Somebody once said:
“Is this world a broken mirror? Like reality inverted?” as we were talking about why we have eyes in our head but things only tend to make sense in retrospect hence the “If I knew then” mindset. Actually, we were speaking on resolution as I’d mentioned that you always, always, always get a subtle hint that condenses as its manifests and you can, if you possess the awareness, change the resonance into something more acceptable. Granted, this was beyond his ken and he preferred to find ways to create imaginary problems that meant he had to take no action whereas I look at life as a constant negotiation with a hustler of consciousness that plays an amazing Opponent always trying to get one over on his Victims. His best trick? Convincing 8 billion Souls that they are not only human or that script in their head but also that voice that tells them what to do is so totally identified with that they miss the subtle truth:
How can they be it when they are obviously that which listens?
AHA!
Innerstand backwords to live forewards.
No, those are not spelling mistakes. They’re corrections fresh from a Warriors lexicon with the intent of changing your resolution because we are naught but stories made flesh ergo words are important so it behooves on to note what was said, back when, and how it relates to the present moment as that contains the gift we’ll be unwrapping by innerstanding aka becoming Centered in Self. Once this kicks you can ward off any unpleasant manifestations via the use of your awareness as this all takes place inside your head and that, my friend, is my perspect in a nutshell.
Now, granted, simplicity is often hard to implement. Especially when you consider it took two solid decades and change of near total influence to make you like this. The pressure didn’t relent. From the two words uttered by your parents that ruined your inner realms along with a great many other vagaries and stress as various forces competed to take the seat in your head and make you forget your chest and its true resonance. This is the battle of Inner Sense versus Adulteration and it manifests via our history of bloodshed and, on a personal level, your own level of discomfort in your skin as who can claim to truly and unconditionally accept themselves at the present? Not many. Especially not on the web where dreams are for sale and there are filters popping out of the rear end. Literally as some of these girls have the walls warping with their own reality distortion field. And yet, people buy in. Weird, isn’t it?
Remember, someone else could push our buttons but the reaction comes from within ergo doesn’t it make sense when I said you’re interacting with figments of your imagination? Probably not, yet, but once you’ve lived the lyrics and felt the shift you can’t help but grin at how cleverly the simulation reduces its runtime processing via such slick camera tricks. On the topic of Inner Sense and Adulteration it pulls a similar grift as the former is akin to a WAV in that it contains the full data spectrum of potential resonance whereas the latter doth compress your consciousness by referring back to other instances instead of taking in what is fresh at the moment. For many, reading, the gnosis would’ve kicked at why they can’t truly describe the difference between childhood and now but it most certainly is felt. This, my friend, is why many Warriors grin at the familiar newness as they ease back into the Inner Sense after having ejected the imposter from the throne, slain the demons of their mental realms and came up against forces that most Thunk don’t exist but schizos and mystics wrestle with on the reg. The madman believes them as independent whereas the Warrior comprehends they use his energetics and under each presence is a fear, dread or coping mech and that by innerstanding backwords he gets to live forewords as each step on the Path of Power creates greater resonance and this uplifts ones consciousness along the Vertical Axis, far beyond this realm. And its always an option.
Wild, isn’t it? How billions have lived and died in near total ignorance of their magnificence. If that doesn’t make one question the intent at the helm then maybe pondering on who keeps sending the prophets they kill will help the illumination kick as that is only found by wandering into the darkness, my friend. “Here dwell monsters” said the sign, written in the shaky hand of the child within. Why not push the pen and ask them if what I said makes sense? As I’ve said, you should not follow me but I’d be glad if you walked beside for a bit so we could kick the ballistics because if one man does an imperiment it could be a delusion but if others repeat it and feelsee similar things then we may just be onto something. And then those poor schizos will no longer need to be doped up to the gills and kept in isolation in case their eyes (that don’t see illusions) infect the rest with a perspect that was heavily suppressed from this realm since a certain force ascended…
Life on Earth wasn’t always like this. Oh no. But then the sky fell so maybe that is what he meant by a broken mirror as its true the outer reflects the in and its predictable rhythms were used to crown Kings and other major things so if what you set your clock by says “Bye!” and starts doing mighty strange things I’ll let you guess what the tales of dragons and warring gods actually meant. In many ways the Game is quite strange because this realm is, at once, heaven and hell but are states of your inner terrain that manifest as the life you live. Some know the cheat codes and play them well. Others don’t and suffer, no matter how pious they are and prayers they send. The universe feels oddly neutral until it clicks that only he who is resonant with this is Centered in Self and thus in alignment to get the best of everything otherwise the connection is severed. I guess that is why they constantly pimp the red and blue shift and how a tiny percent of the planet controls and owns everything. Are you seeing the trick? No? Well, picture this:
Lets say everyone has a free delivery arranged in which they get a full bottle of universal elixir hand delivered to their doorstep each day. Upon rising you sip this, feel invigorated and get to singing and dancing your way through life. Somebody, somewhere, doesn’t like this. He scopes out the town and sees who is like him and sets to stoking their enviousness. He tells them:
“Would you like a double serving? What I propose is this. Each day we’ll get up, real quick, and lift the bottles from our neighbors then split what we get among the clique”. He pulls out a long list of people, some rich and illustrious, who are in on the grift and you can’t help but notice the police captain is named as well. He says, with a wink:
“You could say the fix is in, so what do you say?“. Now you pick up that if you don’t accept that means your elixir will soon go missing and thus feel you have no choice but to dive in. Soon there is an “epidemic” of thefts and the Feds are “Baffled as to whats causing it”. The operation gets so slick that, after a few gens, people stop complaining and get used to life without it. In secret, however, this team are rolling in abundance but because they’re fueled by such immense greed the oceans of elixir they bathe in makes absolutely no difference and thus they set their eyes on other things. “Why not?” they think, with one intent, as this scam worked so well.
The world you’re living in is the one they built. Bend the knee, kiss the ring, we’ll make you a celeb, actor or someone with influence as they control all the money thats fit to print and set up false divisions among pretend kingdoms that get real people killed. And for what? A piece of ribbon with some metal? Wild, isn’t it? Probably mad disrespectful to some but thats only cos they’re invested in the narrative they cling to like a drowning man a brick…
Innerstand backwords to live forewards, my friend. Had you done the Knowledge you could have raised a great counter argument from wisdom but I refuse to engage with those who bask in ignorance and, worse still, never stopped to examine the reality tunnel they’re digging or where its heading. “Who is the architect? To what end?” are questions that simply don’t pop into their heads because they weren’t on the test. Maybe if they sipped the elixir, they’d get it because Spirit is quite intelligent and when it clicked the pilferers lifting from doorsteps they decided to wire a direct line in but it only functions when one stands in the golden circle. This is why children glow upon stepping in and, by around six, that starts to ebb as someone switched the sun for a lightbulb instead and can’t wait to send a bill.
Innerstand backwords to live forewards. Are you starting to comprehend the breadth of this deception and how you, in the end, are complicit in your own oppression from one life to the next unless you choose to do the Knowledge because then you too may discover that what you were seeking without was always within. Its just a case of alignment but one glimpse at peoples posture, habitual tension and overall presence yells they are so far out of sync but then the question is:
“In what are they resonance with?”.
Take it away, architect:
Its a huge cosmic wheeze to these geezers as they class you as less than human for falling for it because if you go to buy milk and someone sells you water with chalk in that you drink and exclaim “Delicious!” then you deserve what you get. On the flip if you crack said thing over head and yelled “I don’t know who you think you’re chumping, punk, but I ain’t he” you watch them bend the knee as they fawn over thee. Of course, once you’re gone, they’ll plot some type of revenge as their strength is in a team, hidden, that moves quietly and, as illustrated, their ranks have both high and low where all get fried on a pilfered glow. I guess thats the show, or Game, on this stage. Whoops! You’ve just peered behind the curtain you weren’t supposed to examine. Ah well, it is what it is as I give not an F about them but am concerned about the rest who fell for such an elegant deception that ensnares them from one life to the next. What? You thought death was the end? Guess again! This same parlor trick is played in another octave, much like a Matrix within a Matrix. By the way, in the flick, did you know thats what Zion is? Maybe Doestrick would be a better name as they have one phase for those who oscillate where set and another for those who question the narrative. Both are illusions, in the end and the supreme truth is that without a Soul to harvest the rest is pointless and, quite possibly, wouldn’t even exist.
Isn’t that an immense strength? Have you ever wondered why you don’t feel that powerful? Could you be being fed upon by a predator of consciousness? If so, how could you tell? Innerstand backwords to live forewards and you may just find that still, quiet place in the mid I’ve termed the golden circle. Now, I know for some reading the temerity of what I’ve said is akin to slapping them in the dish, calling them stupid and saying everything they believe in is incorrect and that is why only 8% of the realm are truly capable of doing the Knowledge because they may either already be broken or still curious enough to check the narrative and see if the drapes match the curtains or if its all a fable designed to lure them in via artful deception that was imparted upon one, impressionable. This is why breakdowns can often be breakthroughs, my friend, and why the so called schizo actually sees via a clearer lens as those stealing from your doorstep are invisible but felt, none the less:
“Get off my back”.
“She is a pain in the neck”.
“I don’t know what came over him. He’s like a totally different person“.
As well as the sense of sitting, alone in the crib, and having a definite feeling of a presence looking in your direction. What about the old invisible spiders web where it seems like you’ve walked into something but reach up and find nothing on your dish? The random chill that seems to feel more than a temperature thing as you bones vibrate at their depths at the odd sensation? How about the all time classic of a child, yelling in bed, that a monster is under their bed as their tired parents invalidate what they said and sush them to rest whilst their adrenals are blasting and heart, thundering. Last but not least, what do you think your feline friend is staring at when she stops cleaning and tracks something moving through one wall, across the room, and out of the next? More to heaven than dreamt, my friend. Plenty more in hell as well because all of that is here, now, this realm.
Do the Knowledge. Prove me incorrect and you may just learn a little something about Self on the way as these strong opinions are loosely held which means I still retain my flex along with Soul glow as well and not a fabricated alternative of false illumination which demands nothing more or less than your divine connect to gain access to a counterfeit. Resolution, resolution, resolution. Blind men can’t see it.
Till we meet again
