You ever have that feeling that something kicks but you’ve only had a glimpse of the full pic? I’ve got that sensation at the moment and this is the old “Don’t know you don’t know” effect aka a Game of three halves doing what it does best. For those that dwell on the surface and never even dream of the depths the conversation may seem ridiculous bu the ones who Know the shadows depth can comprehend what I’ve just said because when gods with amnesia is the script that creates human beings wrapped in dense layers of stress there are plenty of places to hide wisdom. Best of all, within. Its the last place they’ll think of checking, especially if the outer realm is filled with bells, whistles and distractions. What I am wondering is this:
Lets pretend this is Krypton and we’re all supermen and women. Something kicks, some type of cataclysm and they become mere humans instead. Thats right, you heard correct. They are stripped of their super powers and immense strength. Instead they must learn how to eke out an existence and via the sweat of their brow do they earn their daily bread. At first they lamented the loss of what went and kept these things alive via myths and legends but how soon one forgets when the vibration dips as that is akin to an ice cube turning to his friend, equally rigid, and asking if he recollects the feeling of flowing like a stream. It beggars belief to one that is, on all sides, hemmed in via a construction like a dimension as they sit, chilling, in the fridge waiting to be placed in a drink.
One of the most amazing things about my life and the main reason I wouldn’t trade places within anyone is this quest that I call the Path of Power which you create by taking the steps. You literally don’t have a clue what comes next and, many times, I have been over my head with no swimming lessons under my belt and its at these crucial bits you uncover some strength or resource you didn’t suspect and then implement it in the moment. On the other end you are a better version of your Self and then comes the time when you sit and reflect. Now is one of those times and it got me pondering because if the sky fell on Krypton and turned supermen into plebs who were merely human what if there was a sect of the elect that somehow retained their strength? In one sense they could choose to become gods of that realm as what they possess places them above all the rest but if they’re wise they’ll know, real quick, the survivors wouldn’t like this and could cause all types of problems. Far better to keep the gifts hid and rule from the shadows instead whilst blending in.
Then, thinking about it, you could start recruiting others, in secret and under penalty of death then place them in positions of power and influence to put on a show for the rest. Consider it a win/win as you get to shine bright on the world stage and also know you have a special friend with a cape that will swoop in and save you in case of a problem. Side note, Clark Kent is the biggest simp that ever lived. I mean he had all the gifts and he gave them up for a woman. Even as a jit I thought “What the F? What kind of messed up deal is this?” because fact or fiction it truly made no sense. And yet, as I progressed I read so many myths and legends in which the gods of yore, that once walked among men, found the women attractive and dipped their wick to create a race of demigods which really put the cat amongst the pigeons, in a metaphysical sense. Of course nobody in modern times believes that BS and we ain’t talking about Earth but what happened on Krypton, after the sky fell.
Can you imagine the mind trip being inducted into this and finding out that They Live told the truth via fiction. Life would never be the same again as you’re literally looking through another lens. Best not say a thing though as those laser eyes may just come put an end to your riff, real quick. Then again, why would you? If its all sunshine and rainbows after you’ve placed your bid they’ll make sure you ascend in exchange for doing your bit. All of that said, there is something I’m not getting yet and because its from DKDK land I don’t have a clue what it is as I sit here awaiting the next hint which clicks like a straight line in Tetris and the previous ignorance gives way to wisdom which is akin to a spiritual orgasm as words cannot express the gift and presence of res that keeps bumping up in increments. I mean, you could picture it like this:
It is Nineteen Eighty Four on the planet of Krypton. Life, surprisingly, is almost identical in their realm as it is to where we lived, back when, except you are in the clique. That means that whilst everyone else is watching a big booty CRT with an analog signal you, externally, appear to have the same thing but thanks to the magic goggles they handed you, as an initiate, you and your kids get to watch HD instead. Its literally a different world, yet identical. When anyone else comes in you view as they did but when alone and in private you get all types of access, on demand channels and all the latest perks and gifts we associate with tech. Its a great deal, yes? You can see why people would fall over themselves for access to this realm of gods among men. What type of world do you think they’d build? Would the denizens click that the electric which powered the external inventions was what previously gave them a lift but now it was tapped by silicon instead as the innate resonance was beyond the carbon to which they’d sink? Much like getting a holophone and installing a Nokia brick OS then sending a text mess instead of what it was capable.
We check back in to the year Forty Ninety Six and people are caped up and cutting loose back on Krypton. Everything looks back to the way it was, until we zoom in and meet pixelation. WTF? None of this is actually happening. They’re in cryogenic stasis in pods much like the Matrix which is pooling their consciousness via digital interfaces to create a reality that doesn’t exist which is beamed back to them. It is at this point the truth kicks in like a ton of bricks:
They were simulated within a simulation, off rip.
The descent into matter was simply another level of the Game and those who kept their state were, in effect, privilege escalating to the old stage much like playing an MMO with a bug, pre-update that allows you to move in a way quite strange compared to those just logging in and not having a clue what hit them. In this case the cheats would be spotted, real quick, and the system would move against them to patch whatever it was they pimped and this explains, real well, the need to move in secret and be subtle because if the entire point of it all was to make super then less and less till they weren’t even men but mankind instead then that kind of makes sense as each step reps its own challenge but if the interloper sussed a way to use some type of tricks then they’d be a step ahead and could, if they wished, create a world within a world of a simulated higher realm as, to those plugged in, it would be just this but, in the end, built on deception.
Sheesh! Can you imagine the stress and paranoia that would go into maintaining this glitch? How you would need to temper wanting to walk down the street with super nuts hanging versus induced Clark Kenting just in order to fit in? What about what you’d let rip, in secret? I mean, you’d have the whole realm sewn up as anyone who could do a thing would be your bought and paid for agent to push a script and the illusion you sell would be happily accepted by the rest as it brings a form of convenience to them and, since they fell, its all about accepting what you get versus going against the narrative as they went from singular to group as that is what the terms dictated. Interestingly, in the heavens, thats what the unfallen did as well but it really chafes for them as they are so used to doing their own thing but comprehend they need to preserve their skills and working together is needed. An element of corruption seeps in and they vie for power among themselves. There are fractures and splits as some don’t like the way they’re treating the rest and others couldn’t give an F as they have became drunk on power and dream big of creating a false ascent via the use of digital tricks that aims to keep the old sons of Krypton plugged in to the whole rising and falling thing but each trip is more intense as they clicked they can mine their minds from within whilst selling dreams and illusions that most accept as the real thing as the grip of matter on consciousness gets more and more intense which each step.
I Know, I’ve got a vivid imagination. You should have checked what was in my head at the end of the second Matrix as what I’d penned in regards to the third act far eclipsed what they said as my concept saw Neo and Smith exchanging positions due to some strange imprint and thus the one they dread actually came to protect whilst the other went rogue instead and that is when he discovered that Morpheus himself was actually sent as a disguised agent of darkness who had the intent to trick and make him think he’d transcended when, in reality, he was still plugged in. Never left. This is why he could feel the sentinels as he’d become untethered in the sense that you recollect how they jacked in and out of the Matrix and the babies were born in pods linked via flesh and mechanics to extract their energetics? Well, its just like that was Ethernet and Neo, now full of true Self realization after transcending the architects deception, had became wifi mobile instead and was tapped in directly to the source and thus it was an immense Game of chess using varying levels of agents, both wise and unwitting, to fuel his ascent but, in the end, it was all on him to pick up the pieces and string them in to a coherent narrative as he zipped through the events that led to all this because the ultimate aim was total transcendence as when this clicks he’s on a level where he can simply unplug the Matrix and its false creation so those capable do ascend to their Prime resonance and those that were just programs, pretending, slide back to the abyss of the algorithm that forged them.
As you can probably guess what they manifested paled in comparison to this and made me very suspicious about some things which set me off on another “There is something I’m not getting” quest, back when, that I just decided to mention at random as none of this has any real world reference and any syncs to people, places or organizations is pure coincidence as we’re speaking on Krypton as I turn over concepts in my head and see from a different vantage that, for some reason, I decided to share on the web. Who knows? It may inspire something or this may be the post that causes the sleeping giant within the collective unconscious to shift its induced state of resonance and unleash immense healing and true feeling over the planet as that is the Soul intent of the willhelpme project and some times its worth flipping the script and doing something different as it can be the subtle element that changes everything for the best as the rest was but priming for this moment of magnetization that hails the shift that rearranges the fractal as we gain health, wealth and transcendence in ways most unexpected.
Till we meet again
