I am at a point where I can look at my own life with such a profound sense of disconnection that it makes zooming in and out of the fractal of consciousness quite essential as its only when one lets go that you gain everything ergo I am actually more linked than I’ve ever been. In other words, in but not of this world. There are so many layers and depth to this that I genuinely think it may be pointless to speak on the topic as most people have trouble getting to grips with the life they live let alone the rest of the planet, their lineage, how and why there is a dimension, what the implication of this is, why the numinous doth manifest as man via what they call consciousness as well as the many alternative versions of Self one can step in and out of (at whim) if you possess the correct resonance. Actually, its the latter I think most can grip so lets unwrap it:
The dangers of being influenced by inferior people are so immense that its a thing of legend. They say no man is an island but then would you prefer to be shipwrecked, alone, with a vivid imagination and abundant natural resources or stuck in the brig with a slick ass clique that was constantly plotting and planning on depriving you of the little bit of sanity you possess? Choose well, my friend, as it can make all of the difference. In many ways we all must pick one of these options and its why, since time immemorial, there have been those who have wandered far from the madness of crowds, quite possibly found enlightenment and then when quietly on with their trek out of this realm. Some, out of empathy, came back first to lace some Game on the rest and we killed them. Isn’t that strange? Worth pondering at least, methinks. Do you?
All of my life I was surrounded by what folks would term the criminal element. I didn’t think of them like this. They were just the folks around the bricks who were sick of being impoverished and did whatever kicked to hit a lick. Not that any were really rich. Most just hustled to pay the bills or keep ahead of their addictions. Some did it for the thrill and others because they enjoyed violence and this meant they found a way to monetize their fists. Strange place, the hood. Anyway, it is what it is for a wide eyed jit coming up in all of this who never thought it odd how he’d sprint home from school to go and play with the drug dealers as his mother requested. Whilst others were learning about maths and such things I was watching how to stretch profits from a flip and the innate skill involved in a rip aka confidence trick as well as surprising them with being amazing at the art of kiting. For those that don’t know:
A “kite” is a cheque that has naught backing it. See, back when, there were slips of paper you signed that had to match the name on the plastic and thus you could swing in to a place, deposit these digits and walk out with goods and services for which you’d paid nothing. The tough part was making the signature effortless as it had to sync with what presents on the authentic. This is where I come in. See, one day, they’d found a page that was apparently going to be an amazing score but the name was so difficult that they simply couldn’t rep it. A paper slip was laced with scribbles and there sat the plastic so I grabbed it, on a whim, and hammered the duplication. The cheers and adulation were immense as they said “How the hell did you do that, kid?”. “Its simple” I told them as I broke down how by looking at the feltsensed shape of the letters you could tell in which way was the emphasis, how the hand was held and where the pressure lifts etc. “Then you just trace whats in your head”. “Whats in your head” they said, perplexed, until I showed them by breaking it down to the components. “That is amazing” he said. “Tell me what you want, anything, and I’ll get it when we go shopping”. “Really?” responded I, totally unaware of the significations of what I’d just Witnessed. “He’s got a bright future, this kid, stick around and things are bound to get interesting” said one a decade older than me, yet still fresh out of his teens…
I didn’t join their clique, nor any of the others that asked for my pledge since then. Why? I can’t say. Well, I did, in that article but lets call it intuition instead and keep it simple. Like how I could step into the mindset of one who pushed the pen and think like they did as they etched their sig in this example. These were the same skills that, later, would help people not offline their lives, break out of depression and generally become most excellent as well as many other things as the empathy and compassion overspills to uplift one sank to the depths. But, you know the hood, it corrupts everything. Wink, wink.
That, in a nutshell, is the dangers of being influenced by inferior people exemplified real well as there is always an element of ignorance, something new and different, no true oversight or guidance and a sense of abandonment that is filled with a vibration, incorrect. It was a Pattern that was to repeat for decades until I finally started spotting it and choosing different options. Its interesting though how at a few times since these events I would go totally blank, disconnect, and drop off the circuit. Nobody could find me when I didn’t want to be pinged and those times would usually be spent in the most intense introspection. Soon, however, old habits would kick and I’d be back in my element. Hopefully, from this example, you may have spotted the inferior resonance that presents in your life as well. It may be much more subtle and that is all the more corrosive. Some people have bad relationships from which it seems they can’t disconnect as the other person hits a switch or has a hook in them. There is actually an intense truth to this but, in the end, its your consciousness and thus your decision on some level. Do the Knowledge, my friend, it pays immense dividends and sure beats ignorance in the end.
The simple truth of all of this is you can either have good or bad friends in this realm. The problem is, as always, one of awareness as the latter can dress and present as the former whilst those who are truly genuine and wish the best you may detest as they call you out on your BS as they wish to see you progress. Do you see how intricate, yet simple, this all is? Its one of the reasons I suggest one refrain from telling fibs because before they drip from your lips they’ve already saturated your own consciousness via the pernicious influence of (false) self deception that kicks as standard equip in 81% of the plebs. Some of these destructive relationships can be your own parents as I’ve spoken of in previous missives as its a Dark and Bright thing depending on your Souls resonance as some of the best are sent in to the worst situations to bring a correction. As you can imagine those who dwell in this element like nothing more than bringing you to their level and then deflecting your mission and this, I suspect, is why a lot of people feel something quite important is missing from their life and its a calling. One you can only hear from within as no minister, billboard or celeb can ever tell you your purpose and that is why some time alone is essential.
“Whats the matter? Being antisocial again? Your phone doesn’t ring, no one knows where you live and you just upped and vanished without saying a thing” came the refrain upon bumping into an acquaintance after I’d ventured from my island of bliss back into the waters of darkness. Thing is, this time I could tell, real quick, who he was from the ship and what the true intent behind this was as they need to be close and link in order to exert an influence. Kind of like taking a frog and putting it into a pot, tepid. It will sit and take it in as it looks at its new surroundings. Turn it up in increments and it may soon spot some discomfort but won’t really do a thing, yet. But, if we remove it from this environment entirely and place it somewhere much more natural and then move it back to the second pot at its temp it will leap in an instant as Self preservation kicks in. Thats how they do it, my friend. It can be that you crave another hit of what she deals from between her legs, the familiar comfort of some friends that you met back when but never quite drew the link about how a straight A kid with a bright future in front of him started flipping bricks instead and running the pavements, on a whim, rather than just listening to lyrics saying the same things. Actually, that last one is dope so lets expound a bit:
As I said about the news and its resonance the same can be said about the rest as what is without is first made attractive within and once the poles shift its quite easy to lose your equilibrium as you’re consumed by consumption. The kid in example was your typical Mamas boy and played the role, real well, of a son husband as his real father left and she always said “You’re the man of the house, its me that you protect, its us against them in the end. We are whats important” and other such things. As you’d expect this lead to a really unbalanced upbringing in which he was wildly sheltered and ruthlessly exploited in the same instance but loud rap lyrics were his salvation. When she complained he said “Its just entertainment!” and pointed to his straight As as proof he was making the grade. Uni time came and she wanted him to stay near but he had his sights far ahead and, for the first time, declined her request as he got the spot that he’d picked. Not long after getting fresh and discovering the thrills of letting loose, off the hinge, he met those he’d move in with who came from the ends. They not only took but dealt as well and with him had a link to a different type of clientele and that is how it went as the studies did dip but the rest engrossed him.
Now, in this example, there is something very interesting as what was repressed, back when, came out distorted but is it better to be genuine and incorrect than pious and faking it? Its the point in the mid for which the Warrior is striving as the rest is but illusion but many will not get this ergo when one is beyond good and evil then a new res kicks in and we see with a higher lens but many fall at the first hurdle instead and set up an encampment as they point at a mess and say “Yep, me, I am this!” with a grin. No discussion needed or permitted. Anyone who contradicts is an infidel and they offer no tolerance for anything that differs from what they etched in their consciousness. In that respect the one who truly wants to help them will falsely be encoded as an opp but those who further their ignorance are seen as the best and that opens up a whole tin filled with some pretty devious worms that may just be serpents. Can you see why that sense of disconnection is essential, my friend? Otherwise the power of emotions and their propellant can have you hurtling down a reality tunnel in the wrong direction and the saddest part is you could have stopped it at any instant as all of this takes place in your awareness and realizing this is an immense threat to those at the helm hence why I request you do the Knowledge as without it how can you tell what is genuine and the rest that pretend as they offer artful deceptions instead?
There is a decent rule of thumb I’d like to share and it goes like this:
If ever anyone ever says something that makes you feel triggered or on edge there is something authentic therein that should be examined. For example, the student didn’t instantly leap into flipping pills and potions. It was only when his developing manhood was questioned by his new so called friends as they were planning a trip on the train to London to collect a fresh batch, flown in, and they wanted him to carry it as he was white and thus the least likely to arouse suspicion. “Nah, nah, nah leave him. He’s a studio gangster. He can’t live these lyrics, just let him be a good little nerd. Mamas boy is all he is, don’t worry I’ll handle it. Who comes through ten times out ten?” said the ringleader in question to the hoots and cackles of his coven who were high fiving him and yelling his name in unison. As you can imagine this caused immense regress which brings frustration and aggression raging to the surface in need of vents and thus he volunteers because he wants to be the man and have them praising him which, if you think, is simply a pole flip of his childhood and thus misses the mid. After that it was swiftly downhill as they kept repeating the same old Pattern which had him getting addicted to what he was shifting and when he did the mathematics he was making way more with the pills than the career he was training so it made no sense to sit in a class, half dozing, after a night of hitting licks, skins and the occasional brass knuckle incidents as well. “And you used to be such a good boy as well” said his mother, with disappointment, when they met. Do you think she’d ever, ever, ever accept that she was actually the cause of this? What of the child? What are the odds that one who pulled the curtain from his lids to the see the inner coping mechs would be embraced as a true friend and not a hater, hating, at a young man, shining, in his induced element which is mildly ironic considering what he was studying…
The formula has infinite depth but is remarkably simple as well. Comprehending it is quite difficult and yet, when you get, you’ll wonder how the hell so many people miss it as they live, die, repeat from one suit to the next in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits as this is but a simple exposition of the dangers of influence by the inferior element and how one must learn to discern in order to evade the tricks. If this has sparked something within then I encourage you to push the pen because the future is yours, my friend, so do something about it and the first step is realizing your position in order to build an elevation as those who are dregs need first to pull you to their level and then commence leeching your resonance as they themselves cannot ascend and whilst this may be difficult – hence the importance of isolation and being totally honest with your Self – the rewards can be immense because one of the best things about this stage is transcendence is possible which means the ultimate liberation is quite close at hand for most Souls plugged in but only if they’re willing to do the Knowledge and find that quiet spot within that I’ve termed the golden circle which is the way they came in and thus only exit from this realm as he who dwells there is neither red nor blue shift, feels oddly disconnected and yet totally present as you view without attachment and realize you are neither the flesh, the story in your head or voice, speaking.
He who remains constant from one life to the next, awake or in bed and any permutations you can imagine as it is solid in a world ever changing for its a manifestation of the Prime, the pre-existing that is, apparently, worshipped by many religions as something outside of them and called by science “The hard problem” aka consciousness. You are it, my friend, and all of this realm and its inhabitants are taking place inside it ergo you are far, far more powerful than you suspect or have been led to believe in ignorance. The Slave accepts this. The Warrior takes the base resonance and, like a true alchemist, unleashes the gold within and elevates his awareness via his true resonance with the all of everything who has no name, no official texts and never said a thing but makes all possible. Superior are they who are one with the way and the rest, in ignorance, are inferior and this is an option the world keeps well hid whilst making the latter seem attractive because we are beings of resonance and thus its quiet difficult, like a frog in the kitchen, to flip the script when we’re begging for acceptance and validation. Why not be like Napoleon and place your own crown upon thine head but to get to this step one must first fight the battle within which is best termed individual gnosis vs collective ignorance and that brings its own resonance hence why elevation and transcendence are essential and these are anathema to this stage where its all about trends and linking in to the most basic resonance. Why? Why else? So they can unleash Techno Sapiens instead as the Control, Alter and Delete program kicks in, as promised. “In this sign conquer” aka the image at the head of this article as everything is talking.
Are you listening? No? Well, your phone is… And, by the way, the internet is a weapon designed to warp your subconscious as its another fine, military grade production that was unleashed upon the population to push forward the script that intends to make androids of men. Get the picture?
Till we meet again
