I just realized that, as we approach five hundred articles, I’ve never said out loud the most obvious things which underpins the realness:
What is the meaning for me?
Six words hold the key for picking the lock of your reality tunnel and taking a step outside the narrow, plastic trench of what you’ve come to accept because, like the old nursery rhyme says, life is but a dream (within a dream). That is the point that makes it really, really mind bending because if you’re a well trained square watermelon that paints by the numbers, said, then you probably won’t have a clue about what comes next but, on the flip, if you’re what folks term a bit fringe, weird or out there then you’ll, no doubt, be living your lyrics and nod your head as I kick the ballistics:
Everything has significance. Its literally dripping in it because, first and foremost, I am the only Soul on the planet. Not to get solipsistic but, back when, I couldn’t help but pondering how ten men can meet one and draw as many divisive opinions. That, literally, makes no sense – no matter how you slice it – unless we’re all trapped within our perceptions and this is what we interact with hence reality tunnel. Next, seeing as this is my mind and psyche whatever kicks within has a personal significance and thus its up to me to decode it or be encoded. This is a bloom or bust thing or how one jelly differs from the next even if their makeup is identical. Just these two, alone, could have me sitting, alone, pondering for absolutely ages and then, if someone should wander in, I’d hoist them to my current level of perception and create an ad hoc connection of resonance as I poured a perspective into them and asked what shifted within the tunnel they were digging. Many would lament that I’d totally blown their high as they were nicely lifted and now presenting as stone cold sober as they were forced to consider something they’d hadn’t wished to contemplate but, once again, they come back through for another hit as there was obviously a part of them that was interested. That, alone, could fill many volumes but lets jump off the cliff instead and note the wings of imagination spread that would never, ever have found their strength if you kept on trudging along the pavement:
You are not a person, but a people. That means there are loads and loads of versions of you within but there is only one steering wheel – in the present moment – and thus whoever senses the most threat gets voters preference and thus defines your actions. I want you to imagine your timeline like a hose through which the waters of consciousness are flowing. Back when you gained a kink. It might have been via abuse, Satanic, or the more prosaic equivalent of two words that shattered your inner realms. Doesn’t matter, in the end, as the results are the same and, at this point, the water identifies with the hose, its color, location and segment as well as all the cues and clues that were going on around it. You, in effect, jumped out of your skin and impressed the environment with your consciousness and misidentified it. This is the secret behind getting “triggered” and why I said, back when, whoever trips your switch is your Master as you’re their Slave as well because you obviously can’t manage your own energetics. Granted, not the most popular script in this “Everyone gets a medal” realm but Warriors excel in seeking the authentic which often means they work in direct opposite to whatever the Valley of the Plebs sells to the rest, plugged in. Now, I’ve seen, in the flesh, a couple visibly regress to their own respective hose pipe kink and project past stress onto the present and once they both clicked they were arguing with phantoms they could, if they wished, lay to rest by glancing within with compassion and unconditional Self acceptance they, instantly, deleted that blip and got back on with the business of living. What astounded me was how they where content with just this. Like another aspect didn’t leap up and say “Wait a minute, thats amazing. A type of magic, if you will. What else rests in your box of tricks, my friend?”.
They say man often stumbles over miracles but then picks himself up and carries on like nothing ever happened. The saddest life is the one unexamined as its like a letter you never read that was bundled with a fat cheque from an inheritance you never clicked was your birthright upon stepping in. Instead you scrabbled, here and there, trying to eke a living and service the debt on your flexible friend using all the money thats fit to print that they sell at interest. Make that make sense, if you will. For me, the meaning was that we are so divorced from our power that we need to seek meaning in symbols all accept as that makes us feel nice within as at least some part is coherent. “F that mess” I said then proceeded to bump heads with the System and its Agents. Not much has shifted as we moved from VHS to VR headsets as all versions of me seem to be quite rebellious, even if I recently met a few that were more mellow and chill who’d been laying in the cut, cooling, and just watching the scenes unfolding. He said:
“Why do you care? Really? I mean, its cute and everything. I admire your dedication as you zip that way and this but have you ever, truly, just let life free wheel and see what kicks? Like placing a bet on roulette then telling them to note it as you go some place else and watch the sunset? Totally out of mind. No Fs given or investment in outcome, expected. If you win and they keep it, thats on them. If you lose and they tell you’ve just won information and if, by some miracle, the one you trust is legit and you stack fat chips that, by some dint, fell on the table as another placed his bets and won again to bring an immense return on investment wouldn’t that be pretty amazing to pour your brainpower in if it happened? Thats just one of the options you’ve never, ever considered and wouldn’t have until you cleared your background din that took absolutely ages but, you know how it is, I’m just kicking the bobo with an old friend”.
That is, quite literally, the opposite of me but it also speaks of time when events very similar to above actually happened that I might share elsewhen as I Knew, capitalization, that it was my time to win even though I walked into the gambling establishment with next to nothing in my pockets and bopped out, a couple of hours later, with a stack of chips and suspicious pit boss watching. I really deep ponder what happened, back when. Was it when that version of me came to the helm and said “Lets show him how we do things on the Path of least resistance that he seems to detest, with a vengeance, as he’s got it into his head to examine everything but whats in front of him”. What is the meaning for me? In that respect blindspots are hard to see as they grant the rest of the vision as the optic nerve attests but, if you check out this illusion:
Y’ll see hw th brn flls n wht it expcts. I said, the brain fills in what it expects. If that isn’t a ten out of ten, flag flapping from the parapet reason to set your own wavelength as reality test your programming then I don’t know what is because a man, internally defeated, may have got a signal from his chest that said:
“Hey, lets go to the casino” and quickly responded with “I’ve got Thirty Six quid in my pocket, its Ten PM, I’m tired and its not worth the effort as I never win anyway which is why I avoid it”. I, on the flip, thought “Why not? Ain’t nothing else going on but the rent so lets jet, on a whim, and play some roulette”. As I picked this apart and wondering what the meaning is I couldn’t help but examine other events where I upped a left a crib, for no reason, and those who stayed regretted it as things went wrong, real quick, after my exodus. It doesn’t even have to be dramatic as you can almost read the omens in a moment hence why I asked if you’re listening when life is talking as there is a definite language one projects as they interact with figments of their imagination. Check this article of a woman trying to pull a grift on a man who was only too happy to buy what she was selling but had, thankfully, stopped to up his res before they met otherwise he may have had cause to regret his emotional investment in one who was not the image she sells. Is any woman these days? Were they ever? As I say this I ask:
“What is the meaning for me?”.
Do I distrust modern femininity and all its whims as it hand delivered death, with a kiss, or does my implicit faith in the intuitive negate this? I always found it strange that when the angels fell they taught ancient women the art of booty shaking, makeup and enchantment and, what do you know, that till still rings to the present moment. Make of it what you will… Am I simply jaded by the lack of resonance of higher order consciousness and countless chapstick spirituals who may walk the talk of yoga stretch and true potential but, in the end, are actually pulling a grift on themselves they can’t wait to sell as well, as evidenced whilst they yell at driver swerving in front of them which hints they don’t truly Know the Ledge because, if they did, she’d click why she said:
“How come all of the traffic just seems to move out of the way when you’re driving? And, stranger still, you always find a parking space real quick? Is there some type of magic to this because its happened way too many times to be coincidence which, I guess, must link to how you, in ways maddening, refuse to leave when I wish and only move on your whims in ways that make no sense. Explain your Self!”. That made me grin because at least she was paying attention the variables and shifts but I’m not really in the mood for guiding as I’m my own guru and thus only disciple ergo I push the pen for the web and lace with Game instead that you can choose to reject or develop. On further introspection I discovered the problem was the solution:
By seeking a certain resonance I was, intuitively, rejecting a larger section of women who may, externally, not sport any of the symbols of development and, better still, their lotus of wisdom may be totally latent and floating on an ocean of filth that makes up her current (false) self concept. Let me tell thee, there is no greater thrill in the world than unfolding this bud and watching it spring as the old version of who you met is gone with the wind and you imprint her resurrected divine feminine who blooms with your innate resonance as 1 + 1 = 11 and thats divine mathematics, my friend, that can only happen when you put down the shovel and stopping digging then question instead:
“What is the meaning for me?”.
Hint: If she wears a “Namaste” T and Tweets spiritually this is, in high water or hell, not what she is within but the deeper significance is equally linked with how ninety nine percent of religion is totally corrupted image selling that, at the best, spins empty water wheels and thus its all interlinked which is why spiritual development is a solo thing as, back when, they used to institute temple prostitution in order to bilk a few Shekels more from the plebs as the bank and pub were built onto the new fledgling religion that needed investment in order to gain traction. How do I know this? Well, thats another chamber which we may, one day, spin but, for now, prove me incorrect. Not just about this but everything because the reason I laced the relationship bit is because it points at something else you’ll need to find for Self because if every fresh next ends up having something in common with an old ex then its you thats the common link, yes? If nothing my view is eminently practical which means it is, by definition, the complete opposite of what the rest sell and tell as they yell and scream at a figment of their imagination whilst I’m reading the bumper sticker, in front, that says “Zero to bish is two point three seconds”, amply demonstrated, as she flicks a middle finger of discontent via the rear view at one “yogini” tailgating and blowing the horn, in excess. Hey, at least she’s real! Gotta respect it, yes? Can’t say the same for one trying to talk a good Game but whose spiritual flex didn’t extend beyond the mat and rampant image selling…
What was the meaning for me? Say “Bye” and strolling away, languidly, whilst taking time to check my arousal blueprint and what it meant to truly nurture my own authentic feminine as embodied by intuition, the urge to be creative and, surprisingly, the ability to sit around and do absolutely nothing for no reason at all than to injoi my own company as that is how I was feeling. See how its all interlinked and life is talking, everywhen? What an involution since then though so my immense thanks to she. This is such a dope topic, really, that I’ll really have to push the pen and go in as the whole template/imprint thing as its akin to a tritone and perfect fifth which, itself, is straight up ninety eight octane when it comes to Knowing the Ledge as its all resonance when ivories (and the rest) are being tinkled with a boss playas intent…
See how easily you could feel the difference? Did it click why some folks are constantly beefing in their relationships, even if their lips say they detest it? Or, on the flip, what of the couple that tripped, in a cabin, then split and wished each other the best for being so honest and direct (under the influence of an empathogen) Ask your Self:
“What is the meaning for me?” and, whilst you’re there, question what the matter with spirit is as well then take the pair, shake and melt to see what happens within your head. Water may find its own balance but the sky has no limits… Stranger still, both take place inside your awareness so it is what it is, I guess. Everyone you meet is there to teach you more about your Self as we strive to excel and increase our resonance with what is genuine, authentic and correct.
What follows next is so beautifully coherent and radiantly perfect that I hope you all get to Witness it in the flesh by doing the Knowledge as the quest for meaning doth bring such an increase in resolution that one can’t help but pondering the spec of factory settings most get as they’re trained to run the treadmill and naught else…
Till we meet again
