Take the image I’ve provided, draw it out and get some inks. Red for major pains that come and go quite frequent. Orange for nagging ones that are constant or whatever you wish – after all it is your flesh so illustrate how you wish but I request you do this before reading the consuming the rest of this dish made up of practical metaphysics with a hint of higher consciousness.
I’d be willing to bet that the areas most tense, nine times out of ten, are the neck, lower back and hips. Do you Know why that is? Say hello to your subconscious. Lets take a glimpse at the art of reality creation, the Mind Made Prison and the state I call Adulteration that holds most of the planet in its grip:
When you were born none of these states were present. We all, each and every one, step into this realm as the picture perfect embodiment of radiance I call Inner Sense. Its the most beautiful thing that should be protected and nourished but instead its trampled on, real quick, as your parents rushed to make you a version of them. Even though they’re miserable and dare not admit it. After this the System that built them piles in and by the time most are twenty six they are all but dead in terms of spirit and yet they’re lumbering on the treadmill with the rest of the plebs seeking pleasure where they can get and as many distractions as they can handle. All the while they avoid the hard questions like why that glow dimmed, why the world is how it is and the deeper meaning of things. Such is the life, unexamined, my friend. For me that was never an option because I am wildly curious and like pushing buttons to see what kicks. That and the first, last and only true freedom in this realm comes from within. I mean, if what is in your head worked real well then your life would reflect and it’d feel perfect. Well, is it?
Try answering that again after you’ve declared war on your (false) self and its myriad of coping mechs aka doing the Knowledge. Now, these pains you’ve outlined in ink are actually suppressed emotions linked to past events. This is why most of them are filling the back segments. Actually, the body is quite poetic and speaks in a tone most intense for those capable of listening and decoding its signals. For the rest we have plenty of drugs, drinks and distractions. I’m not on no holier than thou flex because I too enjoy indulging but, once upon a when, I sat down after a hard nights grafting and fired up my jerry rigged Netflix equivalent with a case of beers and intent to chill. Then, as now, the choice was immense and as I was picking through the list of what I wanted to Witness I reached down to my left and found the case staring back, empty. “What the heck?” said I as I’d just got comfortable and hadn’t even started yet. I’d sipped all the brews and then it hit me like a ton of bricks:
“I drink to escape boredom and now I’m still that but mildly intoxicated as well”.
I dimmed the lights, flicked the switch and sat there in quiet contemplation. I started listening more to my flesh and not the avoidance impulses that came to my head and made me act like this. Needless to say my sipping dipped, dramatically, as I found something far more interesting and thats when I drew the glyph that you too have just penned. I started sitting and getting comfortable with the stress I carried in my flesh. Treating it like a scared child was something that came, intuitive, and whilst I hadn’t even attempted to sketch or step on the Path of Power yet there were certain inklings, twinkling, in the depths of my awareness that were soon to provide a hint of all the details I’d missed. We’ll return to this in a minute but it goes a little something like this:
We are designed to unfold, to dance, sing and be creative. When the environment is hostile we turn in and, after a while, the scales do tip and you are what I’d call Adulterated. In this state man is numbed from within and, quite literally a shadow of his Self. It is very, very seductive as undoing the programming means calling into question past events and a lot that most would rather not admit. Let me give you an example:
A child is born, all is swell. He develops as intended and then, after crying on the pavement, his father shakes him and says two words that dictate the rest of his life sentence. From here on out the bedrock is laid for an inauthentic existence which turns life into a sentence where one foot is placed in front of the next until he meekly inherits the earth, promised, as its poured over his coffin and he is lowered in. Obviously there are more steps as each stress, the times you wanted to but didn’t yell and countless painful events that are struck from the record of conscious recollection must be stored some place else, yes? Well, they are. From beneath the neck the subconscious reigns supreme and in order to keep this hid your brain segments its presentation and stops decoding billions of bits of information and accepts around six to ten (at best) that it strings into a narrative which is then stealthily assisted by the voice in your head that most Thunk is them. As time does its thing the burden becomes immense as each of these Pixems (called as they contain pin points of information encoded as light and resonance) attract more like it to themselves.
This is why the stressed parent yells then later regrets as they try to make it up to the one they damaged because they click they over reacted as they handled not what was in front of them but were pushed from the rear by the immense weight they’re shouldering. This is what lies at the heart of all conflict – whether global or personal – hence why one should look within and comprehend that they are the problem and the situation is simply an artful deception or reflection of their inner realms. I mean, haven’t you ever noticed how so many of your arguments are simple retreads? What of the girl that comes from ex to next and finds herself replaying the same events but with a different playa stuck in? If, on the flip, you start wrestling with your ignorance and exorcise these demons from within you discover a level of freedom you never expected and, to be frank, most are not capable of handling this resonance as the thought alone scares them. Not them in terms of the Self. That Knows the sketch, real well, and can’t wait for you to awaken from the trance you were placed in. No, its the (false) self with the voice in the head that directs which quivers at the thought of your emancipation as it signals death for them.
In many respects you are not a person but a people as there are different versions at the helm that sign their own cheques and leave you to pick up the bill. Ask the man who blew up a relationship because he thought his girl was cheating and then regrets creating the exact situation he envisioned when she hadn’t done a thing but he was quite certain his sketch told him what kicks. Same with the woman to whom no man fits the bill and ends up surrounded by cats and reeking of bitterness at being left on the shelf when her friends with less are happy with what they get live their own form of bliss. This, as you can guess, simply adds to the frustration and billions live and die in its grip as people perish due to a lack of Knowledge.
Now, these aches and pains, I’ve noticed, are often quite symbolic and our language also attest ranging from calling so and so a pain in the neck or yelling at someone else to get off their back as well as having the weight of the world on their shoulders and countless other things ranging from the butterfly effect in the abdomen which houses what I call the Lower Kingdom from which springs intuition. Up above this in the mid we have the heart that is your direct line to higher consciousness and its within the walls built around it that keep most chests limited we find the inner child, hid, scared and alone. Read my free eBook for a more detailed trip as the level of somatic intelligence you possess in terms of organs and how they have their own wisdom is truly mindblowing if you are willing to become an emotional alchemist as all of this pain is truly a gift if you can be present in the moment and unwrap the tension. Why don’t you try this:
Stand up with two feet on deck. Allow your Self to relax but remain erect and then start softly bouncing. Create different points of focus. One moment you can lock in on your ankles and make these the central point of attention then knees, hips, shoulders etc. Basically we are realigning our vibration and if you do this every day for three months starting off with around nine minutes and working your way up in intervals till you can get to forty five in a stretch something really interesting happens. Try it. See what kicks. Most will attest that after their first foray into this they are met with an immense resistance to try it again even though the level of effort it takes is minimal and can be handled by most walking this realm. Why is that? Thats the (false) self protecting its investment in your ignorance and thus one must declare war on such things as this callous of consciousness hides what you’re truly seeking. Think of it like a huge glacier and the introduction of vibration creates a change on a fundamental level as sheets of ice start melting. Occasionally you may recollect an odd event from back when or find tears streaming for no reason. Others feel the urge to scream and yell. Do it. Full belt. Vent the kettle and relieve the tension.
After three months when asked to fill the chart in again their colors were way different and most were much happier, more content and generally far less reactive than they’d been before this trek into their consciousness. Did you hear what I said? The mind you possess actually holds you in its grip and the version of you you are at the moment is simply an option. There are plenty of other skills and potentials you suppressed due to the urge to fit in and because we live in times of near universal ignorance rare is the one who comes into his element. This sword too is double edged as your nearest and dearest will often resist the shift so tell them not a thing and let the results speak for themselves when they notice your refreshed presence and upgraded energetics.
A guy came to see me, back when, as he was going in for some cartilage operation. In his head he’d sketched a whole tale filled with that and this about the myth of aging, pain, erosion and the rest. It was backed up with high tech x-rays, medical examinations and the wonderful promise of surgical intervention that would solve all of his ills. I asked him to get the other side checked. He looked confused and said:
“But why? That ain’t the problem and its totally perfect? I told you, its due to age and erosion. Thats why I need these meds and operation”.
In the end he made the request to his doc that was equally perplexed but what happened next flipped his lid as the other was in worse shape than what presented as the sketch. “What the F?” he said as he relayed said events as he now possessed a lot more questions that needed answering. I asked him, on a whim, about previous events and the impressions linked to one parent and was met by a blank stare as he said:
“Nope, nothing like that. My folks were amazing“.
And yet, after examination, he discovered how he’d wanted to do this but his Dad said “No, end it” and forced him to pick another direction against his will. That, after decades on the planet, was what now manifested as this intense pain he almost went under the knife to handle.
Once you have felt it for Self things are never the same again as one wants to know who kept it hid, why and for what ends? What else? To keep the plebs in check as they run the treadmill and buy all types of pills and potions that never truly fix a thing as they only address the surface. This is how a small group of people can covertly manipulate an entire planet. It just so happens that the spells of English are the worst weapons one can imagine and thus, if mono-lingual, its really quite hard to tell how much you’re disconnected as that tongue was built to speak behind stiff upper lips that unleashed all types of wickedness…
For some this will be a Neo in the Matrix moment as they’ve met their Pane Body, first hand and in the flesh. Others will shake their heads and class it as a load of BS but, when challenged, will admit they didn’t even try bouncing as they were defeated from within before they made an attempt. Another treat you can trick is standing erect and perfectly still for ten minutes using only as enough bodily tension as needed to remain vertical. Just let gravity do its thing. Don’t resist, melt instead. As you do this close your eyes and pay heed within. Notice your breath. Where does it usually start and end? Does your belly swell in four directions as you drink the abundant Ether, ever present, or do you merely sip and die of thirst instead as you dim your potential? Do your clavicles move? How are your shoulders held? What about your hips and neck? Is your butt sticking out or pulled in? Why do you hold so much tension around your abdomen? Is it because you want to look thin or could it be something else? After a while you may start to imagine a golden waterfall of light just above your head that pours luminance within and spot where it sticks and where the flow is correct. At around month six you may have sensed that there is way more internal freedom and you’re feeling quite fit as you’ve faced and deflated the resistance you previously carried around within. What you don’t know you didn’t know strikes again!
Sitting at a chair with your face bent in to a screen is about the worst you can get in terms of respiration and circulation but we all do it which signals the true nature of this immense disconnection that I waxed poetic on in this bit about a girl who took a trip to a different time on this planet and met other incarnations and how they dealt with the deal of wearing flesh because time, to us, is like water to a fish and if someone dumped a whole load of hallucinogens into it the only way you’d tell is if you were moved from your element into a stream, fresh. Then the difference would be evident and you too would scream from the hills that the fix was in and we’re being fed upon by predators of consciousness that may be invisible but their effects are felt, everywhen.
This is just a basic introduction to a concept that has immense depth and you’ve seen, first hand, the power of standing still and simple motion when it comes to doing the Knowledge. If you wish to extend your foray into unchartered realms you can try changing how you breathe. For example, in for four, hold seven, exhale for eight via pursed lips. Watch how your mind shifts. Better yet try the Two X where, as the name suggests, the out doubles the sip and that creates a chilling effect far better than any drink as they both work on your CNS. This is what I noticed as the next time I sat to sip I paid heed to my inner realms and what kicks after that liquor was in my system and the first thing that clicked was there was a noticeable reduction in tension which set me off on a quest to find out why this is and if I can get the benefits without ingesting a blend that really isn’t the best thing to pass over ones lips.
Not saying you need to become a Mormon or anything but I’m quietly confident that he who implements said changes, does the imperiments and starts upping their Game will find the flames of Inner Sense start glowing once again as the ember, long dimmed, is finally in ascent and that, my friend, is why I ask if you’d rather be rich or fearless as the question isn’t a trick but highlights, real well, how most will pick the worst option they Thunk is best due to their current level of impoverishment. Do the Knowledge.
Till we meet again
