To a casual onlooker it may seem that I not only diss but am dismissive of religion. That isn’t entirely correct because, once again, it comes down to resolution. For example, check what I said about my perspective on Jesus being crucified on the hill and see if you catch my drift as its my firm belief that every single scriptural text in this realm is encoded with several layers of meaning. In many ways there are levels to this which are akin to the solid, liquid and gas transition or, if we flip, you could imagine a cloud floating overhead that looks at a stream, flowing, and the glacier that is created.
Do you think the chunk of ice could contemplate such things at such a dense state of vibration or would that realization be nigh on impossible? Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis to me because the former introduces concepts beyond this realm in a way which is akin to training wheels for those attempting cycling whilst the next is akin to the “Look Ma, watch this!” as you gain confidence and explore the concepts in a tangible sense versus academic concepts. Beyond this hill is where one truly develops wings and sips the nectar of gnosis which renders the past two as irrelevant and outmoded or, to continue the meta, where you do supercool tricks like this with an effortless precision which is nigh on impossible to those still wobbling along gaining balance:
As you can probably guess there is an immense sense of thrill that this mastery begets but its also the reason why such Souls are, traditionally, classed and infidels and often shunned by the rest as the main problem I have with religion is that is, first and foremost, a business and second, a control mechanism. Slipping these surly chains that promise freedom can take many incarnations but eventually the Soul clicks the trick and chooses different options which then reveals the script as life is a hierarchy of scams, nested. What? You Thunk it ends at death? Guess again, my friend, because if you’ve spent your entire life coloring in between the lines, pre-set, and never, ever dared spill ink upon a blank canvas then what do you expect to get when you come face to faceless with your ignorance, unexamined, that is then used as a weapon to lure you back into the flesh for another spin? Thats the 8 billion Soul question, yes? And yet, who lives to tell the tale of a brush with death? Well, it just so happens…
Did you know that, way back when, there were an elect sect of folk known as the Gnostics and they sketched out a template to higher realms in their quest for liberation? They were, as you’d expect, killed for daring to go against those who preach spiritual by lips but actually crave power and influence via fists as they enforce their iron grip on the hearts and minds of their congregation. In many ways modern life is akin to two wolves and a sheep debating on what to eat next but thats another topic.
They weren’t the only ones who spoke of the trials and travails the weary Soul faces after death as both the Egyptians and Tibetans penned their own discourses about it as well as countless myths and legends from all corners of the planet. Things like this along with a glimpse at the world how it is really makes me question the intent of who (or what) is at the helm because I once met what can only be termed as spiritual relatives in an altered state of consciousness and how they wept at that fact that my unfinite awareness was wrapped in skin but also they celebrated at the fact that I realized this and was on my quest for liberation. Thats the difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis in the most practical sense because one is akin to a detailed recipe which brings an insane amount of information of what you may one day be tasting whereas the next involves actually doing for Self in the kitchen and using the ingredients you possess with your current level of skill. The latter is becoming a chef that goes above and beyond the rest and, in the end, there is a reason why they use an omelette as the test because (like drawing a perfect circle) the simplest things are often the hardest and that brings us nicely to the paradox of living in which the ignorance they sell for free is most expensive, in the end, whereas the lonely path of Self development brings ultimate resonance with the all of everything.
Look around at the world. 8 billion living hostages. Most of whom are firmly convinced they are human and they believe, one hundred percent, the script in their head and what it says. Anyone who disagrees or asks a tough question is, by default, an infidel and thus must be dealt with. Taking it back to the meta you see this mindset as ice scared of melting that can’t wait to speed freeze their children into the same resonance as they hear tales of flowing liquid whilst ignoring the fact their seed possesses this an abundance upon stepping in. They say the danger with blindspots is exactly what they promise but what if, like your optic nerve, that point is what actually provides vision but the image is then flipped, edited and re-presented to your consciousness? Actually, thats a great bit:
What remains constant from one life to the next or, if you don’t believe in reincarnation, is the same when you’re asleep in bed or sitting in the office? Its a state I call the Witness. As the name suggests this resonance just observes and, like a dog, it innerstands plenty even though its communication is limited. Such is the nature of the trick called being human because the more time you spend getting familiar with its frequency the quicker the deception of reality starts failing as its a real life glitch in the Matrix. I mean, did you ever have to write lines as punishment back in school? I know I did and even after pointing out to Miss that requesting I push the pen to state:
“I will not backchat the teacher“.
Was telling me to do exactly this hence her face turning beet red when I asked her not to imagine a yellow elephant as proof positive that negative assertions do the flip and thus she was, in effect, responsible for the genesis of a nemesis via her own ignorance. School is really, really strange isn’t it? I mean you don’t need to teach a fish to swim or a bird to flap its wings but humans must be molded and shaped via methods that created nothing but misery for most of them in order to fit in to a creation that most certainly isn’t natural and doesn’t have their best interests beating in the void of its chest. That too is another topic but one that is Self evident to one filled with Inner Sense because there is obviously something quite incorrect about this sketch and the worst thing is those who did will say I’m the problem for noticing! Ironic.
The difference between religion, spirituality and gnosis is reflected within the age of your Soul because whilst donkeys may live to be a ripe old age it doesn’t mean wisdom is standard equipment and yet I firmly believe that every single child that steps into this realm is a genius in potential. Then its trained out of them and they are told to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or their parents will frown and this causes them to feel dejected. See how slick and evil that trick is and how what sits in the middle pimps both ends of the spectrum? Thats religion.
Spirituality is the breaking of these chains by daring to look within, study other scripts, find what is common and difference then reality testing the perspectives to see what fits. You are, in effect, removing an off the peg fit in a quest for something you, your Self, tailor. These days many do this with chemical assists and, sad to say, they’re engaging in little more than psychedelic masturbation. Why do I say this? Simple, a great boxing trainer once expressed an amazing metaphor about punching and protecting your dish like stealing apples from your opponent:
“It doesn’t count till you bring it back to your lips because he’s trying to do the same thing”.
The same goes for meditation as well as yoga and various other practices as there are plenty faking the funk and yet still possess countless followers trying to emulate them. Lipstick spirituality and saying what you want to hear is a big grift and extension of the original shell Game mentioned as we live in a world of sixty second that and instant this whereas I know there are no shortcuts, only circumcisions. The true adept is, quite literally, declaring war on his (false) self and this can involve a billion and one things and various methods to achieve this end. Let me give you a starter for eleven:
- Start using your non dominant hand for everything, notice what happens.
- Change all of your eating habits so if its veg from incep then tuck into some flesh for a specific time period and record your shifts in awareness.
- If you drink, embrace sobriety down to the level of no sugar or even a cup of tea and other stimulants.
- Disconnect from the net and all things electronic.
- Notice what does the noticing and see if you noticed you are it in all of these experiments.
- If you sex, frequently, try celibacy. Flip if the diff and that itself can present a massive challenge as you come face to face with invisible blockages in your lower energetic centers that you otherwise would never have addressed and instead dressed in coping mechanisms.
- Argue the opposite point of what you believe and see if you can convince your Self its a worthy topic to investigate at length.
A lot of these, when implemented, show you there are other options outside of the well worn groove in your head but the thing is with a familiar devil who knows you best its hard to escape the clutch of a force so seductive that it can lull you into an altered state of consciousness that is then enforced by society, friends and family who chant “One of us! One of us!” most dedicatedly. Actually, thats a great topic because you’ll often note that should you dare to edit or even flip the script you generate an immense sense of discomfort in those still plugged in to the old way of doing things hence the:
“You used to be such a good boy“.
Trend of conversation as that is the System speaking via their lips and each Soul on the quest for liberation is a threat to its hegemony. Say, isn’t it interesting how that spell combines the imagery of fences and currency? What if reality was akin to running a maze made of such things and the simplest way to escape a labyrinth is to place one hand on the wall and simply keep walking. The very act of being grounded, present and persistent can produce miracles and those three are the exact opposite of what the web and modern life is promoting which is another topic for consideration as tadpoles born to frogs held hostage think swimming around in bowls that are heated in kitchens is perfectly normal. That rite, alone, tells you all you need to know about the intelligence at the helm that gets paid, real well, from making the smart, stupid. I mean, have you ever noticed that the more educated a man is the less potential he has for any truly creative or original thinking due to the fact that he’s spent a lifetime getting patted on his head for regurgitating what someone else said and another expected? Its a very, very strange paradigm and one that makes many uncomfortable when examined as it suggests they have, somehow, been fooled, tricked and hoodwinked. Most will never admit this, not even to themselves and this is why certain scams work so well as people will keep recruiting others into the shady pyramid or trapezoid because they want to be rich/powerful/spiritually correct:
They say the older the trick, the better it is because most won’t believe so many have fell for something so ancient and simple. Do you know what a Reality Tunnel is? You should, you’re in one at the moment. This leads us back to the Witness. The I Am presence. The “None come to Father than through I” as well as “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” made flesh. You are this, my friend, and it can only be truly accessed in the present moment but that gift is often wrapped in paper laced with fear and dread which is what those at the helm know best as its all traumatic mind control programming since back when the sky fell and people all around the planet etched petroglyphs like this for no apparent reason:
In related news, here’s Apu:
Don’t you think its interesting that they nixed one of the few melated faces from this series at the behest of a few digital crickets that were loudly chirping that they found his presence offensive? Consider the fact that he either graduated at the head of Caltech (thats the Calcutta Technical Institute. What? Expect something else?) or attended MIT (Mumbai Institute of Tantric Sex) and used the proceeds of a card scam to get fake SAT scores that led to him landing in Springfield where he retails convenience to the locals for profit.
“Thank you, come again!”.
I mean, isn’t that what the vast majority of brown skins gone West did, in some respect? The fact that there was a stereotype that addressed this, and well, on mainstream television along with showing the hours he puts in to keep his wife and kids fed along with various other details was reduced to:
“Me, Brown. Apu bad. Make me mad!” (shakes fist).
And had corporates cowering shows the nature of resolution that I mentioned as it took something far more subtle and then used a sledgehammer to nutcrack it. I mention this as most religious discussion and online commentary in general follows the same premise and thus its rife with manipulation. I mean, did you know the net is packed with bots and all of them are designed to push a narrative that encourages group think and subtle forms of coercion that are helped along with other tricks of reality shaping in which most never, ever step outside their bubble and consider it perfect? Thats the equivalent of religion, in a sense. Spirituality comes from those who actually engage in real life discussions or active mooting in the flesh as well as arguing devils advocate because, why the hell not? Next comes the step of gnosis in which one comprehends there is only one universal consciousness that manifests as the Witness which is each persons own wavelength and portal of awareness as they click they have never met a stranger in this realm (or touched an atom) as they merely interact with figments of their imagination that are projected from within and how, without them, none of this exists as its their attention that causes waves of potential to collapse and seem solid.
Resolution is the key to all of this and its amazing because, on this level, we have those who have the potential for liberation mixed in with with literal NPCs in the sense that they are missing the mothership connection which is not to dis them but to mention that not everything that walks in the skin in truly human as there are plenty, usually in positions of power, that demonstrate this real well but thats an immense topic and it leads back, yet again, to the image at the head of this article along with an interesting observation gained, back when, as I pushed the pen in after school punishment:
After a while of writing the same thing again the words stopped having any form of meaning. They literally fell apart on the page and all I ascribed to these symbols of text was, seemingly, wiped from my consciousness and, in its stead, was a totally different and greatly expanded state of awareness that appeared to dwell beneath the surface. This became the highlight of said sessions and I couldn’t wait to get familiar with this essence and that, in many respects, was when I first met the Witness so I guess I did learn something from school.
Just not what they intended.
Till we meet again
