If you’re an Eighties jit you’ll recollect the Kerplunk Game that started this article. It is actually quite an accurate reflection of most folks inner realms. Yeah, they really are a mess. Its also why the old adage of not losing ones marbles is so accurate. See, the thin sticks are coping mechs and the tension they beget is the Pane Body that holds it all in check. Those little glass balls are isolated molecules of emotions, repressed and you, in reality, are none of the above and entirely something else that makes all possible. The Witness. Wrap your dome around that sketch and tell me if it makes sense as we talk about the dangers of deprogramming as well as some true to life examples.
Everybody knows somebody who went off the rails at some point, usually around the mid. They may have just walked out on family and kids as they bought a shiny whip and tried to relive what they initially missed or it could be even more dramatic as well. Most do not pick this option. They want to but are wound too tight and thus live lives of quiet desperation instead. Such are the dangers of being well adjusted to immense social sickness and never, ever thinking of questioning the narrative that made you like this. There is an upside though.
Most people are functionally broken. Meaning there are aspects that are skew-whiff but they have great coping mechs and family dynamics that hide the stench. A great example is if you’ve ever went to live with another fam at length. After a while, once everyone is comfortable with your presence you may note certain blips or ways of doing things different that make for entertaining conversation once you return to your own premises. The sad thing is your own are as invisible as water to a fish and this is where it gets interesting as people are so intermeshed with the story in their head that they literally Thunk it is them. How outsane can you get? Talk about the world being a stage. Well, my friend, this is your performance and most are all in a way so intense it will generate an encore presence whether or not they wanted it. Such is the power of attachment.
Now, I’m not saying one must totally disconnect from all and everything but that does happen and its when one has peered through this lens they comprehend that that which animates them is present in all the rest but hidden, at great depth, beneath immense layers of conditioning. I’ve used the metaphor before of a hand where the palm is divine and the fingers, emanations. Most are stuck on the nail they believe is an isolated island when, in the end, its dead matter extending at a base resonance. Those who have made the trip back to where they did spring cannot help but grin as they are, quite literally, one with everything. Don’t get me wrong, this funk has been faked by plenty to bilk millions of dividends as its a grand hustle for they’ll speak the lyrics but won’t share the methods. The reason, I suspect, is a lot of them don’t comprehend themselves and are simply acting. Its a stage, remember? Those who did were either killed, quick, or only spread fragments because such were the times in which conversations couldn’t be beamed around the world in an instant and played back on demand. We live in an interesting era, that is for certain but lets get back to the splinters of the mind that keep your marbles in check:
The tube, itself, can be said to rep your flesh which, below the neck, is actually your subconscious. In here is where the feeling happens and you keep an immense Rolodex of past events which act as a filter from which your brain, left hemisphere rules the Game, picks up about 8 bits and then strings them into a narrative. This is akin to a top being put on the tube and you think you’re the flat circle and thus miss what truly kicks. Now, the so called schizophrenics awareness shoots between the marble, the lid, the sticks and Witness as well all the other realms and dimensions. The mystic Warrior, on the flip, swims where he drowns instead but it highlights well the dangers of deprogramming because everyone I ever met that cracked their melon always had two things in common:
One, they smoked a lot of cigarettes and two they had a difficult upbringing, usually in relationship to the woman that bought them in. It doesn’t take a genius to draw the base level link of time on the tit and what they place between their lips but the resonance is far more subtle and delicate as the nicotine hit activates parts of the brain usually used in dreaming which offers and immense hit into this mass hallucination which intends to drive your mind down to the lowest vibration and keep it tamped in with a intense tension to which you pay no attention and, in the process, become Adulterated. As a child there are no sticks and no marbles either. Even the tube itself is ephemeral. Much like the madman the baby flits between these realms before it locks in and this is why kids say the darnedest things like spontaneous recollections of past lives with different parents or mentioning events that happened before they dropped in. Once again, this is very, very common but few stop to reflect on the true meaning. Now, at some point these kids will be broken and the first splinter pierces in to suspend a marble filled with suppressed emotion. The universal command of “Stop crying” is enough to damage what is so delicate and then the blueprint is etched as they’ll match the resonance which keeps on collecting. I mean, how, exactly, does one stop tears flowing? Trace that back a bit and you’ll realize it all works on the suppression and denial of natural emotions at the hands of caregivers that are numb themselves and thus can’t comprehend how precious a child is. This is also the reason why they often regret losing their temper which is too little, too late as the splinter is now wedged in and the kid learns a state of (false) self regulation which the concentration camp wing of the System does fully pimp by telling them to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or their parents will withdraw their affection and or hand out punishment. It truly is sick and yet so few see it.
Some people have deprogrammed at random. Often at times of immense stress like an unexpected death, strange turn of events or immense betrayal which shakes their tube, splinters and marbles so they all escape out of the other end. I’ll let them tell:
“I’d had enough of arguing with her. Really I had. I could not, for the life of me, ponder why we fought so much when I lxve her more than anything in this realm. I went and lay down on the bed and requested, with pure intent, for the man upstairs to strike me dead rather than have another argument. What happened next is ineffable as it felt like I blinked out of existence and was in a vast nothingness. I felt pleasant, serene and content. It was only then I thought “I wish my wife could see this” and recollected the events that led to this meeting. Later I’d find I’d had a cardiac arrest and it was her anguished yells from the side of my bed that bought me back to consciousness in a hospital and, from then on, things were very different as it felt like the dirty cloth of consciousness inside my head had been washed fresh and its just like you said with the marbles and sticks as those old behaviors and arguments just vanished, with a click”.
Now, not everyone is as fortunate. You could say that event was in his script and it all played out as intended as it revealed the secret point of conflict but the truth of the matter is the above can happen in smaller scales as well as there are plenty who have tripped on MDMA in a cabin and then filed for a divorce with smoothness and truly wished each other the best then went on to find happiness with someone else. Actually, that is a pretty amazing way of safely pulling out the splints without wrecking the marbles as it makes them more elastic and readily felt plus the feeling of resonance it brings under the influence can do some powerful things. No wonder they outlawed it so they could sell worthless talks instead… Many couples will argue, usually about the same thing, and never stop to peer beneath the surface. In this case the man had, quite literally, had enough and would rather choose death than bring stress to his object of affection and when she clicked what she’d miss it, in turn, changed her awareness so they now live in relative bliss as they exorcised old demons from their heads.
If you don’t get it correct or mess up one of the steps then its pretty much certain you’ll flip your lid as the inner realms are verboten in this world of computer chips. The ancients Knew all about this and had rites and rituals, preset, to ensure the best mental health for their tribe and members. In comparison we are increasingly isolated, under pressures that are immense and living in environments as unnatural as you can get with near constant stimulation, endless options and other things which are designed to farm your emotions and energetics whilst keeping you in low resonance. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. One must be willing to lose their conditioned mind to come to their present sense and, for many, this is a fate worse than death. Thankfully one of the safest and best steps one can take is bouncing as mentioned in this article. Start with nine minutes, working your way up to forty five in increments. I’m quite certain that when this kicks you’ll find huge changes in your awareness especially if you add in the part of staying extremely still and noticing your inner realms. This is body language and its always talking. To the Adulterated the very concept fills them with stress even though the process is simple. Did you know they ran an experiment in which they took a pro athlete and had him do whatever a little boy did? All he had to do was mimic his movements and energetics but this peak of genetic excellence was drained way before the child was even in full swing. Draw your own conclusions because, for me, its proof positive that something hidden that most don’t suspect is doing some strange things with their embodiment for reasons they don’t comprehend.
Once again, those handy, dandy schizophrenics – to a man – all say the same thing. Strange, isn’t it? Maybe you are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? This is why the Warrior advocates the importance of reprogramming because he clicks that if what was in his head worked well then his life would be perfect. Well, is it? Most will admit this is not the case but the next steps scare them and thus they’ll get comfortable with the Devil they know best aka that voice in their head they Thunk is them. Oh, there are levels and rules to this Game. That is for certain. This I can personally attest because some really, really strange things start happening when one expands their consciousness and I now get why, back when, this was done in secluded settings with the correct guidance and support systems because it definitely feels like your mind is blowing in the wind and thats when things can get quite chaotic. Especially if you comprehend the shadows depth and there are higher dimensional forces making their presence felt because when one shakes off their conditioning they become a threat to that realm as we are, in the end, a food source for them. Granted, that may be a bridge too far for many but thats why I encourage you to reality test because someone, somewhen, made the Game like this and when you have stress and tension as opposed to Inner Sense where else do you think that voltage dips as you’re busy running the treadmill and ticking off the Supposed To boxes they told you were needed?
Till we meet again
