It may seem quite obvious to state that you are not your thoughts or feelings but I don’t mean this in some airy fairy kind of way as the fruits of this labor are immensely practical and exceedingly helpful when it comes to navigating this earthbound maze that is the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits. It takes a certain amount of detachment to not be lulled in via the siren song the senses sing as they paint their idea of reality inside your head and attempt to tell your awareness “This is what it is“. So many accept this false premise because the illusion is as seductive as it seems constant so they Thunk “Might as well, after all everyone else indulges” and thus begins their route to suffering.
I want you to look back over your life and tell me if its correct that when I say that the vast majority of your fears and dreads simply didn’t happen. Neither were they worth the stress, in retrospect, or the immense emotional investment you willingly threw at them. And yet, even knowing this, you’ll keep on doing the exact same now and in the future as well. Would it help if I told you you were actually riding a rollercoaster and attempting to hold on too tight with your eyes closed tight actually is the problem because you should just let go and enjoy what comes in the moment as then it clicks that it was designed for exhilaration.
People are walking around with Stone Age wetware in their heads and wondering why the results they get aren’t what they wanted. The Game has changed and due to neuroplastic magic you can upgrade your paradigm, if you wish. The Path of Power remains constant throughout all ages, stages and phases because its the solid stick of truth upon which the candy floss of existence rests. Sure the rest may be seductive on the lips and that basic fundamental often gets little consideration but that is why so many are miserable and enlightenment is difficult for those not willing to relinquish their grip on the world they expect. In that respect your wish is fulfilled in each moment because you are the co-creator of this realm, not just a sideline participant, therefore your power and responsibility are immense.
Nature abhors a vacuum. Each child steps in as the Queen of King of their dome with their glowing radiance which is full of coherence and extends through and beyond this realm with a presence that is effortless. The System does what its thing and they are reduced to serfing and the ambivalence this brings because one part of them hates this falsity but the other feels like its drowning due to not wanting to think of this schism and it holds to the brick it was given by the world and their parents. If only they could let go. Their arms and legs would automatically start to swim as they saw through the illusion and got back to the beach from where they could choose to take a dip. In the same instance it would become obvious what was living through them in their absence and thus rendering them less than human and more akin to a partially sentient meat puppet.
These strings I call hooks are based on emotional events. Those who know me well will already be aware of the paradigm where they take a tiny amount of sugar and whip it into a seemingly immense and all encompassing substance that is designed to consume you via your consumption as you ignore the fact that you are none of this but what its built around but for those that are new lets pretend for a moment that sweet treats could speak:
The candy floss looks around at others just like it and thinks “Oh, I’m not as fluffy as she is“. “Look at his density, its impressive”. “No wonder they’re rich and famous. I’ll never be anything, whats the point in all of this” and starts eating away at their own potential as a way of staving off this train of thought and its inevitable destination. They’ll try anything. A new product promises it can whip them into shape and make them feel like more, once again. Of course it doesn’t work. Some of the floss has its own hue and there are many shades as well. They attempt to tweak and fix this by spraying some additives or trying risky things to remove what is present. In general the land of sentient candy floss is quite miserable because not only must they contend with all of this but they are dwelling in a realm that is filled with thorns made of darkness and they are told to sprint around in the forest with eyes closed as well.
Yes, as I’m sure you can imagine they are all quite stressed and thus coping mechs are through the roof as well as discontent. They blame everyone but themselves as they front and pretend that life is heaven when it truly feels like hell. This season of discontent never seems to end until they meet their death with its promises of salvation where they will become as large and fluffy as they wish in whatever hue they picked whilst they intermingle with those who left and only toothpicks exist to remember them. “Thats a very elegant trick” says the village weirdo who chose long ago to stand perfectly still.
The rest of them thought he’d finally flipped his lid because he hadn’t been screwed too tight since a kid as he did some pretty crazy things. In that respect he was on brand, at least, but some people got him and stopped to listen. He’d rooted his stick firmly in the ground. In such a way that he felt it. A deep sense of connection he wasn’t even aware he’d been missing until that moment. “Mother truly is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children” he thinks as he relinquishes and surrenders into the moment. People outside say “This nuisance is an idiot. Can’t he see we’re trying to get from A – Z? Pathetic” as they hurtle around him with closed eyelids while the thorns of darkness hook bits of their glow for their own sustenance.
He is concerned with none of this. Neither does he care what the others think because the truth of the matter is they don’t. “Drunk on Thunking” he smiles within as he feels the sense of his energetics aligning with a higher state of resonance which is, contradictorily, beneath him. As his presence expands it clicks that it is also all around, above, outside and within. “Of course” sings his intuition as he remembers his original incarnation in the forest before the tree was chopped, machined and dipped in this sugary coating and thrust into a world of illusion.
On the outside it looks like he is withering. Some of the townspeople think “Good, hopefully he’ll soon be dead” with a level of vehemence they can’t truly conceptualize as he never did anything that bad to them but, for some reason, they hate him nonetheless. Others are more curious because while everyone else runs that way and this as they get ripped to shreds by the consuming darkness that dims the fluffy glow thats around them he simply stands still. Inside all of this is irrelevant. He certainly feelsees them because he is in resonance with his original spirit which is neither the floss nor the stick as that is but a tiny aspect of his true magnificence. He remembers the forest. The other realm. Their place of origin and just like the act of his sinking into the moment back when allowed him to expand into that which sustains him but was hitherto invisible he finds this new expanded awareness causes his vibration to spiral as he makes his ascent up through the material plane and information pours in.
Needless to say the process is mind blowing but as he is coming to life within to the outside world it seems like he is dying as that which they know as skin is growing exceedingly thin. There are a few bits of fluff stuck to his stick and people laugh at this fool who is willingly doing such dumb things. “Doesn’t he know we’re supposed to run from A -Z? That will make our floss all shiny and luxurious” say a couple as they run past him, never stopping to think how they are aware of this when they have closed eyelids.
What they don’t click and he did is that the stuff of fluff is of this realm and at its base is a simple sugar that was whipped. Why? Why the thorns, my friend, they need you live so they can feed upon your death and that is the trick because time gives birth to that which it will kill to sustain itself. Obviously they aren’t supposed to know this but its always an option because, secretly, each stick recollects the day the tree they call home was felled and they were chopped into pieces. This resonance causes them to meet others like old friends as well as ones they detested because they felt they stole resources from them. Looks like the later habits often have earlier origins and not all are totally equal in that respect.
“What an interesting premise” the nearly worn away stick thinks as he takes in these vistas which are unfolding within his vision. “The same, yet different. Time and time again. Complementary, yet opposite” as the alternation of black and white which built this realm gives way to the silent gold within the mid of which these opposites are built. Looking down from this vantage he sees the forest of illusion as a construct within which they were placed because its not natural in any way. Actually its entirely fabricated much like, lets say, a Hollywood lot can be made to seem like anything via camera tricks, editing and forced perspective. “This tiny, teeming slice of nature is actually a blip in an abyss of concrete and cement” he thinks as he takes it all in. The nature of the thorns also becomes evident and why its vital that no one ever sees them (although they notice, nonetheless). He sees how this invisible enemy plays its tricks and causes them to rail against their fellow sentients as they blame each other for whats missing when in reality its whats consuming them without their awareness. Add in the fact that when the stick is stressed it nibbles from the airy glucose surrounding it and how anything from the outside is worthless in changing the cause of the effect which is them, in and beyond this realm.
On one side he sees the forest of illusion as a stream of time that is entirely static. Only by doing the same himself, instead of running from A to Z as instructed, does this become obvious as he instigated the resonance which he intuitively felt was lacking after so long of doing what they said and not getting anything of worth accomplished. As his mental essence is now free from such concepts as the race they were running, the nature of what is wrapped around the stick and all the other worries and stress he sees various bits and pieces of himself and his existence stuck to thorns here and there. He thanks them for keeping these elements safe for him and rewinds through his life and calls back his essence. Outside something strange is happening because he has stood still for so long that there was nothing but a stick left. For all intents and purposes he was dead and people had began to accept his presence as a monument to foolishness when suddenly it developed a wisp of radiance. Just the merest hint of candy floss seemed to be budding. Except it wasn’t.
Via a process alchemical a new life was surging within and that floss that knew he wasn’t and went searching for answers now stood in the forest as a tree again and thus revealed his true nature as the leaves were budding all around him. “There is nothing I need to take but so much for me to give” he thinks to himself about this Journey within he’d undertaken by upgrading his paradigm.
See, we are the trees (in essence). You can call the candy floss your life and all its trappings as well as what you think, fear or dread along with all the stress which comes and shifts as you leap from one problem to the next. The thorns are akin to the intent which created the Game for profit as its all about extraction via discontent as this is what makes one seek the answers by formulating the best questions and thus the stick is the flesh which is the greatest illusion as it seems to be alive but is actually a dead and disconnected fragment of its original magnificence. Everybody feels this, few dare admit it and lesser still wish to become more and are willing to stand still in the moment as they unwrap the gift of the present and see through the illusion as they transcend the world that was pulled over their lids since the moment they stepped in.
So, who are you? The candy floss full of stress and worries of depletion that is concerned mainly with how much it can get and whats in it for them or the stick that sustains it and is the true key to wisdom because it leads the way in and out of this realm and thus is what they’re truly seeking in this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits to generate the imperience of separation and potential for growth this brings.
You too can experience this, if you wish, but in my travels I’d say that only 8% of the populace are truly willing and able to handle this because a) its so different than what they’ve been programmed, b) they’re scared of looking stupid and c) the forest taught them to floss in order to keep the thorns fed via stress and “Nobody ever mentioned a thing about standing still and all the rest of this crazy talk isn’t appealing NA NA NA NA NA I can’t hear you!” they yell as they push wisps of candy floss into the stick to prevent the information gaining access as the world as it is causes enough stress and the thought things may be different creates a huge sense of foreboding that causes them to run even faster from A -Z.
You are not your thoughts or feelings any more than the tree that was felled, edited and processed before being dipped in a sugary mix that had been whipped up to look massive. In that respect the stick is a state I call the Witness. Note I said state, not label. We are not interested in the finger pointing at the moon but the luminary itself that grants vision as that is but a reflection of a higher, brighter principle that is the true source of radiance. Once this clicks then its akin to your eyes opening and some pain is often felt at this because you’ve had them tightly closed your entire existence as the world and its thorns rips away the best for itself and you feel hooks in your head that draw you back to keep repeating these events and you don’t see the links.
How many times have you let your worries and fears lead you on a merry dance as you react in ways bad and then life hands you the bill for your decisions. We all have that friend who is the definition of chill and rides life as it is without stress or caring. He cannot often explains how he does this as its standard equipment but often they aren’t too caught up in flossing as they automatically intuit the outline of the Game and choose another way to play it. On the flip we have those who send the image of being rich and successful as they have stapled on huge chunks of this sticky substance that is not (and never will be) them but as long as people buy into the illusion they too can pretend they are what they project. This is whom you wish to keep up with in the forest of illusion? Make better choices.
Start inside your head. The next time this floss whips your neurons take a moment, breathe in via your nasal with depth for a count of four, hold for seven and then exhale eight through your lips as your tongue rests on the surface of the cavern behind them and completes the energetic circuit which links heart and mind in an instant. You may wish to do it a few more times until you create a new state within I call Centered in Self and then you’ll start to realize “I am the stick. The Witness. The ever present, the unchanging, the eternal and unfinite that causes all manifestation“.
Once you can do this you’ll be able to choose what thoughts to invest in and thus are no longer shackled into the state I call Slave which 81% of the planet is as their chains jingle and jangle and they can’t wait to trade in the iron for silver then gold again as they brag of the debt they trail behind them. But thats all to come, this is but a taste. Is it right or wrong? I don’t know. Who am I to say? All I know is it works for me and those who listened often report benefits but the vast majority will see the concept as something quite distasteful because the candy floss of thoughts keeps telling the stick “Don’t listen to that idiot. You are this sweet and fluffy substance and the aim is to get as much in so keep running from A to Z because eventually something amazing will happen because you’ll inherit the Earth”. Or so they say. Why not try that whilst living instead of steadily killing your potential via ignorance as this is the new form of human sacrifice that was once limited to a few, now and then. Instead the dark thorns took the model and franchised it as the System poured it into your head as an infant until you became a stranger to your Self and thus are lost in the whirlwind.
Stand still. See what happens. Upgrade your paradigm if you want life to feel different because only you can do this. You are what you’ve been awaiting as well as that which you’re seeking. Can you hear the Psylense?
Till we meet again
