I have just spent 181 daze, consec, dodging bullets as a stranger in a strange land where people grin and are, yet, villains. If my life were a flick its around this juncture the one playing Morpheus would’ve chanted:
“He’s starting to believe”.
I know the movie said something else but do you really want to commence your innings by begging? We’re through the looking glass here, people. The black mirror as well because, once upon a when, the original Double Oh Seven used such things to communicate with “angels” at the behest of a ruler who flayed many natives in order to create an empire upon which the sun never sets. But, thats a different topic.
By degrees and increments it appears life has teased out a performance that has the higher dimensional rafters packed to the gills with spectators. Everything has more than a few meanings and its quite amusing how twin fish that swim in circles can be the symbol of liberation for the seeker who decodes the symbols so the lotus blossomed, exactly as intended. As I sit and reflect the gnosis which attests the power of imagination in all of this I cannot help but grin as the Path of Power is such thing that is laden with symbolism and images that are packed dense and present at a rate that the earthbound mind can’t comprehend and thus is shaped instead. Unless one learns to shift gears as they realize “govern ment” means steer from the rear along with the obvious mind control link hence the reference to Mr Anderson, off rip.
Take a calculator, divide 1 by 81. See what you get. In many ways thats the true solution to the problem of being human as this energetic Pattern underpins this realm. Forty Two, as they said, is a clever distraction which links rainbows, perception and your friendly gas giant as well that forms the end of the Matrix. Thinking about it, Morpheus was actually an agent that lulled Neo into a false state of gnosis with Trinity doing her bit to assist thanks to the suggestions furnished by one who insists you accept cookies to access what she sells and tells in ways, cryptic. Were they simply ignorant or actually complicit? I’ll let you call it because the simple fact of the matter is that Smith was on him, off rip, and eventually this type of attention can’t help but bring an awakening as its like a corn kernel that pops and flips its lid – thus losing its programmed mind to come to its natural senses as it unwraps the gift of the present moment that usually is presented shrouded in dread, stress and coping mechs. No wonder so many potential Merovingians walks the halls of insane asylums as well as the hint that one eventually becomes what they stand against if they are not careful. Is that because absolute power corrupts everything or is it speaking on the fact that there are but so many parts in the Game and we shall, in the end, play all of them before we leave this realm?
Every trick in the book was slung by them and deflected by the young Prince pushing the pen because its simply a case of unlearning what the System had taught him in order to gain cognizance as he busted out of the basement to comprehend that he may be in but most certainly wasn’t of this realm. A level above the level did the cheers ring as they welcomed him home with arms, wide open, against which no ill can prosper. Its a really, really strange state of affairs. Truly it is because, from this vantage, even those that conspired and schemed were – in the end – complicit assistants in his liberation as they possessed but a tiny fragment of the script that was presented like a magic trick from Ikea where its “Place here, do this, generate effect” shtick is a powerful form of theatrical deception against the uninitiated. But, as mentioned, the ox is where it begins and ends for this realm when it comes to spells and thus its critical for one resonant with such things to do the Knowledge in this spin as the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. Flip the script, unbind your wings, collect your slip before the jet as its delivered, on time, to your fingertips as you circumvent the customs and traditions in order to arrive where you left the picture of radiant health that glows from within.
“I Know Kung-Fu”.
That term means “Master of merit”, when translated and the way of this fist has exceptional depth and implications as the arts termed martial are actually built on a resonance far more sensitive as the first order of he who wishes to protect is to secure his Kingdom from any real or imagined threats. The latter is an imperative because once the Slaves comprehend the true depth of the sketch and how life is a training ground in deception that preps one coming face to faceless with the architects of the Matrix at the end of their spin the apocryphal words of Jesus that said:
“Step off, many leeches. I’m above your influence as the I am presence within is a gift from the Prime, the pre-existing and thus I reject your suggestions, false claims and dubious shenanigans that are akin to shadows on the wall of a cave called ignorance for I am far more powerful and haven’t truly inhabited this realm as much as you’re interlopers in my imagination that attempt to sell camera tricks via the lens of being human”.
If, however, in life all you have known is this then you, sadly, are among the dead who bury those like themselves. For those clinging to various hopes and coping mechs to sail across the abyss with a pool noodle of scripture to assist – I hope it works. Truly I do but if my vision of what truly goes in to a life built around liberation is correct then either I’ve taken the really hard way round during this victory lap in the skin or the fix is in and they need to keep as many Souls as they can get sealed in because each one is sipped for a special type of voltage which powers the psychospiritual treadmill of which the terrestrial one is a duplicate. Like I said, there are levels to all of this. 1/81 is the divine mathematics of the equation as this links in with the mass who are ignorant and the remainder of the division has 11%, complicit, with a force they Thunk is one thing but really is something else and the 8% they wage silent wars against with quiet weapons.
We’re through the looking glass here, people. The resolution leap is so immense that the old adage of:
“Who are you going to believe? Me or your lying eyes?” when expressed by true Self takes on a new meaning as so many lives and incarnations have gone by in a click of the fingers via a world manipulated by a clique that are, in turn, played themselves by something which, in the end, doesn’t even exist. Ha! How’s that for a head trip.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
That much is for certain. Infinite recursion, eternal return or the simple nature of fractal. Call it what you will. The result is identical until one transcends the suggestions of a fixed perspective designed to obscure the blind spot in the mid that makes all possible. You are this. Comprehend.
I made it home safely with all delays or tricks used against prevented from manifesting, in all respects, as they were nipped in the casual realms and thus bought no effects or handled in the flesh using the best methods needed so the entire trip was relatively smooth sailing through the air and the rest which allowed one to breathe a sigh of relief. Little did I suspect that the true evil was about to reveal itself and I began to comprehend that I, battered, bruised and abused, was about to face my greatest Opponent and she was hell bent on my death and I’d known her since the cradle… And for what? To claim the price they’d laid on my head? Needless to say she failed to collect and just like the rest of the attempts I gained immense amounts of gnosis and leverage phi there are evidently those of a higher wavelength that champion the Prince and his endeavors and for their gifts and protection in my mission to uplift I am thankful.
They say in times of intense stress you fall back into your training and thus I rolled with the punches, kept my chest in resonance and sought refuge in a higher state of consciousness which means I am far greater than he who left to heed the call to adventure as sang by sirens and their kin with an intent to do me in whilst pretending to be the side of the family tree I’d never met… Mata Hari’s, par excellence, who wished to divert one on the road to Parnassus instead to things of a lower vibration which really is quite ironic when you fill in the gaps, do the Knowledge and comprehend that he who dances and sings the world in and out of existence is the eternal yogi whose presence saturates the globe with Inner Sense and thus the noiZ is repped by one who lost his head going against in a previous skirmish that still leaves him smarting from his forced exodus and lack of pigment. Blind men can’t see it. Did James sell his Soul? Did Bob refuse do the same thing? Is that what Dave meant when he said “Maybe the environment is a little sick?”. If so I can see why they rest zip their lip and don’t say a thing because the ODB said it best:
Hence they killed him. How long shall they rip our prophets from the tapestry of existence as they force your attention to take in an attraction that is officially sanctioned but only one narrative from a list that is so immense that to comprehend the depth of deception is mind boggling. I can see why so many acquiesce and shoulder the ignorance of their parents instead as that devil is familiar and his whispers, accepted. Add on top of this a stranger in their midst that each Thunk is them via the voice in their head and you can tell the fix is in. Don Juan, of Castaneda fame, called out this trick but some attest that the author himself was a CIA agent with intent to manip and such meetings with remarkable men never happened as the whole point was to seed the collective consciousness with truth dressed as fiction. Shades of Harry Potter, yes? After all something that sells as well and is read like the Bible must scratch an itch, deep within, and this brings us to the Matrix:
The year is Nineteen Ninety Nine and, like Prince said, we are partying in a time that is far more innocent. Can you really think back to this and deny what I’ve said about traumatic mind control programming being the trick they deploy again and again to shape the consciousness of the individual and collective? None dare call it conspiracy but that is only because they sweep the evidence under the carpet of ignorance as to put together the pieces and see the pic would cause man to yell in enlightenment as he rushes back to the welcoming darkness and the grip of he who abuses them for his own profit and entertainment. This is the shadows depth that awaits one who does the Knowledge but lets get back to the motion picture flick:
The Matrix was a surprise hit that wove an ancient topic laced with metaphysic refs and more than a few red herrings along with some slick camera tricks that had never before been Witnessed by the plebs. Remember the quote about martial arts and its true definition as we tread on an alternate timeline you have the option of creating in which we were dealing with a far more powerful weapon with the intent of mass liberation, not deception. This tome presents as a book and it form requires the use of the greatest muscle man doth possess:
His imagination.
Look at the spell. I, magi, nation. Much like tell, lie, vision its hard to spot but easy to comprehend when said and, on this topic, the author of The Prince shared something of interest:
“Three types of minds decorate this realm. One comprehends using intuitive gifts. The other gets his drift when its pointed out to the them and the third shakes his head, rejects the wisdom and carries on as intended under the burden of ignorance. The first is excellent, the second acceptable and the last is a useless fool who is a tool of forces he refuses to comprehend”.
81/11/8 strikes again! Get in where you fit in as I’ve dodged so many bullets my spine and mind are as limber as it gets so to all who played their part in this trip my gratitude for the assist in actualizing my highest Self in the flesh which can now optimally conduct the voltage and resonance of that numinous I am presence that extends from the all of everything that has no true name or label hence I call it the Psylense as that is how its met, felt, perceived and resonant to one who has done the Knowledge. The timeline presented is, as you read, manifesting and when you hold the paper in your fingertips a lot about a bit will make way more sense as this site and its articles were nothing more or less than fiveplay for a text that’ll turn the Game you knew on its head and offer a new vantage instead because if six were nine and both did the Knowledge to comprehend the true nature of spin and principle of opposition then it becomes Self evident that what rests in the mid and makes all possible must be the all of everything and me, you and they are it, my friend.
Thats the secret of liberation, in essence and application. Enlightenment in one lifetime is no simple challenge. Neither is being true and authentic in a world that is hell bent on having you live a life of ignorance via a masked existence. When you heap on top of this a systemic and controlled evil that has rocked the cradle since I stepped in and unleashed much viciousness in order to attempt to prevent my awakening it becomes evident that we may have actually left Kansas a long, long time ago.
We’re through the looking glass here, people.
Listen, I have lived a life in which there isn’t any form of abuse which I haven’t tasted. Physical, sexual, emotional, astral, etheric, cognitive, spiritual, social and demonic. I could be down and depressed, shaking in fear and cowering as the flutes were unleashed last night in another attempt to bring my adventure to an end and yet I persist. Not for me, as I Know I’m immortal but for the rest, plugged in and suffering but numb to the obvious who believe this realm that may be hell is actually heaven sent and that, my friend, is the message for which I’m the messenger hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
I look at these factors as a challenge, a way to test my mettle from old friends turned Opponent who wish to make my last appearance in the Game exceedingly memorable and, at the same time, demonstrate what it takes to reach that same featherweight purity, honesty and integrity it takes to ascend and that is why the Path of Power is less traveled as the broad way is lit well and filled with people but the one to liberation is paved with thorns and has thieves, waiting, for their pound of flesh so let them have it. After all, that is the matter with spirit and what I’ve seen is only an outline of the true blueprint of what happens at death for one comes face to faceless with repressions and other energetic Patterns of awareness so I am very lucky that such a skilled team chose me and poured their wrath in as this, from a higher vantage, is testament of exactly how much they want me to win this Game we all play using our Souls as credits so if you take nothing else from my voluminous texts then comprehend:
When you’re going through hell, keep going. Keep going, my friend. There is either expansion or contraction, bloom or bust is the song one sings because standing still is regressing so I insist you keep on pressing because the Devil is in the details and you, in the end, are an aspect of the divine (aka pure consciousness) but Knowing this, in the flesh, can present quite the challenge if you didn’t refuse to acquiesce to the demands of spiritual terrorists that have control of this realm because all I can do is be real, in the end. Lets see how the chips distribute themselves because I’m betting against the house and gambling with my life on this spin.
Get free or thrive trying. As I have said, so it is, just keeping it as real as real gets as there is a light that shines from beyond this realm in the midst of darkness which I comprehend and each time it sweeps its numinous illumination over my inner realms I rearrange the pieces I possess into greater coherence hence the statement that today is the day I won the lottery is not understated but stands as testament instead to the guidance of the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect of which I am an aspect manifested into the flesh to say what I’ve just said, raw and unfiltered.
Till we meet again
