One of the things that kept me sane in the Game is I Know how I feel. Now, that capital K means a lot in this lane as it states we’re live and direct, no filtration or hateration needed. Occasionally there may be some holleration but thats just part of the deal in this danceree where we wear the flesh to interact with Three D.
It wasn’t always like this. Oh no. See, once upon a when me and my coping mechs were best friends. The best you could get. So close that I thought I was them. Listen to the true king of comedy speak on it:
Now, I’ve never smoked no rocks but you could take that addiction and replace it with anything else and you’ll nod your head, yes? Isn’t it a strange thing? That we need an external kick to feel straight within? Really peel that onion and see what sits in the mid because there is another aspect to all of this. Life is exceedingly multifaceted and presents immense depth to one who does the Knowledge as each answer simply begets a better question which in turn ups your resonance and creates a finer pic of the whole “walking around on a planet, wearing flesh” thing aka increasing your resolution.
Did you spot the common link?
Its all about feelings.
All of it. From the time you clock in till you get bailed from this life sentence its all about energy in motion aka emotions. Have you ever seen a kid that is learning how walk and take his first steps? I want you to imagine the exact same seed but with two different version of said parent. He falls to the ground and an intense sense of confusion hits him as his nervous system starts tingling with all types of new things that he simply didn’t expect. The overwhelm is intense and, right on cue, he looks over to his mother for a clue on how to process what presents because she is his everything and they exist in a state of resonance that comes from sharing flesh with a developing shell of consciousness. Now, version one looks at him with a grin and says:
“Whoopsie! Lets get up and try again” and she means it because she could tell its no big thing as her boy simply slipped on the carpet and she knows he can handle it. The other version, however, comes rushing in to grab him and starts slathering him with affection and checking he isn’t hurt as the kid picks up on her franticness and starts bawling due to the stress.
There it is. The damage is already done, the place is set and script almost etched. From a tiny event that he probably won’t ever recollect but was sketched into his nervous system as the blueprint of awareness when it comes to handling new signals that may or may not lead to overwhelm. Long term readers will have clicked that I’m speaking about Patterns and how they, not laws or what we’d like to think, really run this bish because they are wired in at a lower level and the mind is akin to Velcro for pain and Teflon for grins. Its just the way we’re made. Don’t blame me for speaking the real as thats just how it is. Now, there are plenty of vested interests that would like to hide and deny this as they’ll happily sell you a truck load of BS at immense profits along with questionable side effects and all types of problems that never truly address the root levels of consciousness. The reason they don’t what you to Know thy Self is because then you’d be in a position to kick the impostor at the helm that pretends in your head to be the you you accept as you dance to his tune that is played, Twenty Four/Seven, via that voice in your head. Thats a deeper topic but a huge part of the Game as its all mental, mayne. Insane crazy, driving Miss Daisy if we’re being most accurate but I’m trying a new thing which is focus without tangents so lets see how that rips:
Now, these two versions of sperm and egg remixed will go on to have totally different lives based on this non event due to something I call the Relative Scale of Impact. Remember how summers as a jit seemed totally endless and now one decade blends into the next, real quick? Its just like this because when things are new and fresh the neural imprints they etch are quite intense hence why the priests said they’ll turn boys to men by what they did to them. Thats another aspect of the mind control because it can be as subtle as what was said or as vile as what they did. Most are in the mid as they are fractured via hearing two words that folded them in and from then on it was Adulteration, full tilt, as they too do the same to their kids and that, my friend, is absolutely outsane when you stop and think.
As these square watermelons grow to be well adjusted to a world profoundly sick they very rarely stop to question the nature of the psychosocial treadmill they run with the rest. Nor do they notice the reality tunnel they’re digging and a million and one other things because they’ve been tricked, conned, hoodwinked and bamboozled into accepting the (false) self at the helm is them and thus they do what it says. Know how it manipulates them? Via feelings. What else? Well, that and a constant stream of suggestions via a narrative in their heads but its all based on energetics and they, like a bass line, are felt as its the swell that moves the rest as life, at its essence, is a musical performance. By the way, do you recollect how it felt when Prince dropped a gem on em, back when, with When Doves Cry as that aspect was missing? It immediately stood out on the radio sets and drew you into the lyrics due to the absence of what was expected and this, my friend, is why I say the Game may take no prisoners but has plenty of hostages that are barely living, scared to death and mostly going through the motions with no emotions due to the fact that they’ve been expertly hollowed out from within over the decades and dare not look within for fear of confirming this which makes the mind of his Victim the best tool in the iron fist (draped in velvet) of the Oppressor of this dimension.
We all try and fill this void within. Thing is with some of us its so immense and so intense that no amount of drugs, drinks and distractions can make a dent. On the flip there are those of a more mystic bent that underwent extreme types of initiation (not all of them planned or welcome) and came up with a whole different version of what it means to be human. Comprehend that nothing that happens in this realm is by accident and it is, quite literally, written in the stars if you can decode the script as the motions in the heavens are reflected on the stage where we play the Game by inserting our Souls as credits. Ah well, there goes the no tangent attempt. It appears that linear thought is not my flex as I tend to parallel process which is akin to gear shifts for your consciousness and this is one of the reasons I’m hell bent on spreading the heaven sent message to awaken the Warrior within as you haven’t got a clue of what you’re missing nor what you’re truly capable beyond the dimmed glow of Adulteration for which they send you a light bill as you run the treadmill with the rest of the plebs.
The Path of the righteous man, however, is something else. A totally different flex in the literal and metaphysical sense because its akin to snowman recollecting that he isn’t water frozen solid as its lowest state of vibration but made of something else entirely that is more subtle and delicate and thus one cannot fear death once you comprehend thats the main illusion that begets so much confusion in this realm. See what I meant by everything is planned? There are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend, and right now you, reading this, have the chance to think different and actually implement a flip because when you change what you control what you can influence does shift and that paves the way to some interesting imperiences. I mean, try this:
Take your all time favorite coping mech and stop doing it. This instant. Pick a specific period, seventy two hours works well. Just jack it in, grab a pad and pen then start noting down your feelings, observations, changes in awareness, time dilation effects, internal stress and levels of tolerance along with anything else that floats in. After you’ve got familiar with this you can’t help but notice a ghost in the shell type of effect where there is a version of you at the helm that needs and wants certain things along with another bit that you’ve just got familiar with. I call it the Witness. Its constant from one life to the next, awake or in bed and it can only ever exist and dwell in the present moment. Welcome to the golden circle, my friend. It really is quite amazing how they can make a genuine hell seem like a personal heaven when you’re surrounded by coping mechs to ignore the devil and his details that were pumped into your head by a System that gives not one single solitary F about your well being in any sense as they exist purely to pimp your suffering in ways ever increasingly scandalous which is why in the land of the deaf the man who starts to sing may seem ridiculous but if gets a band up in this bish and the bass hits then its Game over for the con as their limbs start moving:
By the way, did you notice the live performance of Doves I linked elsewhen actually featured what they dropped for the retail version? Bonus points if you can tell which other track of his featured a similar arrangement. Would it seem patently ridiculous if I told you that, back when, your ancestors didn’t walk and talk. They sung and danced.
If you can accept this truth for what it is the world as it stands make perfect sense because its been a wild ride to make beasts out of men and its why so many worship celebs whilst never, ever exploring their own talents and potential. Really ponder this and depth and you’ll note that every single child, anywhen, spontaneously sings and dances as proof positive of what I said before that “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress and you won’t get a good job” BS is pumped into their heads. Legislated feelings, my friend. Legislated feelings. How wild is this? I spoke on agent provocateurs in the student riots, back when, as they sent in the Feds to rile up the broke kids who followed their example and then started to smash something as a vent.
This, I suspect, is how and why the net has been turned into a weapon as there are various angles being played in the same instance because whilst the youth of today may really be quite dim in comparison to what we were, back when, there are also far more of them dancing and singing – even if its only lip sync for hits. Its a start though, yes? Its also the reason why I think modern music is the lowest its ever been as the barrier to entry is nil and thats exactly how much money they spend on artist development as people take what they can get to flap their gums with a quick hit like aural chewing gum versus a Seventies record which was served like a fresh dish cooked with the best ingredients. Horses for courses, I guess. That and the simulation has but a limited amount of processing that is endlessly recycled which is why we’re going to see birth rates tank, as I predicted and then – in Twenty One Hundred – there will be a population explosion thats much more beautiful and, who knows, maybe the language will shift to incorporate a rhythmical lilt as people two step around this realm, yet again.
Everything is alive, my friend. Everything. Even down to the mineral kingdom and I know that may seem like a stretch but there is a reason why they say a diamond is a girls best friend and then, eight out of ten, find their passions chill as that rock was slipped on a finger which, according to TCM, regulates the fire within. Food for thought, yes? Along with the fact that the whole thing is a scheme in which people are sold a dream about a token of affection that actually brings the opposite along with the fact that its a price fixed thing built upon the poor wretch suffering to make the man in the middle rich as he fleeces a brainwashed idiot who invests in the tale he sells about three months salary being the minimum as a token of your affection. I tells ya, there is one born every second and this realm takes them hostage, real quick, with a whole load of bunkum, spread thick, that no one stops to check as they’re too busy running the treadmill trying to impress those as broke (and broken) as themselves.
Legislated feelings tell you at what you can grin, what is socially acceptable and the rest. Its an insanely insidious trick to prevent anyone from calling the Game for what it is as they’ve trained you to go against whats within and comes naturally correct. They then have the gall to stand there and attest:
“Well, who you gonna believe? Me or your lying eyes?” if you confront with the evidence. Its gaslighting, par excellence. That is the mindset in charge of this realm and its why life appears heaven sent but truly feels like hell if you take away that coping mech and start scribbling because the next step, my friend, is to reintroduce the element and notice the shift. Better yet, I’d be willing to bet that if you simply went through the routine of anticipation and release you’d notice the next trick of Pavlovian conditioning as your heart rate and the rest starts to chill due getting what you expect and that is really, really interesting in a world filled with notifications and such things, yes?
Who knows, maybe it isn’t. To me it is. I spot these types of things and, back when I had my drop in, I’d set all types of Souls whatever challenges I’d imagine based on their energetics and we’d tweak the variables as they explored the uncharted realms of their consciousness where they’d been trained to run from A to B, on the reg, with a little C and D thrown in but the rest all missing. Off limits, non prescription or something never mentioned but that doesn’t mean it ain’t possible as the imperiment attests because once you’ve started to do this with a couple or ten things you have wildly upped your res and if you sprinkle some Dice Life in the mix you’ll see why people were literally lining up in the rain to get another fix as the one thing the Prince does well is know how to flip the script.
Who knows? Maybe I’m just like my father – too bold. My mother was never satisfied and yet they left me standing in a world so cold that I all I have to show is the glow of my Soul that I pour into these texts with the intent that it connects with the collective unconscious which is as mercilessly pimped as the individual expression which currently thinks its the flesh, voice in your head and rest of the mess when, in reality, its so much more subtle, strong and beautiful that once you Know thine Self you cannot be anything else but true and wouldn’t trade places with anyone in the Who’s Who because you simply don’t give a hoot about a figment of your imagination that manifests as them as you are quite certain and confident you are the Witness that makes all manifest in this realm as it plays out inside your consciousness.
Till we meet again
