I said before that not many addicts think they’ll become junkies the first time they chase a fix and, in many respects, a lot of the world is just like this. The difference is the opiate of the masses is their habituated way of Thunking. Lets sketch some details for those unfamiliar with the concept:
Thunking is, as the name suggests, pre-made chunks of thought that our brain rearranges. As a result the outcomes are usually predictable plus nothing shifts no matter how much you rack your brain for answers. Know why? Because you’re wrestling with effects and mistaking them for causes. This is such a common problem that, once it clicks, you can’t help but wonder how you could’ve missed it. But thats the nature of mental blindspots because the brain fills in what it expects and once you catch this trick in effect you’ll click why I’ve said you’ve got to be prepared to lose your mind in order to come to your senses as your greatest strength is currently buried in a thick layer of ignorance and its been wrapped in garish dressing paper that is flashed with images you dread, things you stress and truths you would rather not acknowledge. Can we take a moment of time to appreciate our Opponent? He chose his hiding place very well and I, personally, two stepped along the path to Hell and back in order to come to this conclusion. Your mileage could and should vary because I can’t be sure what was etched in your chest is the same as I imperienced hence why I encourage you to reality test not just this but all I’ve said because then we may, as a collective, just come up with something that allows Souls to flourish wen they step into this realm instead of being trained to “Sit still, look ahead” and be placed on the fast track to Adulteration like the rest…
Now, back on topic, imagine if you could convince a whole load of main characters they were background playas instead. That would generate an immense interest in fairytales, TV scripts and an unhealthy fixation with celebs (who actually live in gilded cages as the behest of the pimps that profit from their tricks). The latter point is very important because it highlights a great aspect of the Dual Reality Principle I previously mentioned as they have convinced you that a human elevated by camera tricks, for an instant, sparkles like that which is in the sky and your ancestors watched for messages… Consider that a “Star” is actually “Rats” when flipped and this Principle will become Self evident just like Tell Lie Vision does just what it says on the tin. There is no coincidence for a Warrior as we Go In, See Dense instead hence its all about upping your resolution as the current version of you is, I’m willing to bet, closer in alignment to your wackest life than fully actualized potential. Isn’t that amazing though? The very fact that if I ask you that question you Know, automatically, where you rest on the scale and this tips into the “If you perceive you can be” as well as its opposite of “You aren’t what you can see”. Like I said, there is depth and simplicity to the Game that, for most Souls, is totally alien and that is purely due to the faulty OS in their heads that was programmed via an intent from beyond this realm for its own backhanding deals. Wheels within wheels, dig?
Look at a child. They step in filled to the brim with an undefinable something that shines bright like a diamond and thus the presence of a little one can fill an entire home with such abundant vibrations that it would take a hundred of the Adulterated to muster up a very poor equivalent. Isn’t that telling? Worse still is the fact that almost everyone sees this but so few comprehend and ask the bigger question:
“What happened?”.
That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question and a perfect example of faulty programming that is designed to miss the obvious and focus, instead, on pointless things. Imagine, for a moment, you came here to do something great, something unique, something dramatic and then, a few decades in, you have bills, a mortgage, some stress, raising kids, in a married that is sort of working. The past hopes and wish are either written of as fanciful things or, more common, as a fairytale you’ll never invest as you keep putting off putting the work in as you steadily amuse your (false) self to death wishing your life was something else other than a huge load of coping mechs and ignorance. Now, granted, to actually think at this depth is beyond the retinue of most plugged in and its this realization that is suppressed by the epidemic of depression as it becomes an all hands on deck situation to prevent this truth blooming, like a lotus, in the filth ridden seas of consciousness that pass for awareness in the heads of the Adulterated. A lot of rich and seemingly successful people are caught up in the mix as well as countless who get close to what they chased and find nothing ever changes as they’d pin their hopes on the tale a donkey headed god spun in their head in order to make a horses ass out of them. Man truly is on the lowest rung of the animal kingdom but his ignorance and (false) self deception allows him to pretend he sits at the apex and thus misses the beast that is truly feasting on him. What? You thought it was something palpable behind this drain on the glow of children? Of course it isn’t. We wrestle not with flesh and blood, recollect? Does what it says on the tin and whats so pernicious about this is you can’t say they didn’t warn you when stepping in as such is the nature of tacit agreement and these are akin to the terms and conditions a company used, back when, to steal the Souls of their users. Food for thought, yet?
So, people are born one way but become something else. Like a reverse Princess and Pea effect. Now their best is buried under layers and layers of the (false) self as they rest, perched atop, this immense mess that keeps them locked in their zone of discomfort. Its really sad how people are most familiar with what they detest and yet will cling to it. This is because an underlying principle of the human imperience is that its drawn toward pleasure and away from pain which is a rule your Opponent knows well and delights in using along with more tricks than a clowns pocket. Or is that a DMT machine elf? Did you know the Trickster was one of the first “gods” in this realm? Do the Knowledge on this alone and so much starts to make sense as it truly is a Game for them much like we may play GTA or such things and ascribe zero internal world or feelings to the pixelated equivalent that is moved using spooky action from a distance for our own entertainment.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
So, in a world filled with people who are (but won’t admit) really quite miserable and mostly unaccepting of Self we have a man who steps in selling images and illusions. This is an old pimps trick. Read the words of Iceberg about mileage on a hoe or listen to this clip for a hint as its the capitalists manifesto, par excellence, which does the same for billions as they are trained to accept the outer realm as both cause and effect whilst never, ever looking within. Also, if you’re in the mood for an education on another facet of this trick click this and look into the Blue Eyes, Brown Eyes experiment as it shows how quick one can sew seeds of division that have real world effects that are most palpable.
The first trick to creating a life worth living is admitting that none of what you’ve done up until this moment has shifted the Reality Tunnel you detest. The second part is being honest and this leads one to Knowing the Ledge as its akin to finally comprehending you can’t be the voice in your head when you’re actually that which listens. Like, duh!, how obvious can you get? And yet, billions served daily as they believe they are it and dance on its whims like good little flesh puppets. That, my friend, is your Opponent. A simple Ctrl C, Ctrl V of a mindset that came from beyond this realm and projects its fear, envy and dread along with a sense of limit inside your head using a tone that is familiar and unquestioned to command the small, yet powerful, part of you does what it says, without question. Suddenly the reason why I called school a camp for concentration makes much sense except the cost of this isn’t hollow as you are living testament. As are your kids, if they’re currently going through this, as you’ll watch their glows dim as the seeds of Adulteration are sprinkled in their fertile imagination that will soon be placed off limits and never seen again as they’ll choose to invest their interest in money that isn’t worth a thing as the solution to their problems when, in reality, it hints at the true problem as divide and conquer is the way of the script as there is always a buck to be had saying “We’re correct. They’re wrong hence infidels and the true cause of our problems. Kill em!”.
Look around, tell me I’m wrong then take a guess that if you had ten dyed in the wool adherents sitting next how many would think it blasphemous and something quite against what their Prophet said? Over nine, easily, I’d guess. If you break it down around 8 would be varying degrees of miffed or a bit interested but dare not go against the script that bring a sense of familiar comfort. One would know the deal because he’s glimpsed behind the curtain in exchange for his Soul that became forfeit and thus he’d loudly quote chapter and verse before arming the rest with a yell:
“Off with his head!” as the rest tock, tick, in ways predictable as they step into sync with the loudest intent which leads us straight back to the camp of concentration. Less than one, which by logic may be you if you’re still reading, would be capable of awakening the Warrior within and catch what I’m throwing at your chest as they’d click that if it worked as intended the world wouldn’t be a mess of blood and conflict or maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what was planned, back when, as the seeds of faith were planted in the heads of those who’ll never, ever study their “enemies” text and play spot the difference in whats said as well as drawing what is common. But, thats a bit spiritual. To become more mundane you can consider the context of a man that was clinically depressed on the verge of becoming rich and how that meant not a thing when backpacking the South American trail was what was etched in his veins as his true calling, back when, as he always fancied being a real life Indiana Jones, adventuring. Another hint about the reeleyez tricks that are pulled in the name of entertainment for those who note that class is always, always in session.
First of all, are you coherent? Don’t ask me what this means. Free wheel. Intuit. Act like a man with a hammer and nail every aspect of the life you live from relationships to works scripts and anything else you can imagine. Do they feel coherent? Are the various pieces aligned in a way that makes sense? In some places do you always seem to end up with the short end of the stick? What about Patterns that keep repeating with different playas in the mix that leave you holding a bag, identical? What if that was the hint to do something different? I’ll share a tale, one day, about a skinny white mechanic that liked his women blonde and big. It always ended in tears until he saw what truly kicked. Next time we met he’d went from struggling for a fat sack to puff and chill because his woman was doing his head in to a slim brunette and Lexus along with a huge grin that said:
“I am free from a life that sucks. The hardest part was spotting it and then doing something else“.
That is how powerful our programming is so, unlike him, don’t wait until your own personal ground zero kicks in because its this point he’d usually go on a binge before doing it all again. Instead he chose to the Do the Knowledge and tally up the points of resonance, talk to the child within and get a clearer message and then act upon it. Do something unfamiliar, often the opposite of what you’d pick in your habitual conditioning. Even better if it causes discomfort or dread as that is simply a street sign on the way to Inner Sense. Truly, all you seek is within. You have, in effect, been divorced from your true Self and engaged to an addict that manifests as that voice in your head that demands payment in fragments of your Soul that it happily accepts in exchange for stress and endless manipulation of your consciousness. When there are none left – usually by around age twenty six – then life becomes a predictable retread as Thunk is in full effect and a great way of shaving some points from the processing of the simulation which uses your awareness to power an engine for other things way beyond the comprehension of one plugged in. More to heaven and earth than dreamt of your Reality Tunnel, my friend… Who gave you the shovel and told you to dig? Who etched the blueprint you’ve traced from one generation to the next? Were any of them truly content or happy with the life they’d get. Dare ye break the chains as one of the 8% that are Warriors in this realm and know, fine well, something is seriously wrong with this sketch of near total suppression of the divine element in man that causes the type of incoherence that the Tsunami exhibited as many people were happily frolicking in the sea when the rest of the animal species had hearted for the hills as they felt what was coming and did what was best.
Thats all you have to gain in the end so if rich or fearless was an option which one would you pick? Make your decision before clicking that link and see if it sticks after you’ve digested its wavelength then put it into practice by shifting the variables you can influence as that often shows how the alleged mountains were actually molehills with camera tricks in a feature presentation written, directed and staring your (false) self. Dicelife is another great variable to throw in the mix as is bouncing up and down for an extended period to shake out habitual tensions then standing very, very still and just listening.
The Psylense. Can you hear it?
Till we meet again
