Imagine a planet where man is blindfolded. From the moment they step in until they leave this realm there is a bind placed across their vision which prevents clear sight of what truly kicks. Can you pretend you were born on such a planet as this? How do you think it would feel? In what ways would their culture, to us, be so obviously maladapted but, to them, it would be a perfect fit? Could we even imagine such a realm? The coping mechanisms that would dwell and pass, unchecked, from one generation to the next. Obviously, from our vision, there must be another element in the mix that is definitely causing (and probably profiting) from such things and if one were to intervene in their racket and ask these denizens to lose their conditioned mind and come their working senses by overcoming the impediment they would be quite miffed as a lot of time and effort must have gone on to create said things. Not only this but, due to the inside of their heads, they’d probably feel like you were insulting their sacred tenets and traditional way of doing things. After all, something is needed to explain the bumps, bruises and dings they’d sustain from living like this, yes? There would also be a natural reluctance to about face and change the very thing that created what they hate as the alternative would fill them full of even greater fear and dread of what could be worse to this ergo they would cling to their beliefs like a drowning man a brick. What if you were certain they could swim but they, themselves, lacked this gnosis as they’d never reality tested and were more than content to tread where they stand and make no progress in the end?
That is a lot of unhappy people who will not admit this and a smaller segment that are obviously quite content with how this is going. Could you pretend that, for an incarnation, you came to this realm? Forget your earth life and its whys and whims. You were born strapped in to their way of doing things and accepted, without question, the script and how its penned. What if, all along, you felt an immense sense of stress that others couldn’t comprehend? Call it the afterglow of illumination, a seed of gnosis or whatever you wish – the net result is identical. The more you pushed against what chafed the more they poured discipline. What if you were so pressed that you, one by one, tore each hair out of your head in frustration because the others simply didn’t get what you couldn’t explain to them? What then? What if after it was all said you, somehow, chanced upon and ripped the blindfold from your vision? How would you decode this brand new dataset that came streaming in and how it was effecting the rest of the populace? Imagine your chagrin when you came to realize there were others who knew this and had been happily walking along swindling the rest with cheap tricks and manipulations based on their oneupmanship as they lived like kings with views to be gods among men? As the horrifying truth set in what would you do next? Ask Van Gogh as they said, whilst living, he had no skills only to comprehend his genius when he’d left and, long after this, they finally clicked he was painting things only seen with cutting edge tech as the swirls and flows he saw were the background cosmic radiation… Now his works are in the millions but how many are seeing without comprehending? Better yet, if we’d listened to Tesla, back then, your great grandparents would’ve been Jetsons instead of the coming gen becoming digital flotsam instead…
If you found the truth, would you hide it? Or announce it from the parapet? If you did, do you think they’d accept it or Thunk you’re off your head? What of the stiff opposition who had, in secret, been the true cause of your stress as they long suspected you were capable of awakening and, inadvertently, ensured this with their constant mistreatment and manipulation which was far more intense than the rest as they were content to accept the bandage but you insisted on developing other skills that weren’t on the curriculum as you asked them simple questions:
“What do you see when you’re dreaming? Do you ever sense people before they announce their presence? Isn’t it odd that you can tell when someone is lying as there is a missing link in their voice you feel by its absence as their lips may be moving but heart isn’t in accordance?”.
All throughout your development they had been surrounding and fielding such questions in the hope you would desist but also using it as feedback on how to best tailor their process as it was really quite effective for the rest but there is always one who refuses to accept the splinter of consciousness and keeps picking at it. Tell me, my friend, if you found the truth, would you hide it? Disguise it? Profit from others ignorance as its easier to fool than convince they’ve been tricked as you lived in fear of the wrath of those who kept it secret? Would you try to retire to a distance and take in the verdant vistas in private as you thank your lucky stars for the potential to awaken or would you feel a sense of empathy so immense that, if that were you, still plugged in, you’d certainly appreciate the invitation to disconnect from this mainframe of ignorance. If you found the truth, would you hide it? Slide the blindfold overhead and pretend to be like the rest as its better to be incorrect with company than right alone as you swing in the wind, surrounded by hostile elements that, seemingly, hate the very essence of your presence due to what you represent? How about the others? The ones with whom you never felt like you fit? What of their constant denigration about you being so difficult? Would you have been wrong in all of this due to following that guidance within that said “There is something very, very wrong with all of this”. Much to the chagrin of both axis that, currently, had you trapped in the mid. What would you do if you found the the truth? Would you hide it? Tell it to anyone who’ll listen or try to disguise it and thank your lucky stars you were gifted vision which allows you to see the lay of the land as it is?
Can you imagine how lonely this existence is? With whom, truly, could you connect? What if the Opponents knew this and sent in their own to befriend with the dual pronged intent of ensuring your lips opened to ears that never shared a word of what you said outside of their own squared circle of acquaintances whilst keeping you headed in the wrong direction as they felt you were a threat to their operation? Imagine, one day, you guessed that the reason they did this is so that, soon, they could unveil a new form of tech that manifested as a bitten apple called Siri that intended to sit in their iris and provide them with technicolor visions and minds, connected? To them it would seem heaven sent but only you would comprehend the devilish intent behind all of this because it was the thinking of one gen that clouded the minds of the next and it was this, in private and public, you’d railed against and thus pulled its grip from your head so things were never, ever the same again.
If you found the truth, would you hide it? Plug back in and get on with the business of living as you’d obviously discovered something above your station and its not worth the stress or tension of attempting to comprehend? Could you live with your Self if you tucked your tail between your legs and happily accepted what they were shoveling as you pretended to go along with the rest who, in their defense, were doing it out of ignorance but you see fine well. What then, my friend? What then? In many ways I suspect we all shall have to face this test (or some equivalent) because you don’t even have to pretend about the planet I mentioned.
You’re living on it.
Till we meet again
