Imagine your mind is an idea but your bones are beliefs. Notice how one is solid and visceral and the other carries no weight and can swiftly change. When you die all of those beliefs will be the camel you’re trying to fit through the eye of the needle at the exit marked “Only what came to Earth can leave otherwise we reject your deposit”. Sad but true because thats the grift to make you live, die, come back again. The fact no one speaks on this in ways direct that make sense and how emotional people will get when asked to consider the topic proves its realness.
Beliefs become what they are due to the emotion attached. This is often laid on real thick then continually topped up as one lives in a state of conditioned ignorance because these factors become the foundation upon which their concepts rest. The issue is they are so far removed from direct and visceral contact of their own I am-ness that they might as well not exist. Same name, no relation. That is actually a huge part of the equation and another part of the scheme. Had a look at your post recently? Notice how everything that has to do with loot or bills in the official sense comes with name stated in BLOCK CAPITALS and the rest make do with mixed case. The case of the Double You. Most live and die without a clue.
Lets say you pop off, lumber your luggage beyond the flesh, make it to the boarding desk for the hyper dimensional express and just before hand over all your mess you remember to reclaim the emotion from it. What happens? Nothing much really but the beliefs which were once solid as anvils due to what you’d invested are now feather weight because everything is as ordained so you smile as you’re waved through the gates and are on your merry way.
Rendering beliefs as ideas is a simple choice and doing this brings a sense of freedom and lightness that was missing because whilst these concepts and perspectives may be mental they are as tangible as the bones which hold up your skin in terms of energetics as they have a lifetime of investment. Contrast the childs mind before its bludgeoned by the whims of tradition that seeks to continue its own existence via the young ones field of resonance. Their vision is akin to a kaleidoscope as they constantly flip and shift everything that pours in using their innate skills and questioning. Do you see why “Be as children” was the recommendation, back when, and its still in effect? This is a universal constant ergo that which leaves the exit is identical to what incarnated. What happens on Earth, stays on Earth but your recollection and awareness is all yours. Notice the flip of this whilst living?
Here everything fights for your attention. Since childhood everyone tells you what to think and then grins if you parrot their perspectives which makes you feel nice within due to the approval even if to do so you must stifle your whims and natural instincts in order not to meet with disapproval. Is that really the best we can do as a collective in these times of so called progress because it smells exceedingly primitive and very scared of progress. Like I said, what if this thing called culture is actually a mind virus and we forcefully transmit it from one generation to the next by attacking their spiritual immune system at a time when it still develops? Wouldn’t that be something? Some native cultures say the same thing as their perspective was flipped as they believed the young do the lead because they’re most attuned with the frequency and see with fresh vision. Can you imagine what kind of world that would build? Its always an option.
What stops this happening? The weight of beliefs. Behold, they are sent out as wolves to the sheep who then make them their own and preach the values of sharp teeth and living in dread due to constantly feeling on edge by the nature of the threat which dwells inside their awareness and writes their internal OS. Wouldn’t that just create a society of schizophrenics that are so hell bent on division that they’d need to cling at belief systems as a way of hiding what they’re not allowing themselves to feel then they complain of a body filled with pain signals and pop pills to deal with it. Inmates, meet your asylum. I’ll be your host for this evening…
When was the last time you changed a belief? Better yet, consider this:
If what you invested in was one hundred percent correct, a pitch perfect rendition in optimal alignment with the totally independent and true way it is with no BS, errors in translation and misconception then the life it begets, as evidenced by subjective feeling and objective biomarkers, should also be akin to a relative state of bliss that wears as smooth and free as the finest silk. Well, does it? If it doesn’t know what the problem is? Your beliefs and the life, unexamined, high on stilts where you’re dwelling and think you’re plugged in when in reality you’re disconnected from the best within and of which you’re truly capable. Don’t be sad. Thats 81% of folks existence and thats only because they’d never allowed themselves to question the weight of the world they’re shouldering. Now you have exercised that option and can, should you choose, exorcise the demons that are feasting on your subconscious because parasitic is the best word to describe these interlopers into this realm which are using humans as their host species. How do they do it?
Vibration and symbols as well as a thorough awareness of the inner strengths and weakness. Its like you were handed a checkerboard with some pieces and assume it one Game when in reality it isn’t and thus you’re constantly getting whipped from a place of ignorance but instead of realizing the true enemy is within you keep getting misdirected to someone else in the projection hence the constant conflict. Above all of this, lapping at the cream of the suffering which is churned by the collective is a race you never imagined but worship nonetheless via various legends and influences and most are totally unaware they’re the same staff you meet at the baggage desk.
Its a slick little racket and they have the advantage of being able to see you whilst they’re invisible. Literal figments of your imagination whispering sweet nothings and bitter something into your awareness until your mind is encased in the web their spidery selves spin. Not just your head, on no, no, no. Their conquest just begins because once the enemies in place inside your brain then below the neck is claimed and it becomes a no mans land for the living hostage encased. The webs they sling around the luminosity within build Patterns of tension within which they capture the thoughts, feelings and sensations you won’t allow yourself to process and edit from your expected world as shaped by, you guessed it, your beliefs. They really are quite troubling and troublesome, ain’t they?
These structures are why the young buckle into the old with hunchbacks and small steps with a stick to assist. And none dare question it. There are places and villages where this influence is alien and the people are remarkably fit from the womb to the tomb and they’re glad for it as the rest are simply well adjusted to a social sickness that has already claims billions. Symbols rule the world but what they rep and what they said can be true different things but how will you know that if you refuse to use the faculties you were given and prefer to avoid examination of that which you hold dear. What if the thing that built those edifices in your head doesn’t want you to check because then you’ll discover it uses a bedrock of suffering to keep you ignorant of the nature of the deception whilst it pretends to be you inside your head and thus protects its false self. Wouldn’t that be something? A mind bender of the highest level. Told you this stage of the Game is difficult and thus they won’t make it simple when a triple cross is in effect since before you step in with the intent of claiming not only your but childs conscious in a nice unbroken string that leads back to a group of wise men who decided to become gods among men. On your shoulders rest the world that they builts and the physics involved are mind bending because that it what takes to render light invisible once its kinked ninety degrees via their various decrees that alter our resonance, change our mode of spin and thus unfold a totally different vibration of life inside your head. Living in a castle on stilts, totally disconnected from the grounds you’ve never visited as you are told, and believe, whats happening whilst having no direct proof or experience but yet being willing to defend it to death. A species in psychosis.
“Hi, there. Welcome to check in. Your ticket is acceptable, please note no baggage is accepted as your exit pass states your check in weight was feather light awareness so please take that back, with our compliments, as we sort you another incarnation to handle your ever increasing emotional investments”.
Oh yes, I must mention:
Not only do you collect your own in this life you also bring the old ones you came to jet after forgetting your previous existence. Why don’t you remember? Was it a memory wipe or something devious? No, don’t be stupid. It wasn’t you living, remember? When the one that tells from inside your head has lived a fake life all of your experience is jotted in notebook instead whilst you’re left with the expenses from the trip and sign the cheque in blood at the exit with all the baggage you’re lumbering but then still don’t click that you don’t have an index or even know why you’re carrying it. Then you get slammed in for another spin, the same thing happens again and a psycho-spiritual terrorist invades your mental realm, makes you believe you’re it, bend to its every whim whilst genuflecting at its symbols and directing your attention as intended before you die, get turned away, come back and do it all again. And again. And again.
Tell me, am I kidding or is something familiar starting to ring true as Morgan Freemans tells you “He’s right, you know?”. Ideas vs beliefs. You are the root cause of your problems, you are the one creating all the suffering and you are the only one that can make a difference because, at the end of the day, its your awareness.
Know thy Self. See what happens when you befriend your Inner Sense instead of trying to run from it because it can tell what is and isn’t its energetics as its spiritual immune system is fully functioning. Thing is that parasite within will attempt to attack it back to a position of submission via the combined strength of resonance via the Adulterated that think they’re different but all actually share one mindset that they tailor to their own because the voice speaks like them but repeats an identical script in each and every one of their heads. Picture the scene:
Someone is bored, staring out of a window. You offer a penny for them. What was said by them? “Nothing. I wasn’t thinking of anything”. Ever pondered why all tell this lie when in reality they were either rehearsing potential events by playing both sides of the script for things that never happen or rehashing old conversations with different outcomes, once again, with both parties voiced by them. Wake up. That is the trick. Thats the state of hypnosis they induced to make you believe you’re them and its why everyone denies it because the moment people speak on it becomes obvious they’ve all been hijacked from within and the next thing you click is symbols, vibrations, the near death experience and the primacy of consciousness as well as the nature of influence and what happens when Inner Sense gets Adulterated along with the rest of these topics because it takes a million words to convey one feeling that we know as resonance because of the backstory and tricks that must be equated to allow those without this frame of thinking to comprehend it.
Don’t worry if you don’t get it. At death it will make sense as you try and check in to get out of this realm and then some of you will remember this and choose, just at the moment, to turn those energetic anvils into feathers of concepts instead as you reclaim your energetics and collect your first class ticket and are on your way to the next dimension in the Game which is best called Know thy Self as each level has the same exit even though they all provide different imperiences.
Till we meet again
