The only thing that makes any sense is that, maybe, perhaps, back when, I was addicted to the dark side and this life is the flip of ones I done lived to become the coal that shines bright, like a diamond. You too, possibly, may realize this but only if you Know the Ledge and dare take a look into the abyss as you ponder the shadows depth along with the implications of wearing flesh in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.
Can we truly know another? I suspect the answer to this is nil because if all we interact with in this realm are but figments of our inner realms then the quest for to sift wisdom from the ignorance by upping your resolution is the only quest worth partaking in. Sure, for many, getting laid or paid takes precedence. Every now and then some ascend and wish to make the world a better place and after this you get to step on the Path of Power to transcend and exit stage left at the end. It sure beats the infinite regress of having your Soul fitted with new flesh for another spin after the mindwipe kicks in, doesn’t it? I’ll let you tell it.
Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I always speak in coherence with my chest which, in times of universal decep is how you spot the involutionary in the mix as he strolls through the Valley of the Plebs. Such is the quest of the righteous and I’m not saying that in terms of being biblical or a holier than thou flex because we’re all caught up in this realm that peddles ignorance as wisdom and will brook no questioning when one is fully invested in a narrative that didn’t spring from within. Really unwrap this. Take away your name, fame, claims to that and this and tell me, my friend, were you designed by a System or did you, your Self, push the pen and write your lifes script?
Most simply accept what they’re given because, as Pryor said, its easier to live what another says. Doesn’t that hint at the true nature of powerlessness and why most covet trinkets and accolades akin to beggars with bowls of solid gold who comprehend not what they possess. Or, in deed as well as action, that which places its grip around their consciousness and, right now, says “Pay no heed to he who speaks on the man behind the curtain”. Once again, how can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens? Riddle me this, my friend, and you’ll start unraveling the narrative that made beasts out of men and, at this very moment, is plotting to augment your consciousness with a little slice of silicon which will, soon, change this realm into something most won’t comprehend.
We live in strange times. That much is for certain. Haven’t you ever wondered how and why you’re well adjusted to such immense sickness? What could hell have that this place doesn’t manifest? Same with heaven as well. They are both here, now. What you decode depends on if you chose to encode what they present or if you rearrange the resonance and shift reaction into creation instead. Anagrams are spells, much like language, and thus the ultimate trip is within the depths of your consciousness of which that voice in your head is a tiny, tiny bit that hides your true potential under layers of fear and dread mixed with lots of conditioning designed to keep you hemmed in to the lowest possible variation or wackest version of your Self.
Hoo! Did you feel what I just said in your chest? Did it nod in silence and assent that the perspect presented is correct or do these immense run on sents with a rhythmic lilt begin and end in your dome of which you could be the king but are enSlaved instead via your own ignorance? In many ways we’re all addicted to the dark side. Some of us click this and question why the glow of Inner Sense did dim as we progressed but the treadmill won’t relent and it demands you acquiesce to its demands and resonance which brings its own form of creature comforts in the land of ignorance. Not so for me. That was never an option and the life I’ve lived starts to make sense because if its your last spin then expect the Game to reject you as you do it. Its kind of poetic, isn’t it? To reign in hell can seem quite seductive when the class with two teachers kicks in. Once I was blind, now I see, perfect.
Ironic, isn’t it? How those we perceive as friends could smile and be villains. I guess that is just how the stage is set on this spin for the one pushing the pen and extending these thoughts to the web with the intent of awakening the collective on an individual level to the strength that hides within the ridiculous premise they accept called being human. The flip is when one comprehends that Self Destruction feels quite addictive to those numbed from within and incapable of sensing the subtle and ineffable nature of their inner realm that is lost in the whirlwind of ignorance. Many clocks begin to tick at the common resonance which is why the hardest thing, at the moment, is being true to thine Self as the rest is but BS to which the drowning man does cling instead of choosing to reject it and swim to the beach which is their divine inheritance. Let go. Gain everything. Dare ye Know the Ledge?
I can’t blame the other side. We’re beyond good and evil at this wavelength. I get why you do what you do but do they comprehend my motive? In some sense they do because of the nature of callous around this realm and, to them, my presence is a threat but its actually the opposite as I simply came to deliver a message then jet once the scales are equal. Place a feather on one end, my heart on the next. If one preps to meet death whilst living then the curtain they dread becomes the one you embrace instead as the pain and suffering that turned a coal into a diamond is, by its very nature, a necessary evil. Matter of fact, try this:
I want you to grab a pad and pen and write down your favorite coping mech that you know isn’t truly for the best and then keep on digging in until you end up with a feeling which leads to a recollection. Sit with it. Accept it. Don’t fight or pretend as you attempt to evade what it says. It could manifest as discomfort, an immense urge to do something else or a zillion and one other tricks as penned by the Opponent in your head. No. I want you to embrace it. Treat it like the scared child it is and bring it to your chest. Thank the sensations for the immense weight they’ve carried to bring you to this realization as you tell them:
“I appreciate all you have done. No more fights and flights are needed. I want you, instead, to ease that burden by handing it over to me if you wish. As you can tell, I’m stronger, bigger and present in this moment as well. Come, rest and digest. Stay for a while and play in the Kingdom below our neck as we get accustomed to the divine presence known as Inner Sense and regain our true awareness”.
The convo may differ but the effect is identical as beneath the discomfort is the gift that can’t wait for unwrapping. Do this a few more times and see what happens. I’m quite certain you’ll attest that the one who stares back at what reflects after a few sessions is a different version of Self and that is your greatest strength that is currently hidden with the dark side of your awareness. Like the moon there are three sides to this Game. The wax and wane are evident but its the part that occulted which pulls the strings as we stroll around in this realm that sells ignorance as wisdom then punishes those who accept what it tells with no questions or pondering. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? What I face is something else and that is the forces that shaped this realm and made the Game how it is. We all do, on some level. Most simply can’t comprehend it as its not in any official texts because nobody will give you the education needed to overthrow them. I learned on the streets from those adept in the art of pain and suffering. There is much wisdom to be gleaned from the really real the world sees as dregs. Schizos as well shared a lot of what they felt that got them placed in padded cells because one can’t be paranoid if they truly are out to get, yes? Thats a deeper topic and this is a simple missive that hints at bigger things. I wish you the best in your journey of Self empowerment as you, my friend, are the true prince or princess of your inner realms but the forces that render you a servant instead see this gnosis as a threat plus the treadmill they built is well oiled and seductive with a broad way, illuminated, to hide its own brand of darkness.
Dare ye Know the Ledge or am I singing to the deaf?
Till we meet again
