Don’t you think its interesting that virtually every single native culture on the planet has a concept of an elusive fifth element that underpins everything and is vital to life as we’re made of it? Everyone, that is, apart from the West. See, for white men the concept of the Ether is a ridiculous holdover from a time more primitive and they’re well beyond this as they have microscopes and such things:
“If it existed, we would be able to record it with great detail so that means its a load of old primitive nonsense cooked up by those savages that probably thought thunder meant their false gods were upset or something”.
And yet these oh so sophisticated people set off genociding every continent and did so with a grin from behind a stiff upper lip. Could there be a link? Methinks there is and its all to do with that Ether – The stuff that makes your Soul glow so…
There was a very interesting experiment I read, once upon a when, where they took a small child and a professional athlete and put him to the test. All he had to do was copy what the kid did, for as long as he did. The last one standing, wins.
What do you think happened?
Yep. He was done way before the boy had even begun stretching his muscles and imagination with new ways to move, skip, shake, roll, leap, yell, sprint, stand perfectly still on one leg then do cartwheels before bouncing on to the next. Know why?
That Ether – The stuff that makes your Soul glow so. See, whilst the man may have been a pro athlete who competes at a high level and ticks all the boxes we think are vital he was still Adulterated. That means he is no longer coherent and is fragmented and thus lacks that spontaneousness and internal energetics that are the trademark of children who illuminate a whole home with their potential in ways that are effortless and totally natural. Haven’t you ever wondered what the hell happens to make a child go from this to being hunched over and shuffling? I did and have, for quite some time, as, back when, I was thunderstruck by the concept that all of these big people in the world I’d manifested in where also, once, children. Only two words came to mind:
“What happened?”.
Indeed, what did? That is the 8 billion Soul question and for a boy not long out of Pampers it had me wondering, at depth, where the hell I’d landed for this incarnation. By the way, did you know how exceedingly common it is for little children to casually mention things like:
“You know, in my other life…” before adding some details and things that are mind blowing in their implications which most parents barely notice and fewer still take the time to acknowledge and develop this resonance in their seed as they are freaked out by what they said. If you could truly see inside a childs mind, that fount of Inner Sense, as they are developing you’d find many natural philosophers in the flesh that needed no educational training to hone their skills as its standard equipment to reality test and push the limits. For each word they express there are ten pictures within and if they are worth a thousand I’ll let you guess the depth of the unfinite from which this all springs… Back to the Ether:
The Chinese call it Qi, Native Americans said “The Great Spirit sustains all men” and the Indians refer to it as Prana and the subtle basis of everything. There are countless other names but they all point at the same thing:
The Ether.
I call it InnerG. Why? Because it is just this and once imperienced and felt you’ll comprehend the nomenclature as the force begins to spiral within and your awareness ascends. Contrast this to life you lived, unexamined, and see what kicks when you flip the script as there is much more to all of this than dreamt of on your tell lie vision set… This is all part of a larger context I’ve Witnessed in which we have the Psylense as the all of everything that you can picture as the canvas upon which we sling the paint of ignorance and believe the image it presents in this lifetime by missing what its obscuring. That and the name serves a dual purpose because its met first in mind which needs to be quiet in order to comprehend the shadows depth so you then become Centered in Self within your chest, as you were, once upon a when before finally linking in the Third Kingdom of your abdomen from whence intuition springs as you respark the energetics of your radiant circuits within. The alternative, everyone knows best as its the default mode of operation on the planet but no one questions it as they are so well adjusted to the profound sickness I’ve termed noiZ aka a life of low voltage due to being constantly drained by a predator of consciousness. The relationship between these poles is akin to music and silence because you tend not to notice the latter but its what makes the former possible and, without it, naught exists. Like the Ether, yes?
Remember, the labels are merely signposts to help you along the way. They are not destinations, per se, just terms I’ve picked to help convey inner states of development for the Warrior in training as well as a pencil sketch of higher dimensions and more you’ll meet as you create the Path by walking. People often attest a familiar newness as they shake off the shackles of the (false) self and become Centered as this resonance is your divine inheritance as the birthright from which you were swindled due to the vagaries of a vicious System that does real well at selling ignorance as wisdom to those that incarnate in to parents who have not done the Knowledge. Thats the Game, my friend. I’m simply presenting a different way of playing it that won’t be included on any official syllabus as their business is Adulteration whilst mine is the protection, nurturing and resurrection of Inner Sense.
When you are born you know full well that life is something you dance and sing, no instruction needed. Just look at a baby and how their breathing is so rhythmic and fully fleshed. Once a girl had a newborn that was screaming and I, in a mood to experiment, decided to see how long I could match its intense yelling and wailing, much to her chagrin. Now, bear in mind that at the time I was super fit and thought I could handle my breath in the ring but a few minutes later I realized I needed to check everything I thought I knew because it obviously wasn’t correct. That is the type of humility one needs to possess as a Warrior in training because if what you think, works, then your life would be perfect, yes? If it isn’t then its time to reality test. Now, most would rather die than admit this which is why I’ve said 81% of the realm are little more than meat marionettes that spin on the strings of ignorance as they are fed upon by a predator of consciousness and its agents. Thats a deeper topic but it links in to the West as this beast is what I suspect was behind the scenes of such global dominance and the type of dehumanization and conflict this world had never seen. On the flip it also laid the foundations for the modern realm and all types of progress which is pretty decent but we’re at a critical juncture where most don’t comprehend there are other options than whats presented hence the intent behind the willhelpme project.
This being that can’t sit still is then funneled into a camp of concentration and told to just this which is the most subtle form of child abuse you can get as their neurokinetics are still developing and this type of enforced entrance in Platos Cave does all kinds of damage in terms of arrested development. Let me give you an example:
Back when, a child was born with a lazy eye. The mother didn’t like this and went to the doctor who said “Not a problem, we’ll whack a patch on the next and it’ll soon gain strength”. Erring on the side of caution the lady left it on for longer than instructed. The eye fixed itself but the child seemed to lack depth perception and was clumsy as heck. A battery of tests were ordered and it turned out that the brain had decided that due to the lack of signals coming in from the eye that was patched, as requested, there was no point wasting circuits processing a dead input and thus has doubled up the pins on the other orbital which meant the kid was now blind on one side that could, technically, see perfectly well.
A dramatic example about child development and the nervous system which, I hope, open your eyes to what I said about those enforced two decades in the concentration camp wing of the operation that made you like this because sitting slumped at a desk in a state of boredom causes a retraction in the length, depth and ease of breathing along with a dulling of overall stimulation that lays the blueprint for what I call Adulteration. And this is before we get into the day to day ravages of the child and their nascent Inner Sense at the hands of those who are numb from within and unable to comprehend the greatness in front of them. Two words ruined your life. Two of them. The rest is simply insult to this injury and what one must address if we truly wish to find the kind of freedom we once abundantly possessed as it cannot, repeat cannot, be bought from a shelf, traded or granted by anything outside of Self hence the Path of Power concept as the end goal may be liberation but the shifts along the way truly make life worth living.
The Chinese believe that the life force is stored in the kidneys. We inherit a certain amount from our folks but, with the correct practice, we can keep it flowing optimally and regulated. Many other ancient cultures ascribe intelligence to the organs and how they serve subtle functions beyond the obvious and this is something the magicians of yore knew well as they often plotted and planned to steal a mans strength via use of such things as fatal attractions. Of course to us with our modern high tech it all sounds so primitive and stupid but how many times have you heard:
“He was never the same again, after she left him heartbroken”.
“Why you lily livered coward…”
“Whats wrong? Don’t have the guts for it?”
And such things? What about the effect that you need black lenses on your head after a night of drinking because you feel photosensitive? A subtle link they mentioned, back when, as they said the liver processes vision just like the lungs handle grief which means anyone you meet who subtly sighs before they speak has a lot tucked within that they aren’t acknowledging. In many ways we, as a global population and individuals, are no longer capable of speaking body language which is what I suspect was the original tongue they mentioned at Babel. Really Do the Knowledge on this and you may find something profound when pondered at depth as it truly is the key to a lot of things but beyond the scope of this missive that is focused on the invisible that makes visible possible.
The Psylense.
If you look at an amoeba it pulsates to a beat. If you flip the script and start poking and prodding at it it becomes a tad cautious and what one flowed, freely, is now impinged. If you keep at it it shrivels and thinks “To hell with this, its simply not safe to be my Self and continue the dance of contraction and expansion so I’ll pause on the first step and forget about the rest”. That, my friend, is Adulteration. Its interesting how this most basic element of life looks like a kidney, yes? Remember what I said about life force? Extrapolate and allow the form and function of seeds, reproductive cells and the fetus itself all carry the same shape and you’ll start to comprehend we’re inside a fractal of consciousness and thats why its its vital to up your resolution and decode what kicks otherwise you’ll be encoded instead and pulled down into a mess that never ends as all it presents is hyper-specialization whilst missing the big pic. Kind of like modern science, eh?
Life truly is a song. Its a musical creation and you came to belt out your performance, center stage but thanks to the machinations of the System you became a square watermelon instead that sits at a cubicle and is content to stare at a screen and watch someone else on the black mirror instead scratch an itch within you can no longer reach for your Self. Tell me that isn’t a life two steps removed from hell? Also, the starlet they primp and preen isn’t fairing any better from the deal as you may run an iron maze but she still sits in a golden cage and that, my friend, is the real reason she sings but dares not admit it because those who placed her in will rip the guise of comfort and success in an instant should she deviate from the script as reality management is king for the one eyed in the land of the blinded who don’t click the doc slipped two patches on their lids, back when, which is why they bump around and fall into things…
Breathing is, in effect, the most intimate exchange we have with this realm as it skips and dances from outer to within and back again. At the same time the trees and shrubs do their thing and we have a type of balance that anyone can tell is sorely missing from this realm. This is all thanks to a covert type of intelligence that knows nothing but destruction as its racing toward the bottom and paving the road to hell with good intentions of the plebs whose brains are controlled by it. The antidote? Being willing to lose your mind and come to your senses again. How? Start by breathing. Take a moment, now, and notice it. Better yet, if you have a baby on hand pick it up and pay attention to the free flowing swell of the belly, back and ribs all the way up to the chest, without encumberment. Try to emulate this. Lying down make work best but try standing as well. Experiment. Shift the variables. Try breathing in for Four, hold for Seven then exhale for Eight. Eighteen minutes of this should easily change your consciousness and drive home what the past two thousand words have been illustrating. The more you practice, the more you can refine this and you may just find that the first time you did it you were literally holding on for dear life and using so much excess tension that now seems wasted (get it? “Waisted”?) as you do more with less. Think of its as a homeopathic breath, if you will, because we are reaching beyond the battle scarred surface of the Adulterated shell that is, in effect, a callous of consciousness and habituated Patterns to greet the living Inner Sense that still dwells, waiting for its invitation to come play again. Another interesting one is hyperventilating for forty five minutes using a full bodied circular breath from genitals to clavicles and out again. Hoo! That one can be a trip, in the literal and metaphysic sense, so best watch your mileage if you’re frail as its strictly for live men, not for fresh men. If you ain’t got the minerals then say “Hell no!” because you’ll tear a hole in the veil of this false reality show, real quick, as you come face to face with what was suppressed to lock you in the Mind Made Prison and this brings us back to why the Ether was discounted:
Because its real, its powerful and its too effective at granting a perspective you didn’t know you were missing until you attempt. I can add in countless variations of breath but why not let the child within lead after you reconnect? Try mixing some sounds in as well, see what kicks, and imagination as well. Like, for example, imagine you are breathing in pure golden light from every pore of your skin that comes rushing in to a still point at your abdomen where it begins to vibrate, intensely, and on the way out it scoops up all the filth and mess from your ignored inner realms and this exits as a layer of dense smoke that is evaporating with each breath from the surface of your flesh. Give it a try, see what happens because the saddest thing (and one of the hallmarks of Adulteration) is being filled to the gills with useless information about the external and things within it whilst Knowing naught about your Self and being perfectly content to maintain this ignorance as you chase distractions instead. In effect it is akin to getting a sense of motion without actually moving aka the psychosocial treadmill and thus, as I’ve said:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
