To achieve great things in this realm one must be willing to pay the price requested to manifest your wish. In other words one must have something to live for and the flip as well because if you wish to rustle a feather, then try to change something. I may not have been aware of my intent in ways clear and explicit until around a decade and change but it appears those around were all tuned in to a similar wavelength which was aiming to waylay, misplace or bring to a swift end before I could manifest what I intend:
To change the Game.
Not just flip the tables but rearrange the entire realm and that is only possible when you comprehend it takes place inside your head. Well, to be more accurate, your consciousness and that isn’t created by the brain, it simply modulates instead. If you can comprehend this then it becomes Self evident what I meant when I said birth was death. Feel free to sprinkle some live = evil and garnish with a helping of the psychosocial treadmill as well to see the Game for what it is:
All out innerG extraction on every single level you can imagine. That is how the simulation got red in tooth and claw. Now it clicks why the old gods left when matter overtook spirit. They didn’t actually go anywhere but much like the stars vanish when the sun is shining it takes some dedication to see beyond the false luminous which hid the true numinous and that is the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled. Well, along with convincing you you’re that voice in your head and better do what it said…
As I sit here pushing the pen its all just clicked that my greatest Opponent hid in not only the last place I suspected but the only one I had left to turn to for help and all the while she was plotting and planning my end. Like a true scorpion the sting is the tail and the pride of these creatures is so immense they’d rather stab themselves to death when cornered than acquiesce. I guess, in that respect we’re not that different. Except Self murder isn’t my thing. Quite the opposite as I’m about Inner Sense and its nurturance and protection thus I comprehend why they wish to bring my chapter to an end.
Can you, just for a moment, imagine how it would to realize that an extremely well organized force that extends to this realm from another dimension wants you dead? Not only this but their Agents had infiltrated your friends and casual acquaintances, back when, and all read from one script that was aimed to keep you doped up and distracted or, better yet, pushing poisons for profit instead. Then lets pretend that a Mata Hari was sent in that was attuned to perfection to present what you thought you were seeking. You rejected her, off rip, but somehow came to your senses after eighteen months of conversation whilst standing in line waiting to sign a slip to create an official record of having your names together etched. That was when it clicked that someone was obviously tampering with my awareness in a way that was so subtle that its hard to tell. Like a frog in a kitchen, I guess. The good thing is, I leapt. The bad is the fire was waiting and it was way hotter than the pan I’d left. It was at this moment the rest dropped the pretense and I was drugged, hypnotized and who knows what else during six hours I cannot currently recollect in which they washed my brain with a fine tooth comb. MK-Ultra ain’t got nothing on this! What came next was ritual sex in which, once again, I was protected for I donned a sheath before penetration and thus no true connection which probably saved my skin but that didn’t stop the blood from dripping with what came next and it shows how they have schemes within schemes.
I jet from the scene and link with family who quietly nodded their head at the fragments I told them whilst, in secret, carrying on the same intent. At the time I didn’t click this, in retrospect its obvious as what came next was akin to daylight robbery in which the only way to win was do nothing. That, let me tell you, was an immense test of will but I aced it I guess and thats when things get real funky. I land on other kin as I need a place to live and come to my senses as I try to deprogram my head of the mess they filled in. She played the role to perfection but, on cue, sent me running in another direction in which a Slave/Master was waiting.
Got my own apartment and many strange things did kick like people playing the same tune at random times when I was sleeping and various other tricks to disrupt my rest. Why? Because its easier to program one in a state of stress. That and the adrenochrome effect, I guess. I decided to get fit, found a gym and fit right in because everyone knew me in a bit and thus it was all quite pleasant and comfortable. Little did I suspect that the entire place was filled to the gills with dark actors doing what they did best and the lxve bombing and various other narc tricks to get inside my head went off without a hitch because when you’re riding high on the buzz of lifting and competing its hard to tell whats truly happening at the edge of your consciousness. This is where they operate. Its an immense zone of influence and thus I did wonder why so many times I’d notice women staring at me, not breathing. Little did I suspect that one can smile and be a demon in the flesh and thus they did sketch out details of my inner realms and this is when I first clicked the true nature of dreams and how they can manipulate ones consciousness.
They enacted various scenes, dramadey for my benefit, as I’d always been keen to help others excel or show ways of minimizing their suffering and thus when one of these appeared in a dream hanging from a rope the concern was immediate. Thing is, the one who was always accessible became very hard to meet and this increased her chances for self injury in my mind and thus I was totally locked in ensuring this was prevented. Now I get that this was a reality tunnel expedition, par excellence, as I personally am very against suicide and have helped two, for real, maybe three not off their on switch when the darkness starts talking within. With her I’d noticed tattoos under her breasts that were not there previously. Fortuitously we happened to meet and I told her what I’d seen in the scene in my dream and I asked about the state of her inner realms at which point she showed me her chest and the ink I’d mentioned. She appeared super stressed and vanished after this which had my need to save and protect doing what it does best. Little did I suspect the trap that had been set as this was all but a ruse because a fool and his attention soon split when you’re so busying caring for others you never stopped to check if they’re worthy of what you lavish. These people are like organic portals. They take without end and do it with a grin as that to which they’re connected is a leech, par excellence. Or an octopus which extends its reach across the planet and makes the Game what it is. It wasn’t always like this. No, no, no. Thing is you’re gods amnesiac and my brushes with death removed that veil from my lids. Anyway:
After this it became evident that what I thought I’d left had actually maneuvered me, really well, to be exactly where they wanted and that was pretty slick. Come on, you’ve got to appreciate the effort, yes? But it did make me wonder “Why all the attention? What is my true strength? What has them stressing and acting like this because its so Devilish, friends”. Not much time to ponder though as a new neighbor moved in and this one stayed up all night whilst I was in bed in order to exert a silent influence and all kinds of other things which can only be termed as weapons, etheric. How do you fight something invisible? I guess this what they’re called demons. They never left. They just became silent partners. At this point things get super intense with things that appeared random but were perfectly calculated. Thankfully I am not a stranger to my inner realms and in years, formative, plenty of schizos had confided their suspicions about what kicks and the true nature of this realm as, to them, I could innerstand their pain. That I did. At the time I just put it down to being intensely empathic but the words of a man who was mute to the rest but said to me, back when:
“How do you do it? Outside you look like them but inside we’re identical“.
Always stuck in my head. I guess I found the riddle to that answer, yes? It also hints at the non linear aspect of time which, to most, is as invisible as water to a fish. To say its been interesting would be an immense understatement but, in the grand scheme of things, it was all just beginning as the true feature presentation was to be unveiled…
COVID kicks. Hooray for isolation! When it started I didn’t have a clue about such things and thus hit the bricks with a grin feeling real I am Legend-ish. I got in the best shape of my life – mentally, physically and spiritually – as I was away from a noxious scene and thats when other aspects and street plays kicked in that really made me wonder what was happening. These I’ll have to detail, elsewhen, but know this:
Just like each and every shot of a script is directed to perfection there is a clique that stage manages this artificial reality as well. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? What if that is why each schizo actually flips when they comprehend they aren’t the voice in their head but something far more subtle that is currently trapped in and animating the flesh? Wouldn’t that be something? What does that say of the rest, so well adjusted that they never question the script that etched in their head by the Wicked Witch of the West, back when. Thats a hint, by the way, that the web is a weapon. Thats how subtle it is because they deal in oblique hints that ping your subconscious as its so easily manipulated. For example, try as hard as you like to not imagine a pink elephant on a unicycle and you’ll see its impossible. Just like if I asked you to imagine not existing. Go ahead, try it. Some people will see some dead flesh but others comprehend that even then there is something observing in silence. You are this, my friend. I call this state the Witness and its the worlds best kept secret as how the heck can one see what sees and they use to perceive?
This is what you’re up against, in the end, because not everything that walks in the flesh is truly human, my friend. This I can most certainly attest but lets get back on with this trek. Total isolation brings a huge increase in freedom due to the lack of the near constant intent bombarding my awareness with its subtle manipulations. Once again, that sounds mad schizo, doesn’t it? And yet why has no “scientist” in this realm ever stopped to examine why every single one, irrespective or race, station or education, always, always, always say the same thing? That external aspects are pimping their awareness and, usually, scaring them whilst others see things, invisible, that they state are all around them? Its worth noting that genuine mad men do not fall for optical illusions. Food for thought, yes? What if they’re correct and the rest are drawn in to an immensely intricate web that is so big and ancient that to question it seems madness? That would be like wondering why money is sold at a percent to the government who sells the debt and you pay as the cost of doing business…
The time apart ends and I start noticing the shifts. Now, granted, my neighbor has been busy with his astral interference in these times as well as various other tricks to tear my sleep to shreds but, still I rise. I even overcome the immense dread and fear they programmed in as I started making some vids to vent to go along with my articles that were aimed at the 8% who could comprehend the true nature of this realm. A few other things kick that we shall over, skip, and get to the interesting. Even though I hated all these things I was loathe to move as well because a) I was observing plus noting and b) I’m quite lazy in that respect. Just didn’t seem worth the effort as its obvious I was the constant but, as fate would have it, the rent became immense and I was hit with the eject at the same time the maternal branch of my family tree, who I had never done meet previously, said “Come and see, live with us, see how it feels. Plenty of fine women around the ends so why not kick Game and see where it leads?”. So I went. But not without hesitation and this is where my cousin comes in as she I knew well as we were raised in the same crib and had been through the same mess. She swung the vote as I was still dead against it as I felt, off rip, that something was incorrect with their proposal. So I went.
Upon landing the program was in full effect but it was so different and new that I couldn’t spot it. Later I’d recollect and the tell was blood can exert a greater influence than a neighbor with intense concentration and occult skills thus is less reliant on the blatant and uses more of the invisible instead. Clever, clever. Remember, you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and when you click the trick you make them your Victim as those are the only two poles in this realm. You either win or learn so pay no heed to the tale they spin inside your head as that is their greatest weapon in this battle of ignorance versus wisdom to control your awareness hence do the Knowledge. Once it is did things are never, ever the same again. I’ll skip over some details but I caught whiff of what kicked and how deep I was in the mess and thus I left on a jet to go someplace else but it just got ever more intense as they had me running, like a rat in a maze, ducking shells and various spells along with many forms of death. What a holiday!
So, I get back in the K and land at my cousins place as a) I’m now homeless and b) my mind is almost domeless trying to process what kicked and how the heck I survived it as all that happened before paled in comparison to this. It seemed oddly personal. Like someone, or thing, wanted vengeance from beyond this realm and that made me question its evolution as it obviously wasn’t in sync with elevation as, my mind, in the flesh, wasn’t concerned with the stress or mess of blaming them. There was no point. They were too subtle and yelled out in pain as they stabbed the blade in my rear end, energetically speaking. No, I Knew this realm takes place inside my head ergo I am the Alpha and Omega of this ergo its all to win. Along the way I reexamined immense amount of trauma imprints and other bits of my heritage and suddenly a new pic started weaving its way in. Thats another thing. So, I landed, glad to rest and my cousin said “You look exhausted. I couldn’t find the Epsom Salts you requested for bathing but heres some Dead Sea instead. Glad to make it happen!”.
Did you spot it? See how cryptic and obvious it is? Rearrange the order of those two words to peep the spell as she wanted nothing less than to have my corpse, exit. What had happened was that her inheritance was on the line. Basically, my Aunt had shafted her out of everything she thought she would be getting by letting someone else manage the assets to which she felt entitled. That, I suspect, is how they got the leverage to get her so invested in what came next as I never, ever saw it coming and even though I suspected I refused to accept it as it made absolutely no sense as the girl was a mess and I really wanted to help. See that old savior Pattern again? They know me so well! Upon my arrival she fired off all of the anchors on the trip ranging from the waterboard example to the time I was supposed to be poisoned by a monoxide detector malfunction as I slept and a whole host of things that had me wondering “Am I projecting this stress on an innocent that simply wants to help or is she really in on it?”.
To say it made no sense was an understatement but when her kid started acting out parts of my subconscious and drawing certain things linked with altered states of awareness I really felt an immense sense of comprehension for those poor schizophrenics that would come and track me down as they knew, for certain, I was real and solid. I, unfortunately, had no one else to assist but thats when things kick to another level and it turns out I was incorrect. My protector had been there, off rip, and had actually prevented many events from manifesting as intended hence the slipping on a rubber to avoid the full brunt of sex magic as well as disengaging before a ring and so many other things. It turns out they were attempting to engage in destiny theft. That was the entire point in all of this. Or, at least, one of the bonuses for participation, I guess. Its way too subtle and complex to go into here but, in a nutshell, if you read the Bible and check the story of Jacob and Esau it lays out the blueprint of decep and how they attempt to swindle the righteous heir (with the help of a wicked mother. As I said, blood is thinner than Ether and I Know my true links are not flesh based on the actions of these demons) out of what is truly his by exploiting him. To this, consent I do not. Win or learn. I reclaim my true destiny and eject what you attempt to stitch to my energetics. Your mess is your own and my Soul is my own. So it is, as I said.
In the midst of the mouth of madness, chewing, I found a sense of creeping enlightenment that did what it did best:
Remind me who I am and the power of intent. I’ll skip over the next couple of months as it was beyond subtle but I came to realize how much manipulation is actually needed to make one believe they’re human. The grift never ends! As I sit here, now, typing this those pearly white gloves have slipped off her fists and revealed blood stained knuckles that had been steadily punching against me as I was not supposed to survive this. What comes next? Who knows? I have been told to step as, once again, even in this midst of the mess I was too busy noting what noticed and tracking shifts whilst mapping comparisons of the blips in consciousness and how they’re doing it. Oh yes, if you hack a hacker then expect him to flip the script but, once again, the savior in me says:
“What chance in hell do the rest have of even spotting, let alone, combating this?”. I will add on with:
If this is what it takes to get off the wheel of reincarnation then you lot don’t stand a chance in hell. Worse still is you Thunk this place is heaven sent as you don’t comprehend the nature of the intent at the helm, your own consciousness and what it means to wear flesh as well as the nature of limitation that comes from being in a base dimension along with inherited imprints, trauma training, par excellence, and being set adrift in a world awash with pollutants – both symbolic and literal – where they plan to make androids of men to artificially extend your sentence. But, thats another topic. By the time you read this I will be going to face my greatest challenge:
The one who bought me in and, since then, has been waiting for this moment and grinding an axe till its honed to a fine edge. What happens next? Who can tell? I am confident and, once again, place my bet on Self because from each of these situations I either win or learn whilst the rest are all content to handle their daily dose of stress in a life awash with coping mechs where ignorance runs unchecked as the inmates, once upon a when, took over the asylum and set the roles in opposition which is why they killed the Gnostics and anyone else who wishes to uplift. I mean, forget all the rest of what I’ve said and just ask your Self one logical question:
Who keeps on sending the prophets and to what end?
If life was as you suspect in this realm there would be no reason for them but what if those who do this have slung a web over death that rotates you back into the flesh? Its a spirit, whirled, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Tell me if I’m lying because I only speak the real as that is how I’ve stayed sane, eight steps ahead and Centered in Self in order to share this script as I’ve lived these lyrics and it all makes sense when seen from a higher res as most are tuned in to their regularly scheduled programming which does what it says on the tin:
Tell, lie, vision. Real eyes, realize… The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I can say this rock solid as melting is the only option that makes sense when the matter with spirit is quite dense and my adventure in the flesh is just commencing as no matter what the tone may suggest know that I’m built for it but I document these steps to help the rest that may find themselves set adrift in a personal hell without a sense of comprehension as to what kicks.
Win or learn is the mindset, my friend. By sharing this text on the web I make conscious what was sub-implanted and thus liberate my inner realms and energetics from the presence and influence of those who were mentioned (and not, but linked) to all of this manipulation, suppression and degradation as I take the time to attest that I am an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest as flesh via my consciousness and thus reject anything that attempts to mess with my coherency and resonance as the embodiment of optimal health, abundance and wealth. Especially via the use of those cheap parlor tricks like hypnosis, sex, blood magick and the array of demons you keep on deck and rituals as well.
Consent, not. Do I.
Till we meet again
