I want you to imagine, for a moment, that there are no accidents in this realm. Like a scene with a script lets pretend that every single detail, line, glance and gesture were pre-written for reasons of conveying a certain message to you, the viewer, actor, director – all rolled in one. Get it? “Roled?”. Ha, it appears the Game isn’t without a sense of the ironic when it comes to these spells and rites… You could argue that those who Know not the Ledge have “Souled” what should never be sold as they were “Whirled” into this world full of joined up, cursive, if you will, “curses” aimed at them not comprehending whats “Rite” in front of them? I know, right? Sounds ridiculous, and yet it is. From the moment they “Wake” and yell “Good mourning” to anyone who’ll listen they’re already telling they admit to being dead, serving a life sentence in the flesh but think they’ll see the code to the Matrix if its revealed to them within the construction designed to dazzle the senses as it sells the illusion of being human? Don’t be stupid. That would be a diss to the intent at the helm and his team of fallen angels, some of which appear human as they walk in the flesh, but don’t get it twisted as that earpiece is in and that marks the shift between we and dem for the rest hold a connect they secretly covet and is the whole point of this illusion.
That actually has nothing to do with the main topic beyond providing a sketch that nothing is what you expect and there is a Dual Reality Principle in effect, so, with that said lets kick some Knowledge:
I want you to imagine, for a moment, that there are no accidents in this realm. That every single that ever happened, up until this moment, was designed to send a message to the consciousness trapped in and manifesting as flesh. Here is how I’d recommend one inventory the life they’ve lived:
Write down, pad and pen for best results, the most dominant emotion you feel on the reg with no special effort. Call it your standard mode of embodiment. The one thats always on deck, old faithful, if you will. Your starter for ten, well 8, but you get my drift:
Anger.
Fear.
Sadness.
Disgust.
Anticipation.
Surprise.
Trust.
Injoi.
What you got? Don’t try and think about it too much, feel instead. Write it down so your inner realms can stare back at you as we progress. Roll that emotion (and its role) around. Sense into it. Lets pretend this is the main ink from which the story of your life is painted. What color is it? What the tone, in general? Well, my friend, that is the first card you were dealt from the deck of life. How do you like them apples? Once bit and can’t wait to tuck in or are you twice shy about what comes next? Lets pick the rarest emotion that illuminates your inner realms. Take a look at the list, you already know what it is but I get if you want to hum and ha a bit to make yourself seem less pathetic, desperate or whatever choice epithet that voice in your head slings to discourage every little step on the Path you create by walking. Well, what did you get? Feel into it again and imagine a life that was built from that particular shade of ink being slung onto the canvas of pure awareness then step into it. Inhabit it. Can you picture this life, identical, but that was your base resonance instead? How would things be different? In which way would your interpretation shift? Shall we flesh this out a little bit? Bet:
She steps in a looks like a million. To the average eye, at a glance, she’d appear to have it all but I could spot the cruel tension around her lips that always prevented her lips from hitting their zenith with a grin. A greater tell was how she could turn on whatever she wished as she was used to men pretending they weren’t getting aroused in her presence. She got off on it. It was her own little power trip but this truth only hid how victimized she felt. I’ll let her tell it:
“OK, I’m here. Now what? Listen, I don’t mean to offend but I’ve got another appointment so can we keep it strictly meat and potatoes this session with as little abstraction as you can manage?” she said as she sat down in the chair with an artfully intended flash of thigh as her legs crossed with effortless precision and the same inauthentic grin that was built on false energetics flashed across her countenance. Am I laying it on too thick? Should I not mention the details and let you fill them in? This, my friend, is a side effect of the doing the Knowledge as you pick up a lot more than the reg as its akin to watching your favorite film, times ten, that you’ve only ever viewed on a small, handheld black and white TV set (with one speaker busted) and loads of static from the comfort of your very own multiplex on a screen that is immense with the sound system bumping. You know what comes next, I asked her to pick from the list and given this was not our first sesh and she was well aware how terse I can get if I feel the other isn’t carrying the matter with spirit they call themselves she stopped and introspected. Her face presented many microshifts in expression that belied the voice in her head saying “What will he think if you pick this?”. “Ooh, ooh, ooh. This ones great, image build”. The queen of the frozen depths who often made mice of men was hip to the ways of her Opponent so she eventually said:
“Disgust”.
I just listened. And waited. A sigh escaped her lips as her posture did shift but she didn’t notice it.
“Mainly at my Self but often, at them as well. Its all just so ick, isn’t it? God, there are so many ugly men!“. She started laughing but the tinge of sadness never left her eyes, made up, perfect. “I’m not just talking in image but whats inside them as well. Ugh. Whitewashed tombs, the lot of them. It makes me want to retch sometimes”. To this form of regurgitation she was no stranger as, during her development, it was one of her best coping mechs and it helped her feel a sense of control in the midst of maelstrom of emotions she could barely comprehend. Nowadays, at the ripe old age of twenty six, she’d developed it to a keen edge and it was this that bought her to my doorstep as she could sense the wall, looming, and knew that there were prettier girls being born every moment. And yet, she said:
“What the F is wrong with me? I’m young, rich, attractive and I still feel… I don’t even know what to call it“.
And she meant it as she was numb from within. She had heard what I’d said to someone else about the matter with spirit and the snowman equation and something, deep within, started melting hence the introduction. We were now a few sessions in and, once, I’d had to explain the slap varies depending on the dish it hits, meaning, if I know you know you’re fronting then expect problems but if you’re in the grip of such immense ignorance about the truth of your inner realms and present with no guile, ill intent or manipulative pretense then you’ll get an immense amount of tenderness that many on the receiving end commented felt like nothing they’d ever Witnessed in the flesh but, once they did, they too could furnish the same resonance to their previously cold and barren sanctum.
“Actually, its not so much them, is it?” she glanced up, for validation. “Its me. I know I’m disgusted at me. Ha! Its wild how I knew this was coming hence the little preamble as a protective mech. Thanks for letting me vent. Its nothing but a brunch appointment with some guy who inevitably wants to get between my legs using whatever he’s got and thinks I’ll accept. Its pathetic, isn’t it? They’re so simple and basic. Show a slight hint of skin, a small grin at the correct moment, a look held for a little length and they all just melt”. Her face did a flip as she comprehend the shadows depth and how her presence made them feel as she rued this, to her, was impossible. “You know, I just remembered what you said about the Sun actually being cold as hell and, once again, I thought you were mind bending but then it clicked that seeing as everything else is backwards and inverted so why not that as well? I felt such a huge empathy for the thing that gives us light, warmth and allows our development being so remote and distant plus wrapped in a chill. Worst of all we, from here, cannot even look at it without dimming our vision and thus severing that connection at its purest essence. What a sad existence”.
It would take a few more sessions for this gnosis to penetrate the tundra of her own consciousness as this admiration she was able to project was seemingly only valid for anyone who wasn’t she, raised by her parents to be picture perfect. She had never been hugged. Can you imagine this? Its why she was one step removed from her emotions beyond the one she identified with to keep the others hid. Much like a welders mitt being slipped onto a hand, delicate, who is then asked to massage another with a gentle caress. Not happening. Heck, something as simple as attempting to scratch your lip can result in a nose, bleeding. Sadly, this is how most of the world lives and they’d gladly die in ignorance of finding this hence I applaud the strength of Spirit for anyone, everywhen, willing to put the work in to awaken the Warrior within. This progress was demonstrated well by her intuition pitching and her mind, catching, the polar opposite thanks to a seed that was planted last session that she’d obviously nourished via moments of quiet introspection as she ferried herself between appointments and handled the business of living that her phone constantly ringing with notifications from the A till PM.
Enough of the sesh. Thats the kind of depth you need to process at. Not just what she said but that I was observing in terms of levels of tension, the absence and presence of affect and a zillion and one other things. Remember, black and white handheld versus a home cinema type of thing. Doing the Knowledge isn’t easy but once you get used to it, it just clicks so regularly check in by shifting to the state of the Witness and note how you’re breathing, levels of tension, any excess efforts and such things without changing them then let them go and settle into a new equilibrium as you update the internal OS in your head with a new default setting. Basically I want you to take a good, hard look at the hand life has dealt. You can use the contradiction between this version of Self and the (false) version you project as well as tossing in all types of comparisons like what other people think they think about you, their reactions to your presence, what they say are your strengths and aspects they cherish and see how many of them are skin deep or actually hit a note, deep within. Then do the same with the opposite. Eventually you will have worked your way around the entire wheel and should have filled notebooks, voluminous, with your observations. There is a reason I said push the pen and not tap keys which I’ll let you discover for Self as the former hits spots the latter cannot even pretend to comprehend so when you do the Knowledge make sure you keep the change and its sealed with the ink that spills, dig?
Basically you are stepping into a role and comparing it to the second skin you were not aware of wearing and, after a while of doing this, you start spotting what shifts, what sticks and the underlying constant. Sprinkle in a dice, sides six, and your ever present pad and pen in which you write down some folks (real or imagined) who embody the emotion so well and then you roll it and play the role it says. Note, we are not aiming at making it super obvious. If someone clicks you’re hamming it then its the metaphysical equivalent of being pelted with tomatoes and eggs as the aim is to be subtle and natural so if you chose, lets say, Jesus for one (or even all 8 as his Heroes Journey certainly hit all the heights and depths) its not a case of turning up in sandals and then preaching but being of the same mindset as interpreted via your lens in a way that seems effortless and yet takes a lot of work to get correct. Doing this shows exactly how much runtime the (false) self uses to live that masked existence you previously accepted in ignorance as well as unveiling latent strengths and talents you didn’t know you possessed. On the flip, if you’re in a mood to channel aggression as He whipping the skin off the old school equivalent of bank managers rubbing palms with a grin at the thought of interest but are usually as soft as rice pudding it can rep quite a challenge which is why, as I said to someone else:
“Listen, you’re going away on a business trip to that conference this strengthened, yes? Do it there. Nobody knows who you are, they don’t have a clue of what to expect so you can consider it real life role playing. Mix in some L-Theanine with an extra strong coffee which I know you don’t usually sip to get that adrenaline coursing whilst taking off the edge so you’re not jittering. Go out to a store and find a new perfume that screams “I am a boss, bish, not like you pretend!” as you let that rage, righteous, find a way to vent as you note the sensations that they flow through your skin and mind as well. Watch your favorite flick and channel Brockovich. Get the tunes pumping. Feel the fear and recollect its simply a street sign on the way to your own power so thank it, remain Centered in Self and handle it. Pick a color, bright red, and use it somewhere on your flesh instead of your usually muted beige and grey. Matter of fact, choose the shoes. Yes, that will be perfect as you can use that discomfort from wearing heels instead of flats as a vivid recollection of how it feels to be she who was once hemmed in but now allows herself to melt, via inversion, to gain freedom plus the increased height brings a new vantage as you’re, literally, so over it. You’ve got this, go and make it happen”.
You will notice the tone here was far more direct and directing that the more ambiguous interaction with the other girl, mentioned. That is for a reason because there are a few types of emotional cripples and it generally helps to prevent one falling at the first hurdle if you pre-furnish all of the potential arguments in her head with perspectives she will diligently water and nourish before stepping up to the challenge as its akin to trekking along Path you’ve never went and meeting fearsome Opponents as, magically, the perfect weapon manifests and you slide into action without breaking a sweat as it feels so warm and natural. Thats flowing, glowing. The Ether, doing what it does best… After that she doesn’t need the help of stabilization and pre-pacing as she’s freewheeling and growing into her true potent. In the other example it would be akin to saying:
“Here is a map, you start at this place and need to get somewhere else, quick. Tick tock, the clock says. Oh, by the way, if you go straight to the target you’ll miss what was hid and its not the opposite or even one you’d expect but if you don’t find I won’t tell and you’ll live and die in ignorance” as this generates the maelstrom within which a) she feels comfortable and b) is suitably challenged as well hence the slap, in strength, varies according to the dish as for some its a rude awakening and others get a slow, gentle caress in which they sit, candlelit, and hear me telling them everything thats happening and what I intend to do well as I wait for a cue from their internal energetics that they’re ready to accept what comes next and are actually welcoming of its presence as its a sensation they’ve never felt up until this moment. The astute reader will have clicked that this is also lifted from the record of the same one who headed the article who got a curious mix of brutal tenderness as that was needed to reverse engineer the aspects of her that folded in as well shaking the ones that were over developed out of their rigid protection. Basically, this is how one Knows thy Self and whilst its easier with a guide I, personally, feel its more rewarding in private as who but you comprehends your own depths best? Granted I know that takes a certain type of strength but I write, more so, for the 8% and not those who are content to just skim the surface as there is no way in hell they’d be reading this article at length for they’d have clocked off, long since, and went to fawn after celebs or watch kitten vids or something. I hope you get my drift and catch what I’m throwing then use the echoes of silence mentioned to develop the Psylense within as the rewards are immense for one rediscovers facets and aspects, hidden, that lay bare their inner realms and this is when gnosis doth bring the numinous and ineffable resonance of Inner Sense roaring back to the helm of ones consciousness as all I’ve said simply resets the Mind Made Prison and its conditioning hence no accidents, only opportunities to Know the Ledge. Side effect? One becomes Centered in Self. No longer red or blue shifted but present and correct in the golden circle that dwells in the only time that exists:
Now.
Till we meet again
