The pace doesn’t relent. The challenges never end. Even where I rest my head isn’t my home as there are forces that come and go as they manifest through the presence of those around and, worse still, either they don’t know or do and don’t show what kicks in the depths of their awareness. Don’t push me, cos I Know the Ledge, which is why I’ve been clearing the mess from the subtle realms instead of wrestling with an illusion that presents as itself as the cause when, in reality, its just an effect.
You know, I used to think I was pretty smart. Now I’m quite certain of the flip because those who were around me in my nascent days and proto-quest to find liberation used to think it was all so stupid and pointless:
“It doesn’t make you rich. If anything it provides the opposite. Why prod sleeping dogs if you don’t want to get bit? There are forces at play that you don’t comprehend and once you enter their vision you must face the consequences”.
I could not figure how anyone could be content in ignorance. Accepting that surface level veneer, that tale they tell themselves in their head and going along with the rest who are, nine out of eleven, miserable and stressed but doing quite well at pretending this is the opposite. That simply wasn’t the path for me. If life pumps out an Eight K signal with all the bells and whistles but everyone watches on a twelve in black and white set with a speaker busted isn’t that disrespectful to the true intention and vision? I think it is and that, under the guide of Inner Sense, set me off on a quest which I can’t even be sure commenced on this spin. All I knew was that I had to do it. Had to. There were no options to accept the hand that was dealt as there was no way in hell it could be played to win and thus I rejected the deposit.
Well, if I were looking for attention this act certainly got it and, as I progressed, it became evident that the eye in the sky had always had me in focus and this is when things go left.
This next section I cannot pen, yet, as its not for public consumption as I only present what I know well or total speculation to spark public discussion. This chunk of resonance dwells in the hearty realm of what I didn’t know I didn’t know and is now rendering, in vision, as I up my resolution. Imagine you are sitting at home watching the Game show of life on your tiny black and white set. All your family are used to the static and they expect it presence as its all the tech is capable of handling. Suddenly, somehow, you turn over two pages in one instance and are sitting in a theater taking the scene in with the soundtrack booming via an immense projection then, just like that, you’re back with the rest. What would you do next?
Surely you can see how they make suspect you’ve flipped your lid because, in their reality show, it was business as usual but for you, who tasted the numinous, up close and personal, you are suddenly strapped with an immense series of questions that can’t be ignored but need answers from beyond this realm as they’re never, ever mentioned on any standardized test. Welcome to the perils of awakening, my friend.
The adventures have been like a dance, in many respects, with these openings and closings you can’t help but be shocked and this is the amazing bit as you can’t lose your mind without coming to your senses as the overlay of past and present events along with the personal history of the (false) self vanishes due to paling in significance to a glimpse of the bigger pic. For so long I’ve been on this arduous trek that feels like being the first coal who sensed within there was something more to this as it was ring fenced in by a localized pressure belt that the rest didn’t sense nor comprehend. How can you talk in another tongue to your fellow countrymen? You can’t. If you speak of cinema seats, tasty, hot buttered treats, an immense display and speakers that thump they’ll translate it all into that small TV set and nod their heads as that is all they comprehend. Such are the risks of regaining Inner Sense in the land of the Adulterated. This brings me to the main topic:
There are forces that I’ve termed Slave/Masters who evidently know a bit about all of this. On the surface they can seem like regular human beings but within they’re something else. I know this because of past events and the whole sex, drugs and hypnosis thing I mentioned as its obvious they have tools they can use for adjustment within and thus, out of respect, I renamed them as he who defines, controls, and this all plays out in my head. Many would be quite upset to have lived the kind of things that have happened in my interactions with this clique but, on the flip, they have taught me a few things that are usually only mentioned in secret and all with no obligation which leads me to the next:
I have no wish or inclination to join any teams.
There must be a past life reason for this, I suspect, and that is what helps to make sense of the sketch because if this spin carries with the balances and remainders of those I’ve been then it makes a lot of sense, yes? In many ways I feel like I’m playing that Game with a card on my head and all those plugged in know the truth of my tale whilst I’m attempting to chip away at my ignorance and this, my friend, often feels like pushing a rock up a hill as its not just my pain and suffering but that of my lineage and this makes ones awareness multidimensional which is akin to shifting from the black and white, noiZ laden vision of one life in the flesh into a perspective more akin to a series of records which have beats sampled and mixed from one gen to the next and high, high above this, floats your true Self and thus the longer you progress the more you comprehend exactly how far one fell into the abyss to be walking around a planet and Thunking they’re human.
Can we all win?
That is the question.
I recently came to a realization about exactly how old and which forces are involved in the problems that dominate this realm and now its evident I’m caught up in the mid of something so immense that it feels like stepping into a battle field with bombs blasting as jets fly overhead and all kinds of high tech ways of dealing death to the opponent are doing what they do best with weapons astral and etheric. And there you stand with your trusty Nine double M on hip in the midst of all of this. Bear in mind that before this shift in resonance the field upon which you were was dry and arid as old sands but once the realm shift kicked in (black and white set to cinema, recollect?) you realized this world is a side effect and its the arenas of cause that are beefing and, for some crazy reason, life picked you to reveal these threads of the cosmic tapestry in full effect.
Its almost like I could handle this world, planet and the rest being a figment of my imagination and realizing I deal with projections that lack their own inherent substance without my presence but now discovered another resonance with wars that are quiet and weapons, silent, that produce consequences, nonetheless.
All of these problems are due to attachment which, itself, is mad ironic as that is what fueled by quest to cleanse the mess within because we all like to bathe and dust the apartment but how many, ever, do a little spring cleaning of Self and drag old concepts kicking and screaming in the light of the present? Not many, I’d bet, because when I did – as mentioned – people around me found it strange and discomforting as they preferred ignorance versus looking within. So long has passed between now and then. So much so that it feels like I’ve spent eons in the flesh which, in a sense, is perfectly correct as the mindwipe now feels merciful because if you truly Knew the Ledge who knows how you might handle it.
There are those who believe it should be one way and they possess a type of tech that can be rightfully said as the science of all sciences as its the main mover and shaker of this realm and then there are those who pledge to another vision instead as they found it more subtle and accurate whilst more who believe both of these are stupid as they place their bets on a shine that doesn’t dim. And then there is me.
I see all of this, how they invest, feel they’re correct and fight tooth and nail for their dominance but hear beyond the noiZ of their oscillations – and I mean that with no disrespect, just calling how it is – to the Psylense that underpins. All of it, me, you, them are within this and we are, in the end, it which is mad ironic as itself its “no thing” which is everything and thats pretty mind bending until you get the reference I said, back when, that if you imagine your life as a painting you believe the image that was etched whereas I’ve removed it from the canvas and spotted what we all hold in resonance then reverse engineered it to find a certain type of forest from which trees were felled and processed in order to form them for this quest. That is where I’m hearting. I’ve had enough of these realms that are built on conflict and division as I play the Game of Souls on its hardest levels which, recently, have been ramped to the nth as the bar keeps on getting raised. Did you notice the dual edged spell as being “razed” is the opposite and things like this should really hint about the true nature of cross purposes and how that bit in the mid that makes the rest possible is the only one worth investing in because it remains constant in this and each and every incarnation, dimension or anything else you can imagine.
The Psylense.
Can you hear it?
No? Well, if you did you’d get the nature of the quest and the yearn within which wishes to melt within the embrace of the one awaiting for we left, we left, my friend, in order to enjoy this adventure in the flesh where our glow swiftly dims as hyperdimensional forces most don’t comprehend are nibbling away at their awareness as they manifest as the voice in their head that turns the personal cinema imperience into a rickety black and white set strapped to the psychosocial treadmill upon which they’re running and its from this fake way I stepped to create the Path you make by walking and pen this field report at my latest station where it seems that anything that can be used as a weapon will which is most ironic as its simply my imagination, the baggage in my chest being span from old record sets, thanks to my lineage, that needs to melt so we ascend in resonance but I can’t help but spot that so many don’t deal with this in any of these lower few dimensions and this causes all types of conflict which, in effect, underpins life on Earth and the rest as the accordion of time is squeezed to within an inch of its life and the monkeys in suits are attuned to a devil they know well but don’t suspect he ain’t them as they’re so used to the voice in their heads that tells em how it is as they attempt to balance their life on the wheel of time and this brings us full circle to sitting on a couch with the rest, gawping at a TV set and then having a vision of a greater resonance decode the signal in a way that is so radically different that you simply can’t ignore it so you press, against their advice and caution, into the breach only to find your Self in the midst of an immense conflict that other forces obviously feel is important and now after having overcome the Earth bits you must do it all again in a multidimensional sense and even that may not be the end as these turtles could ascend as well as dip as the hard shell of noiZ hides the tenderness of Psylense to which most are oblivious but some of us miss like the deserts do the rains before that Edenic bliss was bombed out of existence via weapons, fantastical, in order to make beasts of men then sell them some silicon in the ascent…
May the truth protect me, everywhen. You as well.
All that said, I’m still the luckiest man on the planet and thats why I’m wondering if there is a way in this realm that all of us can win as that, I’m pretty certain, would be an interesting turn of events that hasn’t happened yet as no one has balanced the variables to create more grins than grimaces but if its a Game of three halves then there is a chance, yes?
Till we meet again
