Long, long ago on a planet much like this but in a higher octave there were those who lived that watched the signs and symbols, unfolding. They Knew the script and how it was that matter comes to overwhelm spirit as one age shifts to the next in this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits but, for some reason, they resisted. I guess its because no one wants to be the bearer of bad news and what was coming was near total darkness as they were already in the wilderness in terms of higher consciousness.
There was much discussion and consternation. Some said it wasn’t up to them to question the traditions, oral, that had been handed down for gens and memorized by adepts to relay what and when required a shift so the denizens were adequately prepped. Others said “Hell no. I ain’t telling em” because, well, picture this:
You are the mayor of a little town out in the sticks. Life is pretty decent, all things considered, as people are fed, clothed and entertained. There is a great sense of community and folk live within their means with relative abundance as the concept of sharing is not foreign to them. Granted, there is an element that is what we can term undesirable but people look at their lives as warnings not to trek to the dark side as it brings a dimming of the glow they hold and cherish. Now imagine, if you will, a vision in which this team is not only is ascent but asserts outright domination over the hamlet. Gone are the stocking clad cheerleaders who were capering for your team to win as they used their charms, feminine, to spur on the masculine to dominate their opponents in sporting competition. No, now they are on the strip plying trade in exchange for scrip where anyone with ends can purchase some friction between their legs with the illusion of affection thrown in.
Would you want to share that news with those who placed their faith in your term as president? What would you do if faced with this conundrum? Welcome to the job nobody wanted. Lets pretend another thing whilst the above predicament marinates in your subconscious awareness:
A man of great power and influence who is belxved by all for his long list of achievements has been corrupted. At first his inner circle managed to keep a lid on it but things are getting out of hand and there is no chance of containment. The odds are high that the end result of this will be very, very negative for the populace as he not only has his finger on the switch that could bring apocalypse he also wields an immense influence that extends beyond the realm and thus the dead he kills will be bound to him for the rest of their non material existence with no exit or mode of relocation as their faith in him is as total as their ignorance of what kicks in the depths of his awareness, Adulterated.
This evil influenced seeped in increments. Degrees, if you will. Like frogs in a kitchen some of them felt the pinch as the heat was creeping but thats why the chief of staff turned the AC up full belt and called it something else. Kind of like global warming as preached from the gospel of those that fly private jets and tell you increased taxes are the solution. This isn’t the truth, its just another scheme and deal because the planet has its own intelligence of which this is an aspect they mask and present as another thing when reality is far more intelligent than most suspect…
A mild tangent. You know how I get but do your research into this because any time they say you’re a denier of anything it usually means you’ve spotted something they’d rather you neglect as induced myopia is needed so the one eyed can rule as false kings in the land of the third eye blinded. Back to the topic:
Good man, going bad. Not only will he tarnish all the great that he did but he’ll also jeopardize the lives of innumerable innocents who will never, ever comprehend what happened behind the scenes. What would you do next? Ultimately there is only one solution:
Killing him.
Welcome to the job nobody wanted.
Lots were arranged, straws weren’t picked as who wanted to take the risk of coming at the king and missing? Not only this but they felt inadequate as they were born to shuffle paper and arrange cabinets as they manifested his whim in this realm. No. They needed a stone cold killer. A straight up professional. To whom would go the role? Who could lift such a burden with consequences, immense, as there most certainly would be repercussions as whilst they may erase the man in the physical there is another aspect, within, into which this corruption was seeping and making its presence felt that would swear vengeance against whoever dared and succeeded in the attempt to reign in the madness before it caused a problem that was even harder to fix.
With an angry countenance that frightened the delegates a Soul most vicious and adequate to the task was called in. “No need to prep” he said as he was born for this. The irony of this deal is the mans lineage was that of a peaceful mystic and whilst this may seem like a gross dereliction of his divine inheritance it had become obvious that only a wolf could kill a rabid dog that thought he was a god, flipped. He achieved this end with minimal effort needed as a sweep of his left hand eradicated the problem whilst sparing the rest. What came next for mice and men was a greatly reduced manifestation of what could have happened but the betrayal felt by him as the team of staff, treacherous, fell on their knees to beg and groveled that they had no knowledge of this and how this man was a free agent acting on his own whims was so intense that he began howling at the moon, blood red, due to the perceived injustice for doing that which they were not capable but was still needed, nonetheless.
How would you feel, if you were him? You took the job nobody wanted, delivered on the promise with the least amount of collateral damage and kept the mans rep untainted even if he felt the sting of your mission as an insult to his greatness as – and this is the rub – he didn’t see anything wrong with his previous proclamations and intent. Such is the nature of mind control, my friend, and all in this realm are susceptible to its influence because if you take the vapor of gnosis and condense it, real quick, into water via schools where its swiftly flash frozen the end result is scared to death of melting and unable of comprehending its current lack of freedom isn’t actually living but an illusion presented by a spiritual wickedness that can only ascend by suppressing what is natural at the lowest state of vibration possible. Of course, most of them trapped within the paradigm would not get this as all they know is the shape they have taken and thus conform to the limits, pre set, by painting within the lines of the official narrative.
This is the problem the mayor of that town and sages of an ancient age faced which led to daughters getting pimped, brothers killing one another over frivolous things and mothers sipping gin as fathers shot dope in their veins to numb the pain of living. What would you do if you saw this coming and were the one upon whom fell the burden to tell the rest as surely the constituents would blame the man sharing when, in the end, his intent was to warn and allow preparation because if each kept the eternal flame within quietly burning instead of succumbing to the darkness, coming, which wished to sell electric lamps of false illumination instead then things would be different for the village.
This is the Game, my friend. And it has you, right now, at this very moment thanks to the Soul you inserted to wear the flesh you’re using to decode the text and its deeper meaning. What kind of man would take the job nobody wanted? If it came down to it would you have the courage to be hated by the ignorant as the wise championed your presence that took the hit for them and thus saved all from the depths from which most would never, ever ascend. See, the strange thing about life is that the mind works like Velcro for the bad and Teflon with the grins. Its just the way we’re wired for survival on this stage because the things they’ve airbrushed from the record or called simple primitive myths all speak of what I said because the sky and its symbols were once quite different. Then the new gods took on the old and bested them for their spin which is why every single movie spits the same script that the good guys always win because, in reality, the tale was something else but, once again, if they took the job that nobody wanted can we really blame them?
Maybe me and the Slave/Masters really ain’t that different in the end? They say you automatically hate that which reflects back an accurate image and this is something thats Self evident if you lack the wisdom to comprehend there are no enemies, only teachers in this realm. The main difference is I’m on a one man mission whilst they’ve got numbers and strength that comes from moving under the cover of darkness as well as the whole time served thing and a whole host of theatrical deceptions. Good job me and the unfinite are on good terms with great resonance as his presence makes them shiver whilst the feminine aspect – both of which are akin to the in and out of breath, sex or whatever rhythm you can imagine as its this process that underpins the rest and gives birth to existence – has them shaking and quaking at the implications because, like the old ones they deposed, no one wants to give up the reigns when they have them but the only constant in this realm, beside the present moment, is that everything changes.
Generation. Operation. Destruction… Or G.O.D, if you will. Ignorance of this trinity and its effects on this stage is why lived spells devil when flipped as some yell, whilst reading:
“You cannot be Sirius!” as they point at mans best friend who was venerated by many ancient civilizations that all said the same thing in various forms of dress as the most amazing thing about this universal language is that it cannot be edited, obscured or mistranslated once comprehended for the movements are etched which hints about the concept of free will that is actually quite expensive and locked behind a paywall of ignorance in this immense Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits…
Till we meet again
