For those that don’t know:
Way back when there quite a few folks that stopped, looked at the world and said “Wait a minute? This place is all ass backwards” as they pondered about the intent of who would make a space that looked like heaven but felt like hell for most of the Souls wrapped in flesh that handled their business. Now, this wasn’t a new stream of thought, by any account, as the Aborigine Dreamtime, Vedic Maya and even Shakespeares Stage allude to the same message but what was most intriguing is how those in power went after them with the intent of totally eradicating their presence and teachings. That speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Remember, religion is a business. It may not have been started this way but it certainly is the truth behind the charade these days because its all about market share and brand loyalty in the Game that claims a new Soul a day once its trained to look at things a certain way. Now, these Gnostics (a disparaging term that means “Know it alls”) had a few tricks up their sleeves when it came to ultradimensional perception and the rest and thus they kicked the truth to those that knew or were at least curious about the ledge as they strove to get the hell out of Dodge and sprinkle as much gnosis on the Souls plugged in to this carbon based Matrix. Oh yes, that familiar tale is theirs but retold.
Now, one of the things that a lot of people have said over time is “Whats the proof of this demiurge you mention?“. Simple. Pimping. See, the base level argument of the Gnostics about this impostor god goes a little like this:
Imagine its a bright, sunny day. You erect a tent and cut a tiny hole into it. Suddenly the darkness within is filled with intense illumination. You look at your subjects, dazzled, and say “Me. I made this. Bow and show your reverence!“. And they did. Why? Because they didn’t Know the Ledge. The Gnostics, in this example, poked their head outside of the tent and saw a totally different realm from which they’d been disconnected in order to be plugged into this illusion and then told the rest. If you read Platos tale of the Cave with folks hemmed in to a wedge that keeps their head trained upon shadows on a wall whilst a flame burns behind them you’ll spot similar symbols just like the black mirror you’re currently reading in order to beam my concepts into your awareness. Stop and ponder, for a moment:
Isn’t it strange that this dark, geometric shape when displayed with various shades of red, green and blue along with some aural frequencies can make you laugh, make you weep, time travel or anything else you could care to see. Thats the demiurge energy, my friend. Everyday miracles are rendered invisible to those bought up around them. Or in them. Word to the tent. Another example is that which I call the System.
The System is all around you and yet its quite invisible. Its effects are felt, nonetheless, by all raised in its vice like grip. Consider you were born a fish and swam in to an isolated pool that was filled with a hallucinogen. To you tripping would be par for the course and you’d take it it in your stride. Only when said lens was removed from your consciousness could you have the “Wait a minute!” moment that is akin to sticking your head outside of the tent and realizing that the so called creator didn’t build a thing but merely limits what was already present. Now, granted, its a pretty slick trick. I have to give credit where it due because due to the interplay of one and three (phi and pi, respectively) with some geometry and the great architect of the Matrix created a fun filled encampment in the tent of three dimensions that we currently inhabit. Every single thing in this realm is, to some degree, corrupted. That is the intent. This is why children step in glowing in a state I call Inner Sense and then swiftly find themselves Adulterated as they learn to fit in to the whims of the System that tells them all it wants them to know and very little else. Whereas the ancients mapped the stars and their movements you’re obsessed with celebs and other vapid events as you amuse yourself to death whilst lacking all gnosis for whats going on outside the tent. By the way, watching the news is bad for your health. Just saying, for those who wish to ascend its all about guarding your awareness and being discerning on what goes in and how it affects your resonance.
Now, the System is the power structure that spans across all lands. Think of it like a pair of pants. It can come with many brands, designs and things but at its most rudiment the blueprint is identical:
Me, at the top, the head honcho. The one who says what it is. Under me I have my most loyal and devoutly sycophantic who were picked because a) they pose no direct threat to my position and b) they’re just smart enough to handle the business without being slick enough to click what truly kicks. Might as well throw in c) as well because this is repeated under them until we get to the Valley of the Plebs were most spend their time in the flesh trying desperately to ascend so they can show the rest their chains of iron have been traded for gold and silver instead. That, in a nutshell, is the System.
It applies in companies, schools, religious establishments and anything else you can think because its the power pyramid in which one rules many and they accept the edicts. Just think, if they didn’t cooperate then who would clean their toilets? See why I’ve said the Game is mental, from end to end, and why one must willing to lose their (programmed) mind to come to their (unfiltered) senses aka how the little boy spots the Emperor is naked whilst the rest nodded their heads in a state of hypnosis. This is why Inner Sense is so dangerous to the System and its why children are violated in ways immeasurable in order to make them fit in to a certain perspective whilst dampening their spirits and draining them from within. Not for nothing are minds mined. Its so Devilish, friends. Thats the Dual Reality Principle, in full effect. Money is another great example.
Worth nothing yet controls everything. Daily proof of the demiurge, right in front of your dish. Stop and think that a crew sling the ink on paper then sell it to the government who then nod their heads and say “No problem, we’ve got this many Souls insuring the nation. You know we’re good for it” as they point at the plebs who are drooling in front of their TV sets whilst filling up on even more monosodium glutamate. Thats life inside the tent. Or the Cave. Or on the Stage. Call it what you wish but the old view of this looking like heaven but feeling like hell ticks more than a few boxes for those that truly stop and introspect the meaning of all of this. After all, its not like its hidden. “For let he who was wisdom count the number of the beast” was once said but how many click that “lived” spells “devil” when flipped or that the flesh wrapped around their unfinite sentience is built with six protons, six neutrons and six electrons. In case you think I’m reaching then let me garnish your consciousness with a little extra sprinkle that says the reason its nine to five is not just because eight to six might just kill a bish but the fact that you spend a third of your life in bed where you, inside the privacy of your own tent as the demiurge of your own Adulterated sentience, dream dreams that seem real and true but only whilst you’re plugged in. Whats two thirds as a decimal? Oh yes, point six, six, six that spins off into the distance.
Haven’t you ever wondered why its so hard to die or why even just living is such a challenge? Birds raised in a cage Thunk flying is a mental illness and crabs dumped in a bucket try and pull back the one who wishes to ascend. Its all tents, my friend, for all intents and purposes. Daily proof of the demiurge, when seen via this lens, becomes Self evident as you can see its all about control, deception and obfuscation about your own true strength and nature as well because if nobody came to the tent then how lonely would the one who sits there be as he screams “Me, I made this and nobody ever says how amazing I am for having done this”.
Suddenly the vagaries of these so called gods throughout the ages that displayed exceedingly human traits as they set one against the next to prove whose sky daddy is the best makes way more sense, doesn’t it? For many this will be a bridge too far because the voice in their head (demiurge par excellence) will not let them cross back to heart centered awareness but we need not fear them as they would’ve stopped reading long before this bit that says you came to Earth to serve a life sentence based on ignorance and tricks that are theatrically deceptive wrapped in a ball of hypnosis that leaves most comatose and sleep walking as they’re too numb to question the narrative they were handed as they walk around wearing flesh on a rock that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. Tell me that doesn’t sound ridiculous?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
