The vast majority of behaviors that we cling to as a collective and thus normalize were designed to hold the vast swathes of anxiety that dwell within human beings at bay. Anyone who points this out isn’t welcome, of course, because people don’t like to become aware of their flaws but trudging on in ignorance instead simply means you see neither the tree or forest, even as the terrain gets dense. See, the thing with living like that is is that its not only inauthentic and prone to returning less than you invest with higher doses being required to maintain the balance as you progress. No, the worst aspect is that each step along this brightly lit and heavily trafficked way takes you farther from your Self and with it all of your true potential which you instead trade for whatever they say is the current way to be.
The greatest secret of the world at this current stage is that it profits from misery and everything is designed to elicit as much as it can without making it totally unbearable whilst simultaneously crafting ways of taking the pain away. Ah, its amazing isn’t it? Its like having a government contract as a glazier to fix all of the broken windows in your state and then turning around and sliding the local street kids a few notes to go and hurl some bricks. Its a phenomenal return on investment because the delinquents in question have no intention of getting nicked and even if they do they’re too young to be charged for it and, best of all for them, they are getting some money in their pocket for indulging their destructive whims to help take away the boredom that led them to congregate on the pavement in the first place. The businessman on the other hand whistles as he works with a grin because the money keeps pouring in and he’s charging top dollar at the governments expense and no one cares a bit because its not their cash he spends each time he sends a bill. He draws the work out as long as he can, thinking of countless ways to trim more and more from his benefactor who also benefits from this deal. What do I mean? Consider this:
The Mayor notices an immense uptick on petty street level things like broken windows, kids being a nuisance, graffiti and other anti social behavior. You know the type of thing. Elections are also looming and he isn’t keen to hand in his “Access all areas” pass and the perks this brings so he chooses to whip up a frenzy in his constituents by reading from a narrative that an expert panel had writ (billed to the government, who else?) that was designed to push the buttons of people living in his catchment area as well as dangling promises like:
“Once you elect me again I’ll be increasing the spend to deal with this issue thanks to more policemen on the beat to act as a deterrent to these marauding groups of feral kids. After all its just some broken glass here and there at the moment, small and irritating but what if they get their hands on weapons? Oh, what a threat that would bring. People would no longer feel safe and we simply must prevent this so at the election, vote for your friend…”
And so on goes the script that he reads with conviction and flourish as he’s an actor par excellence who intends to make them think what he says and purports he stands for actually comes from within and is what he intends to bring to the table, should they place their faith in him. Side note – Did you notice how the carrot and stick combined in that little segment of his speech just then? Started off with a promise for better days then ended with a threat so those that listen would be firing on all cylinders as he read the rousing text penned at great expense by a think tank he drafted in to manage public perception. Thing is he won’t do none of that. At least, not as you expect or as he promised because he just wants to make sure his lifestyle for the next few years is sustained so he can keep creaming a little skim. Why don’t we follow him to the golf club, later that evening:
“Jim! How’s it going, my fraternal friend?”. “Good evening, Mr Mayor, exactly as intended the tills certainly do ring. I come bearing gifts. A token of my esteem” says the man who profits from panes as he opens a briefcase and pulls out a rare bottle of whisky that he hands to his incumbent comrade. “Excellent, excellent” says he, then adds quietly “The other thing?”. ‘Of course, of course, Mr Mayor” he replies and hands him a envelope slim. Inside is one thing. A check which bears their names and a chunk of digits that will slide in to the Mayors wifes bank account as fees for her “consulting” that was most appreciated by the National Federation of Glaziers for services rendered.
Are you starting to get a hint about how this works? Its no different from what I’ve said and actually far more devious in intent and way more damaging. This is where the cost of doing business meets the perks of office and these deals are hashed out privately where these kind of people meet to discuss their plans and schemes.
Not for nothing is it seen that those who wish to perch high learn golfing quickly as one link leads to another and it provides a nice amount of privacy so people can meet without having meetings. Such is the principle of Dual Reality where it seems like one thing but is actually another indeed, as well as action. Definitely quite slippery because they present an image that looks like butter wouldn’t melt until they get what they need then they look at you like the cat thats had the cream because you’re so silly that you don’t cotton on to their scheme.
Have you ever asked yourself what the government actually is? It doesn’t exist. There isn’t a living palpable thing you can point at and say “There it is”. And yet it has agents, resources and a formidable presence that makes itself felt whilst remaining invisible. Magic isn’t it? In both the speculative and operative sense, my friends, because this is the nature of the System and its all about power and influence over the plebs who are trained to be dim, not suspect a thing. Kept in the dark and fed a steady stream of BS, which stands for Belief Systems. Interesting isn’t it that “Be Leaf” the command which is hidden within. No wonder it feels so natural because then the “Cyst” is inserted in as “M” is the only sound in the English language you make with closed lips. Do the math on the rest.
“Shh, you’re not supposed to tell them and show them the strings which make them puppets of a figment of their imagination. Why would you want to do this? Join us instead. Here, here’s a blank cheque. We can make your life swell, who gives a toss about them? The plebs are stupid. Cattle at best. Useless eaters who spoil everything but they are a necessary evil as their ignorance means we profit from them, six ways from Sunday and even more when they’re dead“
“Well, thank you” I said. “I’m flattered by the attention but I’ll have to decline your proposal“. “Suit yourself. We won’t be asking again and you know how this will end because they’re too stupid to listen and stuck so deep in this that if you attempt to remove their ignorance they’ll crucify you instead. Ah, its so beautiful. But you already knew this, yes?”. “Yes” said I “I’m aware of this aspect but it brings a nice challenge and I like the odds”. “What?” he said with a sniff “8 billion and counting against one? You must really think you’re something”. “No, no. Not at all. I am no thing. Like a circle, without beginning or end. In bliss I’m sustained, from bliss I came and to bliss I shall return once I’ve span this world. Interesting isn’t it that you get dizzy if you turn round faster and faster and this state of confusion is called…”. “Whirled” the Mayor droned “Very clever with these words. Lets see how far you make it on your own. Them, those useless eaters have no wish to let go, nor do they desire to know the truth about this show. What is it you call?”. “The Game of Souls” I replied. “Yes, yes. Very clever” states he, looking apprehensively at his team who just walked in and are waiting to greet. “Look, I like you. I admire that drive for individuality and the wish to help those enmired in misery but the simple facts are you’re creating powerful enemies and think they are your friends. There are fates worse than death and you really don’t comprehend who you’re messing with or what the meaning is in all of this. I’m asking you again, please consider the proposal. We can really use your talent, turn it into something magnificent. We can give you the tools, the insight and the platform as well because you’ll be sanctioned by us and will have an effortless ascent…” “If only I clip on your wings? Slide myself into the strings and then what? Be just like them? What makes you think you haven’t been deceived with this power you wield temporarily? How much have you sacrificed, literally and metaphorically to be sitting here talking to me and yet I’m apparently nothing special, even though I’ve been offered such a deal. Its a steal, wouldn’t you say? Trade in my sovereignty and owe fealty to a team that says its this till the next step reveals its something else entirely then proceeds to rinse and repeat until you’re dizzy and reeled in to a deal you can’t ever leave”.
The Mayor squirms, uncomfortably and looks over at his team who have been staring intently at the discourse taking place. “Of course, they know about me. You’ll soon repeat all of the details which we speak, how I declined your courtesy and wish to carry on on my own. A one man army.” I said looking at him directly “Listen, if there is one thing you know is that I’ve sat in your seat previously. Climbed to heights as yet unseen and one day, one day you too will be presented with the same opportunity as there are but so many roles in the Game of Souls as it plays out, eternally. The Slaves are unaware of the choice which is why their peasantry is the prime source of their misery as you deal from the bottom of stacked deck in a world where money is debt, strength is ignorance and wisdom comes from doing as instructed, yes? You give them limiting Belief Systems along with other forms of BS designed to numb them further still and drive them away from themselves. Your crew, the Slave/Masters, know this well because this arrangement means you can walk and talk over their heads and their effort suspends those whose claim they’re more than them has ran unchallenged since when? A couple of thousand years with some pence, yes?”. “Think very carefully, you know how that ended for him“. “What the myth? The legend or the truth that he came to the West from East, shared what they needed to see then went home to chill with his family and now rests in a land that is heavily patrolled by angry militaries that you set against each other nicely as five rivers became three and two separately? Listen, like I said, at one point you too will have this option and now just like then you’ll be offered the world if you just acquiesce. The question is will you give in to noiZ they whisper in as alternating seduction and threats or will you heed the Psylense which says so much without stating a thing?”.
And with that I got up and left. See there are levels to this. You’re familiar with the pyramid but imagine above the physical is an inverted, identical and invisible edifice that wields an immense influence and you’ll start to build a far more accurate model of what you’re within because the hour glass reveals the nature of time as well as hints of the deal those that know won’t reveal because they promised to keep their lips sealed. Now me, I did no such thing but I can’t stand to profit from the suffering of those raised to be ignorant of the true power within as they dash from pillar to post and then back again. Seeking solutions which don’t change a thing because they don’t want to change a thing. Imagine hostages that are comfortable within, like Stockholm Syndrome and you’ll start seeing the nature of the Game because it claims those who don’t assert themselves whilst the Slave/Masters pledge themselves, in this world and the next aka the invisible pyramid hence the Masters are Slaves themselves as they are lorded over as well, just like they do to the Plebs. Ah, there is a resonance at least but in the middle of these two pieces where the in and visible meet there is a tiny slice, about 8% approximately that is nothing yet everything. Beautiful in its simplicity. Comes naturally to babies and young seeds but this state of Inner Sense is beaten out of them mercilessly as the System decrees and that is my problem. I don’t like how it feels and I dislike the deceit and treachery that generates such misery that feeds the marked to the Beast via daily drudgery.
It is so ugly. A world that looks heavenly yet feels specifically hellish occasionally. By their seeds shall ye know them as from these grow the trees which mark the forest of illusion you’re lost in. But look, up there, floating high in the wind is something that isn’t a bird but does exist on a higher plane of existence and can guide you out of this because its perspective offers a glimpse at what is hidden. Imagine for a moment:
You are lost and tired, maybe sick. Wandering through a forest you find yourself within. At one point you had a map and knew where you were headed but then something happened and you found yourself immersed in something that sprang up so gradually and subtly and yet is so dense that you can no longer make sense, but keep on trudging. You haven’t seen a Soul, nor have you heard a thing. It feels like you’re entirely alone in all of this as you raise the canteen to your lips and take a sip of the refreshment within as panic starts to set in. “Three days is all I can survive without this sustenance” you think and its at this very moment you look up and notice that which flies overhead. At this point the path splits and its a question of options that go a little something like this:
Keep doing what you did. Trudge on without knowing where you’re headed as you’ve been misdirected and tricked into thinking it isn’t what it is with your steadily depleted resources, both outside and within. Or try something different and see what happens.
See if that object were a bird with wings then the song it sings could offer guidance as it sees far more than those trapped within the forest of illusion due to its position. Not only that but it knows of your presence and situation as well and links your problem to a solution which rests two clicks in this direction as there is a natural spring from which you can drink your fill. The problem is this, the route there is paved with brambles and similar pain inducing things. It was designed like this to ensure most would perish, its only a question of when because all you can win at the end is death. But people don’t wish to acknowledge this. So ask your Self:
If you were in that predicament, which option would you pick? For now lets look into the head of our thirsty protagonist who sits on a rock in the forest, looking up at a bird that he’s certain is waiting for him and wishes to guide him. “Its absolutely foolish, a stupid idea” he thinks “How the hell did I get into this? No, no, no. Focus on the solution, forget the problem. OK. I’m lost, know where I’ve been but don’t know where I’m headed. I’m running low on this” he says waving his resources with a flourish “So this could be it. And yet, that which has just appeared feels like a message that was sent to help, guide and protect me as I get out of this.” With that said he starts pacing and now is talking out loud, to himself.
“Do you know how crazy that sounds? Oh yeah, I was lost in the forest of illusion and then a magical flying thing came me and directed me to my salvation. That is implausible at best and a delusion at worst. Oh I feel so stressed. How the hell did I get into this?”
Torn between a rock and hard place our protagonist reaches the point where he must excrete or vacate that upon which he sits and he decides to place his last remaining chip on a source of guidance he has no reason to trust beyond that inkling of a feeling within and thus he yells out “OK, show me the way to go home. I want to go home because I’m tired of being alone and walking these endless roads without having a clue of where to go or how to feel. Oh how I regret bitterly accepting this stupid deal. “Come for a weekend retreat, see the beauty of nature and experience privacy”. Yeah right” says he with a curious mixture of optimism and pessimism laced together by a sense of fury that rages against all this as he’s been pushed to the hilt.
Up above his guide sends the signal and together they set toward his own personal oasis. Up above its easy, without effort for the one that flies without wings and sees the whole thing. Down below the man is being ripped to shreds by the thorns and brambles and is cursing up a storm about how he’s a miserable wretch and this is the worst thing thats happened. “Oh, what an idiot who believes such foolish things. That bird might be a buzzard which is waiting to feast and here I am speeding up my demise, exponentially by wrestling with this unusually dense shrubbery”.
But there is something within, above and beneath. Something he can’t see but feels that says “This is the path for we” so he perseveres as his sustenance recedes and his vital fluids bleed from the myriad of cuts he’s acquired following the lead of one he’s never met, doesn’t know, has no reason to trust and yet still wants to see what he meets at the end of this journey. Eventually thanks to his tireless dedication and mildly spaced out feeling he laughs deliriously as he hears the sound of a stream and sees the bubbling spring. He drinks his fill, tears off his ragged clothes and jumps in to the refreshing waters as he grins and feels better, way better than he can remember being as it was so long ago he stepped into this realm, this forest and the rest that bought him to this point.
He laughs and thinks how three days ago he was on the verge of death and now it feels like he’s found his salvation. The emotions coursing through him are intense and he’s still aware of the presence that guided him to this point and wonders out loud, for their benefit “What next? I want to go home, if you’re taking requests. Thanks for the help but what about the rest?” he yells in their direction as that which flies without wings starts moving in spirals that he follows with his head and then slips and falls, landing on the embankment. “Ow” says he to himself and then notices a switch. He brushes off the filth and looks closely at it:
“In case of emergency press one hundred and eight times” says the text embossed in a circle. “What the heck?” says the man in the forest, as he is perplexed by the medium as well as the message but decides to click and see what happens. Suddenly the ground shifts. It feels like something is raising up from the depths as the dirt is rumbling as he quickly moves to the left as a hole in the ground opens. He peers within, there is a set of steps that look well built and its also nicely illuminated. “What the heck?” he says again as this is something way beyond what he expected as the answer generates more questions like “Who put this here? For what reason and end?” as his curiosity, which is intense, motivates him to walk in to these steps which are embossed with an acronym.
“P.o.P? I wonder what that could mean?”. The air is crisp, the environment clean. It feels like the polar opposite of where he’s been and, oddly, that never ending torment is starting to seem like a distant memory that dims steadily as he proceeds. It doesn’t take long till he perceives something that appears to be a train, waiting patiently. He can’t believe what he sees and rushes over to it, quickly. “No need to hurry, wanderer. Without you we shan’t leave”. “Who are you? How do you know me? To where does this train speed? I have a family I haven’t seen for so long, a life I wished to lead. So many hopes and dreams… Who the heck built this place? What is the meaning of the forest? How did I even come to be here initially?”
The conductor stands there smiling serenely and replies “The answers to all that and more are inside along with whatever you wish to eat, some attention to heal the wounds you sustained along your Journey as well as some new threads because you are, if you hadn’t noticed, naked” she says with apparent glee and tosses a plush robe at the wanderer and then blows the whistle once he’s on board as the train leaves and then, then dear reader, does the true adventure begin as the forest was simply a distraction where the ever increasing and dense vegetation represents facets of ones ignorance of Self as well as the nature of everywhen and the predicament they’re within when they know not the Game of Souls is in session. The rest I’m sure you can fill from the vaults of your powerful imagination as much was said to your chest so lets see what you comprehend as we commence on the adventure of a lifetime as we do the Knowledge and up our res to see through the dense forest of illusion and transcend the trees themselves to hop on the direct express to the land of Inner Sense.
Till we meet again
