Its all a ride.
It really is.
You, right now, at this very moment are the main recipient of so many illusions that if you clicked the various facets that are spun together to create something which seems so solid but actually has a far more ephemeral basis the only sane response you’d beget is becoming schizophrenic. If you handled this immense influx of voltage you’d be well on your way to becoming a mystic and, no, that doesn’t mean just because you took a few trips with a guy who spent a week with a used tire salesman turned “shaman” (or maybe “sham man” be more accurate?) in the jungle during your “Getting to know yourself” phase before you came back to your suburban ensconcement that you know what I’m saying.
For the unprepared its terrifying. Akin to being strapped tightly to a rollercoaster that is running at full belt as it falls off the tracks, the ground starts rising upwards whilst the sun sets and lifts as it wishes and occasionally does a little jig as a group of demons flit in and out of your consciousness and whisper bitter somethings from their sneering lips looking suspiciously like clowns, painted, whilst you are still stuck to something that is moving along the initial trajectory in the midst of all this chaos as your entire frame of reference is skew whiff. “Houston, we have a problem”.
By this I don’t mean the exceedingly suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of an idol because everyone knows that if they want they’ll murder you on primetime, celebrate and get away with it as they laugh all the way to the bank with the publishing. Did you know that its worse for your health and safety being a singer than it is a copper in a town filled with problems? Speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Married to the mob, as they say. Ain’t nothing but an MCA thing, baby!
And by that I mean Money, Corruption and Addiction. The three headed beast thats felled many celebs and plenty of common men as well. But, that isn’t the topic, just a meandering diversion as we return to our scheduled deprogramming.
See, everyone is riding this rollercoaster. Most don’t realize it. There are ups and downs, thrills and spills with some chills and a few other bits you may live to regret or wish you’d die rather than Witness. Some folks get run ragged, many hold on with a tight grip. There are a few that get it, offer no resistance and instead raise their arms as it whips them around from that way to this as they realize they are entirely powerless to influence whats happening because the tracks were laid before they stepped in. Then we have the schizophrenic who, arguably, gets the worst of both worlds and serves the harshest life sentence on the planet. All because a part of him rejects what was wrapped around his sentience. I’m going to let you into a little secret:
The so called schizo isn’t outsane. Not one bit. He is simply out of alignment with the dimensional reality his consciousness is attempting to coalesce. This is what causes those weird blips and sequences I mentioned previous as it all feels so surreal and strange when one clicks their perceptions may be tricks and what seems so solid is actually mostly nothing that somehow is held together to form everything. I’ve noticed a common thread with said folks and it involves a fractured link with one or both parents during their development or flat out abuse to the highest depths as well as other traumatic events and missteps. In that respect their encoding process which pens the filtered script for what comes next as the roller coaster unfolds is filled with gremlins. Everyone has these things. Some call them demons. Others think they’re angels. Whatever they are they manifest as that voice in your head that pretends its you (but isn’t) and offers wildly different perspects and narratives on your events that most accept as gospel.
For some reading a penny didn’t just drip, drop its way into the depths but instead the jackpot was hit and it all makes sense why society exiled the outsane like it did. Someone else will comment “Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. You’re telling me that nobody, none of these with science, skills and cred managed to detect the fact that every single true schizophrenic in the world, no matter their race, space, position or heritage all said the same thing about something they don’t know is putting thoughts in their head and not one of these well paid people with references out the wazoo thought it was worth examining? What the F?”.
Yes. That is exactly what I’m saying. The silence is deafening but you can’t hear it anyway due to how much the tills ring for antipsychotic medicines. Fifteen billion last year. Let that sink in. Someone, someplace has more than a vested interest in this. Could it be the self same people are also the ones pedaling the illusion of this dimension aka those who built the rollercoaster you’re riding? Would it add to the case I’m presenting if I mentioned those folks were also influential in the strange deaths of celebs that never get fully investigated (no matter how suspicious or ridiculous), the crucifixions of prophets (from whom they then generate profits, immense) as well as being the “They” which are reffed when the so called schizophrenic screams “They are out to get me!” before being bodyslammed, straight jacketed and depot injected in order to ensure he sits there quietly drooling on himself and is being not so stealthily operant conditioned to zip his crazy lip. Or would that make me seem like a lunatic that is worse than all of them combined as you flit, that way and this, on your own personal rollercoaster that you are fully invested in, believe is the real thing and, get this, are absolutely convinced and certain that you have free will. Excuse me for a moment.
I had to pick myself up off the ground as I fell laughing from my chair even thinking about that ridiculous premise. How about a simple test, real obvious, that proves you have absolutely zero free will. No special equipment needed but the results are obvious. Ready, playa one? For the next one minute and thirty eight seconds I want you to think about absolutely nothing. Go!
How did you fare? Did you past the test? No? What a shame! Want to try again? Why do you think you failed? Better yet, riddle me this:
If your thoughts, at their most basic, are your most intimate and private imperience of this realm and you simply cannot make them do as you wish for what amounts to less than a blink of an eye in comparison to a day then who is truly in charge and who simply believes they are as part of a vast illusion? Did you see that? Thats the roller coaster, my friend.
Really unpack what I just said. Its a universe in a grain of sand moment, if it clicks. If not its just a pointless thought experiment you should edit from your consciousness and go back to spinning a wheel that isn’t connected to anything, like Maggie in the Simpsons, whilst convincing yourself you’re doing it real big and decide where things move as you direct the action. And yet, you have stone cold evidence, empirical and verifiable, that you can’t even direct your consciousness for ninety seconds. Who is really crazy in this equation?
This is why the Warrior declares war on the (false) self from a view of higher consciousness (aka gnosis) whilst the schizo does the same but attempts to fight on their terrain, using their labels and their tools which, often, doesn’t work out well for them…
For the so called mad man it can be quite harrowing because they are bolted to something that is falling apart around them. Worse still is when the ride starts fracturing it does it in ways unpredictable but there is a part of the algorithm which sings “The head bones connected to the neck bone, the neck bones connected to the spinal column” except the components it requests are missing so instead it conjures hellish visions like “The arm bones connected to the someone long gone who is now back and talking to you like a friend who is just melted into the face of the devil himself is connected to your cerebellum, the cerebellum interacts in fields of resonance with your amygdala which is fracturing due to the immense amounts of stress as the radio sends a message tailored to you in this specific moment” etc etc.
How would you like to be part of that ride? Sounds pretty hellish, yes? What if they see the demons you never suspected? What if we’re actually dead (to our real lives) and came here in the flesh to serve out a life sentence in something that wraps limitation around your sentience then terrifies you into boredom? What then? What if their major malfunction is actually a huge clue about a conspiracy immense that uses a form of tech so ancient its advanced and totally indistinguishable from magic? Now we’re in the realm of the mystic and its a whole different Game we’re playing because they see it has not one, not two but three halves. You’re not in Kansas any more, Toto!
“The logical fallacy is connected to the improbable theory cooked in your dome” said the one sipping a cup of jav as the roller, coasts, and spills it all over his coat, yet he carries on oblivious. Why not got back and test that ninety second challenge for your Self before you start paying rent for the castle in the sky you moved into after graduation. Haven’t you ever wondered why you can’t see the pavement? I’ve got to hand it to them, the illusion is so big, so vast, that it escapes your attention by confounding its presence with the grip of that which only seems solid if you’re within. In that respect the mystic is akin to one watching someone play a theme park simulation. The feeling of power for this controller, operator, designer – call it what you wish, they’re simply shuffling pixels to create nodes of resonance into which conscious is fed like a marble moving along a track, constructed – is immense. They are, quite literally, the gods of this realm. Its a for profit thing. The Game of Souls is a business and from popping out the womb to the entombing the take home is booming.
“People are lining up for a ticket. Billions served every day and none of them realize it!“. “What do they get out of it?”. I’m glad you asked, thats a valid question and one thats quite intelligent as well. Why don’t you answer it. Take time to think, grab a pad and pen (my favorite weapon in this realm) and jot down your thinking. You’ll have to bypass the Thunking which says “This idea is stupid. A rollercoaster filled with schizophrenics? This man is crazy, don’t listen to a thing he says. You are feeling a sense of discomfort. Itch your leg. Now twist your neck. If you choose to persist in this I’ll make you feel stressed and you don’t want that, do you? It’ll be Two AM and I’ll make you head spin with an embarrassing recollection that I’ll keep replaying. Put down that pad and pen, this instant. Step away from the net, disregard that connection as we edit the stream of consciousness to remove this pure drivel that has nothing to do with anything. Hah! The Game of Souls, what does he think this is? A figment of your imagination?”.
Yes. Yes it is. Exactly this. The above is an example of what many, the well adjusted the to social sickness, the ones who never questioned how the voice in their head can be them when its obvious they are whats listening to it never stopped to ponder because it wasn’t part of their curriculum. Thunking, I call it. Its like thinking but less creative as said incumbents can only rearrange the same handful of concepts in ways predictable. Hint, hint, thats why they call it “Out of the box” thinking but it only happens to those who realize their encapsulation and commoditization aka being strapped into the roller coaster of illusion that tells them what is and isn’t in accordance with the whims of who? Hmm, who could it be? Could it be the same agents of mystery that own all of everything and hold you hostage as they charge for each step in this realm and tells you its freedom? Nah, it can’t be. Can it?
“How do you manage to stay so calm knowing this and being able to express your Self in a way lucid and cogent?” said a man they would have labeled mad, had they caught him. Thankfully for him he managed to evade the usual traps that come with acting like he’d flipped his lid because he kept his mouth shut and didn’t mention a thing about the things he was saying as the nursery rhyme machine in his head drew crazy links that left him perplexed. He maintained by drawing. The images were often horrific. He never showed them to anyone in case they started asking questions. I told him:
“This is my art. The application of creative skill to capture the waves of energetic imprints that are bouncing around my consciousness”.
“Yeah, I get that but you stand on it. If told people “Well, yes, this piece is my old school teacher from class Three D that actually had this huge black beast, demon type things that was blind but smelled fear as it extended from her spinal column and controlled her actions without her being aware” they’d think its fiction. Sure I could dress it up as this, say its just an interpretation of a childs imagination but the risk is too big. Too big” he said, with a glance, furtive. “I know what they do to madmen. No way out once they have you in their grip. No thanks, I’d rather stay Self medicating and keep it all quiet”.
For him he’d developed a method that was quite intelligent and got him through his teens with relative ease as it allowed him to tamp in the worst of the symptoms and this personalized on/off switch ensured he could sense the moments when his cognitive cheese was sliding off the cracker of his subconscious:
Nicotine gums, cigarettes and patches along with secret blend of vitamins and minerals, with some Taurine thrown in, as and when needed. NAC on the reg, in pretty hefty doses, also helped as did CBD which is cannabis without the high times you’d expect. “I’m starting to suspect that what they call schizophrenia is actually some type of systemic inflammation. Like something is rejecting a metabolic process of influence that shouldn’t be present. What did you call it again?”.
“The spiritual immune system”.
“Yes, yes, thats it. When I heard you talk about it to that other guy I knew my suspicions were correct. You were obviously off your head, decoding a totally different wavelength and yet nobody seemed to notice. Made me hopeful. That and some of the stuff you said really made sense. A spiritual immune system. It really is quite perfect”.
The guy in question had enough foresight and intuition to catch what what kicked before it slipped and was wise enough to keep his symptoms to himself. He also had the net, access to supplements and was more than willing to imperiment as he didn’t fancy being picked up and dumped in the cuckoos next. That and his art as well.
“Its odd but when I’m painting its like there is nothing stopping the madness and the impressions are just pouring. They’re captured. On the canvas. Better than being in my head but that can also make me manic as I’ll stay at it for days on end. That “Recognize the nursery rhyme and switch it to internal sensations” was straight up genius. That really helped so thanks for sharing it but its a hard battle some days”.
“If you could flick a switch and ride the rollercoaster like the rest would you pick that option?”.
“Now? I’d say no. Not a chance. Its way too interesting. There are things most don’t suspect that exert influence from where they’d never expect. Take spiders, for example. They broadcast a wavelength which says “Fear!” and you do. I’ve actually had some great conversations with them before because when they realize you won’t shift they seem to be quite intelligent which really makes me wonder what is acting through them. Same with dogs. The dogs inner realm is pure chaos when his master isn’t present. They need that resonance in order to truly be themselves. Its a pretty interesting relationship and whilst many feel it they refuse to think of the deeper meaning because everything is aware, everything is sentient. Look, look at this” he pointed at a crystal on his desk. “Sometimes this sings but only when I’m in the same frame of mind as it and that makes me think “Did I make that happen or was it always occurring and I just tuned in?”.
“You know, once upon a when, twice actually to be more accurate but different occasions, I was in some deeply altered states of awareness as I was Journeying inside my consciousness. Everything was cool until I noticed this irritating buzz that kept persisting. Its sound was engulfing all that was around me and I couldn’t tell if it was outside or within. I didn’t want to open my eyes because that tended to interrupt the circuit as my awareness shot out of my eyes instead of circulating”. He nodded his head in intense agreement. “So I kept them closed and tried to zero in instead by moving my head. It turned out it was the electrics. One was that background hiss that a mobile phone makes as its calling home to announce its presence and the other was a TV set in standby that was buzzing as it sucked on the current to keep its circuits working. Usually inaudible, to regular awareness, but once you shift your awareness you catch the invisible menace as it yells “Stop noticing!”“.
“That makes so much sense. Thats why I used go camping, out in the sticks. There was a place with an underground lake, totally magnificent. When it became too much and I could feel the pressure building I’d quickly make my escape. Once the tent was pitched and I had my basics it was so amazing. I’d take my telescope to go star gazing. At night it was pure, pitch black darkness and my mind would calm down again. Sometimes, I’d swear, it was like the heavens were talking… I spent ages just lying on the grass, not thinking. So awesome. That reminds me, I’ll have to go back again. Say, do you think schizophrenia may be due to our caveman brains rejecting all this tech and modern civilization as it is or do we few just rebel against the programs that make no sense? Man, that “spiritual immune system” thing, it really got me thinking because if you’re idea is correct its simply about resonance and nature provides that wavelength but the chemicals and things cause their own problems they purport to fix. Who is really crazy? I’m wondering. The so called mad men or those strapped to the rollercoaster who’ve never stopped to think who or what is pumping thoughts into their head. Meat puppets“. He started laughing as he repeated a term I’d introduced to him after he’d shared a drawing in which people were pulled by these strings that had fishing hooks on the end that were stuck to their sensitive bits.
“How did you come up with this?” I asked.
“Well, thats how they do it. They are experts at finding parts that are sensitive then exploiting them for their benefit by attaching a hook to it and then using that pain you won’t admit to carry in another signal. See him, that guy up there? He’s like a trauma pianist. He plays the strings in quick succession and her, she thinks its her impulses and goes running to avoid them but its actually the direction he intended”.
“Interesting. So I called it a rollercoaster and its a symphony in your example but in the end they’re saying the same thing which may even be empirically verifiable if enough people are willing to think about whats truly happening“.
“Come on man, you’re too smart to say something that stupid. That’ll never happen. Not in a million, billion years. Impossible. The piano player, roller coaster designer, man behind the curtain – call him whatever you will – will simply not allow it. Ah, its amazing. Fool proof because it fools them into thinking they are their own perceptions and if they try to think different it will dissuade them by pimping their subconscious influences in order to create a state of confusion that leads them in the wrong direction. You could literally hand them a solution and they’d call you the problem because they don’t grok whose truly talking. If I were you I’d keep this to myself”.
“If I’d done that would we be having this conversation or countless others like it? I’ve said before that willhelpme isn’t a site or set of words to convey a message. Its a way of thinking, a lifestyle, a perspective. If I’ve got the voltage it would be a crime not to share it and if two people see the same thing in an altered state of consciousness its worth formulating a hypothesis to test if what they Witness is actual as that suggests there are many options of which the piano player is hell bent to keep as many people as possible riding the rollercoaster without questioning who benefits or their intent”.
“How in the hell do you think like this?”
“I’ve died a few times and came back again after the “Be kind, rewind” experience.
“Yeah, that’ll do it. Explains the sentiment. I’m still scared of death though. Sometimes petrified of living as well but it the devil I know well and sometimes it can be really interesting”.
“Mainlining the secret truth of the universe type thing”.
“Exactly. Those blips make the rest awesome, but only whilst they’re happening. The other points when you’re on tilt feel worse than any kind of hell I could imagine because the sensations don’t quit, are super harrowing and, worst of all, seem real beyond questioning”.
“They say there is a thin line between madness and genius. Such is the life of the creative so it is what it is. You should check out the Necronomicon and other examples. I think they’d fit well with your sketches and visions because the author of such titles felt like a man out of time himself, was quite alienated and different from those around him and had a focus on other realms and things he felt intersected this dimension as reality was far more than most suspected. Both of his parents visited an insane asylum, he liked looking at the stars as well and was friends with a magician and discovered his creative impulses at a time when most children are playing and making friends. I think you’d like him. After all, if two people who are totally disconnected say the same thing about possibilities either invisible or extra perceptual then there is a high chance they exist and we owe it to the quest of Self Knowledge to test and experiment with the variables and see what happens”.
Its all a ride. Its just a ride, people. You make it real because the power of your imagination is so immense. Thats why the ones who pull the piano strings, shape the roller thats coasting and any other forms of the same process in different skins you can think are hell bent on ensuring everyone looks one way so they miss the rest of the trick and escapade they’re within that I’ve taken to calling the Game of Souls, because it is. The problems only happen if you try and get out of the ride when its moving. Then the consequences are tragic but most people are so petrified they don’t truly notice as they hold on tight with a scared grip, have eyes totally screwed close with immense amounts of tension as their body feels one thing but their head tells them something totally different that it knows they’ll accept. The so called schizophrenic finds his eyes wide open and the voltage that pours in fries the neural ring fence that previously worked so well as it can’t decode nor comprehend the extended perception the meat puppets are denying even exists as a variable because they’ve done so well, clamping down their sentience, so that the only option is to accept fiction as fact, without checking, and decry anything that doesn’t fit within their expectations.
Funnily enough this is the exact same thing the artist said about the hooks linked to points of tenderness that are then played in accordance with the intent of preventing this realization. If two people see the same thing in non ordinary states of consciousness does that mean it exists? What are the implications for those who click life handed them a shovel, the design for a reality tunnel then commanded them to dig vs those who believe in free will, their control and options and yet can’t hold their mind still for a measly ninety seconds?
Who is sane or outsane, in the end? The one who questions the illusion or the rest who accept it as gospel?
Till we meet again
