We Live in a Hyper Contracted World

We live in a hyper contracted world. Doesn’t matter what you pick from you, your mind, your life, politics, religion and any of the rest. Its all contracted. Hyper contracted. This is our society. A mess, isn’t it? Best believe it was designed this way as it serves another intent and purpose that we may examine at some point but the interesting this is its only an option. One from many. The rest they don’t tell and most never thinking of seeking and thus your children inherit your Patterns and ways of doing things and on rolls the contraction and all the coping mechs it brings to deny what is obvious. What is this invisible force that is acting upon us from so many angles and aspects? A war that is waged on many fronts and simultaneous and yet is all aimed solely at one target. You. Specifically your awareness, your presence, your Inner Sense.

See, once that internal light can be dimmed then they know they can sell lightbulbs, electric bills and all types of inventions and things that are designed to approximate what is lacking. I’ve compared this before to those poor third world children whose parents break their legs upon birth so their begging from tourists is more effective. Thats hyper contraction at its finest and don’t think the West is above this because what they do to their own seed is far more pernicious and damaging as they stunt their mental expression. Why? Adulteration. “Be like me” is the vocal command and whats never said out loud is “Even though I don’t like me“.

Dare you step in front of the machine if you had beef with the way it is? How many people do you think would run to the defense of the System that has them in its grip as living hostages? Billions, I’d bet. Easily. Know why? A total lack of Knowledge of Self. For example:

Back pain has very little to do with slipped discs, trapped nerves or muscles spasms. Thats an entire crock and the whole field is corrupt and staffed with people who are either idiots or complicit in the deception. Simple as. Why do I say this? Because of what they’ve ignored and then reject if its pointed out to them. This one area is a perfect example of what I mean by hyper contraction because one of the things that clicked during my near death experience was that my Soul exited via the sacrum with an anti-clockwise spin. Its one of those things I noticed as it happened and thought it was very interesting because the implications were if this process of manifestation was blocked or impeded in any way then the result would be an agglomeration of tension.

Picture it like plumbing. If the pipes are nice and big then the energy is free flowing but if there is a kink or suppression then you have a problem because the pressure will build and meet resistance which manifests as… Yep, you guessed it. Back pain.

All of those impingements you feel from below the neck are actually trapped emotions that you’ve never faced, vented or dealt with. Let them go and what the shift happen. I noticed that when I stopped my practices I felt what can only be described as a crustification. As the term suggests what was once fluid and free started shifting in its resonance and thus it went from totally living to mostly dead in terms of energetic presence, Self awareness and circulation. It ended up like a callous upon the surface and thus I couldn’t access the depths as the only thing I was actually in contact with was totally numbed to protect me from the pain that was under it. That was absolutely fascinating and thus when I got back on the Path I put my mind into the depths of this location and felt a huge yell belt from my lips as my body started automatically flailing and shaking. After there was a huge stream of relief with increased ease and this made it obvious that the root cause of all of our problems in this realm is due to this hyper contraction.

Another interesting facet was that my creative whims and impressions dimmed. This was absolutely amazing because I don’t believe in forcing it nor do I have a clue what I’ll transcribe when I push the pen because its like something glimmers within and I align and capture it. These events can come from the strangest inspirations, random tangents or due to conversations as well as when I’m in the midst of other things. This is because the path at the base of my spine where my Prime awareness pours in is open and unimpeded to its resonance to the chest and head aka the Three Kingdoms bka the bright lights of Eden. When it wasn’t I noticed that as there were things that I’d look at and think “That should be inspiring” and yet nothing was happening. If you’ve never felt this you won’t click what you’re missing because of a life lived in ignorance but if you know, you know and this was the most dramatic shift as I recommenced my practices as the prose was flowing.

We look at a child, sitting at the desk, surrounded by crayons and with a look of intense – yet effortless – concentration on their dish. Maybe their tongue is poking out – this actually focuses the mind very well and shifts activity from the left hemi to right for drawing – as they are in the state I mentioned where inspiration is pouring and they must capture the impression. How many of those Adulterated do you see like this? Often the ones that still can also can’t function in the world as it is and tend to have problems with substances as well as they find themselves bruised and delicate by a world so harsh and unfeeling. Van Gogh was a perfect example of this and only now we have tech does it become obvious that the man was on a whole nother wavelength as his famous swirls and patterns are identical to the cosmic background radiation.

Imagine if we just let the children lead for a couple of generations. Let their intuition reign free. I bet religion would vanish, super quickly, along with a lot of division and conflict that comes from contraction because they’d build lives which facilitated their blossoming instead of being numbed just like their parents as they carry on a tradition which isn’t in their best interests.

Why is this?” you may be wondering. Its simple, really. Anyone who is hyper contracted is already in a state of loss that they dare not acknowledge and anything that threatens that status seems like it can only go one way and thus is a thought they can’t bear thinking, even if it brings them back to Inner Sense. The other side effect of this induced state is that the fear to act is great and thus the people become passive, accept what they get and generally become docile thanks to the state of learned helplessness. If you garnish this crappy dish with as much bread and circuses as they can handle via countless distractions, the charade of politics and the illusion of freedom as well as sanctioned texts that promise everything you what elsewhen (if you’ll do whats said, without thinking) but no practical solutions to make life more tolerable in the present moment then you get the world as it stands at the moment. Hyper contracted. In every aspect.

Like I said, there are other options. The Path of Power is one such thing and, for me, its super effective because I practice what I preach when it comes to practical metaphysics ergo getting physical is an immense component of it as the body is but a denser aspect of the mind and when there is coherence then the flow state is evident and one notices that Adulteration is a symptom of being well adjusted to socially sanctioned madness. Ask your Self, would you rather be accepted and miserable or happy and exiled? These are the options because the emotionally deadened who are just going through the motions will gladly prep for your crucifixion if you point this out to them because, and this where the paradox kicks in, they need their symbols of hope to escape the suffering but don’t click that the very agents who handed their ancestors this are the same ones that sprinkled the seeds of Adulteration in their natural state of Inner Sense and thus they propagate their suffering from one generation to the next.

You don’t have to be crazy to incarnate on Earth but most of the inmates are stark raving.

Till we meet again

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