Today we’re gonna see how there are no limits in my head and some of what is said may be construed as blasphemous by those hemmed in by fat lines of Thunk so buckle up, buttercup, as its about to get thick:
Who keeps sending prophets and why?
Forget everything else you may or may not know about this realm and just examine that narrative via a critical lens and between hell and a hard place makes perfect sense, yes? I mean, we have a shining beacon of light that pours in from a higher realms and says “Ruh roh! Y’all done goofed and are in a mess” which then gets penned into a text thats, more often than not, used to drive conflicts and urge collection plates and such things. With me so far? Those on the bottom of the pyramid, the great unwashed at whom the message is often directed, are quite pious and devout when it comes to the symbols and such things and clutch to them like a drowning man a brick. They may, sometimes, think the other side are infidels for their backwards superstitions and such things but we’re getting ahead so lets back it up a step:
Who keeps sending prophets and why?
This one came to me, back when, and I’ve been pondering it on and off ever since because if it was all wine and roses then there would be such need for intervention. The very fact that they’re sent, crucified, maligned, murdered or such things suggests we’re no longer in Kansas and the canvas upon which we etch a sketch called being human may hide a truth stranger than any fiction could imagine. Wouldn’t that be something? What if the mind itself had been infiltrated, hence the repeat signals which are corrupted – ad infinitum. What then? I mean, how could you tell? Really stop and wonder at depth on this one, my friend. Know the Ledge. After all, we are nothing but energy in motion that regales a story in our heads about what happened and left an impression from which we forge a narrative. We are reality creating machines underpinned by a loose string of desires that run most of everything and the little, tiny bit of which we are truly conscious is, at this moment, automated and dazzled into oblivion.
I spend quite a lot of time in isolation these days. Its an immense contrast from the halcyon swing of the pendulum and I’m unsure which one I liked best. Most will never get to visit either of these extremes as I’ve spoke to around Eight Hundred K people in the flesh, at a guess, on an array of topics most intense and then there is the decade alone in which I was a recluse at home and that unfolded into access to other realms. Yeah, like I said, my adventure in the flesh is definitely not like the rest and thus I think about such things. There are, however, odd little blips that I cannot help but notice.
Like the fact that schizos don’t get fooled by optical illusions and swear up and down that something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head and nary a “scientist”, ever, stopped and spotted this common thread that remains constant from back when. Doesn’t that seem a bit odd? I think it is. Better yet is no matter how bad they were tripping, in altered states of heavily medicated they recognized me, as I am, ten times out of ten and thus my presence was a beacon akin to something solid in a world ever changing and thus we had some interesting conversations that extend way past the fringe. You know one of the things that really got me thinking? Back when, way before the near death experience and glimpses of higher realms, one of them turned and said:
“How are you like us from within but externally like them?“.
Like it was some kind of camera trick or stealth camouflage tactic that allowed me to mix in whilst being aware of the world, invisible. I say all of that to say this:
Who keeps sending prophets and why?
Forget all the beef, sacred cows, he said, she said and threat of thermonuclear weapons because if we strip the shell to its basics it points to unshakable proposition that is world shaking:
We are being held hostage by something we do not comprehend in a place designed to look like heaven but feel like hell.
Now I know that for most reading that is a bridge too far on a place they haven’t etched in their map and can’t find using any GPS but you have to comprehend I was raised around addicts and derelicts as well as the career criminals that fed on this heady mix. Many a time I wondered what the F I’d done to end up in such a realm and all of those around opined the same as the old “One of these is not like the rest” went way beyond my caramel complexion standing out like a fly in buttermilk around the ends. And yet these folks were open to my questions and their philosophical bent as all they knew was pain and suffering thus a welcome distraction from the mess of living was often a welcome relief. As one said:
“Kid, I’d say your way of thinking is right up my street but I genuinely don’t have a clue whats going on in that heads of yours but its mighty interesting and quite refreshing. Whatever it is, keep at it. Don’t let the baskets grind you down like they did to me”.
A lot of life wisdom is knowing what not to do and before I hit my teens I’d been furnished with a PhD of the streets from which I selected the greatest hits and decided to reality test. That, however, is another missive because whilst said adventures bought me in contact with immense swathes of people for said conversations they also taught me a thing or ten about this realm because I’ve seen religious men launder the profits of heroin using their tax exempt, cash business as well all kinds of wickedness from those who will deal death with a grin then present a slick public image like its not a huge trick to pimp those dumb enough to invest in what they sell. All of that and it really makes me question the intent behind this realm because when I was fracturing a law or twelve, back when, I was doing really, really well as it seemed fate favored my undertakings and I was always two steps ahead of the filth and first over the hill with a new hustle and thus it wasn’t so much the funds but the fun of the flip as making almost something from next to nothing is an immense buzz. The loot is just a side effect as anyone who has traded war stories whilst getting buzzed will attest because its all about the feeling, in the end.
Who keeps sending prophets and why?
If you strip back every single religion to its most basic nutshell it attests:
“Treat the next man like you would your Self“.
Thats it. They all also tend to preach a bit about death and what kicks plus how to ensure you’ll fit in and get what was promised. Riddle me this, my friend:
Does a baby get a pamphlet or some form of instruction on how to breathe? What about a fish when it comes to swim? No and no, yes? And yet we, as humans, need to know how to get out of this mess we’re within and someone, some place, keeps sending his peeps with a message to help that gets twisted to hell, commercialized and sold to the rest as an excuse to loot, pillage and rape the next for believing something else. Am I the only one who can see the fingerprints of a hidden hand? Come on, you don’t need time served on the pavement to think like this. Do you? Its actually quite blatant but most haven’t clicked why with the Abrahamic’s that have the world in a panic where one side seems to think the messiah they’re awaiting is the best it can get whilst the others do yell “It’s the anti-Christ himself!”. Not only this but they squabble over the same pitch like it was designed to antagonize and beget problems. I guess we’ll see what kicks from Twenty Twenty Fifth plus Eight thrown in the mix as I predict it will be quite the sketch for those turned on and tuned in to what they’re selling.
Who keeps sending prophets and why?
Both Buddha and the ancient Egyptians attest that coming face to faceless with death reps quite the challenge. The Gnostics and their ilk said such things but, for them, living was even more difficult along without countless sects whose works were expunged from the record. Its the same with the Pane Body type thing. To me it feelsees as Self evident as I have made it shift and noticed what kicks in my awareness as well as embodiment but when I spoke of it to a bunch of people who were well versed in tripping as the frame of mind that keeps them locked into this realm they reacted with a type of intellectual violence for even daring to mention they may be ignorant of some aspects of their mind which are keeping things hidden from them. Like I said, most people have limits in their head they’re scared to press and I, thankfully, missed that lesson when it was getting hammered in and such a type of thinking was championed on the pavement as most of them were not strangers to an alternative education that shared things which went beyond any official text that could only teach you how to fit in to the rules another said. An aggressive intellect is a rare thing in this realm. If you have one, cherish and it develop it beyond legislated feelings are the wave at present and thus people who are already strangers to Self are further censoring their awareness which, if you stop and consider it, is as insane as it gets on this floating asylum.
What if that is truly the case and the fruit loops were in ascent, back when, and created a large web they slung around the planet to harvest or lock in consciousness like the true fishers of men and this what the other side warns against because the danger of the baby brain is even gods can be made to forget their intrinsic strength and then they are further attuned to a collective mess as they don’t want their parents to dislike them and thus they bend the knee and have the spell of “Stop crying!” cast upon them which builds the Pane Body in which they dwell and caused the addicts to line up in the AM for a fix whilst trying to trade a stolen radio or something they’d just shoplifted for a hit of a little something something in their veins to numb the pain of living. Things like this made me wonder because you’d be surprised at how junkies reply with total honesty when it comes to their map of reality, what happens when they’d OD and various strange blips they’ve seen as the doors of perception were cracked and offered a peep about the truth of Three D and thus they told me as peeps knew who to seek as keys unlock doors, feel me?
Till we meet again
