A while ago a man did an experiment. He took a single celled organism and watched it do what it does. Do you know what that was? Dancing. Expansion, contraction, moving to a rhythm. The natural desire of life is to unfold into its environment but it does so in increments and this testing of boundaries creates a feedback loop of enlargement, regression and in continuance with each new level being the base from which the next springs. It really is quite beautiful and seeing as we’re in a fractal its extremely easy to extrapolate to all living things as they all follow the same intrinsic pattern. Children illustrate this best but then, around six years in, something happens. Actually, the roots of it were laid well before then and we’re Witnessing the presence of the weeds choking out the edenic bliss of Inner Sense. After that its all about folding in because we get to know this Devil, real well. So well, in fact, that we start to believe we’re it and woe betide anyone who dares suggest this is a state of hypnosis and one of the greatest confidence tricks the world has ever seen as it replies with one voice but 8 billion lips ergo the level of noiZ is immense… Folding in versus opening out. Back to the experiment:
Just for fun the scientist started poking and prodding at the amoeba on the reg. Can you guess what happened? Yep, it was stressed. It tentatively checked one or two more times and then decided “This is a hostile environment” and resigned itself to second best. This is, in effect, a Slaves life.
How does one overcome this rather pernicious state of programming that is par for the course on this level of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits? Simple. By having fun with it. Next time that voice in your head is whining, stressing, yelling or generally engaging in theatrical deception as a psychospiritual ventriloquist I want you to take the statement and rephrase it as a question and then pretend its the child you talking. Imagine an age, dream up a situation that seems to fit and let that old and wasted muscle of imagination get to pumping. For example:
“Nobody likes you. Keep your mouth shut” becomes:
“Who likes me? When have I been praised for speaking up?” and then list the examples.
Simple as that, the trance is broken. Hooray! The wicked old witch is dead. Well, not yet, she’s just resting because she’ll be back with a vengeance as she needs to be fed by Adulterating your consciousness and its done by poking and prodding at the tenderness that, once upon a when, started contracting more than expanding. Basically you have to become your own parent and offer that advice, the hug, the encouragement you didn’t get as the wounded womb hurts the seeds its births out of ignorance. This tip is so immense and sensitive that it usually gets a great many women up in their feelings. Funny how the truth has a tendency of doing this, isn’t it?
The saddest thing about life isn’t death. Its what meets its end whilst you’re still in the flesh and how few heed the call to adventure to rescue the child within and bring them and their abundant resources into the present moment. Its why when I ask:
“Would you rather be rich or fearless?” most pick the ends till they stop and think about it and it becomes Self evident that if they didn’t have the brakes jammed on so well they’d be super creative and make way more of worth via imagination and the confidence it brings when you know you’re the best thing since sliced bread and able to prove it. Its a familiar newness. Many drugs attempt to approximate bits of it. The lack of this sensation is the worst kept secret of the wealthy and why its so common to see spirals into addictions, perversions and problems as they now have the budget to pretend they are fully expanded but, deep down within, the kink in the hose pipe of their consciousness is still stuck and suffering due to the poking and prodding life presented. That is why some of the strongest people in this realm have nothing you could point at as accolades or even skills but that is because you don’t see beneath the surface as it takes a heck of lot to have been abused, neglected and rejected on the reg but still carry a spirit of nurturing compassion that is generous and done for the image making but because you truly wish to protect and help those who know the shadows depth. On the flip a lot of people have these personalities imprinted into them as an overlay of consciousness which is actually akin to viral replication which opens up a whole nother cascade of thinking about what floats above man as the true apex predator of this realm aka the Slave/Master effect.
Much like everything there are ways and schemes just like most have hopes and dreams and what I mean by this is some voluntarily fold in. Its actually the basis of all true meditation and this skill has been lost in the ages and now is a field filled with navel gazing obfuscation that delivers nought of the original intent hence why I prefer the term Journey instead as each time a Warrior delves into Self they bring back something to up their resonance. An excellent boxing coach laid the groundwork for this as the role of a pugilist is the ultimate moving meditation as when you are in that zone of the flow state it becomes obvious that the art of elusive aggression is that of hitting without getting clipped and this brings an immense buzz that must be felt and imperienced to comprehend. He said:
“We are stealing apples. Your Opponent keeps them on his face, chin, ribs and anywhere else you can hit. Remember, you can’t eat until you bring it in and we are stingy so we want to ensure we starve him whilst we’re well fed“.
Rhythmic poetry that hammered the point home, real well, that hands should always, always, always rest in a guard position (folding in) until it comes time to uninhibited expansion (opening out) at a point when its least expected as this generates the most dramatic effect as a fighter must be exciting and confident. Two traits, once again, that every single child has in abundance. In many respects most peoples lives were a sixth round knockout and they give up the ghost and spend the rest going through the motions with no emotion as the Soul has been drained out of them. Call it how you wish, can you deny what I’ve said? Better yet, can you actually admit it? Even to your Self? In private? If so then congratulations. You may just have a Warrior within that you can quickly awaken by recollecting the state of opening out as another interesting hint is that fear is actually a street sign on the way to power and not time to call it quits.
Once you start mastering your energetics life becomes very, very interesting because you comprehend exactly how much of a mind Game this is as you up your res and what comes next means you’ll either lose your mind or get your vibe right because, in the end, they’re one and the same thing. Lets pretend we have two amoebas. One has been poked and prodded since he was born, the other has done as he wished in an environment that was encouraging. Both are “living” in the technical sense but I’m sure everyone would agree that one actually exists and there is a world of difference, yes? Imagine if we could upload the past of the opening out one to the folding in version. Do you think it would ever, voluntarily, go back to its old way of doing things or would it take to the familiar newness of a state it secretly missed since it dimmed like water and fish as it gets its groove back and starts moving with a pimp step, slick talk and lust for life that is most libidinous.
Freud, as well as being wrecked off his tits on that sniff, was actually correct about his basic premise as life is all about sex and thats why its used to sell everything but the act itself is pure power, manifested, as it contains the potential to encase another Soul in flesh and that, if you truly think about it, is an immense trip as you are, quite literally, the closest equivalent to god that infant will know in the flesh and its so easy to mess up the blueprint you etch if you haven’t done the Knowledge as you’ll fall back to your training which, ten times out of ten, came from parents Adulterated aka amoeba poked with a stick, back when, who hated it and yelled:
“When I grow up I’ll never be like them” at the sheer unfairness but ended up doing exactly the same thing. Its often why your uncle is so much cooler than your father and why the boy who wasn’t embraced by the tribe when growing will burn the village to feel its warmth instead. This loops back in to what I mentioned about those who have endured abuse, most horrific, as some use the help as a coping mech, others as a lure for fresh victims under the guise of assistance but a tiny, tiny percent used those cracks to release the ghost in the shell and this leads back to those who voluntarily fold in and come face to faceless with their true essence and, in many respects, its only here that the Game truly begins as one starts to comprehend the inherent nature of the illusion in which dreams are for sale to a people, sleepwalking.
Imagine if that life sentence read:
“Comprehend the inherent nature of the illusion in which dreams are five sale three a people, sleepwalking”.
Ain’t that new frame of reference? Better yet, instead of strolling around in a weak daze awaiting getting weakened what if five rays were a “Strength” and those two of relief and celebration were when you were “Strengthened”? Lets keep lacing because lets pretend that you knew what do with your waist and thus no longer wasted the gift you were presented with… Its so Devilish, friends.
Thing is folding in is akin to Self Destruction and feeling a little something is better than the total numbness to which you’ve became accustomed. Its only when one does the flip that the previous coping mech is rendered visible. This is the each one, teach one principle because if you ever meet someone who keeps its really real and tells you when you’re Fing up and you don’t catch feelings but actually listen and implement then you are on the fast track to success. That spell always makes me laugh as it does exactly what it says on the tin when it comes to winning in the standard mode of thinking:
Consume poop. Get it? Suck, cess. Suddenly the concept of “brown nosing” makes a load more sense as well as why the most incompetent people are promoted along with the general nature of nepotism and the old boy network in which true skills must take a distant pedestal to playing the Game. I don’t know about you but I simply can’t do that. Patrice O’Neal is a great example of a modern philosopher slash opposite of tap dancer. Now even he will admit he tried them shoes on but they didn’t fit and then he just let rip and opened out wherever he could get some airtime and this is what made him an immortal legend in his death as his wisdom is timeless, unfiltered and very entertaining. Imagine if they’d cut a cheque – would that have happened or would he have been forced to reign it in and sing the secret corporate narrative in which certain things can and others can’t be mentioned otherwise there will be repercussions. If you’re ever wondering why a struggling artist hit a lick and then lost that indefinable “it” you’ve just came across the reason. Especially if they keep getting pushed along with a media blitz promising another classic as the bought and paid for pundits read scripts in order to influence the rest. This really is the most subtle type of amoeba experiment and its totally invisible to most but obvious to a few as we live in an era of false social proof and carefully curated images that often have little to do with reality but no one dares admit the Emperor is undressed as the grift is so immense that they’d rather believe the hype than their lying eyes. Just like people driving of a cliff, back when, because the GPS said.
Welcome to the realm where the inmates, long ago, took over the asylum and should one fly over the cuckoos nest and wind up Knowing the Ledge they’ll either be co-opted, threatened and possibly killed mentally, physically or spiritually as that serves a dual purpose of keeping the rest in check and running the treadmill with no questions asked as they want in and the rewards it brings. Plenty of your faves have gave up their rear ends and this isn’t to cast aspersions or couch what I’m saying as something else because there are others who step in and have their Inner Sense stolen via a process of spiritual theft that is most insidious as this allows a vampiric type of control mixed in with an energetic leeching that paves the way for coping mechs and addictions can then be exploited for further leverage. There truly is no depth to which the clique won’t sink to get one over on anyone they see as a threat but, just like ice, there is a limit beyond which they can’t sink as its the lowest vibration you can get. In that example the amoeba is akin to a brick and they take these dead, lifeless aspects and stack them up to a create a macabre spectacle which is a corpse party, par excellence aka the old zombie effect in which something has been hollowed out from within and is little more than a meat puppet. “Hat racks” as a friend of mine in the biz used to call them. Some things in reality are stranger than fiction but the amazing thing about lies accepted as fact, without checking, is that one requires deception to slip in a truth without the detectors flapping hence why doing the Knowledge is essential as some things can’t be said direct but must be impressed in bits and pieces so you can weave your own narrative in this adventure you create via the level of introspection you’re willing to apply to the shadows depth.
Till we meet again
