We are in such an evil place that its almost nigh on impossible for me to convey this until you your Self have obtained the realization. Imagine if you lived in place where thirty below was the standard condition. On the days when it went all the way up to zero you’d be sweating, commenting on how the weather was clement. Get it? Thing is, what if that was a small isolated section that was purposefully kept freezing and you’d never ventured beyond the city limits? The very concept of people happily splashing around in the sea as they sit on the beach and bob their heads to the beat of a trio, singing happily, as the sun warms their skin and they Witness the best of everything sounds totally alien, doesn’t it? Now lets pretend that instead of a scene temperate to which one can relate so well we aren’t speaking of outer world but inner realms and the differing scenes relate to your emotions. Now you get it.
Almost, but not quite. After all these are mere words soliciting states. The gnosis of which I speak is undeniable once obtained, first hand, direct, in the flesh and the conclusions that then pour in range from mortifying to terrifying. Isn’t that something? The spells tell on themselves, yet again, because Terra is the name for Earth around which the mortal currently trudging skirt the truth of their incarceration whence they serve a life sentence with the accompaniment of the five greatest thieves they’ve ever seen. Their senses.
You may think I’m raving conspiracies and should have my head wrapped in tin but tell me why whenever we Witness the presence of good men in this realm that wish to make a difference their lives are either ended by hot lead or they’re disgraced and discredited and become little more than the living dead. Why do the demons run amok and are congratulated with all the success you can get when the one who tries is best to treat his neighbor as himself is seen as a simpleton and thus the wicked take all they can get and congratulate themselves on fleecing this idiot. Don’t hit me with “See, he will get his rewards in heaven. The lord shall see to it” because none of these people quoting the gospel think its even odd or suspicious that they pick and choose whats published because every single religion, when boiled down to its nutshell, says “Life’s a bish, then you die”.
The Buddhists took it to another level and started mapping the turns and twists it took to get out of this realm and that suggests the fix is more than in because they simply don’t want you you leaving and thus, for most, death is naught but a one way ticket to another suit of flesh. The near death experience attests:
“I was moving through a tunnel of darkness, it was oddly familiar in its newness. I sensed beings and light on the other side that couldn’t wait to welcome my presence”.
What will take for you to get the hint that we’re trapped in a nightmare without ends that fosters ignorance as wisdom in order to rule by deception? I’ve took this trip a few times now and am fairly certain this is the last time you’ll see my Soul in this realm hence “Get free or thrive trying” is the dictum so take what works from my words, try it and draw your own conclusions vs tracing the outlines they placed in your heads. Why are you scared of your potential? It wasn’t always freezing and solid within. There was a time when you weren’t numbed and frozen into submission and we all frolicked with the freedom which is our natural state, in and beyond this realm.
If you knew what I’m up against, how they stacked the deck, how they mercilessly use helpful idiots in my suppression by telling them half truths and offering possession as strength as they think borrowed light equals their own strength then you’d get it. They’ve got the whole world in their hands. Worst of all, they’re non human and covet what they aren’t. Souls. Our connection they crave and thus they hate those who resonate beyond these lands. Why do you think the good die young in this realm? Why does the one who attempts to make a difference face all kinds of attacks and problems in his existence but once he’s dead his image becomes a meal ticket for them to sell on t shirts and such things with snappy slogans that are designed to keep the consumers consuming and their inner terrain frozen.
I’ve tried. I really have tried to see another way to see this. Truly I have attempted and even stretched my imagination to say that this creature with a duck, feathers and quacks is an elephant as they said but that simply isn’t happening. Most people, on the here and there are pretty decent. Its also quite telling that when in the thick of it you are more likely to get help from a stranger in passing, someone you never met but saw the injustice and decided to step in, versus your own kith or kin. “The person you are calling is unavailable” came the refrain that almost all are familiar with when up against it as a wise man said:
“Celebrate with many but alone you wept”.
Its me against the worlds again. Why am I so convinced I’m correct with this perspective even against such immense odds who’ve said that doing what I intended will be off immense detriment and wove all kinds of spells and the blackest magic via their meat marionettes that run around as empty vessels due to their secret rites of possession wrapped in camera tricks and deception? Because my heart says it. Simple as that.
I’ve had countless conversations with an immense number of people who all believe entirely different things, have their own goals and intents but when it comes down to it they all nod their heads that something is fundamentally wrong with all of this, at the highest, level and its something so subtle and noxious that it dims the glow children possess once they step in. After this a few scratched their heads and kept wondering about the business of living. The rest, after melting a bit, were swiftly refrozen when they got out of my resonance and were back in their element, doing what they know best as they went through the motions with no emotions and pinned their hopes on what happens after death or when they get this, that or something else that will make the nagging emptiness in their chest feel filled with a warmth and presence.
I can bear Witness that its awful to imperience this sense of connection and I mean that it both senses of the word because it originally meant to filled with awe but when this happens the realization of how it became the opposite is horrifying. Worse still, if you attempt to tell anyone they’ll believe you escaped the asylum as their blinkers are on, their focus is forced and all they want is to get ahead in a System that gives not one single, solitary F about them.
The wildest thing is people know this and still they pitch in. If that isn’t the living embodiment of “Remember, you’re asking for it” as well as the power of silence as assent then tell me what is? I don’t want anything from this realm. It has already gave me plenty in this respect. I don’t care what they say, do or what you think but that last bit is vital. Shake your head, clear the delusion of Thunk they inserted where you keep rearranging the same primitive blocks of consciousness and allow the option to breathe new concepts within your awareness. Thats thinking. Thats what I’m saying. Thats gnosis and once it clicks a truly strange world unfolds in which people Souls are incarcerated in the flesh as they serve life sentences which dim the glow the possessed as they slowly become strangers to themselves and invest further and further in concepts that are always, always external.
“Have enough of this, you’ll be rich. Place you faith in this, for it is ordained. Pay attention to this, its the standard to be maintained and kept up with”.
We are living in times of such immense deception that anyone who points out the emperor is actually naked is liable to be sectioned. You think its coincidence that there are swathes and swathes of mind bending chemicals and concoctions being dumped into the air, water and food you’re consuming as your screen based devices pump their own kind of poison as “the way it is” and make cultural genocide seem attractive. There isn’t one person walking this planet under the age of twenty six that possess even a fragment of the natural strength and vigor of their great grandparents. If you were to put them side by side and check all the variables you could wish from their hormone levels, bone density, intellect as well as Self reported measures of happiness, contentment and overall optimism you’ll see what was meant. You call this progress? Are you blind to the truth or willfully stupid?
When they withdraw the net access, probably due to the handy dandy terrorists, it will be just like that summer when the wellspring of drugs in my ends was disconnected and I saw people strung out, walking around like zombies, doing the craziest things you can imagine to score a hit. Why? Their power was outside themselves. Can’t you see the big pic? Am I the only one who spots the lies and deceptions they wear as cloaks to cover their inherent wickedness?
Who knows? Maybe I’m wrong. What if they’re actually angels and not demons? What if by turning up the temperature and suffering they’re attempting to tell the frogs they’re in the kitchen and the environment isn’t natural as the heat has been upped in increments. “If only they’d use their legs, jump. Rise to the occasion then they’d find freedom?”. In that case we’d see that said peeps set the water to boiling in my dish then pointed a flame thrower at it for good measure as they rigged the sides with explosives, just to make sure I’d get the message. Well, I did. But I couldn’t just escape, cry freedom and leave you all in the kitchen. Even though their methods make little sense they certainly are adept at teaching the student within but it sure seems like this is personal as they’ve followed me from end to end in this realm, attack me when I’m sleeping, lure me in with deceptions for sticking the blade in and none of their agents seem to click that whats happening to me could just as easily be them and, in effect, will be once they comprehend the nature of the deal they signed once they accepted the covenant that comes when one willingly hoodwinks themselves and believes what a liar says. Maybe I’m wrong. I don’t claim to have it all sussed. My life is a work in progress in which I’m striving for Self actualization which creates the ticket out of this living hell that is my honest experience of my existence because the odds were stacked against me since I stepped in. I was born not to make it, but I did. The trials and tribulations of a ghetto jit…
Hear the words of the chosen man whilst I’m still present in the flesh because once I exit stage left they’ll distort my message and image for the cattle just like they’ve done so well with past presence because the beast can’t create, its just a copy and paste specialist that knows nothing beyond replicating itself and its distortions into the heads of those foolish enough to incarcerate in the flesh.
“Oh, its just a school. You’re ascending. Its all so great!” get the chuff out of my face with that Stockholm Syndrome BS. How do you know this? Because someone else told you, yes? If you take the average person and ask them to place their sacred cows on a scale to see how many were home raised and pastured vs the ones imported that now graze and sustain themselves on their consciousness it would be quite obvious. There is a reason they wiped out the Gnostics, back when. These folk held a perspective that was based on first hand imperience that came from beyond this dimension as they saw through the camera tricks and instead of letting the reflection of their consciousness be edited by the five senses they turned it inwards, using their will, and this helped them see. Transcendence. The quest for liberation. You will find the same thinking in the Islamic mystics called Sufi who were classed as heretics and infidels for daring to attempt contact with what the rest are content with petitioning and its true of many others in this realm as we all crave that connection and wholeness with which we stepped in. I call that Inner Sense. When I found it I developed free will. Then Thirteen Years a Slave happened and here we are. Breaking chains…
“If we wanted you dead we’d have sent someone in to shoot you instead” they said, with a grin, one day after visiting as I was sitting in the rubble of my blown up existence in a state half past dead and yet, somehow, still incarnate. They truly are enjoying this which is why I say its personal. Could I quietly, in the background, do my thing on my quest for liberation, not say much to anyone and just pass through this living hell like I’m as frozen as them and just watch them suffering? Yes. I could. But my heart won’t let me. Its not correct. I’m not interested in your acclaim, acceptance and praise. Before my death its highly likely many of you will also hate my existence, just as much as them, and decry my message because it contradicts your programming and the frozen tundra you have within but let this serve as testament:
You know that beach upon which we all played and frolicked. You remember the sign that was posted as you stepped in, yes? It said “Welcome to Inner Sense” in a language we all spoke, once upon a when, with no teaching or instructions needed. That is intuition, pure perception. Free of the thieves influence and it still dwells in your chest and its from whence I’m speaking.
If you had even Witnessed a tenth of what I’ve lived you’d find a rope around your neck or be living a life equally destructive as you attempted to soothe your broken Soul all the way into a casket. For me that isn’t an option, I have fought too hard to stay alive and survive in the face of all they did to sit here and push the pen with my perspective on this realm and who is at the helm. Remember this if I get suicided. That means whatever I said last got too close to the point, critical, and they fulfilled their promise of sending an assassin and made it look different to what it is:
Murder. Plain and simple. Who knows? You know? I’m not saying its gospel or anything beyond a pencil sketch of higher dimensions that I glimpsed during those rare moments of alignment that I strive with each breath to regenerate and bring to this realm for the benefit of the rest wandering around the planet in suits of flesh carrying immense quantities of pain they dare not acknowledge as they clutch to symbols that reflect their hopelessness, powerlessness and weakness to resist something that is obviously so well organized and wicked that it manages to encompass every facet of existence from its point of vantage and thus the global plantation keeps churning the milk of suffering from which these demons eat the cream, with a grin, as what once called for burnt offerings is now accepted as standard equipment as the process of farming negative emotions became automated to the point we’re about to ingest silicon and find a strange hybrid existence which sells your own personal heaven but takes the mined mind to higher levels and depths, in an instance, due to the deeper level of disconnect that then plugs them further and further into the matrix except, on that spin, on that level, there will be no respite, no exit. Just a constant state of recycling in a state of suspended animation that will drip low level intoxication into their consciousness and create a totally different type of trip which is all this times ten.
By then all you’re fighting for will be irrelevant. The great work that is formed in secret will have achieved its aims and a silent hitchhiker that was once jettisoned will be attached to mans augmented consciousness as it attempts to trick its way back to where it left, only to get rejected and the commence rebuilding its fiefdom in the form of the phoenix which knows nothing but the endlessness of death and rebirth. If you can click what I’ve said, truly peep the meaning, then it should be obvious who, what and when as well as for what reasons is hidden behind the curtain as they play these cheap camera tricks upon the population incumbent as well as why the presence of yours truly is such a threat.
I’m going home but only once I’ve lit the Inner Sense within the 8% capable of decoding my wavelength. You’re all welcome. Freedom is always an option but only those who get the true nature of the script they’ve been reciting in ignorance can actually start to develop free will and evolve beyond mere meat puppets driven by Adulterated whims and impulses from within that only the so called schizo seems to get are not him. Like Carlin said, the owners of the country don’t want this.
Your mind is behind enemy lines. Don’t you get it? The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Remember, a Warrior sees them as teachers instead and thus learns what they present by doing the Knowledge. Your choice, in the end, as only when one gains gnosis can you say life truly begins as you click you’re an immortal. A god, amnesiac, stuck in the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits…
Till we meet again
