They say that some questions are best left unanswered but there is also a perspective that states coming to Earth and wearing the flesh is like a tasty treat that those who eat, regret, and those who don’t do as well. What would you do in that situation? Best think sharp, you’re living in it…
For quite a few lives I’ve been of the mind to unwind the nature of this fiction we call living on a planet because, if you really stop and think about it, it is absolutely ridiculous. Ranging from the harmonic orbits of the planets and the song they sing down to the Goldilocks zone that just happened to kick for us to have this conversation and an insane amount of other factors, occult and mundane, it really all suggests that the fix is in. The religious Soul would stand, triumphant, and say “God did!” but for me that was never enough because I needed to Know why the Game was so red in tooth and claw, why the wicked seem to run free, unpunished, and good men die like dogs in the street whilst the rest are sold cock and bull stories on what happened. Just look into Sam Cooke, for an example. Make that make sense because if you pull long enough at one of these loose ends you start unravelling the whole narrative which uncovers a motley crew that manifest via many faces but one intent and thats creates another set of questions about what truly kicks in this realm.
I detailed in another missive about some of the combined misspendings of what would one day be called my youth in which I gleefully hacked tech to take it beyond its nascent limits and the pleasure this brings. Well, after my near death experience, that flipped into the reverse engineering of reality itself and thats when it became evident that this isn’t a current life thing but something I’ve been working on for many, many incarnations. In a lot of ways the mindwipe of the baby brain is as helpful as it is dangerous (remember the sweets, mentioned?) because for most it allows one to pretend they are new and fresh as they get to enjoy that temporary resonance with Inner Sense before its stripped away and Adulterated in exchange for putting in laps around the psychosocial treadmill until they’re dead, inherit the earth as its lowered over them and get to do it all again. After a while some of us can’t help but wise up to the nature of the deception and thus we seek answers that will not be on the test as they aren’t furnished as part of any officially sanctioned syllabus and this leads one of a conspiratorial bent to think that what is at the helm may not have our best interests in its chest and thus the quest for liberation begins.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Five words that sum up, in total, the insights gained from many previous lives that were bought into stark relief via events recent. Imagine if you will a crew that has a clue on how it do what it do and thus keep leveling up their skills from one life to the next. Sounds like a dream, yes? Remember what I said about the one at the helm though? A double edged sword, to be certain. Now, this bureau of adjustment are akin to agents of the Matrix as they’re plugged in to the comings and goings of what kicks behind the scenes and are adepts of reality creation in the third dimension as you are, quite literally, on the set of the universes biggest attraction and you Thunk its just “being human”.
If you can digest this as true facts then you’re already aheart of the rest but I doubt that will kick and neither should you without reality testing for your Self as that is why man is in such a mess as he accepts second hand, third person tales of the duck from sources that don’t show their working but sit there with a “Trust me, bro!” as they smirk and grin at the effectiveness of their deception that made beasts of men.
This is why, I suspect, I intuitively concocted the Game of Souls as a metaphor back when as it made a lot of sense that tech would keep on advancing from beyond the basics I saw on the screen as a jit up to the soon to be indistinguishable overlays of an augmented reality in which people who were already sleepwalking will run to become living hostages as they switch carbon based cells for ones made of silicon for the next level of this play. Watch, that is exactly how it will happen because the hallmark of genius (and schizophrenia) is Pattern recognition and I capitalize that word as its not the regular definition but points at an underlying, objective fact of reality creation that controls not just human beings but the whole dimension as we are inside a fractal thus upping your resolution is vital otherwise its so easy to get pulled in to a most elegant deception in which you live one life then the next, over and over again, with no clue of what kicks and thus die in ignorance, get a return ticket to this realm with a fresh suit of skin and forge new connects with old friends and enemies in another situation hence you have never met a stranger.
Just this alone, which is far easier to digest, can pay immense dividends because I’d like you to think about the time you were introduced to someone you instantly detested but somehow became friends only for them to do you dirty in the end. Don’t think of them as foes, that is what a fool does. Observe, reframe as a teacher and learn your lesson instead and recapitulate the energetics as you thank them for the gift because once you’ve done this a few hundred times you will start to have an inkling about what I mean when I say increasing your resolution. Actually, thats a great diversion so lets wander on a side quest for a bit:
I wrote in a previous missive about a neuroscientist that had a stroke and how she watched, from within, as her internal OS bought on and offline various aspects of her personality, habits and skills. Can you imagine how fascinating it would be to watch your Self losing its mind from within? Actually, most would be terrified by the prospect and this hints at the true nature of the velvet lined rut of life in this dimension and the Devil you know well as he chats via the voice in their head they Thunk is them. What if this kicked but not just on the neurochemical level but a multidimensional scale? Well, it did. Of this I’m living proof and suddenly the reason why I got on well with so many schizophrenics, back when, who seemed to find a kindred spirit in me makes way more sense but that provokes another stream of thought:
“How the hell did these nutters know this back in the days when I was nowhere near this level of consciousness and resolution?”.
That, in and of itself is a fascinating venture because if you examine the little blips at the fringes of so called mental health you’ll find some very interesting hints about mans true potential and how much effort actually goes in to create the Adulterated version. For example, why not look into:
The sheer volume of children who say, at random, “You know, in my other life with my other parents” and leave their folks with their jaw on the floor as the foundations of their seemingly solid reality starts shaking via their kids random comments and recollections of another existence whilst coloring in on the floor.
The nature of the so called idiot savant who is massively impaired in one aspect but seems to be able to access preternatural skills on the other that usually express as creative, mathematic or artistic with no training.
The child genius who seems to step in strapped with a level of talent beyond the rest that many could never hope to achieve with a lifetimes training. Why don’t they develop beyond this? What could be the meaning of this blip?
People who lack a brain, quite literally, but still function well. Like I’ve said, it doesn’t create consciousness – it merely conducts and modulates it which is why, I suspect, science calls it the hard problem and chooses to ignore it which is really akin to looking in a sports cars exhaust to figure out how the engine works by examining the fumes. All of these research aspects are corrupted on purpose and now further fragmented to prevent realizations that were once common place on this realm which brings us nicely to the last point of consideration:
How in the F did so many ancient civilizations create lasting monuments that were not only perfectly aligned to the skies but also had a correlated resonance between themselves along with common motifs woven into the architecture as well as so much encoded information from the myths and legends of the time that hint that we were once super in comparison to the current man-kind label we sport as we’re little more than spruced up primitives with the death drive of the left hemisphere firmly in charge and thus can’t imagine a version of us that came before which was way more in tune with the unfinite. Actually there is something else I want to sprinkle here but I’ll resist the temptation and drop this link instead and see if you can jump off this train of thought, run through the station of the Ether and land in a seat that was reserved, just for you, as you read that article and continue your adventure in the flesh where I feel one can do many things but they all come down to a few basics:
Get laid, get paid, make the world a better place or escape.
Get in where you fit in because there is one born every minute in this three ring (read: dimensional) circus which brings us, once again, to the machine elves and strange fear of clowns linked in and the question of why there are so many herbs and spices on the planet, natural, that the law terms illegal because they expand ones mind beyond the limits of the square watermelon they programmed you to be as you run the treadmill on this stage of the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits.
Its not about what you know or don’t know you know but that slim aspect that is hid, right in front of your dish, like the dark side of the moon which houses what you don’t know you don’t know and thus never suspected where the Warrior treads and its from this place of elevation I type this message which I send into the collective unconscious with the intent of sparking nothing less than a total involution of the race as we’re going to ascend, with or without tech, thus lets see who wants to Know the Ledge, au naturel and who accepts what the Beast is offering as he’s been waiting in the wings for generations for his feature presentation.
Is that the eschaton I hear immanentizing? Best hope those red bulls have the minerals of the correct spec, eh?
Till we meet again
