“Its red!”.
“Its blue!”.
“You fools, its green. Can’t you see? Its obvious!”
In the distance someone else says “Its white” and a few murmur in assent as it seems the most logical solution to the problem. An old man sits and quietly grins because he’s been around for a minute and knows this trick well and thus groks the true answer:
What are we talking about? Consciousness. What it is, what creates the waves and how the particles are caught up in the mix of subjective imperience and thus akin to tickling themselves ergo your current state must be transcended to create a greater perspective that is far more accurate. Why darkness? Simple:
What is music without silence?
See how quick that kicks in because the truth is obvious and Self evident once your awareness is resonance with the optimal alignment. Imagine a reel of cloth that was stretched in some contraption. Day and night it spins under nearly continuous tension. When the sun dips the binds ease but the motion never ceases. There stands on the far edge of this contraption a camera that scans a small section of the canvas. Further up ahead there are various jets that sprinkle in some ink. When the guard watching the camera sees red he starts acting more aggressive under the influence. He sees someone has got the promotion he felt should be his and the green that expected is not met and instead we see an orange which sparks him to action by lighting a fire under his competitiveness.
What you’ve just seen is the inside of your mind. There are forces in this planet, concentrated emanations of emotion and wavelengths that are held together as coherent resonance that here I called the inks. The guard who is watching the events is your Adulterated self that is currently unaware of your magnificence and instead operates purely on stimulated responses as the various tints hint the fabric which is actually your consciousness that is stretched in the contraption you’re currently wearing. This is why you dream at night as the boundaries of tension in wakefulness under the eye of the watchful eye of the guard give way to a more abstract interpretation. In that respect you are never ending, never changing and yet never the same and equally easy to misplace should you choose to incarnate into a Game you’re playing after inserting your Soul as a credit.
These lights that shine have their own rhythms that are often in accordance as well as at odds with whats happening in your existence. In the case of the promotion example that the guard was expecting had the green lights been shining on where his camera was focused on the canvas he’d have taken that ink as the resonance and used it as the base of his decisions which would have lead to envious comments and angst at the outcome. But it wasn’t. Instead it was aimed at the frequency of orange which instilled its own kind of consciousness that said “Are you kidding? We know we’re better than him and lets prove it in the spirit of competition” and thus he rose to the occasion. This is why you can sometimes have a life thats going to hell and feel all around amazing or, on the flip, you can have the best of everything and yet be at your wits end. Its all about who well you know the contraption and its modes of action and this is why Know thy Self is the key to all of this and the only thing worth investing in because its what underpins the realm.
See, we’re all made up of a blend of this hues, these bands of emotion and their wavelength but whats interesting is how we decode them. For example one may class green as envy and the other may feel endless bounty. One mans red make make him bash anothers head whilst another strikes piano keys with abandon as he pens a composition that will resound for generations. This is where it gets real interesting because there that which shines and what we project because in the mid there is the guard and where the camera is positioned. This angle is how you see life ergo for some half filled is on its way to emptiness whilst the other sees abundance. The ink is never slung truly the same upon all canvases because they’re tilted upon their own axis ergo some are flat and the hits are directly targeted and intense whilst the others are angled so there is some element that drips and keeps carrying one color into the next even when its moment happened elsewhen in the sequence.
This is the different between those who live in the past and thus tend to miss the present versus the ones who are future based and quick to start but don’t finish a thing. If either one of them realized this and performed the appropriate mental composition their interpretation of the wavelength and its actualization would be quite different. Because of this you have what you class as success and failure but even more interesting is the fact that the guard tends to spot Patterns and the more of he sees the more he brings that element to the table for the life you’re living. Once you become aware of this default mode of coding you inherited you can take advantage of being neuroplastic and recode your internal OS by choosing which trains of thoughts you invest in and which don’t even leave the station, even if they pulled in hooting and hollering, screaming for your attention.
At this point the guard tends to realize the limits of the camera he was looking at from a little monitor in the basement and instead comes to stand on the deck and thus takes in the full canvas. The scene is breathtaking, the scale is so immense and yet its all so precise and intricate whilst also being totally random and incoherent. Some call this enlightenment, others madness because, once again, its all relative to what you’re decoding. For those who obtain this state in the flesh they discover a state of coherence that is quite similar to one they felt, way back when, the cloth was being trimmed and fitted into the contraption.
“Amazing” they said, taking it all in. “So there once was a time when it didn’t spin on a machine and there weren’t any inks to influence the perspective as well as the total absence of a guard and basement. Instead the cloth is flowing, still forming its essence as its more conceptual than physical. The idea of formation at its early stages of crystallization. Taking in the magnificence of the feeling and how beautiful it all is because there are no externally induced rhythms and motions, no tilt of the axis, nothing at all but a sense of oneness. A level of presence that overflows any definition one attempts to place on it as its the space within which thoughts themselves first have their genesis. A quiet darkness I call Psylense. Can you hear it, I’m asking?
From here I am speaking at this present moment in a state I’m sure they call non dual awareness and from this lens I can scale the depths of the heights that equal the same thing, itself “no thing”, which is everything. I am it. You are too. Another me in that respect but if you let the hue and guards tell it we are actually 8 billion who sketch their own tales on the canvas based on these universal principles that are eternally unchanging. This is a higher level of the Game, another plane. One that is interlinked to this as breath is to your existence but its as ephemeral and subtle. By its footprints in your mind may you know it and I’ve just sketched the contraption and await your response of how it matches your inner realm because who can I be but me inside this realm?
Till we meet again
