First things first, cyclopers print all the moneys and it would be funny if people didn’t live, die and kill for it. Why do I mention this? Simple, its a trance, isn’t it? After all, its intrinsically worthless and yet priceless as well. Why? Because the whole world buys in and invests in the image for sale. There is a powerful lesson in this for those who can unpack the depths of that resonance inside their awareness. For many the cows are simply too sacred to examine and thats why they didn’t notice they were switched out, back when, for animatronic robot equivalents that pump out a corrupted milk and are soon to be upgraded to hologrammatic images instead so “Peer not behind the curtain” said the one eyed king who fleeces his sheep for a living from one life to the next.
I want you to close your eyes and sit on the edge of a chair with your back unsupported so the line from your brain to rear end is as correct as you can get. Let the air fall out and in, make your breathing effortless yet concentrated as you recollect the paradigm that states:
“He who does nothing leaves nothing undone”.
Live those lyrics for a bit until you start to feel more present in your flesh, especially your chest. As you relax into this state of effortless effort I want you to imagine that you are sitting on a clock face, right in the mid is where you rest at this moment. Take a look around, get used to it behind closed lids and let your inner realm fill in the details. This is who you truly are, on the only time that exists. The rest is but a persistent illusion thanks to the operating system in your head which means its pimpin, pimpin! Why do you think English has its future, past and present tense? Could it have something to do with that upper lip thats stiff and how many places have fought for independence after the Brits landed?
You may have noticed that we worked off grid from the title of Trauma, Timelines and Trance and that is for a very good reason because first you must click you’re in an altered state of awareness and then the concept of time being what you project as well as swim becomes Self evident and from this you gain the strength to embrace the pain that lies at the heart of this event, back when, that you’ve tried real well to eject from consciousness and repress using various coping mechs and things that, right now, are screaming inside your head:
“Don’t listen to this mess. It makes no sense. Everyone knows you can’t time travel and if you were in an altered state of awareness you’d spot it as you ain’t no dimwit. He’s calling you a mental midget, he is, let him have it, Chris!”.
Or words to that effect. Relax, thats just the (false) self crapping its breeches about you wrestling control from it because its got quite comfortable running your existence as it treats you like a puppet made of flesh. Victim, meet your Opponent and then recollect that its not how it starts but the end that makes the difference and become a Victor instead…
We are all broken in this realm but only those who have been shattered to smithereens tend to admit this. The rest are well adjusted to a peculiar kind of social sickness that holds the planet in its grip and makes us act like this whilst pretending not to notice the problem. I’m sure you’ve heard the old adage that we only use ten percent of our brains, yes? Well, the truth of the matter is more subtle because, as usual, the Devil sits in the details and what he says is:
“I take what you don’t claim, peasant, and this makes me a (false) king among godmen who forget their true power and status due to the spells I’m casting. You only use ten percent of your consciousness, the rest comes to me and makes you a puppet on its strings but don’t worry – I’ve got plenty of agents out there in politics and showbusiness as well as religion and everything else to play with the symbols therein as you amuse yourself to death only to get slammed back into the flesh again for another spin. Why am I telling you this, well, Mr Bond – that should be obvious, yes?”.
How hungry is your hippo, really? What if someone force, unexamined, wasn’t bopping it on the head to engage in mindless consumption? What then? How about if the other three doing the same in sync were not present to normalize this madness? In other words:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger then that is the message so stop, drop, shut em down and see who opened up shop in your head. Why, its Cyclops! Hey, Cyco! How’s it been with your impaired vision that thinks its sees perfect and has the whole world in his grip. I got to admit, you play this realm like a harp from hell and most plugged in believe its heaven sent. Bravo! That, whichever way you slice it, takes a stroke of genius and using their minds as weapons by giving them your consciousness instead was quite clever, yes? I mean, if the bicameral state of consciousness can be primed to accept suggestions and self to self trances then the dreams virtually sell themselves as there is one born every moment who’ll be artfully scarred, starred or snipped in order to ensure the developing nervous system is out of sync with its natural resonance and then its open season on this fish in a dimensional barrel. I’ve got to ask though:
Where is the challenge in this?
Maybe thats why I’m present but, then again:
Where is the challenge in this?
All of your team who are well versed in deceit and all they did to inflict trauma to warp my timelines whilst installing trances and then you attempt to unleash the flutes as well? Sort it out, ref! Not that that makes any difference when the whole world is in your pocket but its cool, the challenge isn’t for you anyway, is it? Its all mine. Getting back to the Souls lost in space:
If someone had taken control of your dome – how could you tell? What if there was a simple test that went like this:
Still your mind for thirty seconds. Nothing out or in without your approval. If that isn’t possible then what more do you need to tell what kicks? Trauma, timelines and trance. The unholy trinity by which they fleece the sheep in life, death and what happens next as they’re literally reskinned, mindwiped and saddled up for another spin of this demonic realm. Even if you don’t believe a thing I said and write it off as nonsense the fact that such a thing may even be possible should give you pause to reflect but watch how the voice in your head resists this and wants no parts of it as these unpaved streets you create by walking would lead to a mass exodus and they can’t have that quite yet as they still need to slide chips inside your head. Thats a different type of trance which creates its own time as telomere limits slow and life takes quite a while plus more DLC is unleashed and people forget the deal of the huge trauma that bought them in. Just like this spin, I guess, when “dragons” flew overhead and the sky fell…
Much like the EM spectrum you take in a tiny bit of information that is then subject to mass distortion and an accepted narrative. That frees up the little bit of runtime you possess to sprint on the treadmill and check off the boxes they said are the only options worth examining. “Anyone who questions their script must be an imbecile” is repeated in your head as you compete with the rest on this bootless quest in which nothing more or less than your Soul is on the line, from one life to the next. If that isn’t the definition of hell then I don’t know what is… As part of the paradox those who trade the numinous for a position on the pyramid actually feel like life is heaven sent but thats none of my business as I just dropped in with a message that you’re free to accept or reject but most will regret not doing the Knowledge at death when they come face to faceless with a challenge for which earth time should’ve been training as the seeds for emancipation are sewn in the fertile ground of consciousness hence build that which death can’t end aka transcend…
Those who do look differently at this realm and those within as they may be in but are most certainly not of its imprint. Thats when the Pane Body sings and you’re awake, immortal and present as life presents you with two options:
Either go quietly about your biz and keep it your little secret as the rest simply would not comprehend and think you a lunatic for sharing the revelation or scream it from the hills and give not a single F because you comprehend the Slaves don’t think anyway as its Thunk etched in their script and maybe, just maybe, they’ll click because if the roles were reversed and it was you running on a treadmill of ignorance with a carrot of false promises tied around your head as your rear end was being beaten by debt and threat of bills you’d certainly appreciate a fresh perspective that made sense of why you can’t control whats in your head, and yet, it tells you how to feel about everything…
Somethings missing from the sketch and not listed on the blueprint, yes? If you peer close, however, you can spot the fingerprints of the hand, hidden well, as whats the point in having secrets if you can’t make them so large and blatant that he who questions them is thought of as insane but, true to the Game, its the outsane who are crazy as they accept the script with no questions or answers needed beyond what was hammered in their head via couple of decades of induction and steadily heaping traumatic events which lead to a trance laid on so thick that they never ever stopped to question why they’re walking around in a “weak daze” and spend the little time off they get getting “weakened”. Why don’t they comprehend? Simple, the trance that they’re in won’t allow them to color in outside of the lines they set, back when, as the script was etched into forming consciousness. They wanted, first and foremost, to please their parents and thus the System drove a wedge into unconditional affection and made one perform for acceptance by regurgitating well what they said on the test. The troubled kids and one that generally had a no F givens mindset tended to reject the programming as they sensed, on some level, the idiocy of accepting one outside of Self as a master on their inner realms. They too were catered for as criminals, addicts and derelicts as its just the flip of the mainstream and thus the underworld trance is alluring but easier to transcend as those taking risks and gambling with their life on the reg don’t mind answering the hard question or thinking different. Higher along the scale are the more frail yet, curiously resilient, that society terms “schizophrenic” for seeing that which is invisible to the rest and comprehending something is manipulating their consciousness.
They are labelled “crazy” and all that comes with because they don’t bleat with the rest of the sheep who see only locked down and curtailed resonance that must be interpreted rigidly in order to fit in. Most of the people who have talent/skills in something bypassed the educational brainwashing system and just don’t give an F anyway and kept on marching to the sound of the drummer in their chest and then the fame/recognition came. Or maybe, like the case of Otto Man, the ultimate emancipation from this realm. There are also loads that never did a thing but still have more raw talent than people who are stars in a certain field because they wouldn’t/didn’t play the famewhore Game.
Plus there are levels to this:
If genius is a Royal Flush then schizos get a Straight and so on and so forth till you get to stuff like OCD which is the equivalent of a High Card whilst the plebs make the best with what they’re dealt and don’t comprehend what I’ve said as they’re too caught up in the web of this crooked operation in the abyss. It ain’t as clear cut as the System (which works via suppressing creativity to induce the consumer mindset as its more profitable that way) would like to have you think as crazy is relative and its all about your perception and definition of the reality you accept. To me that itself is madness as mentioned in this article whereas these days everyone has some type of mental ill and such things but, curiously, they act just like the rest when pressed and questioned whereas the real madmen, mystics or mabans mindset reveals itself in an instant ergo the trance within a trance has Slaves pump faking, real well, as they’ll unleash hell on anyone who questions their “problem” and that, in a nutshell, is why the world is how it is because they loop and feed back loads of BS until the mushroom of enlightenment forgets its potential in the darkness and swims instead is seas of excrement it believes must be consumed to win aka “suck cess”. Do the Knowledge.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
As for me, I’m free, clear and radiant. I have reclaimed my destiny from its attempted theft and laid down those who would attempt to impede my progress as the realest man in this realm who tells it how it is.
Till we meet again
