To a fish the water it swims in is as invisible as time is to man because we move through the medium that creates the resonance that is decoded by said apparatus in order to create our existence. This world works on the principles of binary opposition as exemplified by Yin and Yang where one sees, first hand, how the opposite contains and equal that creates the whole song and dance. The point in the mid, however, is invisible and inferred via presence and this is the famous Witness you’ve heard me mention that makes all things manifest. Stop and think:
Without that bit to create spin the rest of the motion is impossible, yes?
This is how essential you are to this dimension because without you, here, now, on this planet none of this exists. For the Adulterated this may seem a tad preposterous or the ramblings of one whose ego is immense but its actually the truth that becomes Self evident once you do the Knowledge or just simply notice the resonance of a child who has just stepped in and hasn’t yet been programmed by the System which aims to drive a wedge between the Witness and Inner Sense in order to introduce a mind filled with ADHD chimps that manifest as voices which say that and this whilst convincing another inhabitant that running the treadmill will solve the ills that they inherited from their parents even though they did, for a lifetime, and are still miserable.
Make that make sense and you’ll see why I developed this mindset as I’ve kicked it with a heck of a lot of people in this realm and asked the most Soul probingly deep questions to a range of people whose life and imperience is so varied that some you’d cross the street if you happened to meet (even in broad day) whilst others you’d do whatever it takes just to have a cup of tea with slice of cake as you bask in their magnificence. All smoke and mirrors, my friend. Total illusion as underneath the shiny veneer they present I discovered a lot of the same problems but they could afford a better class of distractions and were surrounded by yes men that swiftly nodded their heads and kept cashing the cheques they’d get for ensuring the emperor never, ever realized he was naked.
Me? I’ve more of a bull in a china shop type flex as I’d ask whatever it was I wanted answered with no thought to the consequence and because the questions were asked with no ill will or bad intent it nearly always went quite well because, in the end, who doesn’t want to talk about themselves and learn something in the process? I discovered how many are miserable, how few actually give an F as they’re saturated in coping mechs along with plenty of bread and lashings of circuses as well. Things like this, as I upped my res, led me to question the ins and outs of this whole “wearing flesh on a planet thing” as I’d been aware for a minute that I am, in my essence, pure consciousness and thus just visiting this realm. Here’s where it gets interesting:
What if I were to say there is no bad or good – just energy.
A lot would point at all the suffering in this realm and the unchecked wickedness along with a zillion other things and, in many ways, they would be quite correct as this place is going to hell in a handbasket, no doubts needed. But, then again, you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs and there is a reason why this simple dish is the ultimate test of a chefs skills just like drawing a perfect circle is the same for an artist. There is a method to the madness. A plan in progress. Now, granted, there are immense layers of subterfuge, deception, double binds and triple crosses in the quest for gnosis as everyone promulgates their way is the best and they’ll extract all types of oaths and promises with varying degrees of menaces but that stuff is for the birds as, in the end, no one can die for you ergo none can live your life either. Really let this sink in. Marinate and breathe this fact to your depths because I recently linked a vid in which Richard Pryor said some of the realest things I’d ever heard because he made us laugh outside but inside was a sad man whose tears didn’t end and thus manifested as all types of addictions and self destruction.
Where I’m from thats so common that it goes without question and thus I’d eagerly question the nine AM fiend that was clucking for a fix with eyes rimmed red what he gets from the whole thing and the answers were ridiculously honest as a) I provided a distraction from the jonesing and b) it was always interesting and this leads us to the main topic:
To become a Warrior one must move beyond good and evil. These polar opposites are a great way of playing both sides against the mid but, as I said, you are this ergo to pick a side means you’re at war with your Self which pre-supposes a false aspect and this leads us back to Adulteration and Inner Sense. Check it:
A childs emotions are intense and unchecked. They call it how they see it and thus can be gnashing and wailing one moment and next they’re all grins as these states of resonance only exist for ninety seconds without psychological investment. Run that back again and let it temper as we check an old parable:
Two monks were rolling along the strip and they came upon a damsel in distress. The young adept immediately felt the vows he’d taken flash in his head and the code of conduct as well and thus was quite surprised when the elder picked up the girl and solved her problem before they were gone with the wind and went on with their trek. He kept ruminating on this for quite a distance and seeing as both were not strangers to quiet contemplation there was naught amiss until the nagging sense of incorrectness within caused the discipline to turn to his friend with the bald head as he said:
“Master, we have taken vows to not touch a women and yet the one we met who couldn’t cross the stream due to the bridge being broken was swiftly hoisted in your arms and taken to the other end. I am perplexed why you did this and simply can’t fathom the logic and reasoning” to which the elder looked with a Zen grin and mentioned:
“I set her down ages ago, it appears you are still carrying her in your awareness“.
Thats beyond good and evil because a lot of us beat ourselves up in our heads like Ike smacking out a high note performance but would never, ever think of treating a friend like this and things like this made me realize, back when, that the best relationship one can foster in this realm is with Self as that is, in the end, all there is. Some may walk alongside you for a while and that is great if it happens but if thats not part of the equation and you allow your glow to dim and sink down into the polarized depths this causes all types of problems as the core programming of life is to give what you expect and this is why winners win and losers whine online. Actually, the really realest that truly live their bliss and place the crown upon their own head don’t give much of an F about the whole digital performance as they’re too busy living their lyrics to care about the lets pretend which, if you stop and think about it, is testament to what I said as most people truly do not like themselves. See the White Room experiment that had Souls running for the hills swearing to never, ever do that again whereas the one who as awakened the Warrior within relishes the solitude for it clicks that ye are neither Yan nor Ying but both in the same instance as a well as a heck of a lot more than ever imagined by those living the life, unexamined.
Along the way there have been some moments that were especially tense as I folded in upon my Self and that was to bring to my attention a kink in the hosepipe of consciousness that was dented, back when, and bring some unwinding to optimize the flow again and thus one ascends to a higher state of consciousness. Until you do it all again. Really, there is no end to the refinement as you keep increasing your resolution as I have always mentioned and this creates even better thoughts and questions until you are in a state of perpetual motion where all you can do is grin at the sheer ridiculousness of walking around on a planet, wearing flesh and watching the rest run the treadmill when what they hope to escape and are seeking are actually identical and both rest within but via differing labels. That may seem a tad metaphys so lets back it up a bit as I smack your bish up with this:
What weighs more? A kilo of anvils or feathers? Better yet, if you wished to ascend, which one would be best to assist with the optimal placement? Thoughts are things, my friend, and this is why I have such a great track record of changing minds with conversations as its simply a case of moving the assemblage point of the Witness and watching as life recodes itself to the new resonance. Let me give you an example:
Have you ever heard the phrase that you get what you expect? There was a jit we knew, back when, that was as ugly as one could be as he didn’t so much fall out of tree of facial harmony but he took a swift beating with each step as his dish was a mess. And yet he constantly stayed with fresh tens in his rotation and we were puzzled as to how the hell he did it. Now, that whole convo is a topic in and of itself but it showed me how the world has two roles:
Opponent and Victim.
Take away the energetics you’ve attached to these labels and think of the deal as active and passive or leading and following. As you will start to comprehend this is the shell Game to end all of them and why I laugh at the politically correct who argue semantics as the obviously do not get what flew over their chest as they’re locked in a cell on the left side of their head being force fed labels in lieu of imperience. Thats one of lifes greatest hustles – billions served daily… Do the Knowledge, my friend. Now, what this means is, like the Yan and Ying, you have an masculine and feminine principle as this is what creates the spin that manifests as orbits of the planets, sex and the binary operation of a computer chip that makes it possible for you to read this text and everything else you can imagine. In reality there is only the number one and its absence as the rest are aspects of multiplication of this essence and even that is an illusion in this realm because… Ah, that one is too mind bending to mention so we’ll leap to that tangent elsewhen as I want to keep this simple and give you something you can apply to your own life and awareness by the end of the session.
Pryor said a lot of people live other peoples lives as its simple. Of course it is as no effort is needed and thus one attempts to tick the “Supposed To” boxes that everyone else did even though most of them were still miserable wrecks awash with coping mechs and saturated with ignorance of what truly kicks. Such is the life of a square watermelon, yes? The moment you comprehend the trick, the principle of spin and the still, quiet point in the mid I call the Witness which, itself, hints about the Psylense that makes all possible then you are simply a man/woman/whatever concept in which you invest as a way of validating your illusion and thats fine and dandy. One question though:
Is it working?
Meaning do you leap out of bed with a spring in your step, grin on your lips and song in your chest? If not would you be willing to sacrifice this sacred cow of a lifetimes investment by scalpelling it with the surgical precision of relentless introspection? Why? How does the thought make you feel? Victim, meet Opponent.
Can you imagine if you, instead, reframed it as a challenge because then you may just discover what you don’t know you don’t know and thats where the magic happens as you can shift to a point beyond good and evil which is ultimately the Path to which mans quest for meaning is pointing. Most will never, ever to do this as they are simply too comfortable and numb to give a single, solitary F. Others like fighting too much so they can embrace the light and project the darkness on a nebulous (and ever shifting) “Them” without comprehending they are the only Soul on the planet and thus they’re wrestling phantoms after having given them their lifes current which is mad ironic, when you think, because like a tree that is fell with no Witness to take it in the vibrations resonate but no sound is made.
Once again, that is how important you are to whole shebang. Isn’t that empowering? Imagine if you Knew this with a capital K. How different would you feel? In which ways would life shift? Wouldn’t each and every one of your trigger moments now seem patently ridiculous?
Thats being beyond good and evil, my friend. This doesn’t mean you roll around like those goofies that get treat like a bish and think its some type of accomplishment that they’re not reactive when, at a depth, they’re actually seething within and manifest this place somewhere else as misplaced aggression like the time I saw an oh so spiritual yoga teach scream and yell whilst road raging at someone else as I waved a cheery hello and accelerated into the distance from her face, beet red. When ones Self you attempt to deceive the burden is not only heavy but the price is immense because no matter what happens or well you sell the image to the rest it never, ever feels real within and that, my friend, can only be described as a living hell, yes?
Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I always tell the truth, even when I lie.
How is that possible? Simple. Really do the Knowledge on what was just said and I predict that less than one out of ten of you reading will catch yourself in the habit of trying to finesse your consciousness next time it happens and then it will click that you don’t have to be what you can perceive as you must be something else which brings the Witness into resolution that generates the space needed for restitution that, in turn, brings a feeling of coherence as once transcends, in mind first (because the Game is mental), the third dimension of binary opposition as what comes next takes you beyond good and evil and a whole nother resonance as the diamond looks back on the pain of the coal and thinks:
“Well, don’t need that BS any more” as they start to shine as nature intended because we, in many ways, are a species so misled that we think we’re leading and the best but are actually as dumb as you can get as evidenced by how we treat ourselves, the rest and planet but thats a deeper topic and I’m trying to keep it simple so lets recap with a twist and you can serve up this Ether, hot and fresh, next time you start to get in a tizz:
Number one, there is nothing but energy in this realm or, as I like to distinguish, InnerG for reasons we’ll examine elsewhen. These are currents of bioelectrical stimulation to which we attach labels and then, from these, we form a narrative. After a while this builds the tint which shapes what we expect as we stop decoding the signals and accept what is encoded which is as a sad as it is criminal as the subcon literally processes billions of bits per second in its dataset but the (false) self that dwells within your head as the Victim of the Opponent which manifests as the voice most Slaves Thunk is them can only handle about 8 bits, at best. Haven’t you ever wondered why after this limit of digits you find it hard to recollect but I could throw a random string of six and you’d remember it, no problem. This is such a huge topic because whilst this blindspot creates vision its so low resolution that the best way to ref it would be like this:
How many Knew (capital K), instantly, what the outline repped even though it was bare bones and basic as your mind provided in the rest due to the immense potent within that has, hitherto, been filed with a state of ignorance and passive acceptance of what you get. Can you see why I’ve said that free will is a DLC that most people have been tricked into Thunking is standard equipment? Its only when you do the Knowledge then look around and see this:
That you start to comprehend exactly how much was missing (as well as what is added) by those going through the motions with no emotion as they’re numbed from within in a state of Adulteration which demands they remain submissive to the whims of a madman in their head that will brook no discussion for the edicts it issues are then expelled from their lips like they’re original creations when, in reality, they’re simply symptoms of mass social sickness aka all of the people who fell at the first hurdle of emancipation via gnosis then built a slum tenement they call living in the Twenty First cent and all it brings as they sprint, full belt, along the psychosocial treadmill from one life to the next until they get to the point where it clicks that they are an aspect of the Prime which fell from a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness (that gives not one F about this realm, by the way, as you cannot fit an ocean into a teacup) as drops of rain that yelled “Whee!” as they became a separate me that then pooled in school before being flash frozen into the form of many snowmen that may seem different without but are functionally identical within as all are scared to melt and thus will hold onto the lowest possible vibration as the devil they know well and will never, ever second guess what he presents as their story and narrative and thus 8 billion living hostages are currently trapped within the flesh as they seek bootless solutions that never delivered anything but conflict and empty promises due to a lack of imagination and unwillingness to transcend the Game.
What if thats the aim? Better yet, what if it isn’t and I’m actually going against the grain by hacking it. Again.
Who cares? Do you? I don’t because I’m having mad fun, haven’t hurt anyone else and only sprinkle as much gnosis as the other can handle which is evidenced by the fact of you still reading when others clicked off and went to check up on a celeb before the thirteenth run on sentence had pierced their awareness as the self protective mech of the false aspect knew what was coming and thus steered them away before they comprehended the trick of that ever so elusive pimp that holds billions in its grip by issuing the same basic script to which they furnish their own details before yelling at anyone who differs from their perspective and point at which they’re pinned whilst pining for the bit in the mid that recollect from back when and think they can only Know again after death or via some type of chemical assistance or supernatural agent which really is quite sad, from my lens, but also very effective as it carries the promise of success with little to no effort which in a world filled to the gills with plastic surgery interventions and sixty second this and quick fix that flies off the shelves as they put those miles on the treadmill that energizes the (false) self that is currently pimping this realm and those plugged in who buy what its shoveling but thats another topic so take that resonance and crack the concrete of ignorance and sprinkle that filth on the rose of Inner Sense that was trapped under the pavement and together we’ll make these urban jungles into the garden of Eden again and, to me at least, that sure beats a chip in the head that sells a digital hallucination as the approximation of bliss as the brainrot generation are set adrift on the waves of false awareness that heralds a brave new world, waiting, as the feature presentation from an old devil you know well but haven’t comprehended he stage managed the whole thing because every story needs an antagonist otherwise the call to adventure would be worthless as “Press A to win” just doesn’t have the same ring as “Nintendo hard” that needs way more than a pause, dig?
Till we meet again
