People are born as one thing and die as another. You ever noticed this? Whats most strange is how they step in, unique, and leave as a sheep. A version of them that was fleeced, trained, pimped, chewed up and then spit into the dirt they inherit as their coffin is lowered in and the strangest thing is how few seem to notice this. That, my friend, is the hustle of all hustles and you’ve just spotted the fingerprints of the hand thats hidden well that makes all of this possible.
See, that team want to win the ultimate win and scheme the highest scheme and what else beyond deceit can elevate a man to a god in order to lord over the rest? Bringing it back to the regular res for those that don’t comprehend:
Imagine that you, every day, get a full tank of fuel in your shiny new whip that is provided by, lets say, the government. Its a new process in which the System graces one with a ride of their choice and all it takes to make the wheels spin as they enjoy their freedom. Now, lets pretend that a local gangster decides to install a public transportation system. Not many people use it as they have their own whip so he decides to start stealing cars instead. Luckily for him this is a stroke of genius as he not only creates a captive audience but also has tapped in to a fuel source, eternal. After a while people won’t even know what freedom is as they’ll be convinced the peasant wagon is their all and everything. Woe be tide anyone who criticizes this and calls them fools for not checking the small print as they tut and shake their heads whilst quoting:
“Let it be said that those who ride upon this divine chariot with grace and ease shall surely ascend from their seat and into their very own vehicle”.
Now, instead of cars and buses lets pretend we’re talking about imagination and “real life” – whatever that is – and you may just get my drift about this scam kicks because you, my friend, are the one that is gifted with Inner Sense and the ever present, shadowy “Them” that I’ve termed the Slave/Masters set up this realm to pimp your awareness as that is their Game. Mine is undoing what they did. Yours is a choice most don’t suspect exists. That is how effective the brainwashing is.
Build what death can’t destroy:
I write these words to you in the secure confidence of one who Knows he is not the blood, flesh or story in his head. What I am is far more numinous, subtle and obvious once you comprehend the shadows depth and peer beyond your ignorance. The Witness. This is what makes all possible and its constant from one life to the next as well as waking or in bed. It only exists when one is Centered in Self aka the Golden Circle. The rest are split into blue or red aka attempting to escape fears, ever present, or dreading a future that never truly manifests. I mean, you can prove this, real quick.
Take a pad and pen and write down the top three problems in your realm then think back to last year and you’ll note its just a slot to be filled and, in many ways, a total illusion that you give strength by pumping in your emotional investment. See what I mean about being powerful? You are so strong that you actually believe you’re weak. If that isn’t a stunning feat I don’t know what is. And yet 81% of the realm give not one F as they are content riding the bus with the rest as the dream of a fantastic chariot they will one day possess. What if thats the trick, my friend? That they sell and tell a tale about what was actually stolen much in the same way movies say the good guy always wins when its obvious whats at the helm is quite anti-human.
Art is a lie that tells the truth. Remember this because a Warrior can, will and should flip and inspect everything on the table they present as their view only works from a forced angle and is often revealed as patently ridiculous when one has done the Knowledge. Take money, for example:
Printed out of nothing, worth everything and enough to convince most to do the strangest of things they’d never otherwise accept in that quest for… What exactly? To heal something broken within. I have had the privilege of speaking to a few Souls that struck it quite rich after being born with less and most of them eventually admitted that the big change they expected didn’t manifest as they wished but now they could afford a better class of distractions. Its much like the tale of the American and the Brazilian fisherman:
Picture the scene. Its an idyllic bliss of blue skies and yellow sands with a sea filled with fish. A busy exec sits there, chilling, taking a well earned trip. He spots a man coming in with his boat and some nets. His coffers are reasonably filled and the mans affable grin suggests he has done well. The American questions:
“How long did it take to catch all those fish?”.
“Oh, not long” says the native.
“Why not stay out longer and catch more then?”. The man looks perplexed and says:
“This is enough for my needs and feeding my family”.
“And the rest of the day? What will you do then?”.
“Well, I get up when the sun is shining. Go and catch some fish, come home, play with my kids then take a nap with the missus. Evening comes, I go for a drink with friends and we sing and dance into the evening before getting up and doing it all again”. The businessman shakes his head and internally laughs at this primitive rustic as he attempts to lace him with some corporate wisdom:
“I have a PhD in business. I am also very rich. Here is what I think you should do.
Spend more time at sea, catch as many fish as you can. Save your money and use these profits to get a greater ship and then keep on expanding your operation by employing others instead. Create a corporation, engage in distribution via your network and watch your income swell”.
The Brazilian listens and said:
“And then?”. The American smiles a broad grin and responds with:
“Then ye shall live like a king in your own palace. When the time is right you could even bring your company to market, go public, play the market and such things as you keep on reaping the rewards of your investment”.
“And then?”.
“Then you can retire, move to some small fishing village near the ocean, wake up early, catch a few fresh ones, come home for lunch and play with your grandkids before a bit of a siesta stretch and then you and your buds can toss a few brews as you sing and dance the night away without a care in the world. Doesn’t that sound like a life worth living?”.
This confirmed the natives suspicions that the man was an educated idiot as what he’d described is exactly how he lived but, being polite, he said:
“I’ll think about it” and went on his way to regale his wife and kids with a tale of a crazy gringo who was so busy building castles in the sky he couldn’t see the lay of the land in front of him.
In many ways you are already what you dream of becoming. The hard part is unlearning all of the mess that prevents the realization of this just like awakening to the scheme can seem perilous if you are holding a tight grip on a tiny ship being tossed around the ocean which is why a broader mind and larger perspect is essential, my friend. Thing is life makes you narrow in and focus. This is why all of the sciences are so fragmented and it may seem like we’ve progressed but we have really regressed when it comes to being happy and content humans. In many ways that is the aim of this stage just like I was made to go against the grain and speak the truth like this. Note, this is my realness shared with the intent to inspire discussion, not worship or reverence because why in the hell would you place anyone higher than Self and listen to them like they’re kicking the gospel? That may seem blasphemous but it isn’t as you and the Prime are one in much the same way as one candle can light the next but the flame is held in common even if the outer shell is different. Too many people wax lyrical on that and this but are themselves not what they present. Me? I don’t have that problem because I had no choice but to look within and fix what was shredded, again and again, by a team of dark angels who are merciless with their tricks and yet they are the same forces that turned a coal of ignorance into a diamond of wisdom that learned to transcend suffering and embrace shining which is why I do this – because I was born to.
How many of you are actually natives versus the version of him the Yankee Doodle Dandy imagined? See why they say that to a man with a hammer looks like a nail? It also hints at the immense level of disconnection in this realm that fuels the sprint on the psychosocial treadmill which rarely makes one happy. I was wise enough to spot this and even though I was born with less I’ve always possessed an immense sense of abundance. Sure, some took advantage of this but no one who ever landed on my doorstep ever left unfed. On the flip, in times of lack I’ve always had something come through with a fix that sorts everything without needing to stress as I read the cues and clues that show me how to move. Thats Inner Sense, my friend. It comes from within. The Brazilian lived his lyrics whereas the American was pimped by the false dream and schemes of Adulteration that makes beasts of men then puts the beats on their rear end as they’re trained to two step, just like their parents. Some will have clicked why I call schools concentration camps, par excellence, as they are just this:
A System designed to turn what was one free and living into a shell of its Self after nearly two decades of standardized testing and brainwashing that is then rewarded with gold stars for he who regurgitates best the mess that was poured into his head.
No. Thank. You.
Build what death can’t destroy:
Gnosis.
Be as little children, in other words. Ask the difficult questions, see it as it is. Don’t you ever stop and look at your life and ask why its not working and what you can shift? When have you ever, like the original Ironman himself, took a day off just to kick it because you felt like it? For some the stress of what their boss may have said, what another expects and all this other mess does their head in but I’ve always been a champion of Self employment for this reason as I don’t get on well with authority outside of me and do as I feel. I mean, as long as it hurts no one then what is the problem? Thats true freedom, my friend, and it was rare back when but now is almost extinct as I’m cut from a cloth they no longer stitch even though they present lots of name brand alternatives that purport to be the real thing. Like Faka-Cola in an landlocked village with a crooked shopkeep who keeps the denizens in their fist, I come from another place to share this message.
Read this text about what happens after death and you’ll see why I stress Knowledge of Self as the most important thing. This one as well as the technicolor dreamcoat really is quite important and one should get familiar with it whilst living. The people in charge only are because you abdicated your throne. Don’t feel bad, 8 billion others were tricked as well in this grand scale theft that led to the creation of things called kings who are just crooks draped in purple that appear smooth up top but are flailing within as they know the house of cards they built is erected on sands that can shift, real quick, should be people snap out of the trance they were placed in and then told to sprint on the treadmill from now till they’re dead where they believe they’ll ascend to the realm and promises listed but will actually be mindwiped and slammed back in again if all they knew was the flesh and tales in their head.
Do the Knowledge. Your life depends on it, my friend. By building what death can’t destroy you are, in effect, returning to Inner Sense and as you up your res you realize the ridiculous nature of the deception as this entire realm takes place inside your consciousness ergo I am nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination here to pass on a message, live and direct, that you probably weren’t getting from within due to the amount of noiZ in your head.
Till we meet again
