Too many times, in this life of crime, we’re thrust into the spotlight without a clue of what kicks, who is the mix or even where this all happening. The last one is an immense hint, if you can crack it. What if I told you that you, reading, are actually the main character of a quest that I’d be willing to bet hasn’t even started yet? Take your favorite entertrainment series, show, book or what you wish of all time. The one you rank as the greatest and examine the protagonist and his situation. What if I said that is the life you’re supposed to be living?
Snort, came the reply. “I’m a hardcore Dungeons & Dragons fetishist ergo your hypothesis is rejected” said a man who spends more than a bit of time on Reddit. Lets examine his life from a critical lens. He is quite fat, slovenly in appearance, generally isolated except for those in the clique who enjoy rolling dice and busting orcs in the head and thus exceedingly passionate about this aspect of life that allows him freedom. The rest of his time is spent online either discussing said gift or emotionally vomiting on people in the comments if they said something he doesn’t agree with. How common is this? Do you suspect? Actually, does anything so far reflect in the deck from which you select your actions? Lets role that polyhedral dice for a sec and see what comes next:
D&D is a collaborative storytelling thing in which the playas are the most important and the rest is mere window dressing. You choose your own adventure, roll with the punches, play the hand that is dealt and see if you can help the rest out along your quest in which you face all types of foes and demons, fierce and treacherous. There is no end, in that respect, as one simply keeps on leveling and gaining more and more friends, relations and imperience.
In many ways it truly was an organic net before the web began to spin and snared folks in to its image building Game of “Lets pretend…” but because it was generally populated by nerds and social rejects it gained a rep as not being a cool thing. Thats by the by, though, because if you look at what was said and apply to the man in questions existence it would play out like this:
What is the story he tells himself, in his head? He started out very underpowered and even impoverished as the odds were stacked against him. Struggling to fit in and desperate to be anyone but himself he found a vent that presents an escape into a land of fantasy that was populated with phantasms and demons of his inner realms. There goes the dragon that ate his confidence, back when. Seeing it now fills him with dread as he flees and tells himself “Not my problem, me and him are cool these days” as he escapes to the shade. The same can be said for the rest of the characters that populate his inner realms. In order to avoid this mass angst he tends to overeat as the excess indulgence prevents the rising thoughts from getting beyond his neck and thus as his waist expands he finds there is less and less demand from the girls at school he sees on the reg. The external expansion is marked with an internal contraction and its into this void the Game did step as a projected alternative from taking on his true Hero’s Quest that scares him witless. From that point on it becomes his all of everything and is not only the cornerstone but foundation and roof of his identity. Heck, its the walls, door, windows and furnishings as well ergo he cannot imagine life without it as that is akin to being left, naked, in the elements. He will defends its honor and worth to the hilt without ever stopping to comprehend what is truly happening as all of the above adventures in tabletopping could, and should, be happening within the realms of his consciousness as that was his true challenge but we are given no users manual, clue or hint about how to process these energetic shifts we call emotions and the labels we attach therein.
Tell me, my friend, am I reaching or could you apply the above intuition to your own favorite passtime or entertainment thing? That is the reason why you find it so attractive and if we up the res again there will be an equal and opposite hidden within that causes a further layer of spin that, often, precludes introspection for many as the funny feelings it brings to consciousness equal confusion thus its easier to stay where you sit than pick up the weapon tossed in front of them. A lot do, actually, but end up using it on themselves in terms of coping mechs. Woe betide anyone who attempts to rip away babies bottle as they’ll scream and yelp then say “He’s worse than Hitler, himself!”. It takes a greater mind to see beyond the reality tunnel it digs but one must be wiling to lose what is conditioned to come to their senses, comprehend?
What if you could gain a map for your Hero’s Journey? One that says “This is where you started, here is what comes next” and outlines, in general, what to expect and the direction to find the first challenge? After that, you’re off and its time to bet on Self as the amazing thing about the Game is it all takes place in your head ergo people playing the roles miraculously manifest, on cue, do what they’re supposed to and leave. Most of them totally ignorant of the significance of said things as ye will be to them who are engaged in the same thing. I tell ya, the Game of Souls, in terms of coding and application is a work of pure, unbridled genius when it comes to the miserification of processing needed to string the dumb terminals of flesh along for the ride of their lives, in ignorance. Smarter still was how they took the larger Pattern and broke it down again and again for overlays on top of overlays to build the land of confusion in which we live. The ancients, sans TV sets, were well aware of this paradigm hence their “innernet” was the stream of myths and legends which are akin to the sites to which we connect. Your level of awareness, presence and education decide what was decoded as outlined in why I believe Jesus was a metaphor for pure consciousness that, this very moment, is being crucified inside your head via the two hemispheres – one repents, the other wicked – as outlined in the link. Now, I could be reaching but the above I have just said is why I suspect I’m not in a mental asylum or dead as my own life has been no joke. And yet I laugh. It is absolutely outsane but perfectly amazing when seen from a higher lens as through my steps in the Valley of the Plebs I’ve came to comprehend that a) I’m immortal b) I’m not the story in my head c) reality is plastic and d) most people are entirely ignorant of what kicks but play their role to the hilt without a clue that the script thats pimped in their head wasn’t written by them but could be. If they wished. That is where the map comes in, my friend. “Its dangerous to go alone, take this!” is what the village Shaman said, back when, before his role was x’d from the rec and it was legally mandated to spend a decade and change learning how to sit still, look ahead and do well on the test. For what? That simply preps you to be like the rest and thus gain no gnosis beyond what they present as the psychosocial treadmill which, for many, is all consuming from one life to the next…
The map can even speak on this as it can tell you where you’ve been, how life was on your previous spin and what kept you pinned to the wheel of time as there is a programming language to this realm where nothing is by accident, only opportunities exist as you can flip the Game on its head, if you wish, by doing the Knowledge. Thats the map times ten because whilst most are designed for their own personal quest there are others whose resonance is beyond the personal and aims collective. This ties in nicely with who keeps sending the prophets they kill and why each incarnation was predicted as wise men looked at the motions, overhead and followed where they were pointing. Exactly the same thing the Shamans did when they traversed the land of spirit and its for this reason they called this plane the underworld where the dead believe they’re living but thats another level to the deception as it seems insane to say, yes? Why did the ancient Kemetians, who built such immense monuments jam packed with encoded datasets, build their entire culture around dying and never coming back again? On the flip, why are we trying to extend the amount of time we can remain plugged in by using silicon chips to bend the telomere limit that will slow aging as a neural synaptic regulator kicks in and unleashes what, to us, will feel like a low level hallucinogenic trip in which people are mind melded, beautiful and unable to Thunk beyond the preset limits they won’t believe exist as the low level hijack of consciousness is taken to another level via the introduction of Techno Sapiens. Its dangerous to go alone, take this:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Once you comprehend the depth of this simple statement and how it permeates every single aspect of this realm, your awareness and interaction therein then everything becomes a discussion or, better yet, a negotiation. “Between what?” I hear. Why, wisdom and ignorance hence why, like Jon Snow, I know I know nothing. Dig:
I’ve said before life is a Game of three halves, yes? There is what you know you know ie what was poured in or absorbed via osmosis during your time on the planet in this incarnation. There is that of which you’re aware you’re ignorant and, for most Slaves, this is where the trail ends as the rest of the map they get says thats how it is. For the Warrior, however, he looks down and notices treads that he only makes by walking and thus follows his intuition and stumbles into the darkness to find enlightenment. Its in here discovers what he didn’t know he didn’t know aka doing the Knowledge and things get super interesting as why would such powerful information be occulted from the rest? I guess the question is the answer, yes? People are easier to control when ignorant and stressed. I mean, just imagine that you Knew, one hundred, that death was not the end but you’re an immortal beam of consciousness that is identical with the all of everything around whom flesh is wrapped from one life to the next. You would, without a doubt, turn the noiZ down a bit and start staring at the bigger pic of why you can’t remember past lives, who is wiping your mind and with what intent as well as countless other interesting questions I’ve been pondering since a jit. They say the poison and cure grow side by side and its up to the wise to spot this and handle their biz. I guess this perspect is a side effect of all the SRA they dealt as, paradoxically, the flip is the freedom to question, without limits, and draw links others miss which begets a desire for liberation, quite intense and thats where the map comes in because, can you imagine, that as it said was what went in to create the story in my head. Thats like finding what kicks and in Coca Cola that makes it taste like nothing else and why nobody can replicate it. Do you know what the answer is? Cocaine.
Literally. I’m not joking as they are, legally, allowed to fly in soccer fields of the leaf for processing. They, of course, eject the “real thing” and dump the three billion pounds worth of surgical grade sniff some place else for application and never, ever public consumption or distribution via a private cartel hell bent on profits which, I suspect, is the same clique murdering the prophets they send as there is but one corruption as only one Prime who pre-exists. I’ll let you up your res and guess who is the pretender, pretending whilst the Psylense sits, awaiting your comprehension of the trick that pimps your free will by making you Thunk it exists without having to do a thing when, in reality, its like a muscle thats built via constant repetition and flex aka doing the Knowledge. Your starter for ten, in case (like a Jersey mob boss) you think I’m shifting garbage:
Thats to scale, by the weigh. Not a typo. Look at the ingredients and note they mention an ambiguous “natural extract” on the list. Thats the leaf, sans sniff, as processed by the Stepan Company, NJ who take the reup and flip to Mallinckrodt who chop, chop the rock and sell to the doc, dentists and anyone else who needs a hit of the sniff. For legit purposes, of course. But that doesn’t stop one who does the Knowledge questioning why the company located at One Hundred West Hunter Ave, NJ was only recently added to Street View and even then a large portion is still off the record when everything else around it was sketched, well, way back when:
Make that make sense and whilst you’re there ponder on how much they extract from the hundred metric tonnes they bring in, their secret farm plantation in Hawaii and the three billion Dollars they generate from the flip and DEA approval then mix in with a bit of tinfoil (and I think I tasted egg and cinnamon) then see what you get. For desert you can ponder why Opium production in Afghanistan sky rocketed after “liberation” when the red, white and blue crew stepped in as well as who fed the same to the Chinese, back when, then laundered the profits through HSBC who were built to do just this. More to heaven and earth, my friend. How do I know this? Because my map said and I made the Path by walking via intuition long before I ever bumped into the programming code of this realm and then a whole load about a little bit made way more sense…
Till we meet again
