Can you imagine a world without bad guys? Something quite hard to think, yes? On the flip can you comprehend that without them there would be no need for the opposite of a few good men. Once this clicks you’ll start to realize the same Pattern which runs through modern civilization as it stands and why things are the way it is because we have dark masquerading as light chasing shadows it calls villains. Its a very clever Game of projection and distraction which only works when those given the roles penned do so without introspection or asking the right questions as its based on forced perspective.
Imagine there was a realm that pure consciousness, light, call it what you wish. Whatever it is there is plenty of it. Without beginning or end. Exceedingly luminescent. Now imagine someone knits a huge curtain or veil and throws it over this glow. Suddenly we have darkness. The absence of the presence. Now, lets pretend someone cuts a circular hole in this knit and proclaims “Let there be light”. Lo and behold, there is. Into this nascent dimension where the unfinite is pouring we meet a coalescence of elementals and I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this…
Right now, as I sit here typing this with my current level of ignorance (at which I do daily chip), it certainly seems like the intent of those who made this realm isn’t in our best interests. Maybe its the life I’ve lived, things I’ve Witnessed and the fact that at each step of the way I was thrown in a tsunami in order to learn how to swim because it most definitely seems like somewhen doesn’t like my presence and can’t wait to flick my off switch. On the flip there also appears another force that says “This is what happens when coals become diamonds. Its the price you’ve got to pay to keep shining”. For a while I really tried to escape this. Just for a moment I wanted to be like the rest of the happy idiots without a care in the world and surface level comprehension as they know not what they’re missing since their curiosity was extinguished back when. Thing is, we are born to be who we are and yet only a handful achieve what we came to become. The Path of Power chooses those who are chosen by themselves as they carry not only their burden but also of those unborn along with those unaware they’re suffering. Not to make mountains out of molehills, for who can truly know anothers pain? But the question still remains:
Can you imagine a world without bad guys?
As you may be starting to think this is more than a person. Its actually a corrosive influence that seeps into and corrupts whatever is in resonance. Frequency plays an immense part in this and this is why what comes through your TV set and internet is low vibration with bad intent woven in to its make up. Imagine for a moment you have a room filled with bells. All silent. Unexpressed. Potential awaiting action. Suddenly one peels and the silence is pierced by its shrill expression which is discordant and out of key. Know what happens next?
The rest start vibrating in sympathy and thus strengthen its sound. Imagine into this din steps a small baby bell, innocently jingling with true natural resonance. The first with whom it contacts is its parents who’ve already served a couple of decades of their life sentence and are no longer as sentient, resonant or present and correct as the infant vessel of expression they bought into this realm. In around about the same time period the bell will mature to look and sound just like them, therefore perpetuating the same cycle of ignorance that was set off, way back when, by one out of key chime that infected the minds around it.
I’ve just given you another key to the puzzle. Are the pieces beginning to click?
Now, lets imagine somewhere far, far away there was a family of bells who had had enough of the madness and they formed their own clique. For this they were persecuted and pushed to the limits. After many misadventures, tears and blood shed a shiny bell steps in that is luminescently jingling. Those around it hold still their indoctrinated noiZ via training and awareness which is due to the use of their free will and mastery of consciousness. The baby finds the Psylense reassuring as it matches that which it knows well, from that where he steps – the Fifth Dimension – down, down into this realm in the land of the bells. As he matures those around find their inner spark rekindled as they use the same principle of resonance to optimize their connection. Not to the intent that knitted a dark matter blanket and through it over its ceiling in the Fourth Dimension before cutting a hole in to create this realm via drip fed consciousness wrapped around with carbon (soon to be silicon) but to that which is pure, prime and so personal that without it none of this would be possible. The Witness. The you who is, was and will be before, during and after this realm… The rest is but an illusion designed to mess with your coherence but lets moonwalk a bit and glimpse at these bad guys masquerading as good men.
The CIA runs most of the drug trade in the world. The banks are on record as complicit. It helps them keep poor countries poor as they loot their resources and it helps eradicate the undesirables from their domestic streets as well whilst generating immense profits for off the book operations. Gary Webb spoke of this and turned up dead. For whom the bells toll, yes? Are you starting to see what I mean about the systemic corruption which seeps from the top (ie beyond this realm) and infects all those whos Souls manifest in the flesh as they are trained to lose connection and Knowledge of Self in exchange for whatever the syllabus says. You are programmed to lxve, hate and chase whatever they say. So little of a Slaves motivation actually comes from within and is genuine or authentic. Its why you thirst for shining things or relationships under the guise that “Once I get this it will be perfect…. It will finally be enough… It will all feel real…”. Except it doesn’t. Never is. You know this well but choose to keep your head, neck and everything else tucked into the sands of blissful ignorance rather than awakening to the dream of a nightmare you’re in and actually doing something about it whilst you’re still wearing the flesh.
What I say may sound like madness but then isn’t the definition of insanity doing the same things whilst expecting different outcomes? Who has truly flipped their lid? Me for speaking this or you for accepting socially sanctioned concepts which are designed to make you a mess from within and keep your focus on distractions as you amuse yourself to death and don’t comprehend the big picture or meaning of this Game?
Long ago on this planet, on a different level of the Game, there was a war across the world that for quite a while did rage. At the end of the day those who won were not the noble or fair, no way. Because when it seemed like things wouldn’t go their way they unleashed their ace which said “Mutually Assured Destruction”. Hip hop hooray! Bombs away. Humanity found itself back on page one and its been on since then because those who knew it was coming took enough precautionary steps to ensure their phoenix would rise from the ashes due to the fires they set as they’d possess the upper hand. “In our image shall we make them” said the ones who designed how you currently think, live and exist in a realm that has had their iron grip on the planet for thousands of years and counting.
Its all about resonance.
You can prove what I’ve said quite simply by watching an infant and the joy which rings out of them then checking back in in a couple of decades and change as you note that glow fades as they become just like the rest. Only to do it all again.
81%. 81% accept the programming without question. The other 11% who have the potential to transcend voluntarily hoodwink themselves for a personalized program that turns them into an active vehicle of suppression for the rest. This treachery is rewarded well via fame and trinkets but remember, little bells, nothing but experience leaves this realm so the toys you play with are never yours, simply borrowed and the fees for use is actually quite expensive. But they’ll never tell you this as you signed the contract in blood without checking the small print because you wanted to get ahead and lost your heart in the process.
The remaining 8% are often either mystics or madmen, the latter a malfunctioning former as both mature and unleash the voltage of Inner Sense into their bell which rings out the sound of Psylense. For the outsane the distortions present along with psychotropics pumped in keep them bouncing between the realms aka dimensions in ways that seem quite incoherent whereas the Warrior tunes his Witness and achieves a state of coherence and its from this lens I’m typing.
By now you should comprehend that I’m speaking to the few, not the many, for while we are all born with this innate state of resonance there are only a few of us that have been pushed to the limits and ready to shine like diamonds after a lifetime of suffering that we’re willing to look within and question our assumptions. For most Slaves this is a fate worse than death as they are so invested in a false narrative filled with fanciful things that are, frankly, quite ridiculous. But when a little bell is imprinted with a resonance, time and time again, it quickly forgets its own state and claims it was always the way they gained. It wasn’t. Me and you both know this but the modern world as its stands is allergic to the quest for the truth and are petrified they might find it. “What if it contradicts all I believe? What then? Does it mean that I, my father, my mother, my tribe, people and friends are all idiots? No! Heaven forfend! Its you, you must be wicked” they say as they start frothing.
On cue and as intended. Because the bad guys control their mind and convince them of their goodness. Just like this pic says:
Till we meet again
