If you pour water into a vase it takes the shape of what presents and thus its quite easy for one to become defined by the container versus the living element within, dig? Once upon a when I was talking to a schizophrenic and asking him about a comment he’d made earlier when his sister had come to visit him. In a rage he had yelled at her and said:
“You aren’t the equivalent of her excrement. Begone!“.
She looked embarrassed, shook her head, tried to reason with him and then realized this was a fools errand and promised to come back again to which he responded with more choice verbiage for this impostor that pretends to be his sibling. Thing is, for me, she was exactly who she claimed and thus its quite easy to be pulled into the standard Reality Tunnel that schizos are delusional and deserve to be doped up and locked away. I mentioned this to him later and he looked and me and said:
“Are you sure?”.
I replied in the affirmative. Before we progress lets backtrack a bit:
I have a superpower, if you will, in that no matter how badly a so called mad man may be hallucinating or disconnected from the reality that presents they always, ten out of ten, see me as me. No shifts, blips, edits or the rest. This, in turn, leads to an immense sense of confidence because not only do I rep something static in a world ever shifting but I also listen without prejudice, ask interesting questions and sometimes offer solutions. Like, for example, handing out milkshakes filled with immense amounts of B Vitamins. I’m talking huge chunks of the stuff so that you end up whizzing neon colors. Why? Because I’ve found them really, really effective at reigning in the negative symptoms and creating a sense of homeostasis that calms the consciousness of one presenting. This discovery, like most, was purely by accident back when and it produced such remarkable results that it really got me thinking. Back to the topic:
“Are you sure?”.
“Yes. It was her, for certain. The question is what the heck was happening in that head of yours to make you think like this. What did you envision?”.
“Well, it did sound like her. Thats what made me rage because I hated the disrespect that they’d try and pretend and get one over because the face was totally different. It wasn’t her. Not a chance. I don’t believe it. I would know my own sister when I see her so what the hell is happening?”.
I asked him to tell me more about these events and other times its happened. He stated it was quite common as he could look away for a second and with the next glimpse they’d switched. I told him to pay attention to the small details next time like rings, clothes and trinkets to see if they shifted. There is a very fascinating sense of empowerment that kicks with this because a) the so called crazies world view is validated and b) they are given tools to use and reality test what is happening plus c) they know the one asking will listen to what they said without judgement or fear of getting more pills as I am not a medical professional nor have I played one on your TV set. Switching to the real world (whatever that is) for a moment:
How many times have you heard:
“I don’t know what came over him?”.
“She’s a totally different person when she…”.
And similar comments? Plenty, yes? They say the thing with everyday miracles is they become invisible to one who is attuned to their presence and thus they never stop to think about the deeper implications. Well, I do and you may be surprised to discover exactly how all of this ties in to the conversation with a schizophrenic. See, as far as I can tell, you aren’t a person but are more accurately described as a people. What I mean by this is there are a multitude within but there is only one drivers seat at the helm and thus these versions of you fight among themselves to call the shots and say how its handled. They, in effect, control your reactions and each one has access to its own resources and inherent wavelength. Think about it:
You with your boss is different to the version the kids get and even then they see one without limits that rages and yells with a level of emotional freedom that is rarely seen any place else or by any other living being. Really ponder that and you may spot the shifts next time as they kick because there is, in between them, a state that remains present, static and quiet yet makes all possible:
What the dude in the bing ended up doing, once armed with this gnosis, was comprehending that the visual shift he was seeing was actually valid and correct as it reflected upon the mindset of the one presenting and thus he was actually decoding reality at a higher octave because for most, on the reg, the face remains the same whilst the brainwaves were shifted whereas he took that into account and the visage reconfigured based on resonance. Mind blowing implications, I know. Feel free to reality test. Better yet, you already have because there are times, ten out of ten, when your friend comes along smiling with a grin and you automatically intuit there is a problem they’re holding in and force them to spill the truth of whats happening.
That is the exact same process minus the visual overlay as your chest based resonance (aka Middle Kingdom) picked up the disparity between what was displayed on the screen and the reel playing in their head and this, my friend, is exactly what happened with said in patient as the day he met his sis she was stressed about other things and this caused the altered manifestation that led to him raging as he’d been looking forward to her visit and was most disappointed by the pretender that used her vocal tones but was not who she said. Now, the reason why I mention this is because this lack of awareness of Self is so widespread in this realm that its dearth of gnosis makes me suspect there is another player in the mix that wishes to keep this hid as its not in its best interests for Souls to Know the Ledge in this respect. Check:
I’ve had more than a few encounters with people who would class themselves as being elevated, spiritual or adepts of higher consciousness. Call it what you will but they’d either meditate at length, stretch and contort their flesh or do some occult things in order to expand their awareness. One thing I found common among them was a startling lack of awareness of Self as they would shift states, rage and wail with near total ignorance of what was actually happening and how their present moment state of resonance directly contradicts the engineered image they present. Each time that guy and his sis popped into my head as I listened to them rant and rave about something that should, technically, be beneath them and unable to cause such immense ripples in their consciousness. It wasn’t even times they were miffed as there the standard human tricks of blame, projection, acting like a bish, talking slick on someone else and a whole raft of moods I call low vibration they would display, now and then, that really made me class them as lipstick spirituals who skills don’t possess the depth they like to present. If anything it hints at how the (false) self is truly a slippery bish as I offended most of them with my line of questioning.
Whilst the schizo took to it like water and fish and couldn’t wait to reality test these pretenders took mucho offense at my comments. Some let their spleen vent which made me grin further still whilst others simply stopped talking to me which was gratefully accepted as fakeness is contagious and thus its best to keep your distance as whilst I may be blunt as a brick and smooth as one as well my intent isn’t to offend but I do like being direct and believe varnish should be kept for woodwork and such things as I like to be really clear with what I’ve said with no margin for misinterpretation. I guess thats what appeals to much to the inpatients as they knew exactly what they’d get, ten times out of ten, when we were talking. That and the empathic resonance as, quite often, when a madman starts moving his lips he’s already started the conversation in his head with your energetics to which you’ve responded before he starts talking and thus you need to be able to slide into the mood and move into his world before directing him someplace else because, in his mind, its all totally coherent and that brings us back to what I mentioned about Earth, quite possibly, being a floating insane asylum that the inmates took over, long ago, and normalized what was one life sentence in the flesh into a return event after a swift bit of mindwiping as the so called well adjusted accept a worldview that is so obvious sick and decrepit, without question, and those who go against the script are medicated to death in order to generate their silence.
Is the view conspiratorial? What about thinking there is something really, really wrong with the sketch and how people may not be what they present as dark forces are manifesting at the edges of your consciousness with evil intent that means harm and threat. Can you guess what happens next when you confide to someone else this is happening? Yep, you guessed it. Depot injection in the rear end, padded cell and lifelong doses of psychotropics.
Doesn’t that just validate, wholesale, the so called schizos perspective? Remember, you’re not paranoid if they truly are out to get you.
On the flip we have Buddha, for example, whose adventures in and beyond this realm attest to a lot of resonance with what countless madmen have said as they drown within the waters which he swims and this brings us to you, my friend, who is currently stuck in the mid of a rock and hard place whilst wearing flesh and almost totally oblivious to their complete lack of awareness of Self. That capital S makes a difference and its what I suspect the patients spotted in me, back when, before I’d even knew I’d develop it which, in turn, hints at their strange relationship with time which was wonderfully repped in the Twelve Monkeys series that hit a lot of it on the head when it comes to madness and whats truly happening but the craziest thing is we live in a realm where truth can only be presented as fiction because to accept what was said directly contradicts the bigger lie most live which, if you stop and think about it, is as outsane as you can get. Here’s a little imperiment you can try, if you wish:
If you can see it you don’t have to be it.
Just remember that. Try it when you are happy, delirious and grinning as well as sad, depressed and miserable. Create that space. Feelsee into the state called Witness and then learn to leverage it. Realize you aren’t the thoughts but that which watches and makes them possible with emotional investment in what they suggest and then take it to another level and comprehend you aren’t that voice which talks within but he who listens which loops nicely back to the start of the topic because whilst science may profess to be all that and this don’t you find it strange that nobody, ever, has stopped and said:
“Wait a minute. Every single one of these nutballs from Babylon to Timbuktu since now to back when always says exactly the same thing and that is that something outside of them is putting thoughts in their head“.
Aha! Could it be I’m correct and we, as a collective, are actually being fed upon by a predator of consciousness and the programming is so effective that 81% accept an off the peg equivalent whilst 11% get stitched up, good and proper, with some cheat codes and backlinks and that leaves the 8% of which I’m one, talking to madmen, who see a similar lay of the land as outlined in this missive and that generates more questions because if the method truly is scientific then why haven’t they clicked that the so called insane are correct and there is another player in the script that sits hidden in the mid and is pimping their awareness as well as the larger implications of what this means when carbon and silicon mix as well as some sprinkles from the whole fallen angels thing and the rest of the narrative for which there is but one statement that fits:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. The so called schizophrenic has at least enough awareness of Self to comprehend it.
Till we meet again
