I would like you to imagine an atomic torch. Unlike the basic flex of chipping the shell in order to deliver death they have refined the tech so that you can press a button and unleash a slice of light to illuminate what you wish then select again and take it back to a containing shell that hides immense strength. Better yet, lets pretend the above thing you just imagined is a light saber instead. Yeah, thats much more accurate and entertaining because it takes something quite slick and turns it into a weapon of death. You know the only thing mightier than the sword is the pen, yes? It doesn’t matter how much they advance or regress the tech because, in the end, the one I’m pushing shares a wisdom from beyond his realm which can only be called gnosis of the numinous and this, with an ironic twist, brings us back to the ghost in the shell which started this topic:
The human Soul.
We are, at our most basic, pure consciousness. This, when undiluted, is what I term Inner Sense. It vanishes, real quick, into this life sentence and because this process is as slick as it is painful most will never, ever set off on the quest to reclaim their inheritance. In many ways its like being born into a mansion and then, somehow, you’re swindled into renting a drafty basement in the same building whilst paying top whack rent to those who profit from tricking. If you managed to comprehend there is a reason why there are images of you, your folks and lineages all over the walls and wished to claim your divine heritage they’d yell “Stop noticing!” and call you worse than Hitler himself. Ironic, yes?
Imagine you could get the whole world to BS itself and then tear each other to shreds about that and this whilst remaining solidly ignorant of what I mentioned? Tell me, my friend, would you class these people as less than human for being stupid? What about Slaves? Would that be more accurate? How about the ones who did this and profit from the ignorance? Would Slave/Masters be ignorant? And of the one who sits atop the pyramid, eyeing his creation in degradation? What of he? God or Devil? I’ll let you tell it… Isn’t it amazing that those ignorant of what I’ve just said could, very easily, be convinced that life in the flesh is heaven sent due to the pleasures they filch and string into a narrative whilst those who Know the shadows depth would say something else that, quite often, massively contradicts the official narrative which, at this moment, has 8 billion Souls swindled out of their respective Kingdoms whilst they choose to pay rent to a galactic Merchant of Venice that rubs his palms in glee at how well he doth fleece the ship as he grins like a villain and means it whilst counting his pounds of flesh that lumber around in ignorance…
I would like to introduce you to a concept I call the Earthday Suit. It is, as you can imagine, another term for the flesh you are wearing and much like the atomic torch mentioned off rip it hyperconducts pure consciousness that is then trained to “Sit still! Look ahead and do well on the test otherwise your parents will stress and withdraw their affection!” using various arrays and stacks of Catch Twenty Two situations. That, in and of itself, is an immense hint about the whole square head way of doing things which is also quite suggestive of what truly kicks in this realm as the frogs in the kitchen aren’t sweating for nothing but how many suspect the nature of the chef that placed them in pans, translucent, filled with water that he amps in increments? Or degrees, if you will. Which points back to the square heads as why the F would anyone wish to partake in a ritual which makes them another brick in the wall of ignorance? Oh yes, thats why! Because of the old script of wanting to please their parents by regurgitating what the teach said to do well on the test then get into debt in order to earn more than the rest so they can pay it back (with interest) as they instruct their kids, real well, on how to run the psychosocial treadmill that was etched in their consciousness as the only sane option and thus worth considering – even if it generally makes them miserable. But they won’t admit this. Oh hell no! They’re too invested in the narrative, fractured from within and entirely ignorant of the entire sketch hence the Earthday Suit topic is one of earthshaking importance because I’m not just pushing the pen so you nod your head in assent. Far from it. Pick this argument to shreds, flip it around, play the angles, feelsee if it makes sense to that silence in your chest that Knows far more than the voice in your head that attempts to drown it in constant noiZ and manipulation as that is simply an agent of the Slave/Masters designed to keep you hooked on phonics and not comprehending what truly kicks.
Can you imagine a race track? The lines are neatly etched and each lane is made for those within to sprint. They are focused on the win and know that others are doing the same but are also confident they can win as their intent is to get ahead. Now, lets pretend that instead of being uniform, solid and predictable the flat circle of time in their head is actually revealed to be a sphere. What then? Suddenly what they prepped you to handle makes no sense as the elements seem to melt and shuffle at random which really interferes with your running. Worse still there are these tricky clown looking demons that grin as they tie your shoelaces together before the pistol bings and, sometimes, they drop those ACME cartoon holes in the track that have you falling into other realms in a scene that melts and shifts before your eyes and makes very little sense.
What I’ve just described is the difference between two states of mind. Both exist within. One access billions of bits of information per second and thus is far more rich and vivid than the other which process 8, at best. I mean, have you ever wondered why if I yell out a phone number and ask you to recollect you’ll do pretty well around this but if it gets to ten you forget unless you make a song and dance of it in which case your recollection doth leap, exponentially? What of nursery rhymes, my friend? Peep what was missing from the script they etched in your head, back when, and let me know if it makes sense or if I’m reaching like Dhalsim:
Row, row, row your boat (made of flesh),
gently down the stream (of consciousness).
Merrily, merrily, merrily (for fear is false evidence appearing real),
life is but a dream (within a dream).
See, if they told you off rip and you still accepted the loud part without checking the fine print then that is your problem, isn’t it? Thats how the karma bandits think as they’ll happily pimp the laws their advantage whilst placing the boot on your neck for imagined transgressions. Like carbon taxes and this whole performance because a) it was invented by a petroleum company who wished to clear up their image and b) the super rich use way more than the rest combined who are too dim to click its just another stealth tax stomping holes in their rear end as they line up to accept the indignity of being wanded and nearly stripped whilst paying more for less, yet again. Remember, this may seem foil of tin thinking but when they told you to stay indoors, isolate and be scared to death they themselves were partying without an F given and saying “Nope, you can’t hug your dying grams as conditions are red with this whole COVID things so talk through the glass, pleb”. Tell me I’m lying. Better yet, check their narrative via the lens of what I said as you own the Kingdom where you are forced to pay rent. Thats the real terrorism but none dare admit it…
So, we have a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness that floats, high above this realm, in what you could term the heavens. It is made up of cells that vibrate at an immense rate of potential. They are, in effect, singing and dancing. After a while there is a point shift and some start falling as rain, getting more dense in the process. The thrill is immense as is the nascent sense of “Me-ness” they are developing. The water pools as it hits the deck and this is akin to the concentration camp wing of the System aka schooling. On the other end of this comes out nicely formed snowmen who are, ironically, in their lowest, most fixed state of vibration and have heads full of Thunk and chests that miss freedom. This is how you were kicked out of the mansion you once possessed. Read this free eBook for an in depth glance at your sanctum and its current state of disrepair as well as the true nature of the voice in your head that is a pimp, par excellence, and not beyond smacking a high note out of your ass to get the performance it wishes. After all, disrespect of one so ignorant is almost expected, as standard, because who in their right mind would accept this type of treatment? Well, considering 8 billion Souls do its kind of effective, yes? Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I don’t run the treadmill as I saw the trick coming which is why they’ve attempted, many times, to hand deliver death to me as I won’t bend the knee and join them in the suppression of the rest and thus am a major threat as I remind you of the things you were made to forget.
Chief among them is Inner Sense. This is the falling rain state of consciousness which is still plugged in to the undifferentiated. Many call this “god” or other such labels which I avoid due to the inherent baggage and prefer the term Psylense as its so perfect because its seen from within and is very quiet as well which means its quite easy to miss with a head full of noiZ that has been programmed, real well, by the System that erects and sustains the treadmill of work, buy, consume, die you run from one life to the next, get mindwiped and do it again with a fresh shell wrapped around your unfinite consciousness. I’ve been here before. I literally died and came back to share this text so do with it what you will but do consider what I’ve said as your life may just depend on it. Unless you are hell bent on “being human” as you stand at the bottom end of the totem and believe you’re the apex. That is exactly what the predator of consciousness feasting and beasting on you wants you to think. Or Thunk, if we’re being correct as that is what happens once the Dual Reality Principle kicks in as what once flew like the rain on the plain in Spain is now a frozen chunk of solid water that may or may not be melting due to a totally unrelated process called mass awakening but they’ll sell as climate shift so they can pimp a few more shekels from what they print out of air thats thin and back with nothing but your imagination as ye, the gluten intolerant, sprint for your daily bread whilst covered with sweat you try real hard to present isn’t happening as you slather soft metals on your flesh to further dim your flame. Thats the Game, my friend. Thats the Game and, right now, it has you in the grip of velvet lined iron fist as the voice in your head says:
“Pay no heed to the man speaking on the one behind the curtain. What he has said is entirely preposterous and makes no sense. Soon he’ll tell you that English is a programming language designed to unleash mass wickedness and ignorance on this realm”.
Well, is it? The sheer amount of days of independence linked to this tiny island that raped and looted the natives across this realm is immense so maybe there is something to what they said? After all, they waved triple crosses in your dish whilst doing it, yes? And then there is the link with the infamous “stiff upper lip” that made Chief comment that the white man speaks with a tongue, forked, as they handed him a smallpox laced blanket then celebrated thanksgiving for what they were actually taking. See what I’m saying, yet? Probably not because only 8% are capable of doing the Knowledge and seeing through the camera tricks in a quest for gnosis so if thats ye then keep freestyling as you will know well that its not what I said but your own feltsense of the present moment that is important. We are on a mission to reclaim our Kingdom from these hyper-dimensional invaders and its quite a challenge but we grin and relish it as we Know we’re playing the Game of Souls on its hardest level and thus create the Path by walking with the intent of liberation. Back to the Earthday Suit:
This is the famous six, six, six made flesh as the shell wrapped around your awareness via which you encode what I’ve said is made from carbon which features exactly those particles just like you spend two thirds of your time in this realm and one in bed which, as a decimal, is the number after five but before seven, spinning off into the distance. This is why they call you ignorant, my friend, as they’re like:
“What the F? How the hell do they not get it? Its so blatant and right in front of them? I mean, every school kid get the fact that the Earth orbits at six, six, six, six, six, six MPH along with the carbon bit so if they’re too dim to stitch together the missing link then they deserve it, innit?”.
Not to mention a whole host of things that are pinged around the planet using a similar frame of reference as well as the fact that the speed of sound also reps the same digits. Cue “Ackshually”:
“Actually, the speed of sound according to this Wiki says:
So that is a stretch and you are incorrect. Please wait as I post this to Reddit for some upvotes from the adjusted well and obviously more intelligent as you’re reaching with this one and thus I discount the your argument based on one point of reference I have debunked with some swift click, click, click”.
OK, my prime specimen of human excellence in the flesh whose life is filled with meaningful connections and immense happiness at ones Self actualization of the highest potent, lets do this!
Three Four Three meters per second = Seven Sixty Seven MPH = Six Six Seven Knots which equals One Two Three Five KPH, yes?
The speed of sound depends on the temperature and content of the air as these things tend to shift and are not often static. The example linked from a university of excellence says a max of Three Fifty Eight m/s and Three Thirty point Four of the same metric at a dip. Average them and we get Three Four Four and a whole load of digits behind it. Whats interesting is that we can already see the variance but if we punch in this string:
Which is quite close to the one rounded on your example we find it equates to a string of Sixes when flipped to Knots which then, as a point of interest, show another nice encoded sequence:
Men lie, women lie but numbers tell the truth which is why they, along with signs and symbols, rule this realm due to the influence they exert on the plebs and, while we’re here, could you debunk this as well:
As big chunks of things built across the planet seem to show odd forms of correlation that modern science says is impossible for such primitives. Could it be, as I suspect, we are a fallen race and, at best, amnesiac gods trapped inside a creation of our own ignorance or is it something more malefic at the helm? I don’t Know, yet, but have plenty of questions and the more answers I get simply up my resolution. Other factors for your consideration is that we all accept the Earths tilt sits at Twenty Three point Four degrees, yes? Well that means the quadrant is Ninety and if we do some quick mathematics that pesky Six, repetitive, pops up again. Same with its professed orbital speed and its curvature drop in each mile as well, apparently. Doesn’t anyone else go in, see dense with these things or does the flicker of Inner Sense in your chest attempt to get to your head before being doused with a spell that says “Coincidence!” instead and dampens the ember from illuminating your true position in the Mind Made Prison located in the left hemisphere of your head? Actually, thats a dope segue so lets groove on it:
Have you ever noticed how a child, when concentrating, pokes out their tongue? Know why this is? Its because it unlocks the creative right side of your brain by causing the voice in their head to shut the F up. Its something I also noticed, again and again, with schizophrenics who either, literally, hold their tongue with fingertips or clamp down with teeth instead. This is an immense topic of which I’m just dropping a hint but test your Self. Where does yours rest, on average? Mine, without question, is always pressed up on the top palette and has been since I stepped in. It was something I considered standard equipment until I commenced training in certain martial arts in which it was said to be a grand secret that connected the bodies electromagnetic circuit and bought the head, chest and abdomen (aka Three Kingdoms) into resonance. Not only this but it offers a handy, dandy side effect of optimal cranial development which means your teeth fit in your head and this makes you look more attractive when you grin. Did you know there was a direct study and link between so called primitive villagers pre and post industrialization? They, to a man, lost bone structure, facial depth and jaw strength due to the processed goop they were eating. Food, quite literally, for thought on that one as most of what sits on your shelves is pimped with additives and things to ensure a reup and profits with your health being real low on the totem. Like I mentioned elsewhen, these so called “fresh” apples are actually ancient and the fruity equivalent of a BBL as they really aren’t that perky or natural once you sink your teeth in as the appeal is mainly visual. Very indicative of the modern realm, yes? Will the plastic surgery gen hate their kids for seeing their unaugmented features reflected back at them? Better yet if you married a surgical ten who professed genetic excellence but were actually tricked and your sprigs look nothing like this bish isn’t that grounds for litigation like buying a tin of Coke and getting off brand contents instead? What if you were raised on the fake and had no other comparison? Like being stuck in a dream that doesn’t end or a Game you’re playing using your Soul as a credit which demands you invest in the character and script like your life depended on it? What then?
Man, Three K words and I still ain’t said the main thing but plenty of meandering as we kick the ballistics. Lets outline the sketch, yes?
OK, so there is a pure cloud of consciousness from which we descended. Once upon a when the Souls that came to Earth were more vapor than solid and that was a literal higher dimension of living. Over time this dims and we fell as individual and collective when the rains kicked in. Once again entropy does it thing and the waters of consciousness are pooling as collective levels of intelligence and reasoning in which people may or may not have been telepathic. I mean, don’t you think its odd that you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head or how an old friend you ain’t seen since back when pops into your awareness and you run into them later at the market? I ponder this stuff and, back when, I used to perch my chair on two legs to offset the neurokinetic boredom of school and (with tongue pressed behind lips) would undulate my spinal column to collect an energetic charge behind my eyes which I then sent with a command at the teach to drop the chalk in his grip. Was I the cause creating an effect or was it all just willful coincidence in the head of a wild jit that refused to acquiesce and let those who wish to trespass against into his Kingdom? I’ll let you tell it…
These pools of water hit a chill and people stop singing the songs of collective resonance aka the Babel event. Now we have languages instead and this brings conflict as resources become thin and the Game we’re playing using our Souls with credits shifts to another level. Into this they create the standardization of rote repetition I call the concentration camp wing of the System which pretends to teach you how to think but actually instructs you in what to Thunk instead. Do well on the test, parents grin, get in debt and earn more to pay it off as you impress the rest who also run the treadmill from here till death without questioning the sketch.
What makes this possible, my friend, is the Earthday Suit as you need it to interact with this realm. If you don’t have one then a “ghost” aka disembodied awareness with no fleshy point of reference can hijack another and it will present as reincarnation when its actually an immense hint about what truly kicks and the accurate model of consciousness which, handily, ties in really well with the invisible influences that all schizos attest are all around them as well as the one manifesting as the voice in your head with its mercurial shifts that make you say and do things you often regret as you’re laying in bed at Two AM being tortured by its presence as it grins and says:
“You too? You too? What kind of fool says that in response to the waitress saying enjoy your food? I bet she’s still laughing about it with her friends. What an idiot!”.
How many comprehend they can’t be the voice if they are that which listens? Not many, I’d bet. This is why one must learn to discern the milk of Inner Sense from the waters that Adulterate it by doing the Knowledge as the flesh is capable of some pretty amazing things. Like I said in another article, you could place physically similar women who spoke only English, Italian or French in front of me as silhouettes of them walking and I’d tell, real quick, which ones were from across the channel due to the way their phonics reflect their embodiment as there is an immense difference between the languages of romance and a stiff upper lip, yet? Same with why most Americans can’t drive stick and the deeper implications of this I’ll let you ponder for Self. The main thing is that for each stage of the Game from golden age to the lead becoming bronzed the baby brain is identical but its how it programmed that makes all of the difference. Me, as you can probably guess, didn’t get the memo you all did because for many lifetimes I’ve been on another quest:
Liberation aka get free or thrive trying because when the worst that could already happen, did, what else can you do but leave the pieces on the deck and keep on moving as you up your resolution and ponder what the F is going on in this realm where it seems the collective fell at the first hurdle and moved into a tenement set up by a slum landlord operation well versed in Slave/Mastering to pimp the rest into this way of living which is, in the end, just an option and akin to a state of hypnosis as this entire realm plays out inside your consciousness. Now, obviously, the 81% who are well adjusted won’t like this and neither will the 11% that trained them to Thunk like this take well to what I’m sharing but who cares about them? Let the dead bury the dead, yes? I’m here for my 8%, those capable of awakening the Warrior within and bringing Inner Sense to the helm as I assure you you are capable of spectacular things that will make the coming era of Techno Sapiens where Siri slides into their iris seem like the pale imitation it really is of what is possible because what their augmented flesh presents is merely a glimpse of our true strength which is being drip fed to create this immense illusion that tempts you back from one life to the next to run various forms of treadmills and even the human agents that assist this off world intelligence aren’t aware that they too are getting pimped via the same thing in a different octave as I strongly suspect the Game was hacked, back when, and there may be a chance that is more thick than slim that I was around and helped make that happen as its the only thing that makes sense of why I decode when most are encoding as I’m quite certain that other Souls who would’ve been through what I did would either be outsane or dead as its no joke going against the grain since inception but its what, in the end, turns coal into diamonds aka being an alchemist in the flesh which is the art of transcendence.
Stop and think about what I’ve said next time you are sitting, all alone, and feel the unshakable sense of being stared at or that odd flex of walking though a spiders web and finding nothing on your face when your hand is raised to check along with the perennial fave of a sudden drop in temp that feels like a strange chill as all three offer immense hints about what happens to light when its bent at ninety degrees in a vacuum but thats a deeper topic as this is about ye and the flesh you’re wearing to decode what I said as your eyes scan from left to right and take in these glyphs impressed upon your consciousness via a black mirror which, for some reason, has an odd resonance with both three major religions and the planet Saturn.
Well, what are you waiting for? The Knowledge won’t do itself!
Till we meet again
