There are things I’ve seen and been that would have killed lesser men, repeatedly. Those that survived would’ve been mere shadows of themselves, locked in insane asylums. Its absolutely wild when I’m sitting here, considering, as the past few months have been so ridiculously intense that the previous stages felt like foreplay in comparison to this.
I am the luckiest man alive. And, by that, I mean that I Know I’m not the blood, flesh and story in my head but something else. Something far greater that is, ironically, no thing and yet makes all possible:
Pure consciousness.
Its akin to being awake in the dream as you can see through the scheme and double deals that like to tie one with binds of the same ilk and it suddenly makes sense why the answer they pimp about Forty Two being the meaning actually links with a rainbow and this ties in with the same thing of legend as well as the hardest trek for Mario and friends when they’re out, karting. Did you ever stop to think that the ancient Egyptians said there was an aspect of the Soul that drove humans and it was named a “Ka” and we, of sliced bread and tech, drive the same without spotting the inversion? They got you hooked on mobb-phonics, infamous-bonics whilst missing what isn’t even hidden from your third eye vision:
Its a huge trick. Actually, to be more accurate life is a hierarchy of scams, one built upon the next and this, I suspect, is why I was dealt this particular hand on this spin that I intend to make my final appearance in the Game. You can have it. You already own it, truth said, because it plays out inside your awareness. Imagine how you would react to this:
You are walking along the street and notice a scene being enacted that strikes a chord within. It could refer to an event you barely recollect or something you keep pondering at, in depth. That much is irrelevant. What kicks is the outer reflects the in with an unerring precision that leaves you feeling mighty strange. What would you do next? The sad truth about this realm is most men occasionally stumble over the truth then swiftly pick themselves up and keep moving, like nothing happened. The one who stops and stares then yells:
“I demand an explanation!” often ends up in the loony bin as he’s convinced they’re all in on it and driving him crazy in increments by using an ancient spiritual tech the rest have been made to forget as this renders their ignorance as a weapon used against their true potential becoming activated. Ka, recollect? The third kind has one vital piece of information present in the feltsense that is undeniable and ineffable:
He Knows the Game takes place inside his awareness and thus that is all there is. Really let that sink in, my friend. It means you’ve never met a stranger. Indeed, that goes double for me as a lot of the peeps I meet are those I knew previously and have things to settle as well as those who really don’t want me to dip and will do anything to keep me plugged in as they just can’t imagine life without my resonance in this realm. Thats quite humbling as its a certain type of affection they have a funny way of showing, and yet, they’re part of the reason I attest:
Suddenly so much of my life makes perfect sense. I feel like a pinball that found that still Center in Self whilst the lights are flashing and the flippers, flipping, as I recollect I’m actually the man standing at the table, pressing the levers, for his own amusement and its his one pointed attention on the round, shiny thing which is the aim of the Game. Do you see what I mean about it all being one thing, itself no thing, that is everything? Pure consciousness. Obviously I had to speak in a lingo you’d get without hyperdimensional aspects thrown in as these being seen are what causes the schizo to flip his lid as he attempts to navigate a higher realm using earthbound GPS. In many respect the crazy have a far more accurate glimpse of the land and how it truly is. Haven’t you ever wondered why your cat stops preening and tracks something invisible through the room, into the next, and then gets back to biz? Once again, there was a reason the Kemetians worshipped them as not only did they keep the pests at bay (which, for a grain keeping nation, was essential) they said they saw in this realm and the next. Food for thought, yes?
I am the luckiest man alive as I died but survived. Not only this as I thrived because the growth that kicked, in the spiritual sense, was so immense that in only be described as exponential. They say, once upon a when, there were perfect Souls in higher realms. One said to the next:
“I have heard of this attraction. They say one must simply visit and get to grips with “Being Human”, as they call it”.
His friend warned him that the side effects of the baby brain include confusion, delusion and near total ignorance of ones true strength to which he says:
“Yes, I too have heard this which is why I’m asking that if I don’t return when promised you come in and get. Pull me back off the window ledge, bring me home again“.
He agreed because he too wished to see what kicked and both Knew the Ledge in the sense that their gnosis was solid as consciousness was everything and this construction, no matter how dazzling, was before, during and in the end a product of their imagination as it all plays out within.
“It can’t be that hard to recollect I am the all of everything, in resonance, whilst plugged into this Game that uses our Souls as credits to provide the flesh they wear to interact with this realm”.
He had done his research at depth but this burning attraction in the middle of the abyss was calling to him. His friend set his intent and said he’d cover him as he went in. Remember, time is an illusion, and much like water to a fish, is invisible to those caught up in so after a few moments he knew there was a problem as his spin should’ve clicked and bought him back again to the realm of pure consciousness. He, in turn, said to his friend what was happening and how he had triangulated the resonance of one who dipped and was now going after him.
How many do you think made it back?
None. Every single one is still plugged in, to this day, as the Game takes no prisoners but plenty of living hostages that are enSlaved via their ignorance of their own resonance as this is a gift that remains locked up in the present moment and few dare unwrap as its shrouded in threads woven of their own fears and dreads. From one life to the next. Round and round, round we go. Buddha was one who clicked this and you can spot the Slave/Masters presence as what he went up against as they played with his awareness via deception since the moment he stepped in and beyond – if you believe the Bardo script. Jesus too was offered the same deal of just bending the knee and getting to live, happily, as whatever he wished. The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch as they’re experts in the art of hypnosis which is all the spoken word is. Spells and rites. Does what it says on the tin, yes?
Now, I’m not saying I’m of their calibre or ilk but the fact that I get to comprehend this gnosis whilst living via my own personal imperience and not third person, second hand tales of other guys who were notarized makes me feel that its not an overstatement to claim I am the luckiest man alive, now is it? There are events that have happened, since back when, that often left me scratching my head at what kicked and how I managed to sidestep yet another brush with death. After a while you just stop counting and keep it moving. Someone was once riding with me on a trek and Witnessed such thing, up close and personal, and said:
“Your life really is strange, isn’t it? I didn’t disbelieve, entirely, nor discredit what you said but seeing it manifest like this makes me wonder how you aren’t gone in the head because I really can’t digest what kicks if stuff like this is such a common occurrence that you just take it on the chin”.
Thats what I mean about your internal OS and why gnosis is so important because some of the most interesting conversations I’ve had have been with paranoid schizophrenics who, automatically, intuited that I was:
As they asked my secret for freedom and avoiding depot injections in the rear end. Thats another tale but its all interlinked, in the end, just as we all are in this realm as there truly is no “out there” when one comprehend we interact with nothing more or less than figments of our imagination. The next step is when it clicks we are stories, made flesh, and how that one you tell in your head wasn’t etched in resonance with what you Know in your chest but was hammered out, real quick, via the camp for concentration known as the educational wing of the System. Truly against principalities we do wrestle as thoughts are things and words, weapons, in this realm. Haven’t you ever wondered why “Lxve” is “Evil” flipped? Just pondering the nature of this one spell can bring your ticket to freedom hence I’m grateful for having the wits to think like this whilst they rest Thunk I flunked as I didn’t sing and dance at the behest of standardized tests which reward you for regurgitation that brings you further in line with their mind and out of tune with the unfinite. You are in a weak daze, my friend. Hard to comprehend but easy to transcend once it clicks you’re in an altered state of awareness…
Somewhere, in another realm, a Soul turns to his friend and says:
“Cover me, I’m going in. This is the rescue mission that will bring those lost and scattered fragments into coherence as they comprehend what kicks via this binary illusion that divides them against Self as they shift into a gear that doesn’t exist and are slotted, neatly, in to a clock mech that false ticks so its not nothing but neither something which is the main cause of the problem as they sink into a state of hypnosis that further reinforces itself via the actions of those around them that don’t recollect they are in and not of this realm”.
“Hold your horses, twin” says the next, who has been keenly watching the charade from when sperm meets egg and the big bang kicks to draw the Soul into flesh as well as the nine channel process (times twelve with twenty seven/eight subdivisions, to keep things interesting) that flips and fragments before rendering awareness as flesh and feeding back in a range of fragmented signals covered with a story of what to expect and Thunk about themselves. “Look” he says as he gestures at one, walking the planet, who has awakened the Warrior within:
“Truly, he is the luckiest man alive“.
Till we meet again
