There are so many people engaged in so many farces, illusion and gaslighting that, naturally, one who sips the true brew and then does the taste test with what they sell will yelp:
“What the Faka-Cola is this mess?“.
Thats why they usually kill them. Not so for the next few as there is a time coming where man will have a chance to flip the script as the deceptions will be laid on in ways so intense that even the blind will question the narrative and what it says. This will, of course, make the man behind the curtain of your ignorance twitch with frustration because lies and force are the tools he knows best and they’ve worked for the decep for thousands of years and billions of Souls. Yours included. I say that as it takes an immense humility to admit you feel for a confidence trick that ensnared generations but, thankfully, there are cracks in the Matrix that will let the true light shine in.
You can put this perspect to test with a simple question that gives not an F about your faith (or lack therein) and investment in symbols/narratives. Ready?
Who keeps sending the prophets and with what intent?
Really ponder this, at depth, as you do the Knowledge and tell me your conclusion because, the way I see it, it goes like this:
We have here, now, Earth as it is. Billions of Souls wandering around like its another day at the office. Some are miserable, others doped up to the gills with coping mechs and distractions and very, very few who actually question the narrative without sounding like they need turbans made of foil, tinned. They believe various things and these often generate conflict. Enamored with a web they never questioned who spins they use this tool of connection to find ever greater reasons for division as communities form and split in which the “Us against them” mindset is normalized, super quick. Anyone who doesn’t goosestep exactly as intended is worse than Hitler himself and considering how most of the chronically online are a bit socially maladjusted this engenders a very rigid mindset that brooks no discussion. This, as I’m sure you can guess, is very easily manipulated and moderated as groupthinks brain level is that of a four year old kid.
Now lets pretend there is a place I call the Prime, the pre-existing. You can say this is home and we’re here, on Earth, as vacation. Or maybe a camp of concentration from which we should seek emancipation instead of attempting to decorate our cells the best and impress the rest of the denizens. Deeper topic. This place is what many don’t believe, on this stage of the Game, as they think “Heaven is an idiots fairy tale. I want mine in the flesh” and, in a sense, they are correct.
In between we have the link which could equate to the planes, trains and automobiles you use to take the trip. That, in nutshell, is it. I posit that the way here was so harrowing and fraught with stress that most balk at the idea of taking the same trek again and this state of ignorance is stage managed by those who own and operate that realm which wraps around the Third Dimension. Actually, lets run it back again but with another lens:
There is a cloud that floats, high overhead. Its made of pure consciousness. You are it and it is thee. One day the scales of potential tip and you and your newly forming friends start dipping and accelerating in a rate thats immense. “Wheeeeee!” you scream, as you discover what will become “Me”. This water fools and pools so you all interlink as one says “Its just like the cloud, but different”. Suddenly a scoop dips and pours the liquid into a bowl which is etched with the words “Sit still, look ahead” and, before you know it, you’re frozen solid and thus scared to melt.
That is another way of saying what I just said as the Prime is the cloud, the air trip the rain that felt as one became aware of Self and the waters that flowed with pristine Inner Sense were you at your best before they were Adulterated and flash frozen. Just like there are many ways into this mess there is only one way out of this realm:
Coherence.
That means the snowman must be willing to melt but that can only happen when an intense light shines on it and makes its sweat. For the ignorance he inherited that feels like death is calling as all he knows is form and function so he turns to those who froze him and says “Help”. So they turn down the temps and make life more intense as the familiar numbness creeps back in. Getting back to the holiday example:
You and the Prime are one and, in many ways, you never left that realm as here, being human, is the equivalent of swooshing a teacup around the head of a landlocked Bedouin and telling him tales of the oceans. If you flew him to and let nature do its thing he’d comprehend in a way far more intense and that gnosis makes me wonder why I bother extending these articles into the collective subconscious because a part says “This is about as much help as being a man on an island of lesbians” whilst another rebuts with “Yeah, you would say that because you built the illusion and profit from the ignorance using tools of extraction“. What do I mean? This:
You, pure, whole, coherent, take a trip that frazzles the crap out of you with stress and things as you’re chopped, clipped, rearranged and paced during nine months of orientation that develops the vessel you’ll use in this realm. The Earthday Suit, I call it and, if you’re wondering, there is another aspect (hidden within) termed the Pane Body which is the root cause of your problems. So, that consciousness is not created by the flesh but hyperconducted by it instead. Without a form its called a ghost or spirit and its why, when they’re around, you feel an intense sense of being stared at (by nothing) as well as, often, a chill. That we’ll examine at length, elsewhen, just sprinkling the seeds of gnosis that you can either water or reject. Once you are here the programming begins, real quick. Remember, you dwell in a state that is open as its made to bloom but that will soon fold in. After that its more and more of this until you’re dead but the Agents will not relent and thus you keep getting suckered in for another spin hence the mindwipe effect.
Some folks, back home, are waiting for you to check in as you were going for a small trip but its been absolutely ages. They are concerned and when they ask the reps they show the itinerary which says you’ve signed an extension so they shake their head and let things rest. Some just don’t quit as you and them made an arrangement which said:
They are called the prophets. As you can now probably guess the Agents are what kills them, perverts their teachings and makes their followers fight among themselves about who said or did that or this when none of them actually have what it takes to pass the exit. Thats called gnosis, my friend. The ones that comprehended this, back when, were murdered, real quick, and had their testament struck from the record. I have been seeking the way home for lifetimes and in this quest I have had so many attempts to hand deliver death I stopped counting and gained a “Win or Learn” mindset instead. I am not saying you should follow me, quite the opposite. Tear the argument to shreds but also consider it at depth beyond a knee jerk reaction prompted by that voice in your head which, you guessed it, is a manifestation of the Agents which follows and hijacks the same principle of hyperconduction that beams your resonance from the Prime to the flesh to generate a sense of “Me-ness” that started as the purple rains fell then pooled and condensed before they were told to “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the rest or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection” which set you up to run the treadmill.
This world hates true spirituality. Actually, it just detests the genuine hence the upsurge in fakeness where people yelp if you question their deception and the whole groupthink thing. It takes a wise mind to entertain a concept that is in opposition of what it was taught to accept, back when, but thats the challenge, my friend. We are all prophets, in that respect who get corrupted into seeking profits instead as we exploit others as ruthlessly as our Self. I mean, read this article for a great example of how you’re, quite literally, whipping your own rear end like a rented mule on a pleasure trip thanks to an intelligent deception that pimps your ignorance to keep the Agents well fed as “gods” among men. You are the same, my friend, but in the grip of amnesia ergo the schizo is one who truly gets it hence many of them calling themselves reincarnations of Jesus etc.. with a message to spread. If you don’t believe then just question why nobody, not a single Soul, in this realm have ever, ever, ever stopped and said:
“Hold on a sec! Every single darn nutter, ever, from the incep of this thing to the present moment has always maintained that invisible things are messing with their head as they see that which doesn’t exist”.
Where is the scientific method for madmen? Doesn’t exist, I guess. Much like due process. “Do not pass Go or collect Two Hundred quid, instead here’s a depot injection in your rear end that will have you drooling on your Self watching daytime TV with the rest of the imbeciles who dared question the narrative so I’d advise you zip your lip because if you keep talking we’ll up the dosage”. Doesn’t that just reinforce their paranoid mindset as correct? Make that make sense and you’ll be doing the Knowledge, my friend. So, once again, in a nutshell what I’ve said is you left home, went on a trip, the flight was a mess and you were placed next to someone who kept elbowing you in the ribs as you were sat next to another guy, flatulent, who had the worst case of halitosis on record and couldn’t wait to show you his collection of rare cheese photographs (with Scratch N Sniff visions). On top of this your seat was broken, there were random babies crying, in sequence, the AC was busted and the turbulence, immense. And this was just the connecting flight and there were eight in total. After all of this you come to the flesh and discover the hotel you’re supposed to stay in is still being built and they ask you to get comfortable in the rubble as they erect your vessel. Finally, you arrive and land in a place that is cold, brightly lit and totally sterile. Into the grip of man, super stressed, who slaps you on the rear end then says:
As you, like a marine ship, gain a berth certificate when, a moment ago, you were in international waters that broke as you zipped down the canal and into the “Dock”tors grip. Thats another topic but, this too, you can test because let your post at home pile up for a bit and, on one side, place everything that says YOUR NAME in all capitals and the others in Mixed Case then open them. Isn’t it astounding how the blocks all have to do with ends (in the sense of finance) and the rest are junk mail and some mess? This, my friend, is a clue about the deception and how it all kicks but to comprehend the depth you’ll need to up your res by doing the Knowledge as I’m simply outlining a sketch that its up to you to implement as none but our Self can free our minds. As said by another prophet, that they killed dead. As I said, plenty are sent and none look as you expect but the message is constant:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
