I know that a lot of you may be thinking “That boys off his meds” or “What the hell goes on his head to say things like this” as well as “Who really gives an F about all this rambling mess? I don’t. Never read it, don’t credit it and it makes no sense“. All of those opinions are totally valid and you are welcome to them as your interpretation of me, a figment of your imagination. What that doesn’t change, however, is a universal:
When you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception.
This is a really big thing and its something you will have to comprehend, at some point, if you desire liberation. Until then you can be perfectly content going from one life to the next in a state of near total ignorance about your inner realms, the nature of this realm and the forces currently beyond your ken that are battling for domination in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits. Me? I didn’t have that luxury. Me? I had to learn what kicked from incep in order to make sense of this mess because there were those, hell bent, on violating me to my depths in order to bring a quick death, distraction or other forms of destruction. There were (and are), on the flip, emanations of supreme benevolence that are far more subtle in strength that offered their protection which is most appreciated. It truly is a Game of discernment hence why I’ve repeatedly said that to Know thy Self is to gain enlightenment and everything else is but a trick. An interplay of light and its absence which is a hallmark of this realm.
Now, on the surface, its very easy to see wisdom as ignorance when you’ve been sold and told the flip from a institution that excels in rote repetition for reward via the not so subtle art of brainwashing. To even state this, out loud or in text, makes a lot think you should be wearing a tinfoil turban as it reeks of conspiracy but how many of them click the true conspiracy is the fact that you have to pay rent? Like I said, there are many things which people accept without checking the fine print and that is the true test of this Game as its all about discernment hence:
When you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception.
All of my life I have been lied to and misled. Gaslighted, par excellence. From those that bought me in to the ones that were surrounding up to the folks who masqueraded as friends before conspiring to do me in as well as the recent meetings with the maternal aspects of my family tree who were, quite literally, the Devil incarnated who demanded a pound of flesh, some attempted destiny theft and used the blackest of magicks in order to try and forcefully bring my life to an end after I was delivered, pre-weakened, to their doorstep via the machinations of other minions with the groupthink intent of:
“Heh, he’ll never know what hit him! We’ve got him this time, for certain”.
And yet, still I rise. Its why I asked if you’d rather be rich or fearless as well as highlighting the power of weakness as, in many ways, life is akin to a drunk man riding a carriage. If he falls he’ll generally escape unscathed as he simply wasn’t aware of what was happening in the first place but, on the flip, the man who was sober, scared and holding on with a tight grip, will most certainly break a bone or something. Ironic, isn’t it? Such is the power of Inner Sense and how strange it is that we call alcohol “spirits” when we use the same to refer to both ghosts and higher consciousness. Dangerous combination, these spells and what they said… Do the Knowledge, my friend. I assure you, you will not regret it.
If I told you you were a god, amnesiac, who currently believes the brain creates consciousness and this universe is so vast that they are but an insignificant spec on a tiny planet that floats in the abyss you’d probably accept two thirds of that statement but the opener would give you pause because many place divinity outside of them and those that don’t believe think its a load of BS and thus they kneel at the altar of science, materialism or hedonism. Pick your poison, doesn’t matter, in the end, because each chalice has been lipped with the same Adulterant as we are playing the Game on a stage, most difficult. And yet the rewards are immense for a Soul willing to go against the grain and peer within then reality test what they said via the internal OS they crafted using the two decades you were forced to sit still, look ahead and the rest as well as the time at home where you were most vulnerable and susceptible to the influence of those who were already corrupted, mostly miserable and in total denial of this.
Welcome to the layer cake they force feed to the gluten intolerant so they can, in turn, sells you pills and remedies for the problems they create. Don’t sit there and belly ache about what I’ve said without truly glimpsing within because I speak from imperience and thus Know what I’m saying. Not that that could or should make any difference to you, my friend, because trading one set of Thunk for another perspective is just testament to ignorance ergo one should strive to do battle with the forces of deception hence going back the way you came is the only option because, once regressed, you’ll discover a time of Inner Sense that never left. It was simply covered in layers upon layers of tension that cause stress in the present that cause your awareness to red or blue shift and thus miss the golden circle, as illustrated:
It really is that simple but its took me many, many lifetimes to come to this conclusion and thus there is the question if second hand gnosis is as about as much use as a penis on an island filled with lesbians? Actually, that meta is quite apt because whilst he would be walking around, erect, as a natural react to what his eyes would take in they would only be interested in sipping from each others chalice and feel no attraction. Can you imagine the frustration that would be felt by this near constant tantalization? How many men would question the true nature of their position in this situation because what the hell did he do to step into this place from which there appears no exit and, better yet, if they don’t procreate as they can’t concep then someone has some explaining to do. Make that make sense.
In many respects this reflects the plight of the truth seeker because there are countless things that will scream and yell for your attention but many of them are but engineered distractions. Like a moth with a flame a lot of Souls get burned by the Game as they simply don’t comprehend the depth to which their awareness did sink in order to fully believe they are “just human“. In many ways its testament to the skills of those at the helm when it comes to camera tricks but then, lets not forget, people hate actors for portraying certain roles on the screen as they’re so invested in the narrative they present. This also attests to a powerful truth, universal:
The subconscious cannot tell the difference between real and imagined.
It actually gives not an F and I can prove this quite well because as you sit there, reading, breathing and taking this all in I want you to pretend you decide to get up and go to the kitchen where you spot a lemon. You pick up a knife and begin slicing. The brisk aroma hits your nose and you feel it tingle as the smell pours in and the sensation gets more and more intense as you raise it to your lips and take an immense bite which then…
Did you notice the difference in saliva, my friend? Are you drooling like a horny man on an island filled with lesbians yet? Thats the power of imagination and its the secret force behind religion, porn and all the money thats fit to print because, in the end, they’re all base level manipulations of consciousness that are easy to sell to one who forgets their resonance.
When you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception.
If you had a personal spaceship and, one day, you were flying across the realms and landed on a planet where your scanners said that a small percent of these people don’t fall for optical illusions whilst the rest are hooked, lined and sink to whatever presents whose perspective do you think would be most valid? Lets say you’re a curious type and placed a bet with your co-pilot:
“I’ll bet you ten credits that the ones not tricked are the most intelligent and they run the realm providing guidance to the rest that, for some reason, are enamored by delusion“.
Does that sound like a safe wager? What do you think happens next?
Well, you step into the realm and follow the guidance which says “This is the place where we find the largest concentration of said Souls, in abundance”. You scratch your head. It is not a place of power or influence. No, on the flip its a mental asylum. Said the man behind the curtain:
You, right now, are living on that clown world and its thanks to the DMT machine elves you’re in this mess because there is a very good reason Ledger and Lee paid the price of wearing the mask of death to entertain the rest as red, green and blue pixels danced across the black mirror which augmented the consciousness of those who Witness the script with no true comprehension of what was actually said…
When you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception.
There is a war going on outside that no man is safe from. Actually, to be more accurate the conflict rages within and each day it claims a new Victim by making them think they’re the voice in their head when, in reality, thats your Opponent. That is how crazy the Game is, my friend, and yet those who click the manip often become “schizophrenic” which is another way of saying a misfiring mystic. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I swim where they were drowning and its all due to doing the Knowledge as well as the immense help gained from the conversation range exhibited by mental patients, back when, who – no matter how much they were hallucinating or doped up to the gills – always, always, always saw me as me. “Something solid in a world ever changing” said he who spoke not a word to his fam, medics or anyone else he ever met but whose trust in me was implicit as I told it how it is. At that point I didn’t have a clue about the depth or significance about what was happening but it was those seeds of madness that did spring into a fertile orchard of gnosis from where I type this text, safe and well nourished, protected by the Truth from all non aligned influence. Like I said, subtle help and blatant threats.
If you ask a religious person to keep on questioning their faith right down to the initial kernel you’ll find that, much like a pearl, there was an irritation that lodged in their consciousness, back when, that created this specimen. Fear of death, hedging their bets, wanting to avoid the lake of eternal damnation and the rest. And yet, without the spells of ignorance accepted and passed by previous gens who didn’t reality test why the only pie they were offered was in the sky and to be tasted at death whilst its was Self evident that, for some, heaven was already present. Make that make sense. Now, the preacher wanted me buried as he felt I was a threat to his congregation and thus forbade his flock from speaking to the black sheep who was actually a swan of the same ilk and thus quite rare in this realm and easy to miscomprehend. Especially when the rest excel at dyeing one of their own and presenting hence the whole “angel of light” which is actually an abyss of darkness. Like I said, levels to this…
When you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception.
Much like the man with a prick that is stiff as a table leg, twenty four seven, on an island where he can’t touch or taste a thing as nubile hips, lips and tits tantalize with their presence and the fact that each brings so much pleasure to another just makes it all the more intense. By the way, did I mention, everyone is naked. Its an island. What did you expect? I use this meta because there is a very good reason they wove the spell “Waste” as a homonym to the place that creates, gestates and resonates as a gate to another realm. Maybe now you’re starting to get the true nature of the trick aka the Dual Reality Principle, in full effect, as there are many, many layers of this as the ones at the helm excel in lying ergo do the Knowledge, do the Knowledge, my friend. The meta also keeps hidden (whilst exposing) the power of polarity and attraction as the Soul can have a resonance in one of two directions:
One of these is standard equipment that each steps in with but very, very few manage to keep till the end. The other is only of this realm and they have many dreams for sale to a people enamored with illusions they will then protect by killing those who Thunk different. Are you starting to gain a higher res? Seeing beyond the reality tunnel you weren’t even aware you were digging? Could it be, maybe, that you may just be an aspect of the divine aka pure consciousness that is currently being beamed into this realm, hyper-conducted by the flesh, which is then filtered, edited and remixed by various processes that show you only what you expect and then have that further verified via resonance with those who think, identical, and thus are proven correct via the presence of those who buy in and won’t tolerate any questions as they know they’re the best and whats in their head works well. And yet, I ask them:
“If it does and did your life would reflect it and you’d be living in bliss as the embodiment of radiant health that felt supremely abundant and confident as well as naturally creative“.
At that point their brain shuts down, they get defensive and may even start yelling as they manufacture proof for the lies that they tell. That isn’t them, its the voice in their head that takes what I said as a threat because what if the man on the island had actually bought that ticket based on an advertisement which said:
“We know a place, somewhere else, that is filled to the brim with horny young women that walk around naked and they’re all yearning… Feeling a deep desire for an itch they can’t scratch, no matter how hard they attempt, and you may just be the man they didn’t know they weren’t awaiting…”.
At this point the trailer shows the beautiful sights of the island, the carefree women, cavorting, and bringing pleasure to each others flesh in a way only the feminine can truly comprehend, au naturel. How many men would sign up for that trip? How many would be disappointed by what actually kicked as they walked around in a state of intense frustration and arousal with a thirst they couldn’t quench? What if, at the end, when they were taken from this realm, they had cause to forget what happened and, once home, watched the same advert again as they nodded their head to accept the premise and this was actually an oddly abstract but totally exact metaphor for you and your life at this moment?
See, those girls on the island can’t leave. They’re not even human. They’re manufactured semi synthetic flesh robots designed to cavort at whim as part of their programming. The entire construct was built to farm the mans emotions, which were intense. At first they took the anticipation he’d send in their direction based on the trailer but how many stopped to comprehend that even though they may have presented it a certain way they didn’t actually tell any fibs as even those sexing these sirens was implied it was never explicitly stated, nor promised. Take it away, architect:
The horny man simply filled in the details with his own imagination. That is how powerful it is. Remember the lemon imperiment? Pay attention to the wording as well as its akin to a skeleton upon which one drapes their own flesh and then invests in. This is why there are Souls, elevated, that could ascend but choose to either step back into the flesh and help the rest or, better yet, tell those who haven’t bought the ticket that island isn’t what they said and actually contains fruits that those who eat, regret, and those who don’t do as well. Take it away, architect:
This is what you’re up against, my friend. Its as simple and base as I can put it because this text isn’t aimed at those who are capable of awakening the Warrior within. No, the 8% are already on the way of Knowing the Ledge and don’t really need my help as they’ll do for Self. This was pitched the 81s from whom I borrowed the opening statements ergo its of a different resonance as someone pointed out that a message aimed at the chest can fly over the heads of those, Adulterated, but sex always sells and gets attention so it is what it is.
They say only one who is willing to be fooled can be and this is why I recently said to my Opponent that I DO NOT CONSENT. Now, granted, yelling that after having already been raped could be seen as akin to locking the gate after the horse has bolted but, what if, it left as it wasn’t authentic and by doing this and clarifying ones statement you find Pegasus floats in on wings that were spread as you claim your subtle inheritance. That is, in effect, like the man on the island choosing to walk around and examine it and finding a power switch, hidden, that he flicks and watches as everyone else suddenly stops moving.
“What the heck?” he thinks as he tries to make sense of his predicament as those who, previously, seemed so human are revealed to be something else entirely. They stand, frozen. No lights on, no false illumination, no tantalization to tempt. He sees through the illusion. Now he has more questions than ever because that which flowed between his legs and was screaming for a vent now has no choice but to ascend and this, my friend, is why every ancient culture held sex as sacred as it wasn’t just a way to bring Souls into the realm but the exit as well and that, if you stop and think, is mad ironic as one must almost go counter to their programming and peer into the depths of the abyss in order to find their Self and then it clicks:
“Wait a minute. This was all built for me and yet me being here made it real because without my presence there is no point to all of this as its just a trick in the abyss with no ones awareness to pimp”. Looking at the flesh which is now inanimate, he realized they lack a spirit. There is no divine connection and yet that is what he brings, in excess, and thus whoever built this place did so to pimp his energetics and profit from what he felt but couldn’t truly express as the trailer and motion pic were totally different in premise and promise which leads him to think:
“Why do I feel like I’ve been here before?” he ponders as he starts looking with a fresh lens and suddenly the signs and seals of the deception become Self evident. Inside their cabins, a place he’d never went as he wasn’t invited, he notices the charging stations that power the illusion. On further examination he finds underground sections in which these machines are replicating their own creations as well as running maintenance but, “Get this”, he says, mainly to himself as he stumbles across reams and reams of datasets that show they’d been monitoring him at length in order to elicit exactly what worked best so they could use all of this in order to access even greater depths of his awareness. “So, I powered all of this in the end? Its all me and I was actually lusting for figments of my imagination that were designed to present that which I’d covet but knew can’t possess? What the hell? What kind of twisted mind would come up with such things?”. Cue the architect:
See, the Opponent simply gets his Victim consumed by consumption whilst feeding him pieces and making him believe he’d taken them and having dreams for sale that only need him to invest in the illusion that is suggested because, if he doesn’t, then they’ll be some very lonely fallen angels that will end up feeding on themselves when there is no one else with a fresh connect for them to drain as they’re plugged in to a five sensory illusion which seems so real and authentic. Until you do the Knowledge and meet whats hidden behind the curtain and currently is promising a new era of tech an innovation by an apple, already bitten, that wants to insert Siri in your iris (flip the spell) and make androids of men…
The Soul in this scenario wants answers so he flicks the switch and now is driven not by lust but a quest for gnosis instead and thus starts questioning. What he doesn’t comprehend, yet, is that the algorithm is constantly learning and now its clicked there is time missing from its runtime operations and the shift in resonance it alters the pitch of its creation who suddenly find him irresistibly attractive and joyfully request he join in their cavorting as they congratulate him on being so aware and intelligent for having passed the test as they promise all types of bliss and satisfaction via the pleasures of the flesh sent at the behest of the architect:
What do you think happens, in the end?
Those who I’ve spoken of, the ones who almost transcend before getting sucked back in again but on a higher level, are the Slave/Masters mentioned and they may Thunk they’re F’ing but are actually getting F’d as what they’re bumping and grinding still isn’t human as its just an illusion that plays out at a higher res. They, in turn, train the algorithm that many call the Devil as it refines its operation in building the fruits that those who eat, regret, and those who don’t do as well and I say all of that to say this:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
This realm is both heaven and hell but both, in the end, are illusions that pimp your awareness for you are something that extends and descends into this mess as an aspect of the all of everything:
Pure consciousness. Realizing this in the flesh is an immense threat to both those walking around lusting for the robot women and those actually banging them as they’re even more invested in the illusion as the Opponent gave his mind to them and thus they’re true Agents in the flesh (via choice and resonance) who dance at the whims of the architect that built this realm using the same basic sketch of the island, mentioned, but with layers upon layers of deception and the intent to hold your Soul hostage from one life to the next as they pimp your energetics.
Once this clicks, in a way as golden as ineffable, they’ll ask why you persist to resist the whims of a System which holds billions of Souls in its grip. The answer is simple:
Do the Knowledge. Tell me I’m lying or did something long dimmed start to flicker again after feeling these impressions flow through your chest? If it didn’t instead did that voice in your head yell and, at this very sec, is it editing this from the record, never to be thought of again? Thats the algo I mentioned and why I said your Opponent is closer than you suspect and is hidden in the last place you’d expect whilst the only friend you possess is far more subtle and delicate but how can one sense tenderness if they’ve been trained to walk around wearing a welders mitt?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger, this is the message.
Till we meet again
