A long time ago a man who Knew a thing or two looked out at the mad crowd and said:
“Small lives tend to be happier”.
At the time I simply could not comprehend the intent behind this as I was trained to see the bigger pic, ask the tough questions and go wherever the quest for truth lead. It was a very bizarre statement but now, as life progressed, I can appreciate the sentiment.
Its all a performance, you know? None of this is really real beyond what we make it feel and you can easily prove this because this time last year you had a handful of things that were causing mucho stress or happiness and now they’ve shifted quadrants and something else is pimping your energetics. I know, it can seem like a mechanistic way to think and someone once said that my view is so clinical and in direct contrast to the immense empathy that swells within. What can I say? Thats part and parcel of the contradiction of being Centered in Self as I Know I’m not the flesh nor story in my head but that which manifests the realm:
Pure consciousness.
They say don’t meet your heroes unless you wish to be greeted with disappointment. Since back when I’ve been fueled by a desire to know how things tick and this evolved from basic bits to tech and then life itself ergo I can say, with confidence, that I possess a type of resolution that is alien to this Game we play using our Souls as credits but was, once upon a when, common Knowledge as the people held wisdom before everything but being genuine. Interesting relationship, yes? How the appreciation of one creates the next but we live in times where fake is in and everyone falls for the trick. I guess that was the mindset that said:
“Small lives tend to be happier”.
Because when your focus is intense on a handful of things you don’t click the bigger pic which then brings existential questions and a quest for gnosis that, once sparked, can illuminate the rest of your incarnations. Actually, lets speak on this:
Imagine you met a girl, back when, did the usual things and it was the best life you could live. Naturally you wish for a respin of these variables but what if it goes to hell in a handbasket because you incarnate into a timeline where caste lines are strict or become a Romeo and Juliet? Suddenly the paradise gained then lost creates an imbalance which must be addressed and thus for the next few spins you keep on racking credits and debts as you may manifest as her drug addicted kid that causes constant stress or a dead beat dad that spread his seed to the wind and left her yearning for a male role model as she strolled the strip. See what I mean about smaller lives? How many of them do you think could click this resolution without flipping their lid as the plate they possess is already filled to the brim and it takes all of their effort just to make it spin?
“Why?” you may ask. “Why would you choose to think like this at such depth?” whilst others may read the immense articles filled with run on sentences an seemingly endless rhetoric in the days of trends and sixty second clips without comprehending a thing as their attention has been torn to shreds. What if thats the test to see who is capable of Knowing the Ledge? One of the strangest things about this realm is that people are far more intelligent and capable than they give credit and it was this curious blip that I spotted, back when, that made me wonder exactly what ticks in peoples heads. Now, granted, I come from a set of circumstances and place that most would class as quite unusual but it afforded me a perspective that couldn’t be built anywhere else as I had access to what you could call a living, breathing internet to answer my endless stream of questions as countless Souls indulged my whims because, and I quote:
“You always give me something to think about, bonny lad!”.
That I did. That I did. And it was why that developing mind was stunned to find one who said that wisdom can bring loneliness as the rest simply don’t comprehend the depth of your perception as they’re content with ignorance. Maybe they are playing the Game correctly and we, the 8%, are aberrations? And yet if you could Know (with a capital K) the truth about your Self (same) would you flick that switch?
“Sure, if its that simple. Why not?”.
What if you had to climb a steep hill, barefoot, with thorns sprinkled and all types of obstacles and threats? What then? Most wouldn’t even entertain this as they’d happily circulate in the Valley of the Plebs with the rest who are adjusted, well, to such immense sickness that they question not who or what pens them in the flesh and fills their heads with messages they Thunk come from within. Ah, thats a deeper topic that we really will have to wrestle with, live and direct, as we’re speaking of principalities and their influence.
If you could be rich or fearless, what would you pick? Make your selection before clicking that link then come back and continue this as its all interlinked, my friend. All of this is, really. In many ways I push the pen and hit send on a variety of articles that are constantly saying the same thing but encoded from different angles as we are inside a fractal and one spot thats hit for Miss Thang may be different to the next as to expect otherwise is a mechanized existence akin to a flesh robot which, in a twist most ironic, is whats coming next as most can’t wait to dance with their silicon mistress as Siri slides into the iris as the apple of their eye and defines their existence. Am I like this:
And ruining the twist for those who can’t imagine the world as it is is an immense delusion that plays out inside their consciousness which is – in the end – the root cause of everything? Really let that sink in, my friend. Think back to the reincarnational example I hinted about the pair who spin from one life to the next and switch from tender embrace to vile hatred but don’t comprehend that its the same exchange of energetics with differing labels and resonance. Its like doing lines in school as an odd form of punishment and watching the words melt as meaning vanishes when the semantic satiation kicked in. I adored this aspect as it felt like I’d clicked the transmission of my awareness into a new gear that opened beyond the verbal and thus even when I was fenced in I’d still trek in the quest for freedom and this laid the groundwork for the thesis that we’re all sleepwalking, in a sense, because of the induced state of low res that comes from accepting what you get and chasing the carrot tied to your head. Like those dogs on a track running after a fake rabbit. Thats the psychosocial treadmill, my friend. Add in things like organic portals, shady crews of dim intent, the movements of the stars and planets as markers of consciousness and a zillion and other threads I’ve unwound from the cosmic tapestry that spins in my awareness and you get to a point where you just want to be left alone to reflect on what the hell is going on in this realm and how you came to be in the place where you sit if you can decode the resonance at such a level as well as the larger implications of what it means to wear flesh and what happens after death when the Be Kind, Rewind effect kicks in and thats just getting started because like those school daze punishments did you ever wonder why the closer you’d get to the TV set you’d see naught but pixels, blue, green and red, but at the correct distance you could see the whole pic and the implications of if you zoomed out of your head and into the town, country then planet what does that mean of your awareness and that chunk of flesh with a story in its head as it two steps around a realm under the illusion of free will when, seen from the Fifth Dimension, that is an immense illusion as time is to man as water to fish:
Invisible.
And yet, I’m within and can see the strings and feel where they chafe as I push against the suggestions and align with the Psylense within which is the universal constant that says everything without moving its lips and is thus the exact opposite of the noiZ which manifests as the voice in your head that most think is them without stopping to question:
“Wait a minute. How can I be when I’m the one that listens?“.
Like I said, its all about res in the end as life pumps out an Eight K signal that most are decoding on a broken down, twelve inch, black and white TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static. Thats a small life, my friend, and look how content they are as they Know not what they miss. “Exactly as intended” say those who dumbed them down and keep them trapped within a trick that causes their Inner Sense to fold in upon itself and segue to something else which is best termed as Adulteration. And thus they live and die fully invested in an illusion which will, in the end, bring them back to this realm for another a spin and then there is me that Knows this stuck in the mid with clowns and jokers on either side watching as I push the pen and hit send on another article I extend into the collective subconscious with the intent to awaken the Warrior within of all those sleepwalking and wishing they could flip the script…
There are other options, my friend. You must be willing to reality test and shake off the cobwebs the hyper dimensional spiders did spin on your imagination as they trained you to chase money they print to pay bills that shouldn’t exist. The true terrorism is the fact you pay rent. Really let that sink in and tell me if the ground upon which your small life is built doesn’t start shaking and how you encode that information…
Till we meet again
