So many of you, and I’m talking to my former friends, current Slave/Masters, truly don’t have any Knowledge of Self. I know you Thunk you do but riddle me this:
If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?
Step one told you it was A, B, C then you learned it was actually one, two, three. On and on goes the scheme.
Have you ever wondered from whence comes the command to kill me dead and the reasoning behind the intent? Your future’s my past but do you comprehend the depth of the sketch? Better yet, once it clicks that you’ve been tricked into sitting at a table you came to flip what do you think happens next? Do the Knowledge.
You’ll get windwiped, dumped in the flesh, surrounded by those jacked in who still chirp the official script via those invisible friends that we know form the connect as they connive and plot to create problems as you run around wondering what the F is happening. I know there is no reasoning with you. I know your empathy hit the exit once you traded your Soul for groupthink and yet I still type this because I want to try and help you make sense of what you think is happening because whilst you and the team may grin at the plebs you’ve placed on the psychosocial treadmill what if the same pimp played an identical trick using spiritual gifts instead? What then? From one life to the next you line up and place your bets knowing full well the fix is in. Each step you think you progress and are getting ahead as you can’t wait to ascend the pyramid but that will never, ever happen as you think because you ain’t them.
You’re a useful idiot. A man who plays a position. A Slave that is so identified with his Master that he Thunks he’s them while they, in secret, look down upon ones who pledged by signing their name against a blank cheque the rest will fill, as and when, with whatever amount they wish.
Do you know what the implications of this are for your kids? What it means in terms of spiritual evolution and the rest? Why on earth do you think there is a force which sends golden seeds in with missions etched in their chest that your team kills and revels in the disinformation they spread after death as they rewrite the narrative to keep themselves ahead because aheart is impossible as they lack that Prime connection which is why the covet pimping the rest. Really ponder this even though I suspect its nigh on impossible for one jacked in with an astral earpiece and wig augmentation patched into their nervous system and spinal column as those you play with ain’t what you suspect. Get the message?
Probably not but I persist like a hard headed diamond that shines in the darkness and eclipses your false illumination that spins upon a wheel of deception using lubricants of ignorance.
They. Don’t. Like. You.
If they did why are so many of you miserable? Look at your health, your mental aspects and the rest. What of your coping mechs and maladapted methods of survival? Sure some of you are rich and famous and they use this carrot along with the stick of being disconnected and hunted from end to end in this realm to keep you in check as well as the higher aspect I won’t mention in this missive but I’m here to tell that you will never, ever, ever get to the land promised because they themselves don’t have the access and they’re simply pimping your resonance in ways you can’t quite fathom.
Flip, don’t sit.
Its not your table anyway. Some of you were, once upon a when, golden and sent to this realm with a mission that was so surely and steadily corrupted that now you think you’re the Opponent and will die to protect him. Just like the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs, yes? Welcome to the fractal, my friend. My message isn’t just for the 8% but you as well and thats the true threat because your man knows the 81 are so firmly entranced and plugged in that the idea of life being death and they’re trapped in a living hell that seems heaven sent is simply preposterous and ignorant of the false bliss they live in as they drown in distractions wearing the flesh in this three ring circus. Lets send the clowns in, yes? What if they already did and this is how we got into this mess?
You know, for the rest, being human is the worst it can get in the spiritual sense and we, at the moment, are the most fallen one can imagine. I mean, look around at the world we’ve built, live in and accept without question and tell me you can’t spot the corruption as we engage in a war with what sustains us and thus can’t only promise death if we win. There is a very anti life element at the helm, yes? Look at it from this pic and do the Knowledge about how you got into this mess and then you may just gain the gnosis to ascend because the nature of the Opponent is so slick and effective that he makes bad seem good and the righteous, wicked. I don’t mean that word in terms of a Bible flex or being holier than them. I’m simply speaking on that sensation in your chest when you Know you’re correct and in full resonance. Like saying Aunt Bunny has a mustache and then getting whipped for it. Two words ruined your life, children. Just two of them. The rest were insults, afresh, puled up on the injury you sustained, back when. Some of us had it more intense and plenty were even fractured whilst developing as their mother whizzed on a pregnancy test and when it said “Yes” she felt an immense wave of regret as she hadn’t planned, didn’t wish and was busy doing other things.
Like I said, the wounded womb hurts what it births and this all leads back to the primal pain we sustained the day the sky fell.
I guess somebody had to take the job nobody wanted, eh? Those tables won’t flip themselves. Or maybe I’m incorrect or the embodiment of an equation that seeks balance within its Self because, in the end, this plane is a fractal ergo all is as intended and one thing that really makes me grin about the whole situation is how cleverly the fix is in as the demand is created and then supplied, real well, as Slaves run the treadmill without ever stopping to question the intent of the architect or where their efforts actually went and what they power beyond this realm as they two step in ignorance. They say truth is stranger that fiction, yes? That, in and of itself, is mindblowing, isn’t it? How quickly amnesiac gods forget what they are and were beyond this realm as they cling to the script of “being human” from one life to the next…
On the flip, what if one should actually extend thanks and appreciation instead for those who, by any means, retained their leverage – despite their seeming intent – as it provided the impetus for one such as my Self to kick these lyrics between the shift of the ages? You’ve got to admit, its super interesting and the thing with me in my position is I’m willing to question everything as I flip the script and clock the angles as I turn over the tables. Such is the gift of Inner Sense but, for some, the appeal of oblivion is being plugged in to the connect in a huge Game of Tetra Says… Them grams have got you open, my friend. Nostrils looking like KRS, hope you enjoy those seething powers in your fist as your mind is in the grip of a criminal intent that isn’t what it says…
If you trust a liar then who is to blame in the end?
Till we meet again
