Imagine one day you’re feeling lucky so off to the casino you head. Upon strolling into the premises you are told there are bonus chips to be claimed as you happened to be in at the right time and place. “Great” you think “This is better than expected”. You place bets here and there, going purely off intuition and the money just keeps rolling in and pretty soon you’re the center of attention. “This is fantastic” you think “I’m rich and I’ve barely done anything. In forty five minutes I’ve dramatically multiplied my wealth. I’m so glad I stepped in”.
With a grin you decide to cash out whilst you’re ahead and take the chips to the front desk and tell the lady waiting “Give yourself a healthy tip, I’m retiring for the evening”. She looks and says “But Sir, didn’t you notice the fine print? By accepting the free chips you forfeit the rights to any winnings as you are playing with house money and its all part of a promotion to sucker more people in”.
Your face falls. The walls come tumbling down. You’d already spent your winnings in your head and you feel the rage building. “Now wait just a minute I didn’t agree to any of this. Your colleague said they were bonus chips. Bonus. She didn’t mention any strings attached now give me my winnings”.
The cashier remains placid as she’s dealt with these type of things, time and again. People forget the nature of the business is illusion and they’re selling the image anyone can win when in reality the house never takes any losses. Only the clients. “No Sir, see by accepting what was offered we have a stake multiplier that states you must…”. “Look, I don’t want to hear any of this” you interrupt, feeling frustrated. “I did my bit, I was super lucky today and I knew I’d win. I did. The pile of chips proves this now give me my money or I’ll leave a bad review telling everyone how much of a rip off this all is“.
“I’m sxrry you feel that way, Sir. Would you like a complimentary pen to remember you visit with? Thank you for calling. We hope to see you again!” she says, flashing a chirpy grin.
Outside you’re enraged about how unfair it all is. “How could they do this? It all would’ve been cool if I hadn’t taken those darn free chips. They didn’t make a difference anyway. I was the one placing the bets. I was the one taking the risks. I deserve to win!”. The recriminations are endless and you spend a while venting and then decide you’re not going to take this lying down and wish to speak to the management.
You walk through the door and are swiftly disarmed by the charms of an attractive person radiating affection who says “Oh, congratulations! You’re in the right place at the right moment and you’ve been selected to receive some free chips” and once again you go through exactly the same motions with exactly the same results and outcome.
What gives?
Instead of a casino imagine its life on Earth and these free chips that come with pernicious strings attached? Why they’re you’re egoic construct of a (false) self. I’m sure the rest is starting to click but lets walk through it because you’ve already lived, died and then came back and did it again. And again. And again. And again. And will continue you to do so until you comprehend what I’m saying:
When you’re playing with house money there is an extra air of confidence as you’ve got nothing invested in what you’re staking so you’ll be a bit more reckless. Hold where you’d fold and double down when you’d go home. The problem is these initial wins are orchestrated to make it seem effortless for those who are watching and playing with real chips. Its all a great part of the hustle and you just got stiffed for not checking the terms and conditions.
Why didn’t you do this?
Simple. You were still a child my friend.
See the (false) self starts developing initially between the ages of four to six and is strengthened by your parents, teachers and figures of guidance who are already under its influence as they too are playing with house chips and will only realize the scheme when the Game ends and they breathe their last and attempt to cash in their winnings.
“Oh, I’m sxrry. That wasn’t you playing. That was the mask you were wearing that looks exceedingly similar but isn’t“.
Is it starting to click yet? The nature of this dangerous deception and pernicious ways in which this Game is rigged?
You can wear many kinds of masks in this realm, which is ironic because the true playa is entirely faceless hence the Witness. The trick is to realize this because then the tables turn quick and you can become exceedingly dangerous.
Why?
Because you can stand there and ask “Did everyone accept the free chips when they walked in?” and they’ll all nod their heads in agreement. “Did anyone think it was a bit odd that we all happened to win, whatever they said we did and how the initial few bets were always good spins which doubled up our investment real quick?”. “Yeah, actually now that I come to think about it that is suspicious” one says as another starts grumbling his table is getting cold because this moron is mumbling and all he wants to do is get back to gambling but in a few overly oxygenated heads a light is starting to flicker in the midst of the engineered darkness and they start questioning the entire narrative.
This is the last thing the pit boss with the horns on his head wants to happen because that means his trickery is slacking and that is not good for biz because without customers to stiff he’s sitting in the middle of the desert without a pot in which to whizz or anyone to Witness it being jettisoned. Quite a lonely existence. Maybe now you’re starting to get why there is an Earth at all as well as hints about the nature of the deception.
Thing is for 8% of them in there that catch your drift the other 81% couldn’t care less because they’re fully invested in the illusion of the delusion thanks to the resonant confusion of everyone else doing the same thing. To ensure the fable sticks 11% of those walking around are actually paid staff who are mimicking the role of tourists and thus blend right in with the rest of the morons who don’t suspect a thing.
There’s one born every minute and this Game of Souls ushers them in via the concentration camp wing of its System where it saturates their nascent existence with various thoughts, deeds and concept that are designed to ensure they never suspect a thing. The free chips are often laid on thick with lots of approval and “Well done!” type encouragement so that you run home to your parents who dole out their own form, based on their own indoctrination and when your children are born you’ll do the same thing.
Its a scam so old and so immense that none truly see it because when it seems like you’re winning who thinks of losing?
Now, imagine a man does this and instead of walking out the exit into the reincarnational spin of a different sperm meeting the same egg and being entranced quick with the allure of free chips as proffered by the System he refuses to accept? What happens next? Suddenly its all eyes on him as phones ring and senior members are alerted. “Complimentary drink, Sir? Its the finest champagne as we feel you’re worth it” she says looking sultry and seductive. Many lives he fell at this hurdle till he braced his will, gathered his resources and realized the offers would get stronger and stronger the further he walked in. “We really appreciate your custom and have furnished you with a suite this time” the pit boss says with a grin as he jangles the keys to the palatial residence on the premises where the high rollers get to kick it.
“Nope, not interested thanks” says he walking through, on a mission, but playing a different Game which is all together more dangerous as it goes against the grain of the establishment and those who hide hard eyes behind soft grins and aren’t strangers to digging holes in the desert to dispose of problems.
How does this story end?
Who knows.
We’re making it up as we progress and this is where we are, right now, here. At this very moment because it all is exactly as I’ve said and thus I’m seen as a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget as you dwell within the fleshy shell you mistake for a Self as the egoic voice in your head tells you to keep on spinning and stacking those chips as you’re winning big when in reality you’re losing the only thing you came with and Self same thing that is required to twist to the lock of the exit and get out of this realm when the opportunity presents:
Your awareness.
The Witness.
That thing that sits behind your eyes in silence because it is itself an aspect of the Psylense which is the basis and antithesis of the noiZ that created all of this out of nothing with the sole intent of profiting from your ignorance.
You don’t have to believe any of this but its exactly how it is and now you’ve experienced this missive you’ll remember these words at the end and just before you’re tricked for another spin and do it all again because I’ve had enough of walking out and coming back in to spark the recollection of magnificence in my people and have decided to make this my last visit so might as well go all out with it and place the single, solitary chip that I own in this realm and bet on my Self with my Self in order to win the ultimate win.
In many ways its like challenging the Devil to play Russian Roulette with five in the barrel as this is his playground. This is his realm and I’ve been back and forth so often that I’m starting to see his tricks and realizing the nature of the Victim and Opponent because, through his lens, the latter thinks the former (ie the voice in your head, the concepts you accepted, the constant programming and general lack of introspection) is his best friend and accurately tells it how it is when in reality you’re gambling with fake chips, just like everyone else, in a Game heavily rigged and exceedingly deceptive in which there are also stooges carefully inserted among the willfully ignorant to make it all seem convincing. Just in case you start thinking and see through the glamor and glitz and down to the real mob and their business for the spiritual wickedness is highly placed, thats for certain.
After all it made the Earth and flesh you’re wearing as well as every single thing you think you know about anything from your point of origin, true nature and whats beyond the exit as these are the imaginary chips you’re jingling and fantasizing of spending but that day will never come because all of this realm can’t leave due to the terms and conditions which is why you were warned to be in and not of by one who came previously and flipped the tables.
Til we meet again
