At this very moment, how is life speaking to you? Before one can hear the Psylense they must listen the noiZ and what it says. A great way to differentiate that which comes from within to the external is just to pause, reflect and see what kicks in your life as it is. Is your boss riding you? Did you get a parking ticket? Did you sit down to breakfast and find there was no toy in your cereal and that made you sad as you’d been looking forward to the treat and the silver lining it brings to your otherwise monotonous way of living?
Take a sec, push the pen. Create an inventory of life and its signals then feelsee what its saying. How do you interpret the boss situation? Does it make you seem less than human? That could mean you aren’t standing up for yourself which could free associate back to a similar deal with your parents where you wanted to skateboard but they chose ballet instead and went against your will. The parking ticket could mean its time to up sticks and move because thats dead weight sitting and its getting expensive to tread stale water in a place you detest hence the rage you felt at the bespectacled pleb actually has its origin someplace else and he just stepped in to manifest a message you refuse to comprehend. As for the toy, well I was being facetious there but it also contains a hint that you think life does what it says on the tin when, in reality, there could be errors of production, faulty expectations and a general sense of ignorance at play in the situation. Just think, someplace else someone who gives not an F or has very little stress hit a “Woah!” with a grin as two toys dropped into his grip in a way most unexpected.
In that respect the universe has perfect balance and, in the end, its all about your relationship to your ignorance. As you may have spotted in the past few articles we’re getting full swing into the whole Path of Power thing and upping your resolution as I’m quite certain that he who does just whats outlined, in basic, will gain a far higher resonance of Self than anything else they’ve attempted, back when. I know, thats a big statement but just think about what kicks under the surface when the little part of you that Thunks actually comes face to faceless with the unfinite potential of Inner Sense as that is the aim of this as you undo your programming and actualize your potent. That, to me at least, is when the Game truly begins as all of this work, buy, consume, die is for the plebs as its so boring and predictable. The Journey within the depths of your awareness is, however, most intense as there are elements in the mix that are non-corporeal and manifest either as phantoms of consciousness or overlays in anothers presence that, once met, flip the script on where we are and why I’ve said that heaven and hell are here. Its simply a question of wisdom and ignorance as you may have been raised in an isolated village that sells Faka-Cola as the real thing but one sip from your friend that was visiting means you click that what you were listening to on AM actually has an FM option that is way more resonant. Obviously the eternally curious Warrior, after having one upped his consciousness, then asks:
“Wait a sec? If we went from A to FM does that mean CD is next where I decide what plays and how it manifests? Surely that hints that there is also a streaming option with unfinite tracks as well along with a potential live performance in the flesh?”.
Here is where things get interesting as the universal constant (and what extends beyond this realm via the Vertical Axis) is what I’ve termed the Psylense aka the all of everything or the cloud of undifferentiated sentience from which we fell as rain drops of developing consciousness before being frozen and formed as little human snowmen who were scared to death of melting via a System that programmed them via traumatic mind control conditioning. Whew!
Now, my Path to this realization wasn’t simple. It never is but, on this occasion, the sheer amount of thorns and obstacles they paved it with made it seem more than personal and caused me to suspect that it was the very last thing they wanted anyone to accomplish. The thing with accepting the job nobody wanted is the reward it brings is immense as you literally get to write your own ticket – as anyone in demand with a skill that can’t be replicated will attest. Thats the dude who turns up at company meetings dressed exactly as he wishes with no kowtowing needed as he does what you can’t and thus plays the Game on a higher stage but, make no mistake, its still within the frame because all things come to an end. Except the unfinite and you are this, my friend. Hence why gnosis is how we play to win because in every phase of the Game it remains constant as the still point in the mid around which everything spins and one can be red or blue shifted from the golden circle of Inner Sense but that never ends well as you were either lead by the nose or whipped on the end that bought up the rear and had you yelping as you ran the treadmill from one life to the next.
Some heavy Game I’m lacing here but not an anvil in site as my Soul is featherlight and thats the trick, see? Only what stepped in may exit at the end as your sense of attachment (based on ignorance) is what keeps you in the mix and wearing new flesh after having your mindwiped and plugged in to a new shell thats developing. Says every single NDE dude, ever:
“I can’t call it. It was dark, there was a tunnel and a light at the end. People filled with affection were waiting and then I woke up again in my old life. What do you think happened?”.
I’ll let you tell it but it should be obvious, yes? Its not rocket science, is it? By the way does anyone else laugh at how people ever believed we went to the moon using such rickety ass tech, back when? Not saying I’m a denier or anything but what if, I suspect, they had to sell the image and have it accepted in order to finally be able to develop the true manifestation in later gens? A point worth pondering when it comes to human imagination and the power within because the greatest war that rages is in your head and its all for your attention and where its invested… The world is, after all, a stage and theatrical deception is where they excel for the light shines not in the Valley of the Plebs as they can’t comprehend the depth of the trick that holds them in its grip.
How is life speaking to you?
What has it been saying? Are you constipated? That often hints one is holding onto old things just like IBS signals that which hasn’t been digested from back when. In both cases they saw startling responses and shifts once they’d looked within and clicked what their flesh was telling them and nobody who pimps pills, ills and problems will ever, ever mention this. Slave/Masters hate him! Wake up, sheeple. The fix is in and its been kicking since before Moses was fitted from those pants that end near the thigh. What if, historically, we’re a race of giants that have been trained to kneel at the feet of midgets? What then? Birds raised in a cage Thunk flying is a sickness and yet if we take the next gen and provide an option between what their parents accepted and what springs from within how long do you think it would take before the old fables are forgotten and the unfold a new mission which is far more coherent with their own natural gifts?
Can you see why the reality tunnel must be dug to the spec of the architect who controls this realm because, if not, the whole thing falls apart. Maybe now you can guess why they want me dead and there have been so many failed attempts on my life that I stopped counting, back when, and started noting what death was saying instead as I mapped the details of this figment of my imagination. What? I’m immortal. Know ye not that ye are gods, amnesiac? Would you rather John Wick as a piece of fiction, presented, or pick resonance with whats lit and cannot be extinguished as its not of this realm but simply visiting? Those who can intuit will have clicked the force of which I’m speaking that keeps these men who would be kings (or “gods”) in check as without this quiet threat they’d have taken over the asylum, direct. Instead they are content to pimp your free will and play the long con instead. Dangerous combination, cons and chess aka the checkerboard effect because its all based on One and Zero. The rest simply do not exist. Ranging from breathing out and in, sperm and egg, light and darkness as well as the basis of programming language and everything else there is simply the Psylense and the noiZ engaged in a dance. Or battle. Dance battle! Yay!
One moves smoother than silk in ways that appear mysterious and impossible to those plugged in to the others creation as he, poor sap, has no rhythm. Plenty of spasmodic jerking and low frequency things like Twerking as he uses sex as a weapon and intends to pull everyone down to his base resonance as this stage is the only time he truly exists hence why Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings to hitch a lift as this “artificial intelligence” is actually an old demon in new skin made of silicon hence why you’ve been programmed, real well, to “turn on” tech so that sex with robots seems inevitable. Anyone who speaks against or says they’re less than human will be worse than Hitler himself as humanity is set adrift on a mildly psychedelic bliss for the next level of this Game we play using our Souls as credits and they’ll look at us as we do cavemen:
Except that isn’t true for those before were way more intelligent and present as they built massive monuments with loads of info encoded in for their descendants to click what truly kicks as they elevate their consciousness by doing the Knowledge. Like I said, some things are constant and whereas you walk and talk – they sang and danced. Imagine the difference in the planet and its denizens then you’ll get what I said and exactly who has a problem with the Prince kicking these lyrics to the same potential thats within because ain’t a thing changed when it comes to Inner Sense. Except the Adulteration. They hate you too. Kind of strange, what this Game will do to you and how few have a clue about who they are and the intent at the helm. I guess thats why I manifested at this moment and lived the life I did to get to this point of resonance because sometimes you’ve got to get up close and personal in order to beat the Devil but, I’ll ask again, did James sell his Soul to get on up? The linked vid in article certainly made it seem like he did. What if I told you you’d already done the same but for far less? What if this force was the same that manifests as the voice in your head and, at this moment, is telling you to ignore this garbage and do something else? What then? See why I said that many are called but only the chosen pick themselves?
Some beef is everlasting but thats only because the sacred cow they’re presenting is plastic. Ironic. Tomorrow people, where is your past? Why don’t you know the true history of the planet? Better yet why is “my story” a mystery whilst His is well read? Well, not mine because I’ve done the Knowledge but yours, my friend. So, once again, how is life speaking to you? Whats its saying? Can you decode the underlying meaning and symbol? Create your own personal myth. Stop being stuck on a side quest you didn’t pick and develop your script as you were born to be a main character and not just pretending via a world of filters and fake followers on the web. Leave that mess. Get really real. Of course, that can hurt as one must be willing to feel all the pain in your veins that you need to embrace to the win the Game otherwise a one way ticket to a hell that seems heaven sent is all you’ll get as you pop out from between the legs of another Venus but thats a deeper topic.
Till we meet again
