Once upon a when, a man named al-Hallaj walked the planet. He said many things, chief among them was:
“I am the Truth”.
Do you know what happened? They killed him. What else? The real in a world full of fakes is akin to you having spent your entire life raised in a little village, ring fenced in by devious intent. The merchant of said place is as deceptive as they come and thus everything he peddles to his captives is as fake as it gets. Oh sure, the outer tin and packaging may seem real but the inner is counterfeit. Lets say you’re particularly fond of a particular carbonated beverage that comes in a red tin and one day a friend from elsewhere comes visiting. You notice the drink in his grip and the rest of the pack of six dangling from his fingertip that he swings in your direction. Talking, happily, you crack the lid and bring it to your lips. From that moment on, everything is different.
The texture, the taste, heck even the bubbles themselves feel vastly different. As your senses are reeling your mind is dancing and your friend says:
“Whats up?”.
“Is this some kind of special edition? Why does it taste so amazing?”. He replies:
“Because its the Real Thing!”. In jest many truths can be expressed but the lips of wisdom are sealed to the ears of ignorance.
“No, really. I’ve been drinking it my entire life and I have never, ever tried anything like this. Its out of this world good”.
Your friend is intrigued and slightly amused by all of this so you drag him to the store of convenience and buy two fresh tins. He cracks one open, takes a sip and spits it out:
“Disgusting. What the hell is this mess?“.
The funny thing is that, for you, a lifetime investment in an artful deception has just been defenestrated by what was demonstrated as truly authentic and this has you questioning your entire paradigm for it starts becoming Self evident you were, in effect, held hostage by the machinations of one driven by profit with no good heart beating in his chest because his mindset was:
“Eh, if they trust me they deserve it. Besides, these yokels wouldn’t know the difference if it was in front of them and it keeps me rich”.
Your life, in many respects, is identical to this. But, thats by the by. Lets get back to the man dressed in robes, kicking lyrics and delivering hot, buttered Ether in the land of the camels:
Husayn Ibn Mansur al-Hallaj dropped in to the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits around Eight Fifty Seven. He came from Persian lineage which links to Zoroastrianism which I mentioned in another missive as the original Amen Break the Big Three sampled without giving full credit for their monotheistic smash hits that currently dominate the planet and generate immense amounts of bloodshed and dissent along with some good things as well. Hallaj was a sharp student and the surface bored him. He wished to penetrate the depths and thus, as a teen, he sets off Mecca to meditate at length but this is only after he’d been initiated into a sect that would grow to become Sufism.
For those who don’t know these folks are, these days, seen as mad heretics who spin, spin and spin in order to gain higher states of consciousness as they kiss the face of the ineffable, up close and personal. As you can probably guess a lot think they’re demonic which is, in a sense, exceedingly ironic as they are simply tasting the cake whilst the rest memorize the ingredients without ever setting foot in a kitchen. I’ll let you tell it. Interestingly, a later mystic slash rascal by the name of Gurdjieff would claim to have accessed a lot of the Sufi secrets which many contest but, to me, the link is obvious if you’ve ate at the table as there are many fingers but all point at the same sphere of illumination. There are also those who do well and keep it in darkness as they shove the common folks heads up their rear ends at birth and sell them air freshenings and various other things whilst encouraging them to remain within the Cave of ignorance…
So, Hallaj was hooked on phonics and wanted to glimpse behind the veil in order to transcend the Game and I can’t say I blame him. With this in mind he stops, drops, shuts down the links with the proto-Sufi movement and does his own thing because he learns from many, associates with a few but, in the end, flies his own flag and ascends to his own wavelength. This, as we’ll see, will have consequences. For now, he heads to Mecca and meditates at depth on the steps until, mission accomplished. He came back to Earth after a taste of the numinous and said:
As you can probably tell this type of sentiment doesn’t go down real well with the rest and not only did the common folk not like him but the Sufis too grew to detest as he was saying the quiet part out loud, to anyone who’ll listen. They call this being a drunk mystic and, in some regions like India or South America, for example its seen as part of the script but Islam is quite a bit less permissive when it comes to such things. Anyway, lets get back to his tale as it really is interesting:
Upon returning to this realm he kicked lyrics that went like this:
“He chose me, drew me to Him. The honor was immense and the meeting intense as it was intimate. There is no part of me that Knows not him and the same can be said when flipped”.
Some were intrigued as this akin to one tasting the cooking for which they’d been waiting for ages. Others pointed at the crumbs in his beard as proof of what he said (Really, a glowing countenance and words as smooth as silk they felt in their chest, but you get the message) whilst many felt it was strongly blasphemous but, hoo, my man was just getting started. Hallaj may never have raised liquor to his lips but he was entirely intoxicated with a different kind of spirit and once this shines who was he to oppress what wished to pour into this realm? So he didn’t. Instead he let rip and bars from the heart that he spit on these topics were the trending of his day as people came to peep what he had to say. Imagine their surprise when they heard:
“You lot are Muslims in name but thats it. Unlit candles with snipped wicks that are unfit for illumination due to your own ignorance and being unwilling to put that work in”.
Knowing you catch more flies with honey than vinegar he also shared the flip and spoke on the Path and its details. Man, those behind the curtain that offer the shawl of concealment who initially initiated him did not like this one bit. Actually, lets diverge for a moment:
Jesus said:
“Listen up, peeps. Don’t flash the bling in front of this pig because they don’t know how to keep it Kermit, dig?”.
And in that respect I’ve often said that every single spiritual text in this realm is coded with many layers of meaning depending upon who is reading and their level of comprehension. This is one of the reasons people used to hate watching flicks with me as I’d constantly hit pause and break down the symbols that were washing over (and manipulating) their subconscious whilst they were in an altered state of awareness whilst staring at the black mirror that reflects a false reality into their awareness. But, thats another topic.
So, Hallaj climbed the hill, drank the nectar and came back to this realm and because his cup was overflowing he felt it his calling to share his excess with those who were thirsting as a way of course correction. Some took to this like water and fish. Others couldn’t wait to bring his chapter to an end for their own reasons. I mean, I’ve often said that religion, in modern dress, is first and foremost a business and immense weapon of dissension because (much like the web) it splits those it promises to connect hence so many sects with their own arguments. And yet, none of them have tasted a dish from the kitchen of the chef they’re venerating. Ironic, yes? In many ways you can frame a convincing argument that what Hallaj did, back when, was not that different from Jesus who spit that hot flame, Ninety Eight octane and thus gave the profane a taste of what they’re missing. Really think about this, my friend. Let me break it down with an example:
Lets say you’re one of those folks that has a BM and then wipes his rear end with dry paper. Thats it. Scrub, scrub, scrub then on with the underpants and back to biz. One day a friend says:
“Hey man, see that glass bottle placed next to the toilet? Its filled with water so splash that on your stinking ass next time and do the job correct, dig?”.
Now, you could either be offended at the message because, for your family and its generations, dry wiping is what it is or you could consider the logic and give it a spin. If you did then maybe, just maybe your child would be different as you’d teach them this quick tip.
In many ways that is how spiritual wisdom is for me because whilst one is pure and beyond the realm and the other example is the height of filth at the end they are both linked in and this is why I’ve said that Doing the Knowledge is akin to upping your resolution and thus if you Knew, for certain, some thing that improved your life would you hide it or share it? That is the question. For some knowledge is power ergo they’d zip their lips and lead people in another direction as they amassed power and wealth using these tips as they profited from the ignorance they created in the rest. Hallaj didn’t think like this. To him there was no separation between he and the divine and none between ye either. This I found really interesting as my first post on the web said the same thing:
Isn’t that fascinating? Another sync was that of the (false) Self that makes man an egoic puppet for forces he doesn’t comprehend that manipulate his spirit and then send him a bill for actions they willed. As you can probably tell they would rather Souls didn’t click about the true nature of this realm otherwise they’d die of boredom and not being fed. After all, what is a god without belief but a tree that was felled with no one to listen?
Some truths appear to be universal. Man, occasionally, falls over them and then picks himself up and carries on like nothing happened. One day, someone will stitch together the pieces of this realm into a coherent narrative. Know what happens next? Most will run, screaming, into an age of darkness as they embrace the ignorance as the true picture is scary. Who knows, we may be living in those days but most are in a daze, running a maze, with faulty navigation thrown in designed to prevent such a thing from happening. I find it fascinating that a lot of what Hallaj said, back when, is not only identical to now but that we’re on a whole nother level of strangeness as most are about to trade their carbon based vessel for one augmented by silicon as an old devil that waited in the wings makes his grand reappearance for the new generation.
Bitten fruits where Siri flips to the iris as the apple of your eye and makes androids of men. Hah! Its quite poetic, yes? “Let he who has wisdom…”. You know the rest? Lets get back to my man in the desert:
So, he’s kicking lyrics on FM to anyone that will listen and that people did as he served it up, hot and fresh. Lets check some of his greatest hits in rotation:
“You are the guide of those who wander in ignorance. If they say I am a heretic make my heresy immense“.
“The only thing my turban wraps is the one who is the all of everything”.
“Fools seek in heavenly realms what they cannot see right in front of them”.
Hoo! I had to bust out some applause for these lyrics because you can tell they came from his chest and he meant it because they are so real, so authentic. Contrast that with the preacher man that sells counterfeit Coca Cola to the villagers, captive, and taste the difference. Through time there has always been a lane that those with voltage that extends beyond this realm swerve in on their quest for a personal relationship with the numinous and I find it very strange the reaction the rest give to such proclamations and lived lyrics because it hints that whilst god may be distant, the Devil they know best is actually in comfort in their heads via the voice that guides them using an elegant deception from one life to the next… Enough of my verbiage, lets get back to Hallaj and his adventure in the flesh.
For breaking the oath his own folks hated him for they wished to keep it all on the DL. I can actually see it via their lens as I’m quite empathetic and their reasoning probably went a little like this:
“You cannot fit the ocean into a teacup nor will those who dwell within the sands comprehend the magnificence of the force that flows, so abundant, so zip your lip, don’t say a thing or we’ll kill you dead, get it?”.
Hallaj wasn’t with it. His thirst was quenched and he wanted his friends and countrymen to feel the same as he felt and thus there was a split as old friends now became Opponents and plotted his end for daring to say out loud what they mentioned among themselves. Tel me, my friend, what would you have done in this situation? In many ways it a test we’ll all face, at some point in this realm but thats a deeper topic and a immense tangent I’ll side step on this already meandering trek. See, his old crew were of the “sober” flex which meant:
“One can walk with the common man, nod their head in agreement and disturb not his delusions but, among ourselves, we are different and we address that which we don’t mention to the rest”.
The Rebel Mystic of Islam, on the flip, was screaming from the top of the hill to anyone who would listen. And that they did. That they did. Much to the chagrin of the teetotal aspect who found his conduct quite unbecoming, if not belligerent. They condemned him with the equivalent of a social media smear campaign, back when, as deep pockets and organization can place much mud in the hands of others to sling. And yet the alchemist takes this excrement and uses it to nourish his garden from which the flowers do spring. Hallaj, himself, was clocking up followers in the flesh as a lot of what folks heard they felt in their chest and intuited as correct. This made them look sideways and those who’d keep it hid and thus a perpetual motion machine of enmity was built that would eventually be the end of him. Before this kicks they’d continually harass and defame him, accusing him of that and this. There really were no limits to sullying his reputation and most of these attacks originated with his old friends. I guess some things just don’t shift in this Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits, yes?
Before we progress I really want you stop and ponder, at length, the outline of this sketch. Here we have a man whose fondest yearning can be called nothing but purely spiritual and, having quenched his thirst, he wishes to offer the parched denizens of the desert of ignorance a sip. They are ready and willing but there is a powerful sect that wishes to prevent this from happening and will seemingly go to any length with their hounding and badgering of one whose wire was connected beyond this realm. This is actually quite common as things are so tightly controlled in this place where free will is the greatest illusion but that is another topic and I wanted to draw your attention to the fact that the 81/11/8 ratio I’ve often mentioned is actually as old as the hills. Get in where you fit in.
H hearts back to Mecca and this time there are hundreds with him as his message is spreading. What follows next are more pilgrimages to places distant and when he comes back people think he’s unhinged as he, like Tupac, starts speaking the lyrics of death and wants people to bring his life to an end. Now, the question is was he speaking of the flesh or the (false) self in his head? One poem went a little something like this:
“My friends, let rip. Kill me to death so I may live. Annihilation of my essence is the greatest gift you can give as my spirit tires of the flesh. Kill me, burn me. Fade these traces. Release their grip”.
That is something that anyone who has felt the unfinite essence of the true Self can attest and why I’ve said we’re here serving a life sentence of ignorance because the cost of wearing the flesh is as painful as it is seductive. And yet, like a melting snowman, so many hold onto the frozen chill as they do not recollect they were once the water that fell from the cloud that floats, high above them and is, in essence, them at their purest that they shall be once again. Can you imagine a man made of frozen water walking around with a heatgun trying to melt the rest? They’d Thunk he’s off his meds and yet, from this vantage, you’d get it real well. Can you apply that wisdom to your inherited ignorance? That is the question or is the OS inside your head not capable of being updated due to your own resistance?
On the streets his name rang bells and even those in the ivory towers had heard of him as those who ruled via the divine right of kings were enthralled by what this man of the people said as he railed against society which he felt pushed the dregs as the best and was testament to a people of fallen awareness, totally ignorant of the mess they were in. Shades of dry wiping on rear ends, yes? I have to say, the first time I discovered people actually did this, back when, the level of repulsion was so immense that I could scarcely believe it. And yet, it is. These days people will use chemically dipped and scented things on their rear ends as a bells and whistles version of what is simple – no bidet or pressure washer jet needed – but how many stop to think that the anus is exceedingly sensitive and thus they are doing an oddly inverted hookers and blow thing which will probably have long reaching health consequences in their quest for cleanliness thanks to keeping the pockets of corporate interests in lining. All thanks to ignorance. 81/11/8 strikes again! And thats before I mention whats going on with the microplastics, forever chemicals and Starbucks cups designed to make your balls fall off…
So, Hallaj was kicking the truth to the old and the youth and the 11% that sat at the helm didn’t like this one bit as they felt he was a threat to the good thing they had going before this drunken mystic showed up with his fresh lyrics that people were obviously feeling. Now, there is no doubt to anyone who reads his texts that he was, first and foremost, a Muslim as his faith is etched in everything he said and lived as you can check for your Self by reading the weighty tome titled “The Passion of al-Hallaj”. Thing is lies run sprints whilst truth is still getting out of bed and as all of these engineered uprising and fake protests attest people are as easily manipulated now as they were then by those who pull the strings and stand in the shade as they send agents of their Matrix in to prevent an organic lift of the burdens they stealthily placed upon the shoulders of the plebs. For some, reading, it will have clicked exactly what the red carpet is and what this symbolism truly reps as well as the links with the pigs who are more equal than the rest… Donkeys live a long time but noble steeds with wings fly high, above all of this but I’ll let you tell it.
It really is ironic that those who actually live the spirit of the lyrics are often condemned as blasphemous as sins are heaped upon their heads but it will serve you well to know this is one of the favored tricks of your Opponent as they always accuse others of what they themselves are doing or have done to them. Just ask JM. In many ways this is the nature of the Game, on this level, as we have genuine devils posing as false angels and many who profess a faith are actually Chapstick thespians whose gloss is on the surface in contrast to Hallaj whose shine came from within. Shades of Faka-Cola and the Real Thing, yes? Can you imagine life in that village if everyone tasted what the stranger touted and the uproar it would bring? That would not be good for business ergo they may just kill the tourist and expunge his testament from the record as they get back to business and say his was the fake and he’s in league with the Devil and countless other things. And yet, some would recollect the taste that cannot be replicated. Say, did you know that Coke legally import soccer fields of sniff into the US as thats the magical ingredient that gives its the special something hence “Vegetable extracts” is actually Pablos best friend with the active ingredient ditched. I wonder what they really do with the Three Billion Dollars worth of pure yay they bring into New Jersey, on the reg? Fuggedaboutit!
On a similar tip there were another bunch of heretics, back when, that swore up and down that Jesus was a shroom which brings the “Most High” designation to a new lens as the “Take this as my body and this as my blood” makes a load more sense when you consider the hallucinogenic rite as well as the drinking of urine of he who tripped as it still contains the experience, albeit at a minor strength for those not initiated. This also ties in, real well, with the true origin of Santa Claus as the reindeers were the ones that pointed it out to the Shaman, back when, who’d stick the shrooms up in the tree hence modern decorations and the outlawing of nature itself which is, if you think about it, really quite a strange thing. Not to mention the Assassins who offered their initiates a trip with the strongest hash you could get and played out a theatrical deception of many virgins awaiting them so they’d be in a rush to kill with no fear of death. You really have to admit, life is pretty strange in this realm if you take the whole thing in from a higher vantage but thats another 81/11/8 thing as only the latter third are truly capable (ie willing) to Do the Knowledge. al-Hallaj was this, times ten:
He didn’t just run the streets and freestyle words from beyond this realm, to anyone who’ll listen. No, he also pushed the pen and was super prolific on a variety of topics ranging from religious texts, mystical threads and his opinions on politics. Sadly, little of this survived. Do you wonder why? What did thrive was the works from others pens that were attributed to him and this is something I suspect is far more common than most think. I mean, what the hell are the chances of Platos works being “found” by a dude called Plethon who then went on to spearhead a movement that wished to bring these “ancient” lyrics to modern times where, saying them himself, would have been blasphemous but historical notes at a distance were acceptable. Food for thought, hopefully someone researches into this as I’d be willing to bet you’ll find things in the textual analysis that point to my hypothesis being correct as HIStory is written by the winners and there is but one crew with a grip around the neck of this realm on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits even though they present many false fronts designed to lure adherents in via various crafty tricks and deception.
What we did get from his pen is the Tawasin which is short but dense and will probably fly right over the chest of those who don’t Know the Ledge but, for me, I heard him on FM as he said:
“The Source neither grows nor does decrease and shines like a lamp with the light of the unseen. My eyes look upon and asked:
“Who is it?” to which it said:
“Thee for ye are me and we are one, in essence“”.
He even mentions the genesis of a nemesis when the Adversary they call Iblis did not genuflect and bow in front of the creation of man. But what did he actually say that made him this way and ended his chapter in the flesh but birthed a legend of which many are ignorant? Simple, he said you’ve got to strip away the BS and get back to your essence and once you’ve done this you’ll comprehend that its not blasphemous to say you are the divine in the flesh because its actually accurate. Imagine my surprise to see my own fresh concepts etched, back when, in ways almost identical. I guess it goes to show there is nothing new in this realm beyond layers of ignorance that distort the wisdom each child steps in with before a faulty OS is installed in the heads. For lifetimes I have been chipping away at this ignorance and here, now, on my last spin in the flesh it feels like I’ve made enough progress to truly Know the Ledge and the discovery of this seeker and his tale brings a type of solace as one man, alone, can claim delusion but when two point at the same thing in words and phrases nearly identical you can’t help but think you may be onto something. As opposed to just on something. That said, I always found it interesting how there was controlled experimentation in lab conditions where people tripped and came back reporting they’d met the same things with very similar effects and messages as well as various occult practices that involve combinations of mediation and sex that generate out of body experiences and a return to the essence. Not saying I’m of the caliber of Hallaj as that was his adventure in the flesh and this is mine but I find the links of interest as they attest that the problem of the Game we all play by inserting out Souls as credits is literally as old as the hills and this is something the Gnostics too said before they were hit with the old “Off with his head!” for being a threat. Getting back to his tale:
The word “Fana” means to strip away the resonance of the shell, the story in your head and retrace the steps of your pure consciousness from their state of Adulteration and back to the land of Inner Sense from where they spring. Its there where you find the divine sitting and one can’t help but smile at the curious jest of the flesh and the rest that happens as you stroll around a planet in a realm that is built from a teeny, tiny slice of the EM and then filtered through layers of ignorance and what society says they accept to form the treadmill which you step from your first to final breath and back again, should you wish to live and die in ignorance. This is what is meant by Chapstick thespians who are simply acting spiritual as a form of window dressing for the main attraction which is purely of this realm as they wish to be rich, adored, well sexed and have the best of everything. Good for them but the danger of man is one can delude himself with such strength that a special type of intoxication kicks in that will brook no questions or introspection as what it says is final. This is the (false) self. The voice in your head that many don’t comprehend isn’t them as they are that which listens, in silence. Or, to be more accurate, Psylense, as its the blindspot that makes vision possible but we all know the tale of the one eyed king, yes? The pretenders on the throne do not like these truths one little bit and, through the times, have worked hard to discredit, edit and keep hidden those who went against the grain of what was officially sanctioned then coined and minted to make a killing by selling the wisdom of ignorance to them who Know not they are immortal…
Hallaj said so many things like “Seeing with the heart of his eye” and the nature of his abdomen as it links to consciousness and these are truths to which I attest for the chest is the seat of Inner Sense (much like the head houses the (false) self) and modern science chimes in saying there are plenty of glial cells in the belly which cause to rise what we call gut feelings. The thing about a diamond is you can bury it in filth and try to keep it hidden but it cares not one bit as it shines, regardless and due to the alchemical process is beyond all of this. Some coals click and wish to know what makes it different but the polished pieces of glass that perch with pretense as they rule over kingdoms hate the really real, much like the greedy merchant. This is why he was killed hence speaking the truth in a world filled with fibs isn’t usually conducive with a peaceful existence but then the idea of going along with the common madness of those adjusted to such profound sickness is a fate worse than death for the mystic as you’d kill your essence whilst you live, in pieces and increments, until nothing is left but a life filled with laments and regret that usually pass, unexamined, as they are covered in coping mechs and various distractions.
As I write this I am surrounded by what I can only call pure evil that manifests with one intent through many faces. If I were to recollect what has kicked over the past six it would make the rest I’d shared fade into insignificance as its now Self evident that what I’m up against is not of this realm but, equally, its influence only exists upto the fifth dimension ergo they are intensely limited in contrast to the all of everything of which I am a fragment. You as well, my friend. You as well. Knowing this whilst living is the lifes work of the true adept but I simply cannot hang my hat on any rack that requires oaths and secrets as this is a personal thing and not something to be hidden under the exploitation of ignorance that is fueled by those who pledge to what they don’t comprehend and lose their Soul in the process hence the thirst to bring others in and feed a beast whose hunger never ends as it lacks the Prime connection it covets from those plugged in to its false creation on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.
Hallajs life and essence screams this to my awareness as when he said:
“I am the Truth”.
I Know he meant the same as what Jesus said with:
“Me and the Father are one”.
As there is but one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything in this realm and it is what we term pure consciousness that underpins all of existence and around it does all spin, in this realm and any you can mention ergo one who is Centered in Self can ascend and dip, as they wish, as they have the keys to the Kingdom but this requires a coherent brain, heart and chest so the electromagnetic resonance works best and one transcends the flesh, the stories in your head, the tension patterns of the Pane Body and the immense list of additives and daily stress that all work to poison the spirit and keep it locked in this realm as the wackest version of your Self. Tell me that doesn’t sound like hell? And yet, to many, its heaven sent. This is the land the Slave/Masters built and its denizens were formed in their image hence most folks minds are a mess as they strive to get ahead in an attempt to gain what they left in childhood where they were disconnected from their chest and moved into a state of Adulteration instead. The paradox of this is, like Platos Cave example, is that he who escapes from the shadow and flame to feel the sun on his face is often killed by those still plugged in, should he attempt to free them, because they Thunk what he says is blasphemous. You really have to hand it to the Opponent, he chose his hiding place real well. Billions served daily and so few comprehend they are the problem.
I couldn’t help but grin when I read his missive about the candle which said:
“That which shines is the knowledge of realness whereas the heat is the reality itself but only he who aligns with the burning can have said to have tasted the essence. The reality of realness”.
In many ways a lot of what we would ascribe to the Matrix as a prison of consciousness that is built on ignorance runs through his sentiment as well as my oft mentioned “Game of three halves” thing which means, like blind men with an elephant, people can argue without end as they think what they grasp is the whole thing but how few see the bigger pic and yet when those step in, capable of resonance, the world often kills, rejects or maligns them and gets back on with the business of living. Proof of a conspiracy, yes? For me the fingerprints of the Slave/Masters are all over this so I ask again:
If I am aligned to the divine what does that say about them?
The proclamation of his resonance with the Prime element and total identification with his object of veneration is thought to be the event that signed his death certificate. This is incorrect for whilst he did spend some time in the bing but before we get to this lets get back to Iblis:
He refused to bow in front of Adam, as the creation, for he saw this as contemptible. This was the perspective of Hallaj and, as you can guess, its more than a little blasphemous as it flips the common narrative of him being the one who was wicked into one so devout that he’ll accept any punishment rather than praise second best. No matter at whose behest. Shades of the Dark Knight, yes?
Its amazing how the black mirror, via its lens, plumbs the deepest recesses of the human collective before beaming it back in ninety minute increments that influence the masses by altering their resonance to inject new signals that alter the message for future generations. This, in and of itself, is an immense topic hence the ReelEyez aspect I really need to furnish with more attention and this I shall as we progress.
Satan as gods best friend is something I mentioned, back when, in one of our conversations as only one so close would take a job so thankless and yet, this too can be interpreted at various depths as I strongly suspect its he who is at the helm of the Slave/Master movement and its influence on this realm as this jibes with my perception they are limited at the fifth dimension aka the place of exodus and this too syncs with the Biblical text that says we wrestle not against flesh but principalities, wickedness placed well. I really do question the intent at the helm of this realm. Not just for the life I’ve lived and things I’ve Witnessed but the massive amounts of deception and suffering that are writ upon the faces of those of and not just in this realm for I Know I’m something else and thus just visiting and wearing the flesh as I sit, alone, in my four corner room in darkness typing this message to the masses in the hope they comprehend the shadows depth where the mystic swims and many madmen drowned in the attempt.
I can’t claim to lay my hands on anything that is certain or solid. Nor should anyone follow in my treads for this is my Soul, my adventure and my Path, in the end. I cannot be responsible for another and neither would I join any group or guild in such quest as that is the way to manipulation and corruption, par excellence, as the field of spiritual development is intensely personal and I pen these pages as testament for those who take their own trek with the intent of liberation. Be warned, the way is strewn with thorns and expect friends to wish you death as family conspires against. Not even where you rest your head will be safe from said threats and yet it is Self evident there is a force, above and beyond, them that scares them against which they dare not fully transgress beyond the constant half steps and various attempts designed to bring my life to an end. Speaking of which, here’s what happened to Hallaj, back when:
As mentioned, he had links with both elite and common and this was to be his undoing as the sands of power did shift and the new head the helm recollected his past allegiance and used this to place him in check by dumping him in a cell. They threw charges at him of various things with proof being thin to slim so he sat in the bing for ten as the people did protest. Therein he pushed the pen and was sentenced to death for once saying:
“Circumambulate the heart for the divine is within“.
That was it. A lot of people demonstrated against his execution but to no avail as those who have the gold make the rules. His murder was quite brutal and drawn out, in a sense, but one of his last statements stands as testament for he says the plebs that follow the crowd, so well adjusted to madness, are dumber than cattle. Nothing more than beasts of burden.
How little has changed in that respect. 81/11/8. Get in where you fit in.
Till we meet again
