The mind is an amazing thing but, as for how it actually ticks, you may as well ask a fish about the water its within. Its mechanisms and machinations are that invisible as we tend to accept whatever it presents as “the way it is”. They say that, once upon a when, man had full control of his faculties and, in comparison to them, we are but dumb terminals. For those not up on the tech, this refers to a machine wherein most (if not all) of its number crunching is done some place else and it simply displays the results of this process. Meaning that if it were disconnected from the network there wouldn’t be much it could do as it now lacked its programmed cues and clues. Everybody denies this until they spend six hours, continuous, in a flotation tank. What actually happens is you steadily lose what was programmed and come to comprehend the dumb terminal is actually a genius. A veritable giant that was trained to kneel at the feet of midgets who then plugged it in to something else in order to drain its natural resources and how these fiends walk among us in the guise of being human…
I know, sounds like science fiction, doesn’t it? And yet this base hypothesis is what underpins the so called delusions of every schizophrenic, ever, to walk in this realm. That, alone, should give one pause to reflect and the next step would be wondering why not one pre-eminent scientist, ever, decided to check this perspective when the dataset in front of them was mighty convincing as how can so many people, over such a large time with immense disparities among them all say the same thing:
That something outside of their awareness was manipulating their consciousness and none of this is what it seems.
I’ll let you peg who is the dumb terminal in this example versus the ones who met the predator, face to faceless, and were gifted with a depot injection in their rear end for their achievement… The long stretches of time in flotation are just part of the research I’ve done. I’ve spoken, at depth, with various forms of psychopaths and madmen, endured extreme isolation, starvation, not talked for extended periods to observe the effects on my awareness as well as various advanced practices built around the subtle energetics but, bar none, my greatest teacher has been the Slave/Masters themselves. These secretive sect appear to know a little bit about all of this and, it seems, they target certain people or bloodlines that have the potential to awaken. Its ironic that the very tools they use to drive one half crazed are the same as the ones they graft onto the initiates. The difference is the former didn’t ask for it and has no support system for what kicks when higher dimensional perception kicks in whilst the latter seem to gain a perverse thrill from the energy extraction this brings as they induce huge amount of stress – both awake and at rest – with a pace that doesn’t relent. I know all of this well as my childhood was what I’d now term Satanic as all types and forms of abuse one can imagine – I handled. This brings a strange sense of disconnection. Of having not fully manifested in this realm as there are subtle energetics to this where these principalities have no access and this seems to be what they covet.
In that respect you could say the Game was hacked, back when, and we’re all living in a dumbed down Matrix totally unaware of the presence of agents, their intent or what truly kicks in this realm. Surely you have wondered why there is such an immense chasm between the version of you of which you know you’re capable and the current incarnation you, for some reason, accept in ignorance even if your entire life is filled with the “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” song they programmed in as you learned to run the treadmill? The sheer fact that one hundred percent of people, when questioned, can admit this but are scared to death of taking the next step on the Path toward gnosis highlights the dumb terminal aspect, real well. See, where you all are I haven’t been and where I am is beyond your wildest dreams and worst nightmares as well. And yet, that is what it is because the intent of those at the helm was to see me long dead before any of these events crept to level of my standard awareness and yet, here we are…
May the truth protect me, everywhen. This statement in and of itself is quite dazzling as it suggests there must be a rhyme and reason to all of this and the details of this larger sketch are now becoming evident and that is so fascinating that it may seem like science fiction. The best way to sum it all up is by saying:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend“.
What you are is something so subtle, so powerful and yet delicate that it would blow the mind, maladapted, to smithereens to comprehend it. In the time that this clicks the predator of consciousness will be trying to reform its old grip but now the pot of programming that was steadily molded via two decades (mandated) of “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress!” is cracked and as these “invisible helpers” swoop in to the points of ingress one starts seeing what the rest term “hallucinations”. For some, reading, a lot about a little starts to make way more sense. The reason you don’t spot them is they are invisible but you hear them, oh yes. That voice in your head is actually their manifestation and tell me, dumb terminal, what can you do without it?
The very thought of this can, in many, generate a sense of existential dread as they feel a huge threat grip their mindset. It isn’t them. Its the predator of consciousness, scared it won’t get fed. From one life to the next humans are plugged into a construction and then sent a bill for their whims, programmed, before being slotting in again and told to pay off the debt whilst what came on the sizzle reel of the trailer to tempt them in, back when, never seems to manifest directly but, fear not, as they’ve got illusions for sale and the next stage of the Game will have them linked in to a neural net via silicon which isn’t what they’re selling or telling but will certainly be mind bending for those who never stopped to comprehend what, exactly, makes beasts out of men and with what intent. It wasn’t always like this. No. The Gnostics and their ilk saw it coming and, not long after the sky fell, they noticed a strange shift overtaking mans awareness. This, by and of itself, is an immense topic but I will say this:
Can you imagine a planet that is much like Earth itself but with a couple of big differences? People don’t walk and talk. They dance and sing. That means that the current form of the camp of concentration would be nigh on impossible as the natural rhythms in people would be nurtured and developed instead of suppressed and punished. How do you think it would feel to live in such a realm? Better yet, what if you did and started noticing there was a shift in the winds as people started developing a “stiff upper lip” and other parts, rigid?
Even though this is a thought imperiment I’d be willing to bet that something inside quietly said:
“Why does all of that seem familiar in a way I can’t currently recollect but, as well, do not remember to forget as something is grooving within due to what he said?”.
Thats the Game, my friend. Thats the Game. Now it may click why it takes two decades of internment in your legally mandated camp of concentration as that is but a wing of the System these Dark Souls erected for their campaign in this terrain. Its all optional. They don’t want you to Know this (capital K difference) as they’re bowing at another altar and singing a different hymn from the people back then who they see as simple minded idiots or, as they called them, cattle. I can actually see their point as well because the old heads obviously didn’t want to get with the program and thus they’re rewarded well for serving in hell and selling it as a false heaven to those plugged in. The thing is I’d be willing to bet that even those rank and file members don’t have a true clue of what kicks or the depth of the decep as they too line up, from one life to the next, except they offer their oaths in private to pull these invisible strings and thus are simply dumb terminals in a higher octave than the Slaves as they pledged to the one who bought them in who, in turn, is to the one above him and each hugs a piece of the elephant and misses the whole thing. Whatever it is, it keeps things interesting as, back when, there was only one force in this realm and Truth was its name. What passes for it these days is a simulacrum much like the coming Techno Sapiens that will mimic, externally, all facets of a human and anyone who says they aren’t a flesh a blood equivalent will be worse than Hitler himself…
One point five K words and I’ve sprinkled loads of seeds but haven’t yet, laced any Game, on how the mind does its thing. Lets remedy that, shall we? What you know as mind is akin to a movie that is being projected on a screen. Actually, that is a great a simile of the facsimile so lets use it, metaphorically. Dig:
If you take a pure beam of white light and shine it a black screen that is dark as the abyss – what do you get? If you replied “Nothing” you’d be correct as that “no thing” is everything in the respect that if you remove elements from the purity (via the process of Adulteration) you’ll get every single flick that ever could has or would exist. Mind blowing, isn’t it? You can do the same with the noise end and imagine we are dealing with sculptures that are hewn from immense blocks of ignorance. Yes, that is quite fitting, isn’t it? The difference is the image is inverted and what comes from that white light is pure consciousness, direct from the all of everything, but its power is so immense that the darkness of this realm does not comprehend it. This is what I mean about the day the sky fell. Read this article where its approached from another angle as the topic is multifaceted and needs a mind equivalent to digest what I’m serving. Whilst you’re there read Can we all win? and comprehend that for the people at the tip it felt like watching a live action equivalent of a blockbusting in the soon to exist flesh whereas now we’re watching a rerun on a twelve in black and white TV set with one speaker busted and loads of static thrown in.
Suddenly the true meaning of “necessary evil” should be Self evident, yes? Its a tale as old as time itself and truly can be quite mind bending to comprehend that we have been all types of beings before materializing in this realm which, at this level, has a built in Be Kind, Rewind effect that keeps you coming back for seconds of a third hand existence via an Adulterated point of reference hence why the challenge is immense but its also the best stage for emancipation as you can ascend, quickly, if you do the Knowledge and keep the change as then you’ll come face to faceless with the forces I’ve posited. For some this can be a bridge too far. Others accept the rules and revelations then put that work in. The sheer fact that Game will serve whatever you wish to manifest is an immense hint about the primacy of consciousness. Imagine that pure white glow had been Adulterated down to the level of a dimly lit candle that was now busy projecting on the screen in your head and the directors commentary constantly said how you should interpret things, what to do next etc etc and, matching it, there were similar intonations, external, that went by the names of advertising, government, legislation and tradition as well. Welcome to the land of the dumb terminals and why it took two decades and change to stop your squirming in your seat and accept what they bleat is the creed for lost sheep that wander, ignorant, among the wolves. Who am I to say this? Simple:
The jungle creed says the strong must feed on any prey it can and at every feast I was branded beast before I ever became a man…
If I were like you I’d already be dead and if you, on the flip, Knew what I said you wouldn’t be wearing flesh. Its a tough job but somebody had to take it. Just a role in the fractal, in the end… Much like the one you don’t know you’re playing ergo if you believe what the chatterbox in your head said and are firmly invested in its narrative then you’re one of the dead who’ll be buried by those like them before getting resurrected in ignorance and plugged straight back in for another spin. And another. And another. Until you start to click what kicks and then things get very interesting as you will have built what death can’t destroy – gnosis – and the Game hates this so you’ll be perceived as a threat since you step in ergo expect a hellish incarnation with hate flowing from your parents instead of sustenance and such things. This is actually why, in my researching, I’ve always spotted a fractured relationship with one or both for those who become schizophrenic but that is a deeper topic with immense res required to fully decode it. This is why no “scientist”, ever, has stopped to think:
“Wait a second. From James Tilly to that new crazy lady I just medicated against her will and all points in between these peeps are all saying, to a tee, the same thing – That an invisible force is tampering with their awareness. Furthermore to the mix, there is an obvious link between insanity and intelligence as exemplified by Van Gogh who, somehow, was detecting and painting the background cosmic radiation, back when, and we won’t even mention Tesla with his searing visions who, almost single-handedly, invented the world in which we live…”.
Don’t you think thats a tad suspicious? How they all miss whats so obvious despite being “trained professionals” who are supposed to note patterns and then check for links? What if that was the selfsame protective mech of the parasite of consciousness designed to keep itself hid from the minds of the masses? Stranger things have happened and everything in this realm is a test plus naught is what it seems…
Eventually, after said spins and misadventuring, you’ll become a shaman, mystic or regular bloke who has strong opinions, loosely held that gets out of bed one day and comprehends he isn’t the voice in his head, the scene it projects or the rest of the things, ambling, but something far more subtle, powerful and delicate.
This state I call the Witness.
Its what I met, face to faceless, after my latest near death experience and then sought out its companionship using the various methods I’ve mentioned. For example, this is the reason, I suspect, why fasting and spiritual ascent go hand in hand because after around three days you notice an interesting resurrection as your flesh stops yelping as it knows you won’t give in and satisfy its whims and this is akin to that twelve inch black and white TV set suddenly gaining a bit of heft, a color transmission and a set of headphones that work correct. Suddenly you can perceive with an increased clarity and the voice that spoke, previously, is now getting dimmer and weak. “Interesting” a man thinks and wonders how he can take this to another level as he dives into a sensory deprivation tank where he lies, floating, for hours six as the previous boundaries of what seemed solid start melting. “Fascinating” descends into his awareness. Not as words, spoken, but pure, raw energetics and thus he sets to dancing, like a loon, for forty five minutes as the embodiment of the ecstatic in which, at first, there is no coherence as he flails, that way and this, before the pace becomes more languid then back to frantic but with increased resonance and then, just at the peak, he stands absolutely still for the exact same period and moves not a muscle nor inch. Inside his energetics are quivering like a jelly in an earthquake but the previously solid boundaries are now more nebulous inside his consciousness and thus he takes in the difference, without attachment, and the pure light that shone, once upon a when, illuminates the dark flesh that, finally, comprehends the shadows depth and how far man has fell to accept these programs.
If you do the above I’m fairly certain you’ll either see through the illusion or end up in a mental asylum. Thats why I’ve said there are dangers to deprogramming and, possibly, why I write at length as its simply too much data to pour into one article (or one human) when I’ve spent lifetimes getting to this point of gnosis and thus I gladly skipped a lot of what you accepted and see from another frame of reference. In that respect what happened to me, back when, was a gift of presence that came dressed in threats of murdering and hurt that I had the strength to unwrap and embrace the present. Its herein that dwell the eternal, the golden circle, ever perfect, never changing. It how we do (or don’t) relate to this that I call red or blue shift and that is best encapsulated in this pic:
By now you should have a far more accurate image on how the mind actually works and what to do about it as you are not the thoughts you Thunk nor what that voice in your head says as it protests this load of mess that reps a threat to its hitherto unquestioned dominance of your consciousness. Negative thoughts are there to challenge, my friend. As are all limits. Try bouncing on the reg. Take an inventory of your Pane Body and then communicate with it. Speak to the child within. Try flotation and see what kicks but, for most, its quite useless as they simply aren’t ready to melt as they’re little bundles of tension thanks to two words, back when, that destroyed their inner realms… We are, if you haven’t guessed, the broken version of humanity on this stage of the Game and yet each babe that steps in carries golden age potential within them before we bludgeon them to death in order that they may live as Adulterated as us by carrying on traditions they don’t comprehend in ways of ignorance as they too are trained to run the maze whilst being told:
“Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress and could withdraw their affection!”.
Do you see how pernicious this is and how something, slick and invisible, permeates all levels of influence in this realm ranging from what I just said with schools who divide parents and kids based on what they said about their performance all the way up to churches and religions that pull the same trick as what you’re praising is that which manifests as your pure consciousness but man has so fell he looks outside for guidance as his inner realms are colonized and filled with dread about the things he can’t forget but is scared to death of recollecting. Suddenly the plight of the schizo, drowning, and the mystic, swimming with ease, in the seas of higher perception makes sense as well as the immense legions of peeps treading water whilst holding a brick called “belief” as they look out onto the beach filled with people who are seemingly carefree and living lives they wish to lead but are told, via the screen, “Not yet, lady”. Thats the greatest trick because, in the end, you aren’t even in the ocean but actually trapped in a Cave of ignorance pretending that isn’t happening and the slick tight clique that did this is capitalizing in your investment in the traps that they set because haven’t you ever wondered why spiders are the most common fear in this realm yet people can’t wait to connect to the web it spins and how this, so suspicious, reminds one of the Van Allan belts that encircle this realm?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Up your res, if only to prove me incorrect because the above are my views and I accept no students nor do I seek any guidance outside of Self ergo your mileage could and should vary but of one thing I’m certain:
If all that old stuff in your head worked as you suspect then your life would be perfect. The fact it isn’t and you’re stressed, lack flex and have never, ever considered any of what I’ve said is proof positive you’re being fed on by a predator of consciousness as I’ve came face to faceless with it and spoke to countless schizophrenics who offered intense glimpses into their incoherence as they found the bright light stabilizing when we sat, discussing, whereas, back when, it span like a disco ball that created seizures of demonic influence that left them at the outskirts of their minds, peering in, wondering what the hell happened to the life they knew well and these new beings, once invisible, that torment their consciousness. One of the most amazing discoveries about this was surmised in two articles that deal with fear and traumatic events as, even then, there was a benefit to be had as these forces were drawn to weakness that housed strength, eternal, within and that leads us back, real nice, to what I said, back then:
May the truth protect me, everywhen. This statement in and of itself is quite dazzling as it suggests there must be a rhyme and reason to all of this and the details of this larger sketch are now becoming evident and that is so fascinating that it may seem like science fiction. The best way to sum it all up is by saying:
I am truly honored by being able to not only comprehend but share this wavelength as so much of what I’ve been now makes far greater sense. Not only this but if I can help the rest, suffering, under the burden of ignorance then isn’t that the definition of a life worth living? Methinks it is but the very fact that you can get ten different opinions from them about one man in his incarnation speaks volumes upon how we interact with naught but figments of our imagination and then project these thoughts onto “Them” without stopping to comprehend the subtle depths of what kicks and how the mind actually works is akin to a prism that splits then recollects, edits then flips and sees what it it expects (as per programming) and not what really is. Thats before we get into the fact that the brain doesn’t create consciousness but modulates instead and how the space in which you think is, itself, a massive hint that the universe is mental as you simply cannot imagine your Self never existing as even when you stare into the abyss there is something, watching, in Psylense… You are this. In and beyond the flesh, awake or dreaming in bed and from one life to the next. I say all of that to say this as it encapsulates my entire perspective so well that it bears repeating:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
