Man, at this moment, with all of his sciences and advances that strain in their own directions is akin to tale of the blind wrestling with an elephant. Each is convinced of what they’re grasping as it feels so visceral and solid. In their minds, scattered and disparate, the image they build is of a curtain, a rope, a tree trunk, a wall and so on and so forth. We, who can see, comprehend the nature of the trickery that comes from such limited viewpoints trying to wrestle with a truth that is beyond their apprehension as the divine pachyderm will not fit in to the reality boxes they wish to place it.
That is the state of man, at this moment. One day somebody will stitch together these tales into a coherent narrative and when the true horrors of reality sink in the people will run shrieking into the welcome grip of another dark ages from whence they’ll do it all again. Imagine how it feels to be cursed to see the truth and then pretend it falls on you to speak the unspoken reality to the metaphysically deaf and dumb who have, for generations, held onto an elephants leg as their own salvation and thus missed the entire thing.
You don’t know the half of it. Be glad.
Where we are, what this place is, who is in charge, their intent and the rest would horrify anyone who comprehends the true nature of this dimension. Why? Because its all so obvious. The pieces are right there, they always have been. It is our sensory equipment, as individuals and collective, that is not functioning correctly and thus we miss the message and medium that have been artfully hidden via true lies and institutionalized deception. The wildest thing is nobody can admit this. Not even to themselves, but that too is obvious. Think:
If what you know, your internal operating system of the Game and how to navigate it – whatever that is, however you got it and what it states – was truly complete and perfect then your life would feel pretty amazing, yes? Garbage out only comes from first placing it in and this is why I’ve said that your greatest enemy hides in the last place you’d suspect. Your head. Its such an amazing trick for it convinced you, you’re it. 8 billion living hostages, wrestling with pieces of an elephant. See, the thing with this creature is its not only big but intensely wise as well. It knows where its going, is aware of where its been and sees the whole pic. For such a long time it has stood there, patiently, as its mauled by blind men who do everything but intended. Ride it.
Once you possess the correct Knowledge, have removed the world that was pulled over your eyes from your vision and see whats been in front of you for the entire performance it becomes obvious as you climb on top and ride as you see from a much higher vantage. That is the optimal operating system. At least, thats how it seems to me. Your mileage (and currency) may vary dramatically.
On the flip the life of a Slave, if seen from a hyper-dimensional lens, is mainly a heady mix of boredom and dread (usually for events that never happen as the ones that get them were rarely suspected. This alone offers a huge hint about the trick and shell Game going on inside your head that keeps you distracted from seeing the obvious) laced with the occasional glad tidings to keep hope alive. If you were to weigh your life on the scales of smiles and cries its obvious the tip would be immense on one side, yes? And yet this is the exact same programming you’ll pass onto your children who’ll do the same thing. A species in psychosis. Maybe what I said of the collective riding the elephant and grasping the true nature of the place they came to serve a life sentence happened previously? Those who could handle it vanished as they exited stage left and those who refused ran shrieking for the hills as old continents did sink when the ice melted so they start all over again.
They say there is nothing new under the sun. Don’t the predictable thoughts in your head manifest this intent perfectly well? Why don’t you ever stop to consider that there once was a time when you could reach in and create something brand new and fresh without any effort as you dwelled in a state plentiful and could not wait to share the riches you possessed. In that respect we are all born riding the golden elephant. Each and every one of us is a Warrior when we step in but because people need compartmentalization in order to handle the trauma they inherited and imperienced they pull the child down, quick, via various tricks and methods until they too forget the elephant and its higher perspect and instead spend their lives as giants kneeling at the feet of midgets. Adulteration, I call it. You just think of it as life and thus unexamined it sits. Urning a living equals cremating your potential, get it?
You don’t know the half of it. Be glad. If you did you too would be of the ment to get free or thrive trying because you see the true nature of the Game which hides the greatest of who you are within and then tells you someone else will come and make things perfect, soothe the ache you’re feeling if you’ll just accept what you’re given and do exactly as instructed. Spiritual Stockholm Syndrome. 8 billion Souls looting their own temple, laughing and then crying as they blame someone else for said things. Why? Because that little voice in their head tells them.
News flash, you aren’t it. How can you be when you are that which listens to it? Can you hear the Psylense or does the noiZ obscure it? Thats the difference between believing this almost but not quite fables of a curtain, a rope, a tree trunk, a wall and so on and so forth via your Adulterated awareness which works via fragments placed in boxes as you yourself dig a reality tunnel for a life that promises you nothing but more suffering. This is what you’re holding onto, with such a tight grip. Most are actually scared to death of letting go because a part of them remembers they once felt the strength, glow and elevated perspective that comes from being the embodiment of such an impressive specimen. Now, instead, all they have is leg they cling to like scared children and call it a tree trunk instead. They really hate those fools over there who believe the meaning of life is a curtain. “Idiots! How can they believe such foolish things with their backwards and primitive suspicions, we and we alone have the truth. Death to the infidels!”. The ones clutching the rope as it swings that way and this wonder what the hell either of these – who have been at each others necks for generations – are blathering about as its so alien to their perspective but the movement provides them with a little more freedom to think and thus they choose not to engage in these antics. Just like those leaning against the wall who class their view as the best as its secure and solid due to remaining unchanging for generations and so big. They look around at the chaos and think they’re all stupid for not getting how obvious it all is due to what is in front of them.
And yet, that is the hardest thing to see. If a man walked up to you on the street and said “Excuse me, could you open your eyes for a moment?” how would you react? Most would brush the suggestion off the map as they hurried where they were heading because, to them, their vision was perfect. The man watches as the person in question nearly gets hit by a car at an intersection, falls over the pavement, picks himself up again and continues on his way before bumping into another pedestrian where they have an argument that says “Watch where you’re going! Didn’t you see me coming?”.
That is the world as it is. This is what your inherited operating system begets. This is why I say 81% of the planet are Slaves because less than one out of ten people would have the nous to comprehend that if a man is stopping them to ask such an obvious question and his intent feels genuine there may be, just maybe, something more to this than they’re decoding at the moment. That is how you behold the elephant and once you did the next question is:
“How the hell did this divine thing end up in this realm?“
You don’t know the half of it. Be glad. Many are called but only the Warrior chooses their Self and that really is all that needs to be said at the moment because you either get it or you don’t. That, ultimately, is your decision. And your consequence as well. Get it? A sequence of consciousness for which you are entirely responsible.
Till we meet again
