You’ve heard me speak of masks quite often and those that know, Know. For those that don’t let me offer something which can be of immense help when it comes to obtaining Knowledge of Self by learning to transcend the deception the System poured into your head since your first steps:
Are you the same when no one is watching? Obviously you require a certain degree of Self observation being present and correct to notice the switch because most people are truly effortless when it comes to juggling their fake presence as one mask slips quickly into the next, never to reveal the real beneath their flesh. But being alone is a good cue and knowing the truth of you because if you’re always happy, smiling and joking when around people but feel a sense of brooding darkness when sitting alone in your four corner room staring at candles then that is who you truly is and the rest is but an illusion you dearly wish to believe in.
This process of projection is endemic on the web as its all about signaling a state of perfection and bliss that those who truly possess don’t feel the need to instafacetweet about as they’re too busy living it. Same goes with riches, bishes and spiritual wisdom. Oh, especially the last one as its the greatest grift and loads of the players in this charade are taking the whizz out of their adherents for a profit and everyone knows it but the ones who are stumping up to get insulted and sent wandering down dead ends. Let me tell you something about spirituality in its most practical and thus effective sense:
Its a very ugly business that most do not possess the stomach to the attempt as it can feel akin to performing vivisection on your (false) self that will yelp, protest and go out of its way to ensure you don’t uncover its ruse of pretending to be a human being when its actually an illusion thats using you for all it can get whilst you’re distracted into living a life which is one stepped removed from imperience thanks to the man in the middle that you see reflected back in the mirror but doesn’t truly exist. That really is the grist of the matter that they won’t even touch because such truths are seen as heretic in a world of illusion that profits from confusion and propagates delusion. Its why there is such thing as pop-psych addicts who think they can quick fix a generational problem in five minutes when in reality what they get is a quick rush of endorphins from sprinting on a spiritual treadmill then they’re off in search of the next hit without stopping to question why the glow doesn’t last, there is no shift within and they haven’t even touched the surface of that immense amount of tension and pain that racks their flesh and divides their essence from the powerful unified ocean it is into various streams of awareness that dribble.
Pseudo spirituality is an immense problem because it means waters of deception are added to the milk of wisdom and thus what was once thick, creamy and fulfilling is now rendered a thin and insipid liquid. That said those who are starving will lap away greedily just as a thirsty man will drink water laced with filth because it beats the alternative and this all interconnects really because the web of life has been woven in such a way that you’re already caught up in it before you even realize it exists. Just like your parents before them and theirs as well you are but a link of ignorance in a huge chain that enSlaved your lineage and, via your acquiescence, your children as well. Unless you choose to do something about it. Thats the entire point of willhelp because my main intent is to transcend this realm and never have to wear a face again but in order to do this one must spend their life and times gaining Knowledge of Self so that when the moment comes to exit the stage you take the door that opens within and not the one that places you in a nine month queue to don the flesh again before shattering your Inner Sense once you step into the realm as you cling to fruitless solutions and spend the rest of your masked existence amusing yourself to death as you clutch at concepts that don’t help and actually speed you toward your end like a drowning man holding a brick.
Release.
To let go is to be free then one may swim casually back to the sands of lifes beach and take in the scenery because then you see the machinery, the System I call it, that is poured into the heads of the innocent as they are trained and conditioned via resonance to their parents, peers and most of all the television set. Give people cameras and they’ll start acting. Lets get back to the fake test:
World building in the minds of others in order to generate an appearance that you are like this is a huge hint of a disconnection within. Stop and think – do children do this? Of course they don’t. They simply are. An ineffable yet undeniable presence that is so firmly centered within that it can’t help but cause a flicker of resonance inside the long dimmed chests of the Adulterated that surround it as they partially recollect what it felt to be so present and correct. Fear not for in just over two point six decades they too will be just like them and thus moths are drawn to the false light of screens once their own glow has been extinguished. This is why people need to be false and are so heavily invested in your believing it. Let me share an example:
“Oh, you a Muslim now?” escaped from my lips as I saw a previously hard drinking, dope dealing entirely nihilistic street specimen start preaching about the virtues of salvation and how he wasn’t the same etc. etc.. If you’ve any proximity to the pavement I’m sure you’ve met the type before and know them well as its obvious to us they’re building an illusion as a way of distancing themselves from the dirt they’ve done, who they’ve been and who they truly still are, under the surface. It didn’t take long for me to get him back into his old frame of mind and have him ready to kill on cue again and I found this hugely amusing because only a true friend would show you the nature of the mask you’re wearing in order to help and generate a real solution. He, as you’d expect, didn’t like this and took it quite personal and thus that was the last time I saw him for a bit. Why? Because what I said rang true and he knew he was attempting a form of spiritual escapism that wasn’t generating the righteous dividends he tried so hard to pretend via his world building that had been working so well but I wasn’t buying. Tell me, if the change really was true and sprung from within (as opposed to being copy and pasted to the surface as he traded the mask of a roadman for that of the spiritual) he’d have responded in the appropriate fashion and not reverted to type.
See, thats the thing about masks. They slip. Sometimes they’re dramatic explosions and other time quick blips where people gather round the water fountain and say “I don’t know what came over him” before getting back to business. Alcohol often brings the true you to the surface and thats why its such a popular option and pushed so heavily to the weakened who further weaken themselves on the weekend. What a coincydink, eh? The nature of spells is invisible to those operating within them…
To maintain this (false) self takes an immense amount of effort to project that picture into others minds by virtue signaling, world building and being inauthentic but because its so common these days no one questions it or wonders why they feel exhausted in crowds for extended times but also hate being alone and by themselves without distraction. Can you hear the Psylense? Its the gap between the thoughts, the sheer unAdulerated feeling of pure, concentrated realness that is what the Warrior is seeking as we grip onto this with a ferocity and tenuousness that can seem quite illogical to those locked within the invisible bars of the Mind Made Prison they are busy decorating with new trinkets to make their life sentence on Earth more pleasant without actually stopping to question why it feels like hell. Actually that is why they won’t stop because once you feel the truth there is no other option beyond liberty or death. Get free or thrive trying is in full effect hence grab that loose end that doesn’t make any sense and points toward the inauthentic and bring the whole house of cards down to feel, once again, the beach of life upon which it was built as you bask in the freedom of experience without limits or constraints.
Its akin to flipping the script and being fully grown, laced with wisdom and experience whilst still possessing the radiant presence and energetics of the child within who has now been liberated from the dank dungeon of your chest and restored to his rightful place as the ruler of your kingdom. Its this sacred spot, the seat of power within that the whole world and its institutions covet and can’t wait to place the egoic (false) self impersonator within in hopes of fooling you into living an unfulfilling existence.
I actually did meet the born again hooligan one day after many rays had shone and he had this to say:
“I have to say you truly are a friend even though I thought you were an enemy. The words you shared that day forced me to look at me in a way far deeper than spending twenty three hours locked up alone ever did. It was then I found what you rightfully called escapism by reading religious texts in a way to forget myself, my position and all I’d done to get caught dealing again. It was a way out of a hopeless situation but it wasn’t authentic as it was chose in desperation with no room for introspection. Ironic”.
Gone was the beard, kufi, flowing robes and ever present Koran from which he would preach frequently without truly comprehending. Standing in front of me was a calm and happy man dressed in sweats, fresh kicks and a couple of gold rings like he used to rock way back when but there was one big difference. Now he was totally authentic as he had no other option since being forcefully ejected from his masjid for asking his teachers and peers why he still felt this nagging emptiness within and how it all seemed like it was on the surface as he shared the Knowledge of masks I’d kicked and how they related to his experience as I’d pointed out at exactly what points he’d worn which and how they all attempted to prevent the rising of the pain he felt within from coming to the surface. Needless to say they didn’t like this as a lot of the new cell block converts were starting to nod their heads and one said how he was still getting high even though he pretended not to whilst another interjects that he simply can’t stop having sex and is considering going back to pimping because it felt so amazing as the rest pitched in their own imperience. See what I’m saying about the resonance of the authentic? He needed that support system then because they were all manufacturing proof as they lied to themselves but I knew he was too intelligent to fall for it as the man was the hustlers hustler in his prime and could turn one to three and flip it daily before getting back on the grind and cheffing more pies as that was the culture he came up in. He knew it as well which is why all that righteous brother stuff was in the wind and he found himself ready to knuckle up again until I said “If it was real then who is this standing here speaking?” and it clicked. Once you’ve danced on the edge of your awareness, which is where most criminals live as its essential for their survival (and because they’re trying to escape their pasts which are often horrendous) then its quite obvious when you’re trying to fool yourself as you’ve spent a lifetime on the grind and know the rules of Victim and Opponent and how the former will often think the latter is his best friend until the truths revealed.
The streets are vicious like that and its all about the ends as they justify the means with a “Hey, its only business” as your day ones conspire to do you in because they want the connect you won’t share with them as the first rule is to protect your investment. Doesn’t work when the wolves ain’t fed because things can get critical. Like an intensive care unit as your life hangs by a thread before you’re ushered to a cell to spend the rest of your sentence.
“So what are you doing now?” I asked him as he seemed way more coherent and chill. Turns out he’d opened a youth outreach program in his old hood and was getting the local roughnecks into boxing as a way of instilling discipline, giving them a vent and keeping them away from the street Games that sucked him in making drops on his bike after school for a few bills from the older shotters who took him under their wings and gave him his first taste of narcotic profits. “You can only be real in the ring” he said “Thats the difference I now get because if you try fronting in there you’ll get tested and knocked out real quick and that often brings a man to his senses”. Boxers of all ilks know this well and the irony is when it gets to the professional level they’ll all freely admit that their ring persona, whether Sugar Ray or Kid Dynamite himself, feels way more real and authentic than their civilian presence. This itself is an immense hint of the all encompassing nature of the System that currently rules the world and fools those who operate within as only when dishing out licensed brutality for profit did they feel themselves. They’ll also freely admit that the thrill is addictive as is the crowds baying and this the street legends know well because its a nice feeling knowing you can park your car on the pavement with keys in, pop in a building and no one will touch it out of fear, respect or dread of the repercussions.
Its all everyone wants, really, whether criminal or civilian. The freedom to be themselves and getting props are like sprinkles as they provide a nice decoration but if the cake itself is missing then whats the point they think. Or at least, they can. If they’re authentic. Its this last point that the fakes rail against as they’ve got everything they think they want but still have none of the feeling whereas the man of whom I’m speaking that used to have sports cars parked outside his mums crib in a council building full of derelicts is now happier and realer than he’s ever been due to unleashing the Warrior within.
That, however, can only happen once you’re willing to acknowledge you’ve been enSlaved by the System and its various forms of deception that all end in world building in the heads of others as you attempt to make up for that lack of connection to your own chest which is often bricked off with emotional pain and suffering you’d rather die than acknowledge. Well, know this:
Die you shall and that which you suppressed shall rise to surface as the exit from this living hell is in your grip but because you’ll be so overwhelmed by the presence of what you repressed now your Pane Body isn’t resisting the impulses you spent a lifetime pretending didn’t exist its akin to having bricks tied to your awareness as it drops back down into the flesh to do it all again. The Warrior knows this and is willing to take the steps by befriending his private realm and undoing the destruction of Inner Sense that wrecked their original and pristine garden of awareness into which the weeds of ignorance, self deception and world building did set and caused their Prime glow to dim as they spent a lifetime circling around a false glow designed to draw them to their death hence people perish due to a lack of knowledge of Self.
Now you know this there is no way of unknowing it as you’ll remember what I said as its echoes within the Psylense that beats in your chest as it nods its head and hopes you get the message to take advantage of the lower vibrational state of the flesh and cleanse your energetics so that when the moment kicks in and you rest your Soul on the scales which marked the entrance and exit its the same weight as when it stepped in as this realm is a closed loop, nothing extra gets in and not even a gram shall exit and by that I mean the relationship betwixt the Witness, the Game and the imperiences therein which are all simply borrowed and thus not yours for the keeping whilst who you truly are, beyond the flesh, is actually the awareness it all plays out within and thus that is the key, skeleton, that fits the door marked exit where all Warriors will be hearting when their spin in this realm comes to an end and they’re freed from their life sentence.
And, if you’re wondering, the wretch whose grim face stared at you from the head of the article is the perfect example of one faking the funk and selling an image to the rest because, deep down within, she felt none of what she pimped because its purely a numbers thing so you don’t have to tell me but it might it be wise to keep it real with your Self. I’ve seen plenty of phonies from yoga mats to ashrams as well as alcoholic preachers and other examples because, like Pryor said:
People don’t want to deal with themselves. They should but that would raise questions like why the world is like this and how it seems to profit from ignorance with heaps of willful deception piled in with plenty of gaslighting and yet, everyone is miserable but experts in denying it. Better yet, if it were all peaches and cream in this realm then who the hell keeps on sending prophets that are killed, stone dead? Who truly is at the helm? What is their actual intent? Why can’t you remember from one life to the next and, better yet, why do so many religious texts say that is blasphemous when there is real life proof that here is where the eternal and temporal blend? Are we in heaven? Or hell?
Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, my friend, because in times of near universal deception it would behoove one to be real and authentic as the ignorance is laid on, real thick, and I suspect its chief aim is of sticking you back in the flesh again. And again. And again. If thats the case, how would you tell?
If you trust a liar, who is to blame in the end?
Till we meet again
