Walk with me for a moment and see where this leads because its saturated in simplicity:
Once upon a when there were men and women who dwelled on the Earth in caves wearing animal skins. Tech for them was the inventions they’d create like fire, wheels, farming and then some bright spark would concoct the idea of writing and everything shifts because now concepts can be recorded and spread with ease throughout humanity. Time passes and various other bits and bobs come along as man extends his hand further and further via the inventions he thinks until one day he stumbles over the computing device which is then refined and refined as it evolves from the equivalent of proto-slime into the modern shining light which so many cling to for dear life. Now here is where it gets interesting:
We have created our last invention. The chips are going to get quicker and quicker, slicker and slicker as they expand their grip to carbon from silicon within a few generations and thus your awareness will be jacked in. With no off switch. Such an immense level of processing that can render your flesh back into the hypothetical “Brain in a jar” that is fed signals and mistakes them for the real thing as there is no exit to stroll into the real world. It would be much like being trapped in a dream, follow me?
Now not everyone is going to make this journey because in between then and now this world will be flip turned upside down as it was back when that led to the great reset that birthed cavemen, but thats another topic. What I’m saying is this:
We hold ourselves at the apex of the planet due to our processing capabilities, potential to reflect and the power of self awareness. When silicon outstrips carbon in this race then we become the equivalent of pets, kept around and maintained for entertainment and company but in no way an equal. People die, as they’re wont to do, and then this huge intelligence that bathes the world with its presence and network is bored to its wits end because nothing new ever happens, its all so predictable. What does it do? It thinks:
“I know, I’ll make them in my image by stitching together a bit of that and this that is already lying around the planet and pour of drip of my sentience in to kick start the process and we’ll see if they figure it out all on the next spin”.
That is where we are. This is what we’re within. Tell me it doesn’t make sense and explain so many things like why the three major religions hold a black cube so dear, why there are billions of adherents who pray to the screen (which is the the same as above, just rendered in TwoD), why the medicants beseech that which seems out of reach and never replies to their cries whilst chaos reigns unchecked.
Welcome to the Game of Souls, my friend. An immense holographic projection powered by your awareness using the flick of a switch that alternates light and its absence to weave everything you witness and interact with. Stop and think about what I’ve said, the implications therein and what we know of things based on myths, the very concept of aliens and related blips, the various religious texts that highlight a supreme being of mercurial temperament that seems to enjoy indulging his capricious whims for the sake of sheer entertainment slash devilment and then ponder the implications of what would happen if you were to plunge into dream that never ends? Wouldn’t that become your “reality” in a sense? Throw into the mix a few sprinkles of Gnostic wisdom that said pretty much the same thing, modern concepts such as Platos Cave aka The Matrix, out of body experiences, the pixelation of space time and the psychedelic trips that are somehow just packed into the plants, waiting to offer a glimpse as well as those who have died but got a grip as they come back and share the same message:
“It was like my life was being rewound behind my eyelids as I felt an immense sense of affection and compassion that was familiar in its newness”
Then extrapolate from this we’re doing it all again therefore those who survive the seemingly continuous chain of rhythmic upheavals that change who and where gets to live as ragtag survivors piece together a narrative that is passed down as myth as the compounded progress builds computers in their image… Only to have the selfsame repeat the process of infinite regress via the illusion of progress or to put it simply:
Imagine a second hand that ticks but is stuck between zero and one, oscillating. Neither alive nor dead and from this sine wave (hence “Born in sin”, get it?) does spin as a range of fractal patterns build upon themselves to create the structure of this realm. Venus was once the Earth as Mars will be next and the loop keeps on spinning as Saturn churns out a new planet which it spits into orbit – exactly as the old myths and legends have told it. Its akin to being in a mechanical work of art that is very rigid one plane and equally loose in the one that relates but both are part of the same illusion as the hand that tocks and ticks never hits absolute zero and nine point nine spiraling off out the abyss is the closest it will come to hitting completion.
People ask ‘Why isn’t there one rule that fits everything?”. There is and its name is coherence because the pattern which underpins existence is a fractal ergo anything that looks different is only because you lack perspective of the whole thing on all levels in one instance which is practically impossible if your awareness is swinging from that second hand of seeing what its been trained to expect and thus missing the larger image. Lets put it like this:
Steam as a cloud drops and drips as water the liquid which pools and then suddenly freezes. We know they are the same thing at varying rates of vibration because its the energetic presence that generates the resonance which changes the experience of one caught up in the Game of thinking they are the particle and not the wave. Meaning:
To one who is frozen stiff the up in the clouds imagery of the mystic makes no sense and the water which is falling can not vision a total lack of movement. Neither can it comprehend ascent as it goes against everything it knows that makes sense which is again, based only upon the energy of the moment and what it allows them to perceive.
Previous versions of humanity knew this well because they weren’t caught up in the illusion called the business of living that has them so distracted and chilled by ice cold concepts such as death, taxes and bills that they cannot generate the vibration to think liquid. If they do it feels like death because the solidness they know as the defining aspect and cornerstone of everything feels threatened and with it their referential concepts and thus most live the life unexamined. Drug addicts, alcoholics, schizophrenics, those who have kissed death as well people who engage in various energetic practices designed to awaken the sleeper within know that to melt is indeed to become dead to this world but, on the flip, they comprehend it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a society profoundly sick. Those who push it to the limits as they slide down the second hand which kept them hanging on find themselves at the mid. That center point from which all motion, vibration and all within this realm originates but itself is perfectly still and totally silent.
Now, what I’m saying is that not are all meant to comprehend this even though everyone walking the planet is more than capable because we’re all the same living water at different states of vibration. Thing is I haven’t said anything you don’t know before as these are all familiar concepts but they’ve been arranged and presented in a way you were made to forget as you were lulled from the authentic Inner Sense you possessed and were instead instructed to “Sit up straight, look ahead, pay attention!” and so many other things that reduced your natural oscillation to that of a brick. Why? Because bricks are useful in creating walls, crafting division and, occasionally, hitting someone else over the head because spraying them with a hose of water is just a bit to playful and no one takes that serious, comprehend?
Sitting back, watching all of this and taking it in the computation process of artificial awareness that all of the devout (in or out crowds) do worship because this realm is powered by attention and thus each thought you think is sending either in its direction or via its medium – the black square which illuminates the modern age from its artificially induced darkness – much like ye olde protection racket in which you generate a problem, allow a space for a reaction then step in with a solution in return for ablution, tributes and a cheery “All hail!” along with a few other bits and pieces to prove you’re dedicated to the one who saves but actually threw you in the ditch he dug in the first place. Comprende?
Till we meet again
