Are you in the drivers seat of your reality or playing pretend, like Maggie in the Simpsons, whippin. Really think about this, my friend, as its a subtle, yet powerful difference when it comes to this Game we all play using our Souls as debt credits to wear the skin you’re using to decode the wavelength I send to your cerebellum. Peep:
Response-ability is free will. Without this, firmly in your grip, you’re simply playing pigeon in a world full of vultures. They say it takes a wolf to catch a wolf. When, in that case I am he they decreed that came to kill the illusions they peddle as wisdom to those who dwell with the plebs and forget they’re giants who’ve been trained, well, to kneel at the feet of midgets who wield magick tricks in order hack the Matrix and present as gods among men. You are the real, the authentic. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, made flesh. He hath no script, no religions and never said a thing which is why you hear me beg:
“Can you hear the Psylense?”.
If the source speaks and none listen as they’re too enamored with din then who is the problem? Better yet, if you accept all the decep and never reality test who is to blame in the end when they slip your Soul into fresh skin and send you back for another spin? How many times have you read this text? Take advantage and pay heed as I tell you, for free, that gnosis is within – much like the rest of this realm which is but a projection.
I am the constant, and variable as well which means I don’t react, I create instead so when they tried to fill me with hot lead I took it with a grin, ducked and dived then came up straight, in the mid, as that Path you create by taking steps is lit with an illumination, golden. Save the red and blue shifts, those ploys are no longer effective for one Centered in Self, ya underdig? This is where the buck stops. Here is where I draw the line. I’ve seen the higher realms that are resonant with Inner Sense and that makes me question, times ten, the intent at helm of not only the mind I once possessed but this entire dimension. The Shamans said the greatest trick they ever pulled was the old switcheroo trick in which they gave us their thoughts and made us sign on the X. How the hell can you be the voice that dictates in your head when you’re obviously what listens? A subtle yet important difference, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge as the only chance you get is whilst wearing flesh so how radical in this attempt are you willing to be in the quest for emancipation?
If it were all excrement and giggles then who sends the prophets they kill, stone dead, before creating the texts that make beasts out of me who’ll kill to protect… What exactly? Take it away, architect:
I am the constant, and variable as well which means I can’t get mad at thee as without the innerG being present within you wouldn’t ignite a thing in my consciousness ergo I offer you thanks instead for highlighting a weakness that I turn into a strength via the power of gnosis. The lotus blooms in the midst of the filth. Ye are it, my friend, and its this place thats a mess. Tell me I’m lying. That my words are mere fibs dressed in elegant rhythms that dance in your cerebellum as you decode what I pitch to the chosen who choose themselves…
Dreams of freedom often have rude awakenings hence its best to make your request whilst strapped with a stick and don’t hesitate to empty the clip and do unto them what they intend to your flesh but on the spiritual level instead. What do I mean by this? Don’t ask me. Do the Knowledge. Get the answers from your Self as second hand enlightenment is as much use as a stiff prick on an island filled with lesbians. How did we get into this mess? Well, thats something to do with the turtles that extend, into the distance. Heroes in a half shell, yes? What will take to crack your melon to comprehend you were born to be spherical and not a cubic remix, my friend?
The nutters get me, as well as those not in sync with this universal stench that reeks of badness because it sells good as wack and any flip, imagined. What you accept can and will be used as a weapon in the Game which is why its best to reality test by pushing all the limits. Set your own mark and enforce it. Whats the worst that can happen? Oh, I know. You might actually start living instead of pretending as you step the treadmill which hands you a list of boxes you simply must tick. Thats the trick, thats the trick, my friend. Play the playa and pimp the pimp. Thats how the gospel of the pavement is written as only those with less can glance at those in mansions with a sense of disconnection as they wonder who etched the script that left them, begging, for a crumb when, back then, they stepped in feeling abundant. Ask the architect, he’ll spin you a yarn, real quick, as to who, what and when tarnished your Inner Sense and then read this text to comprehend how two words shattered your private realms. Is that doesn’t prove the basis of spells and magick then I don’t know what will…
They say one only is a success once they forgive their parents for the life they did inflict. They Knew not what they do but did it, regardless. The wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in. That is the blueprint that was etched via the tools of the architect in order to gradually make beasts of men as Siri isn’t your friend for she covets your eyes which hold the iris that she spells… Techno Sapiens are waiting in the wings. Oh, what a heady drink when silicon mixes in with the carbon you’re wearing. The Game of Souls has you, my friend, and its teeth plus claws are red as they may dress in lambskins but only so the wolf is hidden. Not from vision. I see through the pretense and tricks as I comprehend the shadows depth. Ironically, this is thanks to them ergo Win or Learn is the mindset.
What is the most important thing you’ve heard thus far in your adventure in the flesh? How much did it contradict your previous reality tunnel? Did it stop you from digging or did you pretend not to comprehend the earth shattering significance it presented to your awareness? In that respect I’m another thee and these lyrics I kick simply place into words what you won’t hear from Self. Take advantage, my friend, for this is my last spin in this realm ergo do the Knowledge is what I sing from the top of a building that is rooted some place else. We came from hence then fell but they flipped the script and said monkeys evolved to be men when the truth is the devolution is evident to anyone who comprehends the matter with spirit.
Am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind as well? I guess you’ll be the tell, in the end, as all I’m here to do is kick the ballistics. Don’t follow me, walk alongside for a bit as we chop it up and link then take what works, ditch the rest and build your own paradigm with you firmly in the mid as this world feeds on attention so careful where you direct the most misused gift as the bill is expensive. Thats when people try to blame shift or start daydreaming instead without actually putting the work in…
If on one hand you react why not take a breath, rearrange and create instead? To me its a far wiser option as the alternative has you headbanging on a wall that won’t shift when there is also a door, present. Open it, reveal the gift. But what of the label that says “Danger. No admittance under penalty of death” so people daren’t step. Those who do can’t help but grin as they recollect they’re immortal, wearing flesh. In but not of this realm as the (false) self doth yelp:
“Please, feed me. Be scared of my commandments“.
No, no, no thank you. I took that class and aced it. My Soul is priceless and can’t be bought with all the money thats fit to print. You do your own thing, I’m simply telling you how I live. Did you ever click that that spell says “evil” when its flipped? Why is that? Never wondered? What if the programming language you use to comprehend yourself is, itself, corrupted? Garbage in, garbage out. Time for some recycling, methinks. Many will gnash and wail as breasts are rent. Save those elegant deceptions as, like a schizophrenic, I don’t fall for illusions that lie in front of my optics as my third eye vision penetrates the perspective tricks and holly wood laden spells as well. Close, but no cigar. My lungs are super fresh and my stomach digested the bitterness to reveal the elixir hidden within. Likes bees the queen reigns by taking advantage of the rest but when the hexagon is gone what shall spin on the axis of that planet, distant, we call Saturn at present?
Those are deeper topics and ones you must comprehend in order to come face to faceless with the Opponent and his endless deceptions. Maybe this is why a force sends prophets that all said:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
Sure, they used their own spin on things to get inside your head to prompt an exit back to the chest instead but these are the basics as we’re strangers in a strange realm. Go back the way you came, reclaim your Inner Sense, my friend, as the best tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim. There endeth the lesson so either let the words fade as you run the treadmill or stop, collaborate and listen, for a moment as you allow your Self to melt and up your vibration.
Till we meet again
