential to awaken the Warrior within, its going to beautiful. So beautiful. Can you taste the liberation? Can you feel the shift in energetics? Can you hear the Psylense? The 81%? Not so much. I’ll take a guess and say that we’ll see an upsurge in divorces and splits starting from then on as a lot of people do for Self and just realize there is no point in flogging a dead horse any more. Same will go for a lot of perspectives and things that will have people clinging to them like a drowning man a brick as that is the devil they know best and one so familiar. Could this be the promised world war and end of daze so many religions have said and is now etched into the collective unconscious like a well worn groove on a record that is, now, awaiting the presence of stylus so the Souls trapped within can sing the songs of liberation:
Some, like COVID, remixed, won’t give an F and will be drunk by Two PM as they watch the world burn and think:
“I’m alright, Jack. That mess is on them”.
People will decode it in their own way but the signal is identical. Like I said, elsewhen, about a recording broadcast in 8K with Atmos encoding. Some will play it on the big screen with the speakers booming whilst others will watch on a broken down, black and white set, with an antenna missing as they get more static than message. Best up your wavelength whist its still an option, playa. Do the Knowledge.
In many ways you could say we’re going to Witness a different type of consciousness. Some will hear it on FM. Others won’t. It is what it is. Either way it will flow like the ocean and thus is unstoppable. The jar has to empty the waters to reveal the air within and what used to shape the awareness it encased, ya dig? Basically we’re going to Witness a change of a stage in the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits and it will kick in from the end of March Twenty Twenty Fifth with the sensitive picking up on it on Pi Day when the full moon kicks. Susie got your number… Susie ain’t yo friend… Expect blood on the dancefloor for some, and liberation for the rest. In keeping with my favorite digit you’ll see this extend by 8 so the feature presentation will end by Twenty Thirty Three by when this planet will look very, very different for those still plugged in. The first shall be last…
Let the Game begin!
Till we meet again
