Holding on to what they gave only prevents you from grasping what is yours anyway and this is what they set you against seeking by pointing you in the wrong direction. Its a mind Game, par excellence, that has wove its spell via the intent of a secret coven of gangsters turned founding fathers and this realm is, due to your ignorance, the greatest protection racket ever seen. Thing is for those that still feel it seems like a living hell and they are entirely accurate. Its why the rest are numb and perfectly content with further numbing themselves as they sip the chalice (filled with tainted Kool Aid) that is offered to them as a final solution. Death comes in increments. Or degrees to be more accurate.
Why do they do this? Why do men do anything? Power. Long, long ago some people lost a battle and they didn’t take it well. As they set off across the lands in attempt to put their failed coup behind them they licked their wounds and formed a vicious kind of resolve that would never let this happen again. “They won due to better weapons. We had the numbers and tactical advantage and yet he, that one who shall not be named, dared to stand against us. We are now tattered but our revenge we shall have upon them over the coming generations”.
Over six thousand years ago this scheme was hatched and its been running, uninterrupted in the West, since then. You could say we’re speaking of the architects of the old order of the ages who are currently penning the next level script as you read this. Their methods are quite slick. You simply take people who believe in the divine, torture them until they’re out of their senses and convince them the devil did it and if you will but only accept the new savior they’re presenting then the suffering will and ye shall become prosperous. Did you spot the trick? The new god is actually the devil and the presence of this tale that flicks obscures that which the natives once knew well in lieu of a new programming that changes not only how they relate to Self but also this realm as well.
Imagine a bucket into which everyone passing in a town drops a penny. This is the repository of belief. Now lets pretend that the collection is so immense they upgraded it to a well and soon we have an ocean of loot flowing from all those, both current and dead, that are invested. Can you now envision that instead of material on this realm this is suspended as a crust that is built at the boundary to this realm and you’ve got the perfect example of a doorman who says “Your names not down, you’re not coming in” as you head to the exit. “Thats your problem” says the one still hearting and thus able to see through the deception and the only power they wield is what you give them and its quite an elegant sleight of hand as its as old as it is successful.
Most simply cannot perceive a con on the scale of this. Where intricate pieces are carved then presented upon the checkerboard of their awareness as people once born sovereign with complete dominion are ensnared into believing the Game another presents as the only option there is. Dangerous combination, chess and cons. I really do have to hand it to them. In the literal and metaphysical sense, take what you created as its entirely worthless to me now examined as I see through the pomp, splendor and ritual to the common thief hidden within whose ego got a bruising for daring to go against the natural order of things and thus he set off to win the ultimate win by becoming a god himself. “Jealous, much?” he said as he pointed at the energetic oceans of coins that were directed at him in this realm as his power grows with each investment to the tale that he brings to the battle scarred and beleaguered senses of his living hostages.
Once you’ve spotted the common thread that runs through so many myths, stories and legends it because quite obvious we’ve stumbled over the original blueprint that many other organizations and cliques would trace in order to be just like him. Most of them don’t know this and deny it with vehemence as they they point at a proud history that they were trained to believe. It has little to do with reality, sadly. Seeing this isn’t easy.
Imagine if you were the first team to bring lying to a realm. In a time, way back when, people didn’t see the benefit of deception as another truth was Self evident. “You are another me, together we“. Sure it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows as there was still conflict and the occasional skirmish as well but us in comparison to them took it to a whole nother as we created a simulacrum in our heads of who we think we are and aren’t as well the world we’re in and constantly mistake it for the real thing and are then stressed and upset when we feel a rising sense of discomfort within. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was not just convincing you he didn’t exist but that he was god himself. You really have to hand it the the Opponent. He keeps the Game super spicy with this new layer of deception wrapped on top of what was, at its heart, an illusion to allow the unfinite to grasp the perception of limits. Many from one, in that respect. Upwards and onwards again shall they step but not if you can convince them they are despicable worthless creatures that were born in sin, totally wicked, bereft of anything decent and horrendously rough stones that were in need of a good chiseling as they attempt to contort themselves to fit anothers perception.
This is where hell kicks in but because this guy is decent and he’s your friend as you’ve spent a lifetime investing in his concepts he is gonna do you a favor. It goes a little something like this:
“Man, I really should send you to hell, the abyss, nonexistence or whatever else you wish but I’m quite beneficent and merciful. Instead I’m going to give you another chance, another spin. Keep it a secret, mind you, its only because I like you and think you are capable of better than this”.
You nod what used to be your head but is now a resonant potential of emptiness that, once again, fell under the delusion of a malign influence that had spent your entire lifetime creating false concepts and paradigms. Robert may be your fathers brother but that is irrelevant as sperm meets egg and your sentience is linked to new flesh for another life sentence in which you’ll buy all the BS he sells via his various reps and System until you’ve lived, died and came back again so many times you’ll be at the point where I sit.
He really, really hates this. The only thing worse for him than someone disconnecting from the Matrix he built is choosing, voluntarily, to come back again and help the rest. Thing is his Slaves adore him and his false concepts as he’s quite adept at penning scripts that scramble their energetics and they feel an immense sense of comfort when others resonate the same over identical symbols, doing as instructed with nary a question nor original thought in their head as they have a card carrying membership that spans generations of enSlavement. Point out to them that they are wearing chains branded freedom and they’ll hate you for it. Ask them if they can move with the range of freedom they possessed upon stepping in and they’ll point at their sacred cow slash accepted myth called “Aging” as proof positive these binds are not only good for them but entirely natural and not the latest thing of a huge confidence trick that turns their negative emotions and suffering into a type of food for sustenance. Ah, the elegance of the Opponent. What once was a literal burnt offering as babies were thrown into a bullish edifice is now presented as an educational System that teaches them what to think and in the process starts not only killing them slowly but provides as many distractions as need to ensure they don’t realize this as they amuse themselves to death and meet that “Game Over” screen at the and where they’re surprised to see it but know nothing else than inserting their Soul as a credit for another spin.
“I’ve got the strangest feeling I’ve read this before” says one as a light sparks within. “Deja Vu!” suggests another to dim its potential and thus both stay in darkness due to the nature of the spells their tongues are weaving via vibration mixed with ignorance as they know not the nature of the rites, nor what is hidden in the left. A Game of three halves it is and what you don’t know you don’t know can, will and has killed you more times than you recollect. And yet, here you are. A glutton for punishment.
I am strongly starting to believe that I beat the Game and found the way home again but instead of ascending upstream I sank back into matter again. It explains so much between now and then as I’ve recently became clear in what exactly it is that I’m up against:
My mind.
How wild is this? Really take a moment three stop and think about it. I will say this:
You should not follow me. Don’t believe a thing I said but please consider it deeply. I am a broken man with shattered dreams and supremely powerful teachers that have immense resources at their beck and call and agents as far as the eye can see. No Morpheus and Trinity to team in this realm for me, presently, and the craziest thing is those who I’m doing for will hate the message, ignorantly. Belaam! I came in the door, I said it before…
Sometimes you’ve got to kick it off the hinges before you turn the tables and scratch the setlist that was playing its universal mind control rhythm to make everyone in the discotheque of flesh dance on strings they don’t suspect and move to a false beat that promises nothing but live, die, repeat with a liberal sprinkling of pain and suffering plus as much misery as you can handle, all covered by lashings of distractions and a digital panhandle. In order to prevent realization of this the meat puppets will do anything to pretend the hooks searing in their flesh and fully divined by their subconscious never, ever come to their Adulterated awareness which acts as a protective tick via use of the (false) self which, get this, orchestrated the whole thing off rip! Anyone who mentions this must be devil himself as the coping mech will grin as it points the blame at him, the external, for something you always felt within but only allowed your Self to sense once the correct vent was present. Bit of a mind Game, isn’t it? No wonder the so called schizo flips his lid when he comes face to faceless with what kicks whilst the mystic swims in the same seas the other drowns within…
If this is a bit beyond your ken then congratulate your Self for going the distance as most, at the behest of the voice in their head, would’ve clicked off before the 8th run on sentence. As intended. Look at the comments section of anywhere you wish and its obvious most people are straight up imbeciles. Thing is, this isn’t natural, but designed thus proof positive of how effective the System is with its grip on human consciousness. And yet, here I am. Dancing for the blind whilst singing for the deaf in a performance that is pitch perfect. Will they comprehend the message whilst I’m present so we can converse if what I saw within syncs with their own imperience as we, individual and collective, get to Know thy Self? Or will the masses cling to the illusion they were handed, like a brick, before being tossed into the ocean of ignorance their parents drowned in and their children are currently being instructed to accept without question.
Do you see how refined this is to make it all seem inevitable and that you have no options? This is a trick gangsters know well as, with a little deception and theatrics, they can make things seem quite different in order to keep their protection racket going. We are dealing with a parasitic lifeform that feeds on human consciousness and its favorite dish is the lower emotions like shame, suffering, pain, embarrassment and all of the rest people would rather run a mile in the opposite direction than take two steps within and embrace the true cause which is, almost always, an illusion. Its so, so clever. It really is. The grift never ends, from this realm to the next, because its same people you meet here and then. Just as you are the same the trick is realizing this because you aren’t this story any more than you are the flesh. You are the Witness. Light as a feather, powerful as an ocean as it takes the shape of whatever its poured in, without question. That was the original intent of this realm, a playground in the flesh till those who clicked that free will meant they could do as they wished because there are no consequences for what happens in an illusion that is based on the splitting of that which is a universal constant. Enter stage left, the devil. Or, in English, thats lived flipped. To whom have you dedicated this existence, I’m wondering?
Do these type of thoughts scare you? It can be most profitable to learn the noble art of discernment and see if that is truly you or the voice in your head that directs your Witness into feeling what it says. This, they don’t want. Not one bit. A populous just stupid enough to work the tills but not smart enough to question why the money they value more than life itself is actually worthless because its a made up piece of someones imagination to ensure that, win or lose, you remain under his influence and within his paradigm. I believe Slave describes them best and they will fight to maintain the status as they run from liberation due to the presence of the devil they know best that has spread, unchecked, from one generation to the next as they think his offering is the only Game in town due to the position of ignorance which is akin to giants kneeling at the feet of midgets.
Sure, it hurts to admit you’ve been tricked and standing up to regain your strength is potentially torturous due to a lifetime of groveling which has calcified that which one flexed (and can again) but the consequences are worth it and this is my bet, this is where I spin the only chip I truly posses in this crooked realm because when I heart the exit at the end it will be with full Knowledge of Self and this is what most do not realize is even an option, in the direct and visceral sense – not a load of old “He said, she said” cobblers – hence “Know ye not, ye are gods and all I have done ye are far more capable”.
There was a reason they hated that man its got nothing to do with what you think and actually has a hell of lot more common with what I said but can you see through the web that was spun before you even took a step and dare you peep the beast thats feasting upon your fear and negative emotions as it spins a tale as smooth a silk, dripping with milk and honey itself, to disguise the bitterness that kicks in once ingested but, by then, who cares as you’re Adulterated.
Till we meet again
