For all I say, here on my slice of the web, one really cannot deny the beauty of life. Call it the power of the human spirit to triumph in the midst of the madness that engulfs it or simply the feature presentation – whatever you pick is irrelevant in the end because the Journey is the destination and thus the magic happens in between the moments they train you to pay attention to Witness. What do I mean by this? Man, words can’t explain it just like a blindmans sunset. If you know, you Know. Thats all that needs to be said but then what kind of article would it be without a few thousand words and even more run on sentences?
Sometimes thoughts will not be constrained by the frame of the Game. Sometimes one must transcend in order to achieve greatness for genius hits a target that the average cannot comprehend but then there is something to be said about the sheer sensation and thrill that comes from the power of limits. Take sampling, for example:
I don’t know if you’ve ever done digged but the sheer thrill of hitting a lick and coming up with a banger you spotted nestled in the breaks of a dusty record, back when is something that cannot be replicated. Back then you had limits on the tech and thus it wasn’t simply a case of pumping the whole record in and getting a production credit, right Dre?
Sometimes thats all thats needed, really, because if it bangs, it bangs and no need to chop and flip because the record speaks for itself. Nowadays people can do things pretty amazing with tech but it really surprised me that the moment AI stem generation kicked in people didn’t take the old skills to a whole nother level as the buzz of being able to truly isolate should have meant a true renaissance but then it clicked:
There is no need to think like this at the moment. “Why bother? I’ll just download some more RAM and let that handle it!” comes the comment but, I assure you, if such thing had hit the scene back when the booms were bapping it would’ve done the biz as people let rip with some next level creations. The sheer level of skill involved in knowing what to blend, how to layer and present is what makes it so thrilling because doing more with less has others scratching their head trying to balance the equation as a fresh market allows for divergent thinking as people don’t know the rules they can’t be breaking. Why do I mention this? Simple:
We are living in times in which things can be birthed that could not anywhere else.
The honor of that is immense so if you’ve manifested here, now, to read this text then you may wish to flex your creative muscle and build something. It can range from a simple skill of how to whip up a dish you know will become a fave for those dining or learn another language as well as a billion other things. The sheer level of free information at the moment is immense but best believe a lot of that is getting censored, and quick, because anyone who was around in the Wild West days of the web will attest they’ve already tamed the beast and next step is when its housebroken. Thats what I mean about working within limits or not seeing the line until you transgress because whilst nothing may exceed like excess there is a certain thing to be said about the art of moderation and what it brings because if you constantly eat two spoons less than your fill you’ll never pad out a XXL nor would you need a gym to stay trim. Food for thought, scrape the dish as we take it up another octave:
Imagine you went to watch a flick and the very moment you sat down and prepped to munching you had perceived, in an instant, the plot, development, twists, turns and the rest where the fair Prince rides off into the sunset with his stable. Where is the thrill? Its missing. Absent. Well that, my friend, is life in the Fifth Dimension ergo something was killed so that we may live as its only from the womb of ignorance can one beget the true wisdom of gnosis which is, in the end, the only skill worth claiming as the problem with this real is that it can make even gods forgetful as they queue up for another spin of the fatal attraction called being human…
There is a subtle blueprint that is etched into everything but, much like silence behind music, its hard to detect but its absence is obvious. Just like the film example you’d hear a whole load of noiZ but no Psylense and thus there is a dance, a rhythm if you will, to this and its all part of the creation in which the Game is about to shift to another level for the playthings that have no idea they’re just this or what it means to flip the script and veer off the track which is beaten into their heads by years of conditioning. Stop and think:
Will this level of freedom be possible when everyone belongs to everyone else, the net is on Twenty Four/Seven, and its monitoring your thoughts, vitals and the rest as you must bite that silicon cookie to access the magical web it spins across minds and dimensions by harnessing a few billion humans as remote distributed processing fueling a singular awareness that aims to ascend toward unity? Of course it won’t but thats where we’re headed. Note, not hearted, this is the last station for that particular resonance to do its thing as we’re veering into the lane of synthesis and approximation aka the reign of the left brain which controls the hand most write with. Speaking of which, what happens if you push the pen with another limb? Something pretty amazing, I’d bet. Why not give that a spin?
Imagine you went to go for a swim and decided to dip your toe in to check the water was clement. To you its a mere moment before you decide whether or not to plunge in but for the appendage that thrills at the change in element it forgets it was connected to a leg, heel and the rest as its set adrift on ignorance and believes its something else. No wonder we walk on our soles, yes? Everything is a hint as the Game is a puzzle, par excellence. Do the Knowledge, up your resolution and see what swims into focus because then, like now, a large part of you is still outside of the frame and dwells in other realms, non material. Sex highlights this best which is why its used to sell everything from life to death and all in between as you can’t go wrong with a bit of friction, it seems. But that mere genital sneeze that most engage in these daze (not a spelling mistake) is like knocking on the door in which your dreams live and running before what you seek comes answering. This is an immense topic but lets just say that there is a resonance that can be built when your sense of embodiment is fully present and not too busy engaged in putting on a performance to make them think you’re the best as you indirectly stare at what reflects for validation of the work you put in. That totally misses the boat, calling and station.
Too bad most people are psychopathic, as intended, because the above type of fronting and skimming the surface comes natural when you’re scared to death of looking within. That takes a type of tenderness the modern world kills dead before it even knows who or where it is. But that too is needed because if everyone were a King then would clean the toilets? Another reason to give the little man a great big hand because whilst I don’t hand out trophies for participation I know a diamond in the dirt when I see it as there is a certain type of grace and presence that emanates from within. Like I said, you have played many characters on this stage and will keep on doing until it clicks we’re inside a Game that is played by using our Souls as credits. When it does then it feels that even rocks are intelligent but their time frame is different ergo diamonds are not every girls best friend and most definitely a marketing invention controlled by a cartel to bilk the rest via ignorance and image. Like pretty much everything else in this realm, at present. I mean, how many fly girls get that their red hot bed did chill after she’d convinced him to throw a ring on it? On the flip what of the one sans bling that wanted the same but accepted far less yet, in the end, generated a different type of wealth in which the affection and resonance got more intense with each spring? It may sound crazy but does happen. The chances of this clicking with the current gen? Next to nil and that is by design and resonance hence depop till Twenty One Hundred is the song they’ll sing as they sex their semi synthetic robot companions.
“He’s not “Just like a human”, I’ll tell thee. He is the same as you and me”.
Sure, sure thing, Miss except a flesh and blood human doesn’t come with a Three Sixty jack hammer arrangement thats powered by reading your aug-chip and providing the thrill of a lifetime that mere carbon can’t whip. And yet, that too is by design hence what I said about the numbness because, to them, it will feel intense but will not climb the sacred helix of cojoined consciousness which simple tribespeople Knew well as that is how they handled it. Do you know how old school contraception worked? It went a little something like this:
Man and wife would regularly sex but he would only spill the seed when they wanted to create fresh skin to bring another Soul in. Because both were present and resonant (as opposed to roleplaying from inside their head in a state of disconnected acting) they would crest and wave with rhythms that were in sync with not only one another but the whole planet and this generates an internal state of bliss which meant way less conflict. Pairings were not done on looks but resonance and, quite often, the arrangements were handled by the head of the village who Knew what type of energetics he needed to bring in to sustain his collective reign with letting the staleness kick in. This also avoided things like inbreeding, huge chins and a whole host of genetic problems. Not to mention people were running around hopped up on orgasmic bliss which is how they climbed the fable tower of Babel you hear that fell and this is how it manifests in the end. The tongue they all spoke and used real well?
Body language.
For some this will be a straight line in Tetris moment and others will comprehend why a man or woman can seem attractive but have no sex appeal whilst another, not as classic or even reg, is simply overflowing with excess of energetics beyond the realm. A simple way to remember this is sex equals Spiritual EXchange and thus each fluid transfer or ran train creates an imprint in your waves which is a whole nother tale we may get into elsewhen as life really is quite beautiful when you’re beyond good and evil.
“Whats this?” I hear you questioning. Simple:
Being Centered in Self.
It doesn’t matter the stage of the Game or the number after the dot on the Range because some things never change and that is the mid. The Psylense. The zero point. The god with a thousand names and many scripts but all, in my lens, are mistranslations of a simple truth that can’t be read in any text or preached into a head via threats of hellfire and death or promises of grapes, I mean virgins, for doing as he said. No, it must be felt. To be more accurate, feltsensed as its transcends limits and thus one can’t F with the ineffable but it certainly is a trip as its akin to taking all the nuts you ever have, could and would’ve busted and blasting off from beyond this realm. Or, if you want a chemical equivalent (like a silicon husband) you can smoke some DMT instead. Difference is that takes you to a place you can’t visit without a ticket whereas the slow way that was cultivated from one life to the next is an on foot trip and we’re back to the Soul again which is what you inserted to play this Game as a credit in exchange for the flesh that you’re sporting. By the way, is your body ever hurting? If so you may want to check out this because its actually talking, like I said.
Till we meet again
