They say the best place to hide is right in front of their eyes aka subterranean, by design. Have you ever pondered why we, as a race, are quick to map the skies and attempt to extend past the wiles of gravity whilst our own seas remain untouched? What if the same scheme was applied to your mind? What then? Well, I’m here to say that is exactly how it is because whilst most may swim through time like water and a fish there is a select, the 8%, who choose themselves and comprehend this entire realm takes place inside their awareness and thus they are far more powerful than they suspect. Let me explain it like this:
Imagine your life was vinyl disc upon which was etched the spikes and pits of the times and climes you’d visit. The needle is dropped in and the diamond tip causes the tracks to sing. With me so far? Now, if we’re half way through the performance does that mean the old songs are “dead”? Of course not. In that respect the younger you, the true Self, is also present and correct but keeping this hid means the tills ring, no end.
Subterranean, by design.
As I sit here, pushing the pen, I really wonder if there is any point in sharing this perspect as a) most will never be dealt the had I’ve had and b) fewer still will be able to play it to win whilst the biggest c) is most give not a single F as they’re too busy running the treadmill and thus take in a very, very narrow bandwidth of their true potential with the rest hidden as stress which is placed, where else, just below their neck aka the home of the Pane Body. To escape this realization man will do some pretty zany things but soon having sex with robots will top the bill and anyone who says different will be seen as a reincarnation of Hitler himself as peoples semi synthetic humanoid companions make beasts of men by allowing them to indulge their whims with a recreation that feasts, yet again, on their consciousness…
Subterranean, by design. I wondered what I would find if turned off the light and looked within to source my own illumination and what came can only be described as harrowing as the demons of Hell were unleashed, real quick, by the necromancers at the helm that will soon be selling the same illusion to the rest via the seeming progress of tech and its escapism of their own creation. If you were dead and believed it were a gift, heaven sent, anyone who attempted to contradict the official script must be seen as a madman, yes? And yet if you look around at the world and people therein tell me they aren’t varying degrees of miserable underneath countless coping mechs? Subterranean, by design…
Its almost like you must be willing to look backwords to live forewards as things have been twisted and presented, so slick, that it suggests the inmates, long ago, took over this asylum that floats in the abyss for their own intent and purpose. What if that was, as a I suspect, energy manipulation? Check this:
Each child that steps in has a packed lunch, if you will, designed to keep them filled and content on a school trip some place else. The teacher, being devious, wants to keep all of them for himself and thus says “Give them to me for safekeeping and I’ll hand them out when its time for eating“. He doesn’t do this. Instead he lures the kids into a state of trance and implants tales in their heads which said they ate, real well, and it was quite delicious. The children do whats needed, go home and relay what was said. The next day the same Game is played but none of the parents are questioning why their seeds are so thin and malnourished whilst the teacher is seeming obese from how well he’s eating.
That, in a nutshell, is what I suspect is happening in this realm at the present but if you were one of the kids in a state of hypnosis how exactly would you tell you’re not actually eating but being convinced of it instead by a loop back reference to another event when you actually were dining?
The same scam plays out on many levels ranging from plastic surgery to change the feels via what others see on their screens as well as the whole masked existence which begets this as it keeps ramping up the initial schism to new depths which are then mined, merciless. Subterranean, by design, as this is where one finds the best of the rest and its a place most, themselves, will never, ever check. Those who did were called Shamans, once upon a when, and a lot of what they said bears a striking resemblance to what I, my Self, discovered and share via my exegesis. This is why I wonder if second hand gnosis is as much use as a man on island full of lesbos which may actually turn out to populated by… Well, I guess you’ll have to read the text as I don’t wish to spoil it. On the one hand you have an urge to conform and fit in with the rest and yet there is another axis which says:
“Be you, be real and scream “Never again will there be another me!“”. To which tech says:
“Hey, how about this for a duplicate?” as they pimp your algorithm. Really ponder the implications of this at depth and where we sit, at this moment, and tell me if madness doesn’t describe it best as the lines between fake and real get increasingly thin as well as the entire spectrum of gender and classifications therein. Mere obfuscation, in the end, as the Soul is beyond such compartmentalization but realization of this is best kept hidden by placing it just under the surface as who is willing to dig? Better yet, why is it always X that marks this and what is the true meaning of this symbol and its links to the eternal question of Y that is soon felled with a Z before doing it all again? Is that why thirteen is seen as wicked whereas one to twelve are accepted as retreads of a path safe and predictable?
Subterranean, by design. This is why you can’t see whats rite in front of your eyes and no, that isn’t a mistake in the spells as these cursive aspects are sent with said intent. Do the Knowledge, my friend. If not in the flesh, then when? When you get mindwiped and slammed back in for another spin? Who, exactly, is eating these lunches, I’m wondering? Better yet, who keeps on sending the prophets another kills then turns into profitable institutions for conflict and manipulation via the use of their adherents imaginations as weapons against them? Ooh, we’re getting deep into the mix. Oh yes, that much is certain. Is it worth the effort or is what I’m saying simply so far beyond the ken of those plugged in that it seems like mere world salad? I guess all I can do is sprinkle the seeds and see which roses crack the pavement of the garden that once dwelled within but is now turned to an urban environment instead…
Subterranean, by design. Its whats underneath that is of interest as that is the cause and this realm an effect. Comprehend this, Slave, and the chains they placed around your neck and limbs become Self evident because if you stop jogging on the treadmill and actually take in your environment you’ll notice its a synth so they’re selling fakes to fakeness and calling it authentic. Can you see how deep the Game is, my friend? So much of what they present to you as fiction is actually the truth and the flip is what they implement so you need to know if you’re attempting to scratch and itch on a photo instead of your own flesh which only exists here, now, in the present. Its a gift, dare ye unwrap it? What if it manifests draped in fears and things that make you sweat and anxious? What then? What if thats the trick and keeps you plumbing the depths of the subterranean to spot how you’ve been pimped and I broke through the decep and came back to tell the rest?
What is the point though, I’m wondering. If your life is pretty pleasant and your coping mechs are unchecked plus you’re attuned to a false resonance the rest accept them there is no reason to go against the grain of what works, yes? That is how they set the trap and bait it as well for the flesh is designed to seek pleasure and avoid pain plus your Opponent knows ye well, real well, and this allows the upper hand as they then deal from a stacked deck in a crooked establishment with plenty of fine print that remains unread so they can fleece from one life to the next. Those who have a negative spin are jacked into a higher level of this operation and are rewarded for their cooperation. The ones who are positive and just trying to be decent and get ahead are totally ignorant of the division, deception and desecration of their inner realms. That leaves 8% who are neutral and thus hold the potential to be Centered in Self aka beyond good and evil. This opens the Vertical Axis and its along this doth ping so many madman, mystics and poets as its a vastly expanded vantage that, once upon a when, was quite common in this realm. Then man fell as the sky, crumbled and things were never the same again…
Why are there so many “myths” and “legends” around this realm that all point at the same thing? That a catastrophic event did kick that led to people etching petroglyphs of what they saw overhead and then, what do you know it, we have a load of new religions that use an “AH” sound for reference whilst looking toward the heavens? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Know what you’re up against as the Opponent is slick and his operatives appear human but are entirely different within. Take it away, architect:
Till we meet again
