Somewhere in Africa a lion sits in the wild taking in the unpredictability of its world. Its food sources? Unknown. Threats? Maybe, who knows? Weather? “Out of my hands but we’ll bare it as it comes”.
On another corner of the globe there sits one of the same species but raised in cage to entertain those who come to gape at his apparent majesty. He’s fed and well kept, totally sheltered and knows nothing but the Pattern of regularity into which he fits.
Both are lions but only one can truly claim to be the king of the jungle and as you can see this brings a sense of responsibility, a state I call being Centered in Self to the fore because there are no places to point fingers at or complain and moan. At the fundamental basis the Warrior realizes we are alone, totally alone in this world, no matter what they say or the lies they spin he doesn’t acquiesce because he realized that the bucks stops and therefore starts with him. No point wasting effort trying to pass it on and says he’s not where he should be because of her, him or them. Nope, if he doesn’t hunt to kill, metaphorically that is but the intent is the same nonetheless, then he doesn’t get fed because he knows there is no one looking out for him. No helping hand that gives as it takes the very thing that makes him, him. And for what? The entertainment of the local yokels who see something real that appears living yet is dead. Totally inauthentic and bored with the repetition of the artificial environment it finds itself within as its senses rebel at the predicament but it also cannot see any means of escaping as there is such a large infrastructure which has been built up around him.
One roams the plains, King of the day, night and all other phases in between just by virtue of me being me. The other seems real to those who don’t know the deal – “My look at his his teeth and those claws, so supreme” they state from their reverie behind the safety of a screen because even in its dumbed down state they know there is a beast within that could awaken at any moment. You know they feed animals in zoos pills to keep them sane and from throwing in the mental towel due to realizing what they’re encased in is so unnatural. Such a crazy thing what we do to animals but in all of this I haven’t been speaking about anything else but you and I.
Dig, its up to you to decide if what I say is truth or lies but before you make up your mind realize your chest already nods its head silently as it knows that there are no straight lines in nature therefore the screens, machines, buildings and everything are a cage in that sense. Now don’t get it twisted, it doesn’t mean I live in a cave (although I will for a moment and that we’ll get into when it happens) but I do Know freedom and the responsibility it takes to maintain it because there are no strings on my back nor ball around my leg. This is what it means to be a Warrior my friend and, simply put, most aren’t built for it. They don’t have the raw material nor the will required to throw off the chains and escape the mental cage called the Mind Made Prison in which they think three squares a day, some artificial rain and basking under the rays of an electric light equates anything close to the exhilaration of one who roams the plains, taking his chances with nature as he was born to since back in the days.
See, society and all it stands for is an artificial construct designed to make you Thunk that without a buck you’re out of luck. That much is true if playing their way is all you intend to do but the Game of Souls offers much more to those willing to extend their point of view beyond the mere degrees that are seen by those caged in Slavery. Sure their basic needs are met, they may be male but not men as there is a difference. Women as well sure, I mean, why is it a Queen moves free on the board as she rushes to the defense of her King? Who does the hunting in the lion kingdom? Do the Knowledge.
Underneath all of this and wrapped around it too is deceit which is laid thick in a variety of forms and tastes and its all designed with one intent. To get you into that cage, out of your natural environment and once in there, thats it. Most never think of escaping and because of this they haven’t even locked the frame. Learned helplessness. See on a spiritual level that allows them absolvement because if you can’t motivate yourself to test the limits of where you find your Self and thus live and die within their grip then thats on you and your timidness. A trait which is learned because every child is born free, wild and confident. They are dependent on those who give care (and often carelessness as well as threats and sadness – such is the current state of play when it comes to parents even if most don’t want to admit the damage they’ve done either to another or had inflicted upon themselves) to keep the basics in check but aside from that they neither know nor wish to know any form of limits. Its you who assisted in killing their spirit and ensuring that the word kid, as in sacrificial baby goat, never gains its true meaning in your awareness and therein lies the problem in all of this. Its not entirely your fault, even though it is, because an interesting experiment with mice attests how traumatic imprints can leap generations as they trained some to run a maze in which they were tazed in a room where the light blinks and their kids bested the rest but when it came to the strobe they froze. Even without a shock present. Rewind back your life and consider the sheer amount of stress imprints then double them for each parent and once again for the previous gen and realize exactly what went into making the world as it is and why it takes a nation of billions to hold back the children…
Let them lead for a couple of generations and watch this mess end as this mind virus that leapt from one to the next, unchecked, consumes itself when no one remains to keep it fed in a state of ignorance and acceptance. On the flip humanity will be happier and healthier than its ever been once we exorcise this demonic intent that made beasts of men only to insert silicon and form androids instead. Do the Knowledge. The awareness of this first crept into this realm, back when, via the Gnostics, Cathars and others of the ilk who were killed, dead, for daring to suggest there was a true divine source that was Prime, pre-existing to which all were resonant and then this late comer who pretends and thus is a counterfeit. No wonder he’s jealous, eh?
You think the lion in the cage will ever admit to himself that he isn’t free? Of course not, he’ll push that out of memory because the traumas he endured to make him comply with his keepers decree damaged something internal, something he can’t see and has no wish to feel and thus he’ll say “Look at me, I’m special, they chose me as the prime specimen to parade to the world who comes to see me. I’m something else, I’m unique, the true king, thats me” and other such rhetoric will spin in his dome because even though he knows he’s far from home, not free to roam and suspended in a state of artificial reality that is close to what it used to be but not at all if you know the deal. See he forgets easily because its the only way to accept the current predicament and shore up a false version of himself, that is a lion only on the surface, one that lacks entirely the depth and skills that are built by having to fend for himself in an environment which cares not about him or his presence. That is what builds character, that carefree nonchalance we see in so many animals that are truly comfortable in their skin. When was the last time you seen a human being who could say the same and we’ll exclude the babes who haven’t yet been tainted by the Game as it begins to lay down the mental bars for the cage at a young age these days. So much so that these young cubs don’t even know the gifts freedom brings as their first steps are in captivity therefore for them a shiner cage means more people will look at me and thus they weave their own stories of self deceit.
Imagine for a moment that the tamed lion who won’t break out is instead met by his wild cousin who storms in instead. How quick do you think he would lose his designed mind and come to his senses when faced with his presence? Suddenly it would click “Wait a minute, what am I doing in this environment?” as all the latent and unused strength comes rushing to the surface as his sense of survival faces a threat because he knows the other guy is coming for its neck.
At that moment he is free and all it took was for him to meet another still living naturally who rekindled the embers within and now its up to him to keep the fires lit and become more of his Self by shaking off the ways those who caged him told him were best and programmed into his head and flesh to keep their coffers filled by using his strength to power a sideshow attraction. In many ways what I’ve said is the heroes quest and sometimes when you’ve crossed the threshold and heard adventures call then its time to don your armor and stride into battle which was the main aim of the rest of the prep as there is but one story in this realm hence why they tell it again and again…
To flip it back in the realm of men what happens when they, the tamed Slaves of limited awareness come face to face with a Warrior who bangs on the bars of the cage in their head? They call to their Slave/Masters for help. Report this tweet, send an angry text, “How dare you say this”, etc… etc… all low risk, low reward things that reflect their overall sense of powerlessness as they need their owner to protect, to keep them sheltered and fed as they’ve forgotten who they are and thus now see their own true nature as a threat and its to this end this age was built. That was its sole intent. To divorce you from your strength and then have you paying maintenance to live in an artificial environment in exchange for the safety of boredom which is assuaged by lashings of entertainment. Bread and circuses they said and it hasn’t changed since then because the method works beautifully. Such is the allure of this ugly business in which nothing which glistens is gold but because the true source of the glow you call your Soul is buried deep within, underneath truths you’d rather not accept, events you’d prefer to pretend didn’t happen as the world beats you to your knees then charges you an arm and leg to stay there, saturated in your own misery which, once again, you will not admit.
Somewhere in the world a Warrior taps some keys as another reads his screen and says “I know exactly what you mean” as this is the language he speaks as he too sees the true nature of reality. The same words are perceived by a Slave and he wants to run and scream “Master, please save me!” as they threaten his false sense of identity which is caught up in those who bleed his strength from him daily in exchange for a pound of meat and a roof under which to sleep as they profit handsomely in ways he cannot even perceive from him accepting the losing end of the deal.
I think man is the most vicious animal, by far, because the world I’ve just described was engineered with an intent and purpose that could have done many things and yet chose to build a realm that is filled with suffering most won’t admit and ignorance parading as wisdom. You could call it an inverted planet as that would be more accurate because, sadly, the ones who are capable of awakening to their true strength are often cast as Victims by their Opponent as they attempt to scramble to their senses hence why I’ve said the 8% are often born and raised in hell with a life, quite difficult. Sometimes, however, there is one that escapes the Cave that Plato mentioned and upon basking in the radiance of the true sun, shining, (and not the flame and shadows within which are but a poor approximation and part of the mind control operation) he is faced with a choice:
“Do I keep this all to my Self?” he says, as he roams the plains and feels an immense resonance he always sensed was missing in the Cave. “Or do I rush back in and tell the rest they’ve been tricked into a strange contraption hewn by a bizarre intent for who knows what end that made beasts out of men and sideshow attractions of lions who are doped up to the gills, well fed and sheltered but feel totally inauthentic as those in a cage take in the scene of another as false as them in a similar predicament?”.
What would you do, my friend? Keep this in your head, better yet your chest, as you read what I’ve said because it would have been real simple for me to just keep on coasting and injoing my freedom in a higher dimension after Witnessing what I did in order to ascend but the real test of compassion is not eating the cake by your Self but sharing the recipe with the rest to see what they bake instead.
This is how it sounds when a captive lion breaks its chains and liberates its Self from the cage. Or Cave. Same thing, different mammal.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
