As I’ve said, elsewhen, looking down at the Third Dimension from the Fifth shows how reality is scripted. That makes a lot of sense as we’re within a fractal of consciousness that reflects as it projects aka the tele/microscope effect which is pretty mind bending to comprehend. Have you ever known a life long pothead that had to quit because every time he gets high now he skips over mellow bliss and musical appreciation and leaps straight to the land of the skitz where he’s instantly as paranoid as one can get and thus he hops off the green dragon he does miss? Its actually quite common and the above effect is the reason because you can think about it like the difference between waking and dreams. There is a specific type of energy, or Ether, if you will, that is accessed via this herb being thrown into the mix and this is why potheads often close their eyes in bed and have a distinct lack of REM. Its because they’ve used up all the fuel that would ordinarily fly them to Button Moon and thus Mr Spoon sits, alone, and wonders where you went. Its also why they say they feel more inspired, relaxed and creative. What do you think would kick once they comprehend they can there, in effect, with breath and still see night time visions in their head? Wouldn’t that be something. Anyway, that was a bit of mad tangent as it has virtually nothing to do with this topic beyond laying the groundwork for another missive whilst sketching the outlines of my higher dimensional perspectives in your head for you to contemplate or reject. Whatever you wish.
You are perfectly equipped to handle your life.
What I mean by this is you can take the most sniveling little bish that complains about that and this but does very little beyond the woe is me schtick and show them that if they invert this performance and simply feel what they’ve been avoiding they’ll find an immense power within that can totally flip the script. There is a reason why the finger that extends in blame secretly directs three at the Prime cause. You are the problem, my friend.
Radical concept, I know. Considering nowadays everyone wins, safe spaces are never invaded and people perform mental gymnastics as they trade labels and buy into what others said whilst Thunking their lying eyes are incorrect. If you dare mention this then you’re worse than Hitler himself but how odd that everyone says Churchill was a complete gent when his own personal death toll is immense. Whoever wins writes what they wish. It would do you good to remember this because its called “His Story” for a reason… What I’m saying is this:
If this is all scripted then you obviously accepted a mission, sink or swim, to come here, forget your Prime point of origin and “Be Human”. Whatever that means. Some people are so well trained to color in within the lines they set that they’ll gladly live and die a life inauthentic because it relieves them from the deal of having to actually do something about it. Its very easy to be fake. The modern world attests and yet every single child incarnates as totally genuine hence not wanting to give Aunt Bunny a kiss as her mustache is so big. How quickly this realness is whipped out of them, eh? “Be like me” say the parents, loudly, whilst hiding the quiet part which hints that they actually detest themselves and life they live as they schlep around the psychosocial treadmill with the rest.
Lets lace the Game with movie examples as these ninety minute empathy generating machines seal the deal with what Campbell called the Heroes Quest. This journey starts with a state of perfection or the flip meaning paradise is either lost or its all to win aka the underdog or fall from grace and redemption. In many ways the woods of holly the Druids used to weave spells and the modern equivalent both map reality, quite well, as art tells a lie which isn’t but to those plugged in its just entertainment. How many of them noticed that, once upon a when, it was only celebs that were totally shredded specimens of health looking perfectly radiant on color graded film that perfected their image whereas now mere mortals attempt to emulate this whilst living with no offseason in which to chill. That and the immense uptick in nip tucks and the rest mean we’re headed to looking super generic as everyone emulates the algorithm which online trends and challenges pimp as everyone wants to feel connected due to the immense isolation they won’t admit and nagging sensation that something is very, very wrong with this realm. Obviously the mainstream won’t talk about this but will fill you up with bad news that’s bad for your health in order to keep you tuning in and asking Daddy Government:
“Won’t someone do something?”.
Aside from all of this you are perfectly equipped to handle your life. Stuff like the above and coping mechs, however, provide saccharine sweet disguises to hide the bitter truth that many are weaker than they’d like to admit and have never, ever pushed the limits or tested themselves to see what happens because for all their whining and moaning they are quite comfortable as they tweet from an L shaped couch whilst avocado toasting. Me? I come from a place two steps from hell where kids were smoking and drinking before puberty kicked in and, my Self, had grays in my late teens due to the immense stress of being dealt a rigged hand from a stacked deck ergo when its time to sink or swim the first thing to ditch is that brick in your hands marked “The way it is“. After you swim back to the beach of life you can’t but notice the apartments and locations are filled with the rich who, like Carlin said, have a big gang that you ain’t in. What if they actually threw us in to the drink in order to keep the best real estate for themselves and then printed all the money thats fit to imagine as people doggy paddle and hope to ascend but will mostly inherit the earth when its poured on top of them at the end. I know, sounds like pure tinfoil, doesn’t it? What next? Outer space lizards from another dimension that appear invisible but extend their tendrils into human conscious to manipulate meat puppets who are in a position of ignorance about their true strength and power in this realm? Don’t be ridiculous! One thing I do suspect though is this:
What if electricity is actually an alien and we’ve Witnessed, first hand, its own “theory of evolution” as it went from phone to Xerox to web and now wants to slide Siri into your iris and become your royal, loyal best friend via chips that conduct their unknown but well used resonance from now till the end as you merge consciousness and beget Techno Sapiens as a hybrid in this realm? What then, eh? Grist for the mill, grind at will as we get back to the topic:
I want you to look at what you have overcame and reframe it like a motion pic. Better yet, why not write a script with you as the main character because you are, my friend, you are, So many people are content playing “Face in the crowd number four hundred and eighty six” as they live and die a masked existence but some of us prefer to look within and meet both god and the devil aka Inner Sense and Adulteration as well as a key playa in the Game most never even imagined:
The Witness aka that which listens when the voice in your head is talking. If I ask you, right now, to imagine where you would like to live and what would you be doing if money was no object you may have noticed that there is part of you looking at something else that offers up its suggestions for you to accept or reject then bring to life with your awareness. That is your subconscious and how it relates to the Witness. Its also the same process the predator of consciousness pimps to manipulate your timestream with a red or blue shift as it can’t exist within the mid of the golden circle.
Make your life a movie, complete with special effects and the trailer voice etc.. I know mine is, for sure, and whilst most are not as dramatic this sense of space injects some breathing room that turns imperfection into I’m perfection hence why I say I’m the luckiest man alive and wouldn’t trade places with anyone, anywhen, regardless of what has happened as I feel like a coal among diamonds that are ignorant of the pressure that creates perfection and purifies the mess. Become an alchemist, my friend. Imagine life is a Game you’re playing using your Soul as a credit. Why do you care what others think when, in reality, you aren’t that important and even if they did care a little bit most of them Thunk on the surface with very little of depth and the best part is they’re simply figments of your imagination anyway. Befriend your enemies, chase your fears and get familiar with discomfort. Hang out there for a bit, see what kicks as this is where the magic happens and it truly is beautiful.
Now, granted, even around my way a lot of peeps thought my ways were strange but most gladly listened as they had not a pot to whizz in nor a window from which to eject and thus any distraction was welcome and it may just change their mindset so they’d imperiment, report back what kicked and then we’d refine the process and this is why I’ve said that you are perfectly equipped to handle your life as its always, always, always worked out like this. Here’s how to do it:
Ask someone you know well to share what you do really well. I know in the age of the net most severely neglected developing a talent which is part of being conveniently numb as they may sit there watching endless cooking vids but never set foot in the kitchen as they’re too busy doordashing or something. Ironic, yes? Hallmarks of a fake life or face in the crowd living a life unexamined. If this stings then do something, bish. Next, stop being so predictable. Switch up your habits, try something different or attempt what you detest. Roll a dice. Take a chance. Go jet skiing. Talk to real people, spark up random conversations based on in the moment observations and you’ll be amazed at how open folks get as who doesn’t like speaking on themselves? Build some discipline. Cold turkey something you can’t imagine living without in your grip. Ask your folks for tales and tidbits of odds things you did or said as a kid and then feelsee into them and get that mindstate back again then act on it. Move to another town, pick a place at random, and see what happens.
I’m sure you get the drift and some of you can also guess why my drop in was so addictive that people would often be waiting in the rain to get in with an update or mission correction as we flipped the variables in their grip because when you change what you control what influences you doth shift and that, my friend, is where the Game gets interesting as pushing buttons is how I live as there are no limits in my head ergo I ask what I wish with no malice or badness – just curious intent to get an answer that is honest and direct because being genuine is the rarest thing in this realm at the present moment and if you think about your favorite flick the protagonist always has something about him that is a character defining element that makes him different from the plebs and one to watch as things happen. Even if, off rip, its hid as he tries hard to fit in and yet feels something is a miss whilst all those around are steadily gaslighting him until he clicks the line he’s been fed are an immense distraction then sets off on his quest to face the challenge that presents once he flips the script.
That, to me, is a life. Not for the performance or external appreciation but due to how it feels within as its totally exhilarating to push the limits and live then go back and do it again because thats a day a in the life of a playa called Prince who is a stubborn type of fellow with a head like a brick that houses a special kind of consciousness we call Inner Sense. Are you one of the 8%? Get in where you fit in as this type of trip splits the Warriors from the Slaves, real quick, as the former relish the challenge with a grin and can’t wait to dive in to the depths of their potential whilst the rest shrink in dread and go back to perma-posting and being keyboard activists whilst live streaming their breakfast for the validation it brings as “Face in the crowd number four hundred and eighty six” gets his dopamine fix on the net whilst running the treadmill in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.
Till we meet again
