It matters not if you’re a butcher, baker or candlestick maker who wished she was smashing reels and living like the most socialist of medes. Everything is as its supposed to be. Now I know that, for you, these are mere words on a screen but for me, presently, this is a huge dose of reality as it stands, giving not a single, solitary F about my feels but, on the flip, wants to use them to feed the machine… Why? Well, I’m glad you asked:
I have said before that the Game is scripted, yes? Its not something I’ve went into in depth as most people simply cannot comprehend the scope of the message as the illusion is so vast that is escapes their attention but I created a nice, simple thought imperiment that can hammer home the sentiment:
Stop thinking about anything for ninety seconds.
If it truly was your brain, your life and all that it begets you should be able to do that, no problem. Nope. Doesn’t happen. There’s the hint, see if you can digest the bitter pill to unleash the sweetness within. Really ponder what kicks because a) the Game is mental and b) you currently have no control over whats in your head. What does that spell beyond flesh puppet, my friend? I know, it can be a terrifying realization but, on the flip, the negative assertions of Kemet that said “I ain’t done that, this or any of that mess” makes perfect sense as this head trip of a trick we call being human is a scheme within a dream that sells illusion as wisdom then throws some free gaslighting in with its own off brand type of hypnosis. What do I mean by this?
Everything is as its supposed to be.
Look, lets pretend you create a flatland type of thing on your desk. You create the characters and, lets say, you animate them as well so they start off small, grow big and then wilt and vanish. They, on that plane, call it life and death, correct? Taking it back to this realm what if you were stuck in a forest with no GPS trying to get to an oasis to quench that thirst within. High, overhead, there is a bird flying and, for it, the place you are destined is within its present even though, for thee, its a potential future that depends on your current action. Take both of these, mix together in your head and pretend what I reffed as life wearing flesh was seen instead from the Fifth dimension and suddenly the title of this topic makes absolutely perfect sense.
That means there are no wars, no problems and nothing to rail against which, if you stop and ponder it, makes absolutely zero sense because things in this realm don’t happen, they are made to kick which, once again, unleashes a torrent of confusion which can only lead to greater questions, yes? Man, what the F? Out of everything I’ve said on my spot in the web this one is probably the one that carries the highest depth and lowest weight as its ungrokkable via text, methinks. You’ve heard me ref the concept of swishing a teacup around the head of a land locked Bedouin who has never seen an ocean as a weak attempt at approximation well, this is that times ten as words simply cannot capture the ineffable and what I’ve just comprehended makes me wonder what on earth I’m doing this for? Why all the pain and suffering to come to this conclusion as I’ve been hunted from end to end whilst being punted by those I classed as friends along with a zillion and one other things that made the former coal glisten like a diamond – and for what? To come to the realization that everything is as its supposed to be?
The irony, it screams.
There was an old saying, from back when, that attests “Before enlightenment – eat, sleep, expel excrement. After? Eat, sleep, expel excrement” which says, in a nutshell, what I did. Its like being awake in the dream and Knowing, for certain, this is a character I inhabit at the moment who, for some reason is living out this precise script at this location of spacetime in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits. Difference is the rest accept what they get and the voice in their head tells them but I Know I’m not it but that which actually listens instead and upon this gnosis rests the perception of higher dimensions which bring us back to earth at this moment where I can say, for certain:
Everything is as its supposed to be.
Now its got me wondering. What if the point of this celestial production has naught to do with the outer realm which runs on rails but far more about what we click within? If that truly is the test how many pass or fail? Actually, forget about them, what about your life and lens? Doesn’t it explain, real well, why we keep running into the same type of events and people no matter where we’re at? How about the sync of such curious things that cause your attention to flare but most just yell “Coincidence!” as they keep on half stepping on the psychosocial treadmill? Is everything is as its supposed to be then am I supposed to be thinking like this, typing this message and coming to this realization at this precise moment? If thats the case then the attempts on my life make sense but the manips to influence and get me to sign up for club memberships don’t and this is where the choose your own adventure effect doth kick. If you weren’t an Eighties jit then you missed out, truly you did. If you too made a choice at a certain page then flicked ahead to live the lyrics you’d kick you would reflect, with a grin, about how those simple tricks of pretend free will and the metaphor of the desk bound people are intermingling in your subconscious which will spring forth its own genesis of gnosis using a special blend of herbs and spices served within a fresh and crisp dish of imagination.
Everything is as its supposed to be. The only thing that is or isn’t is the same as my only possession in this realm:
My reaction or to be more precise, my creation. What if the fact thats an anagram was a hint as its about having the correct components in the order thats the best? The other works but you’re being lead whilst the latter means you’re at the helm of the gestation which is, simply put, mind blowing, isn’t it?
I once read an ancient text that said “He who does nothing leaves nothing undone” and wrote it off, back when, as a load of BS and navel gazing, par excellence, but now it makes so much sense. It doesn’t mean sit on your rear end and wait for a savior to swoop in but, instead, get your garden in check, tidy out that old shed, make your house presentable and see what happens. You have, in effect, created a situation that is desirable to beget that which you wish to manifest and, ironically, you may just discover that which you were seeking was always present ergo everything is as its supposed to be – the trick is realizing this.
How can I be mad at anyone, anything or event that led to me possessing this most elusive brand of gnosis in the flesh at this moment? Do you comprehend what I’ve said or is it a complete waste of bandwidth because those who can will get it when they should without me doing a thing as its either part or or missing from their script. Ha! Like Strickland said “Slacker!”. But then why do schools, pray tell, hammer that “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection” BS or the rest of the programming tricks to get these humans bricks of living flesh to stand where they intend with mortar boards on their head? Man, I have a whole nother layer of questions now. Its like the flatland inhabitant of your desk came to your realm and saw a sphere but then took what you built to a higher level and met the hyper equivalent that was beyond your current comprehension. Isn’t that the ultimate aim? To surpass the one who laced the Game in your developing frame as nothing exceeds like excess hence the art of moderation attests that eating two spoons less keeps your body trim and generates an immense sense of appreciation for your consumption as opposed to binge watching a set whilst eating microwaved meals in a quest for synthetic feels that hide a near total lack of real via the allure of reels instead which is, in the end, part and parcel of the deception.
Everything is as its supposed to be. I don’t know if thats the same deal for ye as it is for me, currently, as we – in this funfair of the flesh – may be riding different attractions. Really ponder this, my friend, as I have just came to comprehend that whilst I was born, strapped in, to a rollercoaster that promises nothing but full belt acceleration with as many twists and turns as you can handle you, dear reader, may be engaged in a fair more staid and less complex type of situation like, for example, a funhouse or hall of mirrors style of thing in which your relative free will (compared to mine) is immense but still curtailed. That is the nature of the attraction, yes? Its made to be invisible, seem inevitable and, generally, those we are around and get along with are penned in to a similar construction. Failure to comprehend this leads to all types of problems as most people scream and yell when others don’t act as they expect when, in the end, everything is as intended hence let go, gain everything. Or everywhen, to be more exact.
Wow.
How can I be mad at anyone or anything for having gained this gnosis in the flesh and that on the hardest level as well. My gratitude and thanks to those who made this possible by all they did in the wings and via careful set dressing of theatrical deception as I now comprehend that the rollercoaster was built to loop around the entire attraction but it, like the kid at the desk creating a make believe Two D realm, is as invisible as water is to a fish or the really real world around this into which the Slave/Masters are tapped in and then there is me, stuck in the middle with thee, reading, as we rage against the machine in a quest for freedom beyond the illusion which, once again, is exactly as intended which means I’m just where I am supposed to be and this layer of onion peel is twisting my melon, man, as the above words attest because now everything makes less sense than it did which is great as everything is as its supposed to be.
You have just Witnessed a second hand increase in resolution shared via text. This is how it feels when that Two D thing leaps to the desk and takes in another realm with an added dimension then transcends that illusion as well because it asks “Wait a second. If the first set of limits seemed authentic until I stood, present but distant in the mid, then what happens if I try it again” as they and quantum leapt to beyond that frame of reference and let the info pour in as they create their reaction via assimilating the dataset via the tech they’re wearing which encodes this realm. This is, I suspect, what lead to an altercation, back when, because I believe the true teacher is he who makes the student excel beyond them but many prefer, instead, the old “I taught you everything you know… But not everything I know” routine which gets old, quick. Especially when they charge so much for access and constantly tempt with a carrot and stick routine, par excellence when, in the end, its nothing but a psychospiritual treadmill to sucker those in who think they’re above the rest…
If these words are a map of a place in in timespace then my intent with sharing them is to attune your inner GPS with their location so you too follow the syncs and things they sing about, bring em out, bring em out as you wander around that ghost house, waltzer or whatever else they thought would be enough to overload your senses and accept the script they send in, without questioning. On the rollercoaster you are quite isolated as they seat but one on each spin plus whilst some of the elements can be intense and terrifying there are, as needed, moments quiet and tranquil as they link together the bits. Its via the use of these I became Centered in Self and began to formulate this missive, back when, as this was the original genesis of the Game of Souls concept. Way before I’d ever seen a pixel or took apart a TV set as I suspected not all rides were equal but we all had tickets, nonetheless. It explains the allure of movies, books, plays and such things because we get to pretend we are riding in anothers attraction and thus there is an immense power in this which is why I call it entertrainment which leads us back, full circle, to the present as this reality check feels like I’ve just leapt up an octave as I look down at the other version of me still riding the coaster which he has no clue is but one of a myriad of options and this leads us onto the diamond tip in the record and it all makes perfect sense.
Well, it does to me. Know why? Because everything is as its supposed to be.
What? What did you expect? To lace you with something practical afore I dip, can you imagine that, right now, you simply stopped resisting and just accepted instead? Not with passive aggression or an ulterior motive. Cease wrestling the octopus as its built for this, has more limbs and needs to use you for your energetics to justify its existence.
To the people of flatland he who created their paper plane would be a god among them but, from our perspective, its just a kid with some crayons but if the same was said about what they worship they’d get mad and offended until they met, face to faceless, what the rebel mystic did and now more than ever I comprehend the importance of doing the Knowledge because had I did nothing, back when, would I have survived to this moment or gained this resolution and that unveils the grand contradiction because the only real reason everything is as its supposed to be is because I’ve done what needed to be done to make it happen and that, my friend, should show thee how the primacy of consciousness defines reality because if you can’t control your mind for a ninety second stretch then who (or what?) is actually at the helm of your sentience?
May the truth protect me in all ways, everywhen.
Till we meet again
