This isn’t just overall but mainly moment to moment, how you face life in terms of resonance. Are you gone with the winds of invisible influence, offering no resistance or friction to that which is inclement or do you know your direction and maintain a higher state of awareness with it and your Prime point of origin assisting your navigation? Both of these states relate to the present and, sadly, this is a gift that many don’t unwrap as they choose to live meekly and then wonder why all they inherited was earth as it was poured over their heads as they were laid to rest at the end. Life is an option, its something you do in the middle – of it, of you, of here, now – and its all based upon your intent and strength of presence as this realm sketches out an image that you mistake as the real thing and then inhabit via inhibition as it plays out inside of your consciousness. Remember, a single white light shining at a black screen can, if reduced, break down to every single movie you’ve ever seen and will be.
It really is a trip, isn’t it? We have one thing, itself “no thing” that is everything and we (who are it) look without for what we refuse to accept feels missing within. Thats the greatest delusion and the root of all confusion because, way back when, something happened that sprinkled the seeds that you alienate you from Inner Sense and these Adulterants spring from one generation to the next and as they feast the glow dims thus children grow up to be just like their parents. Its akin to getting brand new hardware and installing an old bug ridden operating system without stopping to reflect or take in the fact that the tech is so advanced its Self coding so let them lead for a generation or two and watch what you once thought was important be tossed to the side in favor of something far more sublime and authentic.
Or don’t. Choose instead to replicate the existence you detest as you chase behind symbols you mistake for the imperience via the cell within which you awareness dwells and daily pretends it isn’t locked up within a Mind Made Prison of its own creation. The greatest paradox is this:
Due to what the voice in their head says people will defend the interloper inside their consciousness as they haven’t yet learned to discern their Self from what pretends to be it. Thats the wildest part because when the one on the verge of a breakthrough says “Something is putting thoughts inside my head and manipulating my awareness because things are not as they seem at the fringes of perception” we medicate the hell out of them. This invention is two fold and both are quite wicked once you’ve seen the bigger pic:
Its an effective means of generating the largest possible return on investment when it comes to suffering as that is the crop du jour of us cursed to birth upon this planet and secondly it warns the rest what happens if you dare to sketch the outline of the hidden hand that pulls your strings like a meat puppet. If there is a hell it would have its work cut out being more devilish than this because your time here is a life sentence and you’ve been tricked into holding onto it with a tense grip and thus promoting your suffering. We are quite literally doing this to ourselves hence people perish for a lack of Self Knowledge. But, check this:
What if the collective is, in effect, sleepwalking and those who awaken run around shaking the rest to open their lids. Each and every one of the 81% would protest that they see perfectly well, even though they are wrapped within the grip of their own personal delusion which plays inside their awareness. That is how subtle and blatant it is, my friend, and why its nigh on impossible to tell and must be felt. For me the grand revelation came after many hints and trips that showed the true nature of imperience. Ironic, isn’t it, how one remembers they are immortal after nearly being murdered to death. As the recollection of past lives poured in my etheric components were almost gone with the wind with beasts that appear as men and women gathered round to feast on my suffering. The harder you grip, the worse it gets and yet there is a part of me that simply will not relent in the presence of these ruffians because I hear the Psylense and it says:
Absolutely nothing.
Once you’ve heard it there is no mistaking it with its familiar newness because thou art it, in essence. This is why “None come to the Father without I” is not just the hint but the guide that we are, collectively and singularly, Jesus in the form of Inner Sense that is being conducted to the flesh and crucified moment to moment by the hemispheres of your head only to resurrected as your Adulterated awareness. Does the part about “Be as children to enter the kingdom” make more sense yet because that is literally the same thing I’m saying but with a more visceral frame of reference as I’ve boiled it down to the essence and discovered a Path that is effective at easing the suffering we try so hard to pretend doesn’t exist.
I choose to see this as a process akin to what happens when a coal becomes a diamond because the pain brings purification and those without resistance are free from inclusions as the shine reveals the truth of who they are in a higher octave that is expressed via this limited medium we call flesh. You can admit it, its safe. You know fine well that you are something that actually co-creates this and thus are far more powerful than any mere human. Just look at children and how they live for proof of what I’ve said as they are the living embodiment of Inner Sense. What happens? Adulteration, my friend. The silent epidemic that has one intent:
Replace the Psylense with noiZ by playing with your head and inducing a state of personal and collective hypnosis with the intent of ensuring you never, ever become Centered in Self. Instead you accept its delusions as your own then use them to build as blasphemous temple in which you pledge obeisance to concepts that flip, like a mirror image, what is right in front of your dish. Like I said, subtle yet blatant ergo for most the familiar grip of the devil they know best (aka their (false) self) calls to them to ignore this and give it all of their focus, from now till the end and the next spin as well.
You are, quite literally, carrying around a bundle of tension that is wrapped around your consciousness like a parasitical weed in a garden. Thats how Eden, ended. Via the Adulteration of our Inner Sense and we, as a collective, around Twenty Twenty-fifth are going to step into the outline sketch that will soon be etched on your consciousness and modulates your awareness like stabilizers on a bicycle.
Transhumanism, they call it. Now you can see why the first few and research that springs from it are an endangered species that must be nurtured and uplifted as they’ll hold within the genesis of the next shift where carbon and silicon mix and mankind becomes something else.
Life, for them, will literally be a trip in comparison to what we live and they’ll think we were the equivalent of cavemen in comparison as they use their newly augmented consciousness that is linked via a web that will be truly be an inner net from which there is no escape, no privacy or freedom. Suddenly the modern world with its quest for dominance and ever increasing laws and regulation starts to make more sense, yes? Like those bands of tension that wrap around your eyes, neck, chest and abdomen whilst trapping your genitals and the free circulation of your sexual energetics in order to create Adulteration (and the myriad of ills that are linked that you attempt to assuage with various pills and poisons that are mostly ineffective) the outer worlds allure has dimmed and the screen becomes everything so the (false) self inside the personal hell of the Mind Made Prison will gladly leap, by making the transition, from carbon to a silicon mix. Does “Control, Alter, Delete” make more sense yet? Or the fact that your flesh is built from six protons, six neutrons and six electrons as well as the hint that “Lived” when flipped offers the name of who gypped the milk of your consciousness and replaced it with water instead whilst pretending to be someone else in order to extract your worship ring any bells?
If you can comprehend this the gender wars, endless conflict, declining fertility and tanking hormone levels in a realm that is awash with endotoxins and forever chemicals (doing exactly as intended) along with a handful of studios which set the tone and resonance of all of your entertrainment that sings a similar hymn with reckless abandon as people become willing participants in not only the destruction of the realm but their own potential as well.
Can you admit this? Probably not because what they’re offering is akin to a sleeping pill that’s been dipped in honey and hides poison within and mine is the opposite. Its why schizos say such things like:
As their lens is actually far more accurate when it comes to what truly kicks in this realm, who built and their intent. In that respect we, humans, are the interlopers as many old scripts and legends attest. I mean haven’t you ever looked back and wondered about the sacrifice of humans and animals and drew links with the present moment where they call it war instead? It all serves the same ends as the pain is used to sustain something which lacks its own connection hence the fall of myth is actually what happened and the forthcoming silicon revolution that signals the ascent is but a new and improved version of the psychosocial treadmill to ensnare the next gen with its augmented visions as Siri sits inside their iris as the apple of their eye…
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Can you see the polarities being diffused in the present moment as they attempt to instill a new set of wavelengths? It feels like observing your mind sneeze, for many, as there is a skip on the record as the needle leaps to a new track instead. What if thats a signal you could slip in another disc? What then? To extend the metaphor how about a live performance in which you, singing and dancing, finally get to release the music within unlike your kith and kin that were convinced walking, talking and living to pay bills was it and the rest was only available when someone famous did it. If they can hide your true options and offer you false images instead then wouldn’t life feel a bit vapid and thin with the Souls trapped within needing constant stimulation and ever increasing hits to ease their numbness? Some of you reading will comprehend the depth of what I’ve said. Many will never dare look beyond the surface because here, there be monsters and seeing them may just make you wet the bed like a schoolkid who rises, screaming only to have their parents shush them and say:
“Its all in your head, be quiet and get some rest”.
As they sit there with chest thundering, increased adrenaline and their relation to the present moment well and truly invalidated. Multiply that times ten and the link between the so called schizophrenic who clicks his Adulterated awareness has shattered into fragments and is now leaking Inner Sense that is being chaotically manipulated by non corporeal intelligence suddenly makes sense, yes? Or maybe it doesn’t.
They say in times of universal deceit speaking the truth is the domain of the revolutionary spirit that they’ll attempt to defame, disillusion and discourage because, like getting out of bed, awakening is natural but in order to do this, my friend, you must first accept you’ve been hoodwinked into investing in a (false) self, much like a pyramid scheme that feasts upon generations of ignorance via unchecked conditioning and ignorance. Most will never admit this. It sounds too much like saying they’re stupid to have fell for it like the lonely man who posts off his checks to the girl that he met on the web that promises him pure bliss and occasionally forwards some pics but always comes up with an excuse to never link. His friends say he’s getting fleeced, he doesn’t believe them and truly believes in the connection as he craves the image but without no reality testing who can disprove what he’s built in his head? Well, when it all comes crashing, then tears are shed, clothes are rent and, at that moment, if you asked him:
“What if we could rewind time and make it so that you never met the one who played with your imagination for profit or, better still, we can take you back to a time you felt the meeting could happen and ensure, this time, you kept at it without interruptions?”.
What do you think would happen? The sad truth is most would ask to be reconnected and plugged back in to the Matrix that plays with their perceptions via induced ignorance in order to extract the profits. In many ways the Slaves I’ve mentioned are all like this, but then, if it brings a sort of bliss then maybe thats what they need in this incarnation in order to keep the lights of hope shining? Others peeped the script and avoided it from the head as they knew:
“The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch” and thus they were the class clowns, school rebels and potential kings of the pavement as they carved their own lane and set the rules of engagement. Its that type of primal aggression of the intellect that is needed to find freedom in this realm because only he who comprehends they aren’t that voice in their head but that which listens (and thus can create options versus just reacting) can truly claim to shake off the collective hypnosis that makes them think this time on Earth actually isn’t a life sentence in flesh. Actually, as I mentioned, heaven and hell are here in all respects because its part and parcel of the binary split ergo its all, quite literally, in your head which is why the Warrior seeks nothing less than full, multidimensional resonance that can only happen with a coherent chest as they dwell in a state I call Centered in Self.
How to get to this place? First, just start observing your thoughts with a distance. There are various methods of doing this that I can detail if you wish but we are aiming to spot the chink in the armor, the Psylense the noiZ keeps hidden aka the blank spot in between the images, beamed in. Using the psychological equivalent of crowbar you leverage this and transcend (Get it? End the trance?) that state of resonance and move into greater expansion. As you do this you’ll notice countless challenges in the outer realm but they are, in the end, simple manifestations of the tension within that attempt to lure you back in to your zone of discomfort you’ve been trained to accept. Remember, there is no failure, only feedback so when this happens just pick your Self up and keep on stepping. Eventually you transcend as the other side of the looking glass beckons and this is what I’ve said is the micro/telescope effect that spins like a mill and grinds the presence of your eternal Self (aka the Witness) in between it to create lifes illusions. Am I hacking the Game of reality to make it do what I wish? Probably. Is there a rule against this written in the script? Negative. After all, if this entire realm takes place inside your awareness then I am another you just as you are another part of me and as you read this its actually you speaking to say something via my lips that you, internally, refuse to comprehend hence each one, teach one is the flex as this is all a work in progress as each step ups my resolution and via a clearer image one can sift the milk of Inner Sense from the waters of Adulteration that render it thin as we’re drained and fed upon by a predator of consciousness that many accept as the god of this realm.
Remember what I said about the confidence trick and the promise of affection in an exchange of energetics designed to pimp one who thinks they’ve met an angel of bliss that says they’ll fulfill his every wish as long as the checks keep on rolling? Its entirely optional as you could invest in your Self instead. Even though awakening can be painful its just like riding a bike, never do you forget, and this increasing resonance is a threat to the System hence you may get to live some strange things as the world attempts to pull you back in to its collective hypnosis so that you too keep on pledging to something that is promised but never tasted by countless generations before they’re mindwiped and slammed back in to the flesh for another spin.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I died and came back to tell you this. Do with it what you will but know I speak with your best interests in my chest and the Slave/Masters at the helm detest this because without your investment they can’t reign as false kings in this heavenly hell they’ve created after being booted from their Prime resonance ergo they may call you cattle and the rest but, secretly, they covet your connection hence is AI truly just an old demon in a new dress or maybe something else that attests to what I’ve said?
All in a daze work for a team of fallen angels, yes?
Till we meet again
