Imagine you came here, to Earth, with something to do. Something tailored perfectly to you. You came equipped with all you needed to accomplish this as you’d put the time in to learn how to fill the well from which intuition springs. It was of vital importance and you attempted to communicate this to the denizens of this realm when you stepped into the flesh after having spent nine months in attunement.
“Idiots! Fools!” you fumed “Don’t these morons have a clue about we’re here to do?” you thought, internally, as externally they all smooched and cooed about who is so pretty and smart. “Look, look, its like he’s trying to talk to you!” she said because even they could up on the syntax, melody and cues of you attempting to interface an unfinite source of light that exists beyond the visible spectrum of this realm to the coarse ball of matter powered by your nervous sys…. You are drifting in and out of embodiment and each swing of the pendulum reinforces your mission as well as causing you to forget to remember what you don’t recall Knowing. To say its infuriating doesn’t quite match this state as its akin to a white hot rage dipped into inky black malaise that absorbs, annihilates and changes which it encases.
On top of this there are things that swim in and out of vision and in the moment of resonation you access all of their inner realm. With the one you were within, she who carried and birthed you is familiar yet different as what once surrounded as a constant solid now waxes and wanes as she goes then comes back again. Its a source of discomfort and joy which mixes at the moment of presence and disconnection which is akin to flicking a light switch to the inner world of children, although its effects are more viscerally visual. Picture this:
A constantly shifting yet remaining the same geometric pattern that provides an immense amount of comfort and resonance thanks to its coherence and its textured with the type of material and texture which you like more than anything else. For the light that previously fought with the nerves rearrange and shift into a pattern so elegant as we Witness the birth of Inner Sense. This is what you’re within. Comprehension is a question of res:
And yet, the mission still ticks. Its imprinted so firmly on the pure awareness which poured in nine months ago and then at six her friends started noticing “My, you’re glowing”. “Well of course, isn’t it Self evident?” the forming child thinks “Another Witness to see the sun brings another internal shine to manifest the needed voltage in this realm. How can they be so thick and not realize this? The very nature of the trick is its designed to be seductive“. He remembers his training, the seemingly endless drills which now formed the basis of his awareness as patterns of light coherence.
He reflects, vividly how life was in the Fifth and the legends he’d heard coming up about the abyss known as the Game of Souls and how those thrown in are recycled again and again as the people perish due to a lxve of ignorance that is socially reinforced by a System that runs smooth as silk that hides an iron core that ticks with precision to keep them fixed in any one of the currently socially sanctioned ways to think. From a young age he was enthralled by the very idea of the Game, much to the chagrin of his parents as they’d wanted a different kind of life for him but he came with his own intent. Its like the Game was calling out to him ever since he dipped into the Fifth and with it came the dimming recollection of the Eighth where he reigned imperial. From the time he arrived “Just passing through” was his intent and he rarely listened to anyone else but himself and refused to relent, no matter the threat, bribe or promise. Eventually they gave in and he immersed himself in everything related to the Game and what it means as he couldn’t comprehend why most of the denizens of the Fifth could be fully aware of how it feels for them but also couldn’t care less about the effects their friends in the Fourth play upon those born in the Third for their own benefit.
“It is how it is. Who are we to question it and after all we are here on this level and they are where they sit”. “Yes, yes” the child said in a mixture of the innocent and indignant “I can see this but surely someone should help them get a grip by at least introducing the option that things may not be as they think. The way it stands the Game is rigged“. He looked around at them and they smiled back in amusement. “Listen, thats their realm. Thats their vibrational sector of the spectrum. They’re there for a reason. None of us are so arrogant as to presume we know the script so rest assured that all is as intended and why keep worrying your Self with this?”.
That was something he’d wondered privately to himself. The pressure to conform was immense and it was like someone had already penciled in a life they wished him to live but the sheer act of will it takes to dip and still be able to decode the previous realms imperience was akin to trying to fit the ocean in a teacup which perfectly sums up that you may get the point but the message isn’t entirely crisp as there is so much data missing. “The resolution and processing dips as one slips further and further in” he ruminates to himself as he reflects on the previous steps it took to emanate his presence successively deeper and deeper into this and suddenly he flips back to a rumbling stomach which powers and engine that emits a wail from his lips until the harmonic pattern is feltsensed and nourishment in many forms starts to pour in. Set adrift on a state of bliss that comes from the flesh feeling totally satiated even he gets caught up and doesn’t remember what he forgot to make a point of recollecting as, once again, the nervous system exerts its influence upon the light that is him.
Off to sleep he swims and then its “My my, its very nature is to be slick. Remember your mission. You can’t free the enSlaved if you’re one of them so listen to what the silence says. Remember your mission”.
Dancing between the two realms and approaching the stage of infant the words attempt to pour out of him, hoping they get what he says about the nature of the Game they’re stuck in as well the meaning of the flesh and all of its tricks as well. He shines at them and beams visions into their awareness backed with vocal frequencies of coherence to help facilitate their patterns within to shift and regain that link that existed before the Mind Made Prison.
“Ooh, he’s such an angry little boy. Look at the fury and rage pouring out him“. “Yeah, well whatever he’s saying sure is important to him because he really makes a point of sharing“. “Even if it makes no sense” say the ladies as they sit around, laughing.
“Fools, idiots” the childs mind thinks. “I sit here speaking in light coherence with the keys to unlock your awareness and you attempt to hear only my lips?“. The truth when it sinks in unlocks a truth Self evident, previously unknown plus unreported as its entirely subjective and linked to the Earthday Suit wrapped around his awareness:
“They can’t use their Inner Sense. Of course, that explains the predicament they’re in….” he thinks before he finds himself standing on the far shore looking down on this realm. “Some things you’ve got to feel and find out for your Self”. “Well, we made the Game a challenge for a reason. You’re welcome with your attempt. I think you’ll find that every single Soul that stepped in here since way back when actually had the same intent and we’re currently up to…. What have we got, Mr X?”. “Why eight billion easily, Mr E, easily“. “See, so you might as well give it up now. Join me. We will show you the true nature of the A,B,Cs or reality. How dumb makes dumber and the numb get number the longer they stay in Three D.”
He knows these. They feed the Beast. Slave/Masters it seems are instrumental in this because without them to prompt the script that keeps the scenes moving it would certainly be quite boring and thus the nature of the realm would become Self evident to anyone who looks within as the very act of this reestablishes coherence which brings a ticket out of the realm.
“Now, now. You’ve got us all wrong. Why not join us? See for yourself. After all you’ve done quite well to get down to these depths and still maintain your will. It helps but the escape rate is so low from the Game that its almost nil. Better still is the process and the System have be refined so well from those who ride the shells and the experience they bring that ninety nine point nine percent of them would reject the truth if you told them due to what they’re invested in”.
The Slave/Masters laugh heartily even though such an organ is not present: “You really did pick the worst time to manifest because even if you gave them the key, showed em where its hidden they’d still never twist it as they’d rather live and die in ignorance. Go ahead, be foolish and go against us if you wish. We know who you are, we know your lineage but down here, in this realm, we reign imperial and all those you see are loyal subjects. Even your parents as well. We’ll see how long you retain your coherence should you choose to persist with this”. And with that the alphabet boys vanish and he notices his awareness swims back into this realm and he rolls over and starts crawling.
“Oh my, what is this” the immense nature of the thrill of Self directed locomotion and the mastery this brings of his physical presence pours out with a grin as his energy surges within as his nerves start to knit patterns into his light which in turn influences his awareness.
I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Like the Slave/Masters said it was designed to be seductive and once in they prefer you act like there is no exit beyond what the official script says, nor should you pay any heed to the man behind the curtain and most definitely never try and look within and establish once again the coherence you stepped into the Game with because with that the System comes tumbling down as all its scaffolding was needed to erect the false concept of self they sell then have you invest in as you live, die, repeat all the while with a nagging influence which says “I came here for a reason. I came to do something. On a mission I sent my Self” as the psy-lense reflects the patterns of information and coherence that needs Inner Sense to hear and apply them as realized gnosis. Encoded or decoding? That is the option the Warrior selects and of which the Slave remains ignorant.
Till we meet again
