You’ve heard me mention before about blossoming out or folding in, yes? I’ve also stated how trauma, repetition and symbols are the main sources of manipulation in this realm but lets take a side quest for a moment with some more grist for the mill as we check the resonance of healing, feeling, masking and deceiving.
The latter pair are on display for the world to see via the most socialist of medes. The former two, in their reality, are often done far away from a screen with a great amount of privacy as it takes a lot of strength to look within with a bit of tenderness instead of constantly hammering away at a dish in the kitchen that never, ever meets your expectations. Thats the definition of insanity, you know? Like I’ve said elsewhen:
If what was in your head worked well then your life would reflect and be perfect.
Well, is it? This is the strangest thing about this realm and the people therein as they are so well adjusted to such immense social sickness that to question it is to be seen as outsane which, once examined, really hints that the inmates took over the asylum and normalized their brand of crazy which means that the so called schizo may actually view life with a clear lens which is a very profitable avenue of research for those willing to do the Knowledge. Back on trend:
Grab a pad and pen (or phone app if you insist as its not as effective but better than nothing) and note down your daily thought routines, inner talk, commentary, feelings and the rest then, at night before you get into bed, take a glimpse over it. I know, for most its quite horrifying as they would never, ever treat their best friend like this and yet they beat themselves up in their head on the reg whilst fronting for the rest that life is perfect. See what I mean about straight up nuttiness masquerading for mental health in this realm? I came from a place where dysfunction and coping mechs were par for the course but the interesting thing about broken people is they know whats in their head is a mess and thus are willing to play around with the variables they possess in order to create a better hand from the deck. Those a bit higher up the socioeconomic standard or, interestingly, with a few academic credentials are frequently so rigid that they’ll do anything to keep a distance from this aspect and will often deny it exists whilst simultaneously displaying all the ins and outs as expected. Social media, with its normalized narcissism for the new generation, is full of this as everyone wants to shine but are allergic to the grind.
Healing and feeling can only happen in one place at one time:
Here and now.
How often are you there, on an average day? Like the businessman who was mentioned in passing that spent his days hopped up on pep pills, caffeine and cigarettes with a bottle of wine downed in his mansion as he sat there rueing the one that got away but was mad reluctant to bring any change to his Game. No matter how much he hated it. I actually do get his drift though as he intuitively sensed that he was under so much inner tension that to move one variable would be like the old Kerplunk thing and might cause him to lose his marbles so best to keep on pushing along the psychosocial treadmill as it allowed him to afford a better class of distractions and the accolades and respect from work was enough to take off the edge and keep him distracted. This is a great case of masking and deceiving because he was, in the end, attempting to fool his Self via this mode of living but it was another guy that came close to his win and then slipped as the donkey wasn’t supposed to eat the carrot tied to his head as that would signal the end of the ass whooping that kept him going. When he did stop and glance within he was reborn as a man who treks jungles and such things which, handily in this modern age, can be monetized as there are plenty watching that covet what you do but refuse to do for Self.
Much like porno, in that sense, which you could apply to those ninety minute machines of empathy generation designed to scratch an emotional itch versus the craving for physical friction. It really is a weird world from where I’m sitting and taking in the scene as I’m still tripping over the whole walking around a planet wearing flesh deal as this rock hurtles through a vacuum in its quest to chase a fireball. Thats such a wild thing and all of these crazy sprinkles along with loads of other bits and bobs provide more than enough grist for the mill of my thought experiments but lets get practical for a moment:
After you’ve got around a months worth of observations start looking for Patterns of thought and then categorize them so you Know what you go to when stressed, depressed or elated then try something else. Better still, feelsee into those states and see which memories and events you recollect and work backwards to an emotion of bodily sensation as you sit with it and breathe. See what happens in your mind and flesh then mediate it with a sense of acceptance and its amazing how many new options can unfold as old blockages start to melt. This is the oft mentioned straight line in Tetris moment and its quite amazing once imperienced as the next logical steps of deduction hint that the Game plays out inside your awareness which loops us back to the absurdity of “being human” as its such a ridiculous premise that I can see why they call coming to Earth the cosmic jape factory because without amnesiac gods that believe they’re something else how else would this five sensory funfair of the flesh function?
Masking and deceiving is really easy because it fits like a second skin. How odd that very few stop to question whats under the callous, yes? They just accept the Pane Body overlaid on their Earthday Suit and keep on half stepping along the psychosocial treadmill that sings “Work, buy, consume, die” from one life to the next. I got ninety nine problems but this ain’t half the one it used to be and I’d be willing to bet that slipping its surly grip is what opened up my awareness to think like this with no chemical assistance or mood alteration as there was a time, back when, that me and my coping mechs were best buds due to the feeling of release they’d bring until it clicked that in between the life I was living and me when I was chilling there was a tiny, quiet slice of the authentic that was being heavily suppressed under the weight of ignorance. The irony was that I thought I knew myself well when, in reality, the best place to keep something hid is the last place you’d go looking for it as its laced with fear and dread.
This is why I can speak on such things as I live my lyrics and what I push the pen on comes from the chest and is based on imperience because, in the end, we’re all here serving out a life sentence. Sure, to some, that may seem like a dim tinted kind of view about wearing the flesh but if you could only comprehend the true nature of the ineffable that exists beyond here you’d regret you ever left. Isn’t that ironic? Souls can’t wait to get here and when they arrive they amuse themselves to death as an attempt to assuage the pain of living a life, inauthentic and unexamined. Wild.
Try rolling a dice. Thats a great way of sensing the true nature of the mask you don’t even realize you’re wearing as it may seem fake at first but when you get used to the live action role play it becomes Self evident what the Bard said about the world being a stage is perfectly accurate but most are entirely ignorant as to who pushed the pen to write their lifes performance…
We are in a weird place at the strangest time and odder still is the fact that so many of you just accept this all without question. In many ways that shows just how effective the System is with its programming and keeping people looking anywhere but within as this realm is filled to the gills with false promises and solutions that never manifest as expected. Like Ozempic. People are walking around looking thin and washed in direct contrast to the “body positive” image pimpery the media sings whilst those that can afford it nip and tuck like hell as the rest filter and edit themselves to death after taking a million pictures and picking the best to present a narrative to the plebs, watching. This, it may surprise you to learn, is the exact process happening inside your head, in a sense, which is why I’ve said most are little more than living hostages that comprehend not the shadows depth. There is a very easy way to prove or disprove this and it involves sticking a roll of paper to your wall and marking a long line with born on one end and ten on the next then filling in the details.
Most people are surprised to realize that decade in the flesh edited down to a sizzle real of around eighteen months plus even those memories may not be accurate and are often fabrications or third person recreations. Tomorrow people, where is your past? This is a deeper topic but you know I like to lace my Warriors with Game because we aren’t trying to get ahead, its all about the heart with its greater wavelength as it Knows (capital K, strikes again!) which is why if I ask you if you are the best or wackest version of your Self on a scale of one to ten you are aware, in an instant, of exactly where you sit.
Well? Now you Know, what are you gonna do about it?
Till we meet again
