Following on from the words of Philip K Dick, as yet unwrit – Did you already know what I’ve just discovered? Did you? Did they? There can be no way in which I can comprehend they’ve seen the whole thing. I don’t mean this as a slight or anything but there is an immense difference between grabbing a rope, holding up the wall, sitting under a fan or leaning on the wall versus the glory of the whole elephant and not bit and pieces transcribed with riddles. Is it this lack of perspect that makes them thirst for my death? Is that it? What the F is happening, mayne?
The implications of this are so immense that its beyond ineffable. There is simply no way anyone well adjusted to this mess could ever, ever, ever hope to comprehend the shadows depth. Now I get why I was born in it and why it took so long to ascend to the surface ergo where life begins for the rest, for me, has just started. Wow. Sometimes people are so far behind they think they’re ahead, eh? What if I’m aheart? Does that make a difference? Who in the heck would have picked this trek out of all of the options and variables in the fractal of consciousness? Its beyond a fools errand and makes Don Quixote look quite sensible.
Why doesn’t the Prime pull the plug? Who slugs the prophets and makes profits off of them? How can one with a corrupted consciousness hope to ever tell what truly kicks and, worse still, if their programming language itself was a half, inverted then flipped would they even click that spells and rites plus cursive equal a past, present and future that are tense that beget stiff upper lips that, with a clearly murky conscience, can unleash such heinousness on the natives anuses in the name of “civilizing” them. I guess thats why they call it “colonization”, eh? The spells are tells, my friends, just like words are thoughts held hostage. There are levels to this and we’re in the abyss, where Rick James dwells…
I don’t presume to be so arrogant to think that I floated across an ocean to find a place, populated, then claimed it as my own creation. Hell no, leave that to those sans melanin but plus ten questionable morals and wicked intents. I’m fueled my Inner Sense and if this is what a diamond sees with crystal clear vision I can perceive why the rest of the coals will be lining to stick Siri in their iris when the fat lady sings and tells them its time to shift to the new order of ages, remixed. This is what sounds like when a silicon human fakes an orgasm… Suddenly the drive to fakeness, the pump and twist, legislated feelings and frogs in the kitchen make perfect sense. Its like I said, everything is as intended and that, itself, is mind bending.
Say what you want about Rick but he had that mothership connection hence why he recorded without kicks as he clicked the funk is in the floor and that makes its presence felt when one is in resonance. Its like a hundred straight lines just hit in a hundred games of Tetris that a hundred versions of me were playing in the same instance but in general ignorance of the rest. Its so multiversal! And, in that instance, we all said:
And became timeless immortals fully cognizant of the links and the implications of this are protoctistal. Like a feathered serpent riding the Van Allan belts at death to escape reincarnation as we’re literally a molecule of something else. Something which is “no thing”‘ but everything, all at the same instance. Playthings of the gods held hostage by real devils who had you a shovel and blueprint, to spec, to dig a reality tunnel, par excellence, that demands one runs the treadmill whilst ticking the “Supposed To” boxes to get another pat on the head as teachers pet whilst parents grin at report cards that said:
“Little Timmy is simply the best are regurgitating what we said, on cue, for the test which means he’s lining up to be a square watermelon, real well”.
Tell me that isn’t how it is and I’ll call you a liar, par excellence, that manufacturers proof, for the fibs they sell themselves… The shadows depth is so immense that most don’t even suspect they’re in the Valley of the Plebs and that is what makes the trick so effective as they merely class it as “being human‘” without comprehending their true strength and potential that is buried under layers upon layers of conditioning, common resonance and all types of blips that are, routinely, edited from their consciousness.
Now more than ever it seems that the entire fate of the world hangs in a very fine balance hence why I exhort one should do the Knowledge because the upsides are immense for, in the end, the Game takes place inside your awareness. But ye, the Slave/Masters already knew this, yes? This is the part I’m trying to comprehend because if you truly are aware of the ins and outs of wearing flesh then the way you go about it makes very little sense to me but, then again, I’m not an adept. At least, not on this spin but that does make me wonder why the rivers of higher awareness beget a familiar newness as well as the modes and methods you lot implement on the reg. So the question is, I guess, what is my role in all of this? Better yet, what comes next?
One of the strange things about creating the Path by walking is you, literally, don’t have a clue of what comes next as its never presented on any official curriculum or syllabus ergo one must flex but not bend, listen but not be taken in and, above all else, to thine own Self be true. What more can I do than tell it how it is, in that respect? The thing is you, reading, have been coerced, conditioned and cascaded through so many filters of consciousness that they’re invisible and thus man wrestles with parts of an elephant, firmly convinced of the narrative and missing whats right in front of them. Isn’t the hint about the number, devilish, being six, six, six and how that links with the flesh you’re wearing Self evident? What of the correlate in terms of the time spent in bed versus the rest wandering the planet? Haven’t you ever wondered how and why it seems that time dilates when dreaming and what the implications of this are as why would nature, as miserly generous as she is, expound immense chunks of energetics creating nocturnal visions for your entertainment? Could there be more to the obvious that is so fine, so subtle that a calloused consciousness cannot grasp it?
Methinks that is an interesting avenue for exploration as the side effects may include the start of a spiritual awakening and, let me tell thee, things are never the same again after you comprehend that you simply cannot be the voice in your head when you are that which listens to it. See what I mean about the Dual Reality Principle and how it spins in two opposite yet complementary decisions and we, in the midst, are effects of the cause it begets that manifests as torus fields of coherence along with the movement of celestial events and their earthbound references? What is most mind blowing about all of this is how there is but one story, in the end, and that can be extrapolated, again, to suggest you are the only Soul on the planet and I’m a figment of your imagination. How else can ten men view one and draw such radically different conclusions?
Are these the type of things you converse on in private, my old friends turned teachers, par excellence? If so, why do so few of your adepts speak on this or is that part of the secret tradition? Whats with all the suffering? Granted, in my case, it turned a coal into a diamond. Why do I feel like some type of special project that is beta testing an upgraded OS not available to the rest yet? Is that what kicks? If so that would explain the observation and shifts of variables to map my reactions then, wouldn’t it? One could also argue that that means the one who flip and become schizophrenic simply didn’t manage to swim in the seas of higher consciousness and that, once again, links with the Industrial Revolution that originated in the land of stiff upper lips from where those who were on the receiving end of an exodus set up encampment and, currently, wave triple crosses in your dish as a not so coded statement of intent.
And yet, still I rise.
I look at those who lived and died within the grip of these machinations and I find a common thread. They are all immensely empathetic, often troubled, frequently came from less and, usually, meet an early death for trying to buck the trends. After that their image is repackaged and selt to the rest with a vital aspect missing:
What would’ve came next.
Who would Malcolm X had been if his reign wasn’t cut short by hands in pockets that pulled out semi automatics? Same with Pac and Big. Marley as well. The list is endless but they all have the fact that they’re were wildly creative and set a bar others couldn’t even imagine, let alone hit. Is it, as I suspect, a side effect of the training? Did they too climb the pyramid and then reject the final solution as they chose to take their Soul home instead of playing ball with rules and parameters, deceptive? If I am correct in what I suspect that this world is a broken reflection of a higher realm then what of the one above it and then again and again and again? If there are turtles in descent what ascends? These are the things I’m wondering as I sit in my four corner room, alone, staring at candles and pondering the true nature of consciousness and its flame, eternal. Me and ye both know from whence this springs and how it made its journey to the West so if all of this is as intended then that means that I, too, have my place in the macro and microcosm, yes?
The role played by parentage, friends, kith and kin in all of this really made my head spin. Ten Eighty degrees, to be accurate. Each step bought nothing but traumatic programs and when I went to war with them I was hit by a Two Eleven, both ends. It appears that some, up there, don’t like me and wish to prevent the full manifest and yet there must be another, more powerful, that has decided I’m her favorite. A plaything of the gods… It has a certain ring, doesn’t it?
The next half of precession and what it begets via technological progress seems to be a foregone conclusion, and yet, even that, to me, seems like a retread as the future memories keep seeping in. I’ve come to the conclusion that what we term schizophrenics are those who have a malfunctioning resonance with time and, on some level, reject the programming. This, I suspect, is bought about by their parents who send mixed messages during development, par excellence, but do they do it via free will or is that too scripted? Each step brings new answers but they only beget better questions as I up my res but the past year seems to have had many stops (and blocks) pulled out and melted. Like ice becoming water which recollects its actually steam, eternal, wearing flesh. If you all Know this then how come you stave off death as long as you can whilst dealing it to the rest who meekly inherit the earth that is laid upon them as they’re dropped into a coffin before having their consciousness recycled for another spin?
Five points in reverse. The ruler of optics and all beautiful who sprang from the loins, fully formed, of the one who killed the old king to usher in the new order of the ages as old angels became new devils. Its a Game as old as the empire itself. Did it ever end or simply ascend to pull strings from a place most cannot imagine and fewer still dare tread? The fact that I’ve dodged bullets so well has me pondering hence why I said I cannot hate the gifts you sent as they allow me to speak like this with a view so in depth that I truly wonder how many can comprehend it without taking the steps? What if they’re not supposed to? Henrietta became immortal but what did she truly gain from such experimentation? As we slide further and further into the forest of illusion how many look overhead and listen to what life is saying because nothing is hid to those whose ears are whispered in by the lips of wisdom.
Well, these are the latest words from your correspondent who is currently paddling upstream in a world, downhill. Does everyone have to take this test, at some point, if they wish to ascend? Is it the equivalent of learning how to ride with no stabilization and thus the bumps and bruises are learning lessons? Did you already know what I’ve just discovered? If so then why is the world like this? There is something I’m not getting and that is next in my quest to comprehend the shadows depth because, in the end, there is no “out there” without “in here” projecting it as the tele/microscope spins and does its bit to make beasts of men who, soon, will be hybridized by silicon after the herd has been thinned but thats another topic…
By the way, what does the moose have to do with all of this? The goat has been decoded and if what I think is correct then a lot about a little makes way more sense as the twin currents do their thing as does the rest of ascending descent and nature of the grand treadmill with thirteen steps in either direct. The other element I’m still pondering as the link to the shining serpent is evident as is the cow, sacred, so where do I fit into all of this? Am I leading or being lead?
Thirteen plus one times ten with four, sprinkled aka the 8% capable of Knowing the Ledge. Recollect, the chosen ones choose themselves… The ratios never fib when you’ve learned divine mathematics and one plus one equals eleven, yes? Thats a far greater rate of interest than anything the teacher said would be on the test as the one who flew over the cuckoos nest, met the fork in the road but didn’t turn right or left as he was Centered in Self and thus another option presents…
Till we meet again
