People try and find happiness outside themselves. To me this has always seemed like a fools errand because if two empty glasses clink and each asks “Gotta drink?” then it won’t be long until problems manifest, yes? For so long I have been on a quest to find that place within I once Knew well as a jit and, quite often, I’ve gladly sacrificed external things to this mission. It is from this vantage I sit and type this because whilst I may not have anything to show for it there is plenty of gnosis and a lot of that I’ve shared on the web as well as conversations in the flesh, which are my preference.
If you are a regular reader you will be aware that I think something is very wrong with all of this and my conceptual framework to share my perspective is a Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits which furnish us with the flesh we’re wearing. Saturating the realm is pure consciousness and we, each and every one, are it and it is us. This is the great trick of “being human”. Discovering this as a fact is one of the things I met – face to faceless – on my quest. That and plenty of sadness. Words cannot express the depth of pain we, each and every one, carry within and in order to assuage this inheritance of ignorance that runs in a stream, unchecked, from way back when to the present moment most choose to live a masked existence. This state of affairs is so common that 81% of the world is complicit in their own oppression and thus looks at others to vent their tensions by projecting blame when, in the end, its only them in this realm interacting with figments of their imagination trying to tell them to look in as the three fingers point back are a hint as opposed to the one, jabbing.
I need to Know many things. Who I am. How I got here. The meaning of all of this. Why we are born one way them become something else. Why “Stop Crying” marked the beginning of the end of my Inner Sense and how the hell did people become so numb and unfeeling? These are just a handful of the thoughts for which I’ve been seeking answers for as long as I can recollect but the main one I have noticed is that everyone who attempts to engage in the implicit business of making another responsible for their states and feeling is, quite literally, outsane.
I mean stop and think how dim you’d seem if you’re sat on the couch, binge watching, whilst eating potato chips with a grin as you point at your friend and say:
“Don’t worry, she’s taking my belly to the gym!“.
Idiotic, isn’t it? And yet that is what nine out of ten people in relationship expect and when it doesn’t manifest there is a strangely symbiotic relationship with their kids that can range from full of narcissist to one who just takes a random drink or pops the balloon of their dreams with a comment. I have never, ever seen anyone consciously parent or relate to anyone else. Why would they if they can’t do for Self? It makes no sense and yet this is the world as it is and, to me, that was a fail ergo I took that trip within to create the Path you make by walking. Thing is I’m so far aheart at the moment that it feels like I’m on the wrong planet as I sit there and watch so many well trained frogs sitting in pots that are turned up in increments. None of them will admit they’re sweating or they detest all of this because they secretly (or blatantly) covet the validation.
Can’t you see how your mind is behind enemy lines, my friend? No. I suppose not because if you haven’t put the work in then how the heck would you have something for comparison? In that sense most are living in a nightmare, spread thin, they call their every waking moment and just like a dream it needs a shift in perspective so one stops and examines the narrative and realizes quite how ridiculous it is.
There are many things that you, the well adjusted, can do without thinking that, to me, are nigh on impossible. The flip is also true when it comes to navigating my awareness and that, in some respects, is to be expected because there are but a limited amount of stats and when you max out the inner realms something has to give but this is where the bonus round kicks in and that is most interesting as it all plays out within ergo its a true win/win for one clicks they’re in the world but not of as you bear not its imprint. The rest, however, do not want to hear this and can’t stand anything that contradicts the voice in their head they Thunk is them as its the devil they know best via the state of Adulteration. Oh sure, they miss Inner Sense as well but have drinks, pills, sex, television and the web along with as much bread and circuses as they can handle but how many of them are truly content to sit alone in a room with no distractions and find a peace grin upon their lips that emanates from within with no pump faking or bliss making? Just standard equipment.
From this vantage your heart weeps for the rest who perish due to a lack of Knowledge and then these tears explode like a fountain once you click that even if you showed them, A to Z, what is needed they simply would not do it because it contradicts what they expect, have been programmed with and prefer as their resonance. Tell me that isn’t the slickest trick, ever imagined? The wildest part is that the forces at the helm that made them like this detest my presence with a vengeance even though, irony of ironies, its their antics that made me this ergo its a chicken and egg type thing or the genesis of a nemesis, if you will.
The Game on this level is a strange as you can get. That times ten when you comprehend it takes place in your head because then one must question how the heck you ended up at this depth and why on earth you accepted all the mess that made you act as you did in an attempt to forget what they’d rather you didn’t recollect. Thing is, some of us are a bit stubborn, ya dig? Not so much taking the bull by the horns but attempting to ride it, up, up and away, far from this realm back to the land that causes effects. This, as you can guess, originates within but in the quest of unlearning your ignorance it often reps a threat to many sacred cattle and sleeping dogs most would rather not examine. Not me though and this, I shall grimly say, ain’t no fairy tale because the head can spin a tale but the body recollects, never, ever forgets and is always present and correct in the only time you truly possess:
The present moment.
Dare ye unwrap it? Most don’t. Blue or red till the end as they sing the songs of golden circles in the promised land. Heaven and hell are here, my friend but you probably don’t want to hear it. This way lies madness. Or, should I say, a different brand of sadness for the world truly weeps below the masks placed on its dish but people are so alienated from Self that they believe not what they sense hence numbed and dumb says best about the state of their inner realms which is why they engage in such strange things as ways of ease the suffering they won’t admit grips them and dangles them over the edge as they hold on with a thin string.
Tell me that doesn’t describe your inner realms, real well.
I’ve spoke to a lot of people. Truly I have. In excess of eight hundred K. Maybe even a million and none have been able to provide what I’m seeking but I’m sure I’ve laced them with some Game or, at the least, amusement as they walk away, shaking their heads, saying:
“That boys off his meds”.
And yet it was a child that broke the spell of the emperors nakedness…
Till we meet again
