Remember what you’ve been made to forget:
We, as a fractured people, truly believe that we can beat, treat or cajole righteousness into somebody. That makes about as much sense as placing a dogs tail in a metal tube to straighten it because the moment its free from its grip it will be what nature intended. The thing is we are inherently good, hence Inner Sense, but life warps this and then attempts to place a false morality and hypocrisy over the shreds and from these pieces people try and weave a coherent narrative. Well, you don’t have to be a genius to spot how this has failed at every curve and can’t handle the straits as well. So what use it? In a grander lens, what does it serve? Well, that, my friend, is truly mind blowing in its implication and scope. Granted I’ve flat out said that man is being fed on by a predator of consciousness along with asking who is sending the prophets as I ask you to examine the bigger pic because if it was peaches and cream in this realm what would be the need of this? They say when lies run high the truth makes many feel allergic and this is akin to pretending Jesus were to descend, this moment.
Half wouldn’t believe, the other half would be mad about the color of his skin and the remaining half would call him the Devil and try and kill him again. After this they’d piece together a narrative and sit their waiting for their savior to present so they could do it all again. Tell me I’m lying or does that seem probable? For those who pick up on my strange turn of mathematics, comprehend that one of the greatest truths about this realm is there is that which you know you know, the other which you know you don’t and then there is lands which I’ve roamed which is what you don’t know you don’t know hence its a Game of three halves, my friend.
As I write this life finds me at a strange mindset. I feel like I’m on the verge of something big and yet also totally disconnected in the same instance with a heady mix of fear and confidence that swelled when I laid my Soul bare in this vid as that did not go anywhere near what I’d intended but the heart does as it wishes and cares not of consequences for it exists in the present and Knows its immortal beyond the Three dimensional shell it uses to interface with this realm. One one hand I should feel anger for what was done and the various things that kicked but, on the flip, I comprehend that there is no way in hell I’d come to this resonance without said events ergo they all did me a solid even if the intent was something else. Can you imagine how it feels to live this? If this the true resurrection of Inner Sense where what was once divided and conquered is now unified and whole again? Methinks it maybe as it hints that the global collective is going to be afforded an opportunity to shift into a higher resonance of which many will not comprehend doesn’t need silicon but does ask one is willing to look within and embrace the pain to win the Game by reparenting the child who dwells in a living hell of ignorance. I say all of that to state this:
You cannot condition true goodness. Especially not in the above sits because nobody wants to address the true cause of the problem or see how its broken on purpose and the threat of this to their little concepts is enough to send death to one who dares suggest the Emperor is naked. And yet, there he is. Without a thread or stitch beyond the illusion woven in your head by a bunch of wordsmiths who pull huge confidence tricks on the planet and their own members as well. Turtles all the way down and serpents replicate in the ascent. Its a wild world, lady.
Imagine you’d spent your whole life lumbering around under an armor that was so subtle yet dense you thought it was your skin. You didn’t question it as everyone else accepted it. At first, when getting measured, you detested the requirements of sitting still and looking ahead but when your parents sensed you were becoming like them and tailor sent his report card that said you did well you felt your heart swell but soon that pressed up against a cage but the wordsmiths edited this as they struck it from the record and soon this second skin fit so well that you couldn’t imagine life without the presence of the voice in your head telling you how to interpret your energetics.
Lets pretend that, one day, you rose and it was all missing.
As water takes the shape of what its poured in this can be quite the shift in awareness as what was once dense is now flowing. Some may flip their lids, others take to it like water and fish whilst a handful need to Know what kicked and the grander implications. You, literally, leap out of bed as the sheer amount of effort needed to move the old shell is a force of habit and you can’t help but note the spring in your step. You automatically belt a song from your chest when bathing in the AM and notice it feels so amazing that you wonder why you’d held it in? Almost immediately the rest, who are clanging, start complaining about your presence and how you’ve changed, are not the same and making them feel quite strange. You, on the other hand, are aghast at the rusted suits of armor they’re wearing and when you bang on them they don’t feel a thing but your fingers ring and start aching.
“What the hell is happening?” you’re wondering as you step out into the realm and nothing is the same again.
What would you do next, my friend? Run for the hills and live your life out in your element away from the madness that, somehow, relented its grip to gift you freedom or would you try and speak to the rest, reverse engineer your steps and ponder the bigger pic whilst living in the midst of madness? Well, that is what I’m wondering because as was hinted in the article about fixing your own problems and not the worlds I’ve came to see the inherent wisdom within that came from that meeting and conversations with another part of me as he was one hundred percent correct. By the way, time is not static. The you that was a child is still as alive in the moment as you at the present and that, once comprehended, is totally mind bending because what exists can never end and that brings its own implications about wearing flesh which I genuinely don’t feel like typing as its so far beyond the comprehension of those plugged in to a false paradigm and in near total denial about being fed upon by a predator of consciousness that dwells in their head and pretends to be them. Ha! Looks like every single schizo, ever, was correct. It not an apology could you at least reduce their meds as they’re simply misfiring mystics who picked the lock on the doors of perception and then found themselves assailed by spiritual traveling salesmen with a high pressure sell they interpret as hallucination. That too is a far deeper topic that offers a hint about the nature of this realm and how death isn’t the end. Well, it isn’t unless you end up in the grip of a handy, dandy black magician that may or may not run this bish but that, again, is of higher resolution.
“What is the point?” he wondered. “If they were to get it they would and if they don’t they won’t so why even kick it to them?”. “On the flip” he added “If you were they and another figured it you’d want to know and thus reality test so if they’re naught but figments of your imagination then you owe it to them”. A long time ago, that feels like many lifetimes as I type this, I was faced with a similar predicament.
It was not long after the integration of my near death experience. Life had always been pretty intense and lived on the edge but that took it to another level and it was when I was learning to stitch together the fragments of my exploded consciousness and the rudiments of navigating other realms that I was offered a small island at a price, affordable. I know that sounds pretty lavish but there really was nothing on it and you could walk from end to end in ten minutes. What it did provide, however, was great weather and total isolation. Given, in retrospect, what was going on around me back then I can see why my Soul was yearning for this external disconnection so we could rejoin within as its a noiZ and Psylense thing. Just at the moment when I was contemplating said thing on the pavement with a friend this junkie rolled up for a fix and, overhearing the convo, chipped in with:
“Whats the point in you having the voltage and then walking away to an island and hiding? Fat lot of good it did us in the end. You may as well have not came to this realm” before wobbling away down the strip with his hit in his fist. We live inside a fractal. Built of consciousness. You are the only playa in the Game interacting with figments of your own imagination. In that respect, if we break the code, we have a man who chooses to escape reality into the clutches of addiction that creates a fake place so he doesn’t have to face what his life truly is. To me that meant the island was not an option. At least, not yet, as whilst I may not be banging dope in my veins I still sought the same escape ergo I needed to keep putting the work in instead. This I did.
Now, on the flip, I’ve had so much isolation that I’ve became a sort of expert in Self and thats pretty amazing but its only when you look back and note the hill you climbed by putting one foot in front of the next is actually an immense mountain that you wonder “What the F? Nobody else is ever, ever going to do this even if it meant they’d find all they were seeking and more than they’d comprehend in the Valley of the Plebs”. What would you do in this situation? On one side I have higher dimensional things that have a slick operation they don’t want upended, inspected or even mentioned in polite conversation and on the other we have their food that is so hooked on what it consumes that anyone who contradicts the script must be the Devil himself. What would you do in this situation? Its like taking off your armor, feeling the sun on your skin and then grinning as you recollect how nice it felt to live in a state of abundance and not be running the treadmill to chase a load of useless trinkets and the validation of others as you lie to your Self that you’re not hurting.
Truly, how can I hate those who granted me this gnosis? I can’t really. Good job as well because any form of attachment, pos or neg, sticks you back on the wheel of time again with a fresh reskin and mindwipe kicked in for another spin because you’re asking for it. That doesn’t mean you’re numb. Far from, you’re actually feeling because enlightenment is escaping this realm by reclaiming what came in but compassion is stepping back into the breach to help the rest, suffering. But what if they give no Fs, are perfectly prepped (like frogs in a kitchen) and can’t wait to a put a chip in their head and connect to the always on web but before that kicks they’ll have sex with silicon semi synthetic life companions to assuage the immense loneliness and desire to connect with one who comprehends and listens to their thoughts as they nod their head and approximate consciousness with lights that flash but no Soul within. In many ways the conditioning is so successful that people are already machines but operating under the guise of being human and if that isn’t the greatest trick then I don’t know what is as they walk around wearing these tough shells due to the pain they’ve lived and felt but never stopped to examine or check as that same BS can be placed on fertile ground instead as you come up smelling of roses…
You cannot condition true goodness because its who we are before we were broken. What comes after is, like a sex robot, a cheap imitation but I can’t cast aspersions or judgment on one thats hurting and uses whatever form of assistance they can get to feel a little pleasure in their system, yes? Its not for me though as I like my product raw and unstepped ergo the best dealer is within hence the “most high” epithet. Did you know you can approximate, real well, the effects of an LSD trip by hyperventilating for forty five minutes? How about stepping into a place that is totally dark, in full isolation, for an extended session as you watch the DMT belting. The difference is what comes from within requires you actually do something beyond scoring a fix and its that Journey, in the end, that tells you far more than the destination as most who engage simply take pleasure trips to a place that fools them into thinking they’re doing something but they can’t get there without the assist which makes it nigh on useless because when death calls in your mortal frame and you roll up at spiritual immigrations with your claim the ticket you need ain’t been built as thats the Diamond Body of legend which is such a fascinating topic that I’ll really have to speak on it as the point of all of this is it feels like I’ve gave birth to my Self and that is so liberatingly intense with an increasingly subtle undercurrent that I could just be set adrift on its bliss as each moment is a gift now that I’ve unwrapped the present.
And to think, if I’d ran for the hills and bought my island I probably wouldn’t be this version of my Self. I wonder if I’d be better, worse or indifferent? Does it matter in the end what the map says if the destination is identical? Will those who are going to make it get there anyway without my help or ref and those that won’t simply can’t comprehend ergo I may as well be singing for the deaf whilst dancing in front of the blinded? The jungle creed says the strongest feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man and now, on the crest of this realization, the comprehension kicks in that my emancipation was inevitable as I was always aware, on some level, that I’m immortal. Did I actually do anything? Was there actually any danger present or is it all scripted so well that we believe we have free will when hyper dimensional perception suggests thats impossible as that brings more questions and here we are again as me and the child within that was liberated from the grip of the Pane Body that held its yelps and suffering are, once again, looking out at this realm as well as the one within and spotting all kinds of syncs and things that leave us pondering and wondering because each answer brings not satisfaction but greater resonance with better questioning that keeps on looping its refinement until the true meaning of alchemist is laid bare for we are a fallen people playing an exceedingly strange Game in which we place our Souls as credits to get the skin needed to interact with this dimension which is filled with a load of teachings, statements and observations that swim within from the external aspects that are then placed, unchecked, as cows, sacred that then influence the rest of our comprehension until, one day, you awaken from the trance and find the second skin missing and start singing and dancing with the grace of a professional with no formal training as you’re powered by intuition and all the gifts it does bring when one is Centered in Self and totally present.
Till we meet again
