Every single one of us is born with a script. Will is actually much less freer than you suspect and, in a burst of the ironic, actually quite expensive to get to grips with. What do I mean? Simple:
You have heard the phrase “Born under a bad star”, yes? It is actually exceedingly accurate because a) we’re inside a fractal and b) there are levels to this plus c) consciousness is all that exists. Take the above, blend into a fine puree and filter through the few pounds of fat in your head that invests everything on a tiny, tiny slice of the EM spectrum and its own brand of ignorance and you have the perfect recipe for making a modern human that Knows not its elbow from rear end but attempts to sprint along a treadmill to fulfill its whims. I know what you’re thinking:
“Well, if thats their script then whats the problem eh? Riddle me this Mr Run on Sentences”.
Well, this is where resolution comes into the mix. Imagine a signal that sends out the motion pic of your life with all the bells and whistles but you’re decoding it on a rickety old black and white big booty TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static. Now compare that to the full on home cinema imperience and tell me which one you’d prefer to live? Thats the difference. Everyone will run the treadmill, its like standard equipment which signals you’re unaware of the options.
Have you ever went to school with someone that grew up to excel? One who knocked it out of the park and did something most never suspected or expected? What about the “Damn, homie. In high school you was the man, homie!” tale where the captain of the football team peaked, real quick, and then got fat and enjoyed a drink. The end. Ain’t nothing more after this because every year is but a retread. That describes most peoples lives real well, doesn’t it?
Me? Things happened, back when, that were so horrific that my protective mechanisms folded in on themselves to strike the testimony from the record and it was only when I decided to look in that the System struck back and heaped more trauma pon my head that sent me reeling as they attempted to discourage such things. Problem is I’m as subtle as a brick and just won’t be dissuaded so I continued to persist in examining my resistance to certain things and life just kept on upping the ante till I’d ran out of chips and was gambling with my flesh instead as I simply had to Know. This was beyond a mere win. This was madness with its fine grip that often gives rise to genius if one manages to dance along the edge without falling in. I was now, officially, on a quest for emancipation and rewards like recollections of past lives, the gnosis I’m immortal, glimpses of higher dimensions and the nature of the forces at the helm that control this dimension all flooded my awareness so with these skills on deck I feel like I’m well equipped to speak on such things, yes?
After all, they’ll never, ever mention them on any syllabus that is designed to keep you locked in to that low quality signal where you miss half the lyrics, mangle the rest with wrong meanings and generally accept the noiZ of static over the pristine Psylense and its pure message you once Knew, real well, before they did a number on your head. That is what I’m saying, my friend.
After all of these events. The things I’ve seen and Witnessed, I look at the hand I was dealt and realized it was all etched in a script. Quite literally one could predict various things before they happened due to what I’ve termed realities programming language and it mad ironic that thing gnosis is, literally, in front of your dish. I mean, haven’t you ever considered how strange it is that ancient cultures all agreed that Saturn was repped by a black cube and was linked with time and space and, right now, you’re using a single flat plane of that shape to transverse the same thing? Thats what I mean by scripted, my friend. Resolution as well because if you Knew the Ledge you’d draw the links that your subcon clicks as Self evident but then that would mean comprehending you’ve been Adulterated to make you Thunk like this and accept the treadmill which could be said as the main event for this stage of the Game we all play by using our Souls as credits.
I mean, don’t you think thats pretty wild? I do. Recently I comprehended that the ones at the helm placed me in this life either for punishment or as a way of testing my mettle. Could also be due to this being my last spin and they really wanted to give me a gift due to how much they’d swing and miss with the near constant attacks and threats to my flesh which, in the end, simply sparked an old gnosis to come roaring in from the wings and save my life, now and then, when things got real thick. Soul, don’t leave the 8th dimension without it!
If you do then you may just have a problem and its called “The Baby Brain“. This pesky little thing is vital when it comes to modulating your consciousness, like a trick, and keeping you plugged into this realm from the lens that it sets and says is the only option. Hint, it isn’t. There are plenty of other ways to see except those at the helm prefer to keep this secret hence why all the witches and such things that knew about altered states of awareness and ultra dimensional perception were hounded to death and killed as their concepts were called, alternately, devilish or ridiculous. And yet one of the most common sensations in this realm is the one, ten out of ten, that has you turn around and Know who was staring. What if, like me, you trained such “blips” since back when? What would happen then? What if your internal lexicon refused the spell of “coincidence” and chose to go in, see dense instead? Like I said, it all makes sense if I’ve been doing just this for many, many incarnations as each life reps a challenge and the treadmill a side quest which is designed to be hypnotic. Let me give you a real life example to help sell the concept:
Bobby Brown is, in my ears, a once in a lifetime talent. We, collectively, saw him develop around a fifth of his potent. All of this happened due to a relationship that bought more sadness and tragics than laughter and gladness but, if you asked him, he’ll probably say it was for the best and point to his kids, some other events and say “Thats how it is”. If, on the flip, I could invent a machine that hit him with the Be Kind, Rewind effect in which we saw him fully actualize his potential and the life that that brings he would dip, in an instant, to live out that timeline instead because something so real and visceral calls out within when you come face to face with this gnosis. You can test it, right now, by asking a simple question:
On a scale of one to ten are you the best or wackest version of your Self?
Notice how you Knew, in an instant, where you sit on the scale with ten being all singing, all dancing, firing on all cylinders and one being a schlub who puts the least possible effort in and sort of blindly fumbles through life with no true sense of direction or will beyond living for amusement and or paying the bills.
That, my friend, is the treadmill in full effect. Its designed to hide your potential by offering you “supposed to” boxes instead. “Tick this and feel content. You too can wield the signs and symbols of success”. Let me tell you something:
They don’t work because they’re external but most people who “make it” are truly faking it as they don’t want to admit the nature of the trick that pimped them. Plus they can now afford a better class of distractions anyway. Thats the true nature of the confidence trick that can have you selling millions of records and then smoking crack in your mansion as you evaporate your potential due to linking up with someone who generates a fatal attraction by being just as broken and knowing naught but acceleration as the rest of the gnosis was kept hidden. By whom, exactly? Welcome to the fingerprints of the hidden hand, my friend, aka the Slave/Masters, in full effect.
If knowledge is power then doing the Knowledge makes one a god among men and when seen from this lens a lot of modern religions start looking real funny in the light hence why I question who is at the helm and they, true to form, plot and plan to have me dead but here we are as I’m still living my lyrics and the coal of awareness I once possessed now shines like the diamond body of illumination that will rise out of this mess at the end of the spin thanks to the applied use of practical metaphysics. If it wasn’t scripted, if these components weren’t gifted then what I’ve done so far would be, frankly, impossible as its not just conducting the voltage but using it without frying your circuits. Madhouses are filled with last chance heroes that crashed and burned on a set of wings that weren’t properly strapped in.
It also means that whatever I’m saying needs to be said at this juncture or intermission because anyone with a brain knows that Whitney was murdered as the whole thing dripped with ritual symbolism and the “coincidence” of what happened to her child as well beggars belief but the power of the treadmill is they’ll tell you what to Thunk and most accept the script because they’re used to taking orders and not doing the Knowledge. Maybe now the rest starts to make more sense because this whole stage and way its played is a man made creation in comparison to the true blueprint over which they sketched some late additions like Axel Foley and his Beverly Hills building inspection in which some experience and BS was all it took to finesse the rest into giving him a place to live for next to nothing because if they want to live in a donut then thats up to them. Actually a Torus field would be more accurate and those who can ride the fractal may just draw the link between that, the alphabet and what glistens overhead plus why cows are sacred.
If you did then that means you’re getting the full home cinema imperience or, when flipped, the hidden god reveals himself but thats a deeper topic. For now the question is is it worth sitting in a situation you detest or dare ye take the risk to find fulfillment and, quite possibly, mess up everything that makes you miserable as you know, in the end, it simply isn’t working to bring the best to the table. For many this Journey is a bridge too far and thus they will sadly languish on the lowest rung of the totem and dream of, one day, becoming a power animal whilst those at the apex choose instead to feast on your potential because what you don’t claim in the Game goes straight to them hence why this is hell and you’re dead when seen from a true lens but that, once again, is a much deeper topic than this because one cannot leap from a static filled tiny CRT set up to a quite large Four K in their dish as the shift is too immense hence there is a need for gradients as many attempt to ascend on the vertical axis, well hidden, and ended up as in patients with depot injections being pumped in as that is but a side effect of the treadmill and one of the greatest tells thats its all artificial yet so well accepted that to question it is outsane.
Till we meet again
