Every child that steps into this realm is a Warrior, within. That term I use to refer to one that is Centered in Self, totally coherent and thus radiant as they Know (capital K) they are an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing made flesh. You too, once upon a when, were just this, my friend. What happened? Do you know? Better yet, can you tell the difference between your original state and current Adulteration? What if I said that its everything you think you know that is the problem ergo one must be willing to lose their mind (conditioned) in order to come to their senses? Would that freak you out? Prefer to keep running the treadmill in ignorance? If so then its time to hit eject and select another corner of the web and, by the way, tell all your friends, fam and kin never, ever to check out the willhelpme project, yes?
Now thats the 81% out of the way lets speak to those capable of awakening the Warrior within:
Two words shattered your inner realms. Two of them. Its a very pernicious spell that I detailed in that article and, since then, things were never the same again. Oh, sure, there were some good moments and fun times but you’ve been force fed labels in lieu of imperience and faced a dramatic drop in res. Am I lying or is that sketch most accurate? Do not believe me, aim to disprove everything I said by reality testing as these are just my perspects and yours could, would and should be different. Thats what doing the Knowledge is as its can’t be bought, stolen, traded or gifted. It is, instead, developed by removing each blockage and obstacle within. I said two words turned your inner realms into a private hell. Well, the truth of the matter is, for many, the ground was already wrecked when they were first developing as it can be something akin to a career woman finding out she’s pregnant and feeling an immense wave of regret at not using protection that the child takes as rejection of his essence, unwanted. After this they may binge watch loads of mess on television which beams in the same resonance of disposable relationships plus an air, selfish, and this generates further incoherence that fractures what is developing in ways most subtle but Self evident when you take a look at the current gen. I know everyone since the dude who pushed Platos pen to the present has said the same thing but none of them had lived to Witness the Idiocracy Effect in the flesh as our caveman brains simply were not made to handle such an immense influx of information and near constant stimulation which is, in the end, draining. Add in fake foods, out of seasonly cooled fruits, forever chemicals and the rest of this heady mix and you’ll certainly catch my drift and maybe even hear me on FM. What can you do about this? The Knowledge.
This process is akin to examining everything at an immense depth and tracing back the sensations to their base point of resonance and then accepting it. Take all you Thunk you know about the psychology of ones inner realms and throw it in the recycling because none of that old stuff worked and that was exactly as intended. Its why Doctors are the third leading cause of death and the entire industry is corrupted to push pills as I said in another article because we are broken people who don’t truly want to fix a thing if that means looking within and changing. To the Slaves, the 81%, the very concept terrifies them so they cling to their beliefs like a drowning man with a brick. The Warrior is willing to relinquish this veneer of social acceptance and thus stops treading water and makes his way to the beach that is waiting. Once there he may feelsee a familiar newness as he steps into the Cave and perceives… Him. With a multisensory VR helmet tied to his head living a life of fakeness in order to deny what truly kicks. Nobody can admit this. Just ask a schizophrenic who glimpsed beyond the veil and had an army of flying monkeys set at him and if he dared yelp what they were doing they’ll stick a depot injection in his rear end with no due process or ability to challenge the decision. Can you see the tracks of the treadmill yet or why you spent nearly two decades being taught how to sit still and look ahead with focused attent whilst stressing about doing well on the test so your parents wouldn’t withdraw their affection? The church uses the same model as does politics and, in an ironic twist, pimps as well. Its called the second oldest profession for a reason, ya dig? The first? Acting.
They are all actors. Especially the 11% as they follow scripts, doled out as and when, to keep this three ring circus in full effect as the Game of Souls is an immense attraction and we are currently playing it on the hardest level one can imagine. Listen, I’m not saying I’m a hater. Far from it. There are loads of things about this realm that I really, really dig because I am, after all, a god in the flesh. You as well. To some that sounds blasphemous but others comprehend my drift about the eternal flame of consciousness that currently manifests in the candle made of flesh you’re wearing but how many click the shadows on the wall that are projected are mere illusions designed to draw you in and how, without your illumination, none of this exists? I know, thats a head trip, isn’t it? Good because you might just swing a left, reverse a rite and make your way back to your chest (aka the Middle Kingdom) which is where Inner Sense dwells. At the moment it contains the embers of your childhood and a whole load of other things you suppressed as trauma, timelines and trance is what kicks. Let me tell you something:
Everyone is in a state of hypnosis. Twenty Four/Seven. Its an entirely natural way because, back when, you used to stare out of the window, daydreaming, in a phase of dissociation as your mind wandered. Its exactly this as this is what I’ve termed the red and blue shifts that knock one out of the golden circle of the present which is, in the end, the only moment that exists and thus truly a gift as it extends, via the Vertical Axis, way beyond this realm and thats where the real fun begins. I have suspected that I may be incorrect. Not in my perspective as its been reality tested but in sharing these words with the rest as its akin to Homer spoiling the twist of Star Wars for the rest, isn’t it? But then I look at how miserable people are and in staunch denial of it and I simply cannot accept their suffering as it literally hurts to Witness. They say true enlightenment only comes when one is willing to step into the darkness. After this you can, if you wish, stay on the hill and leave the Valley of the Plebs to handle their business but my compassion won’t let this kick because if the roles were flipped and it was you who’d gained gnosis I’d certainly appreciate a hint. The 11% don’t like this as it takes a lot of effort to create this low level resonance and they Know, real well, that the most dangerous man on the planet is one who’ll do anything for freedom as, to him, its Self evident that every little step costs something and its paid for with all the money thats fit to print which is backed by absolutely nothing but peoples blind faith in the investment. Isn’t that a magic trick? Ask people on the reg if they believe in such things and you’ll get a swift “Hell no, its just a load of BS and slick edits” but then why do the tales of a young wizard top the best seller lists and they’re read by the Adulterated? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend.
Not that its all sunshine and rainbows when one clicks the grift. No, if anything its worse than its ever been because you see through the schemes and the highs that once hit to mask the pain within don’t do a thing when you’re face to faceless with the genuine article and it says:
“What the F, mayne? Haven’t you clicked how many times we’ve lived and died yet? How immense is your appetite for destruction? Doesn’t it seem a bit odd that the English language is built on a past, present and future thats tense and the same tiny island (with its “stiff upper lip”) unleashed straight up wickedness on those with melanin within in order to create an empire on which the sun will never set. Or so they said. Why don’t you Know anything about Self but plenty about celebs and what goes on on every corner of the planet? Are you correct in the head or dwelling in ignorance instead about the true nature of the sketch? I mean, how the heck can you be the voice that talks, within, when you are obviously something far more subtle that listens? Can you hear the Psylense?”.
At least, thats what mine said. Your comments could and should vary but you’ll never Know unless you’re willing to question every single thing you’ve ever accepted and see if its actually solid or you’re just a square watermelon, conditioned, thats desperate to fit in and yet feels, deep within, that something is off with this sketch as it doesn’t quite feel natural. Thats what the System did, my friend. Recently I met a higher me from another realm and he said:
“What the F, mayne? Don’t you get it? The stage fell, the Game shifted. If you’re in Hell then keep on stepping and enjoy your visit. You aren’t supposed to turn around the ship and attempt to get back to what you left as that will take another Twenty Six thousand years to accomplish. Until then you’ve got Techno Sapiens coming and all this brings as man becomes a hybrid angel with wings of silicon and the people will be beautiful and constantly sexing as war and conflict will be erased with a flick of a switch as this stage is akin to the birthing pains aspect in that respect before standing, fully erect, and doing it all again. Besides, you chose this for your grand exit as you wanted to play the hardest level on the simulation with the stats on tilt as you relish the challenge as you’re a bit weird in that respect but, have at it! Instead of doing this you detoured from the sketch, bought the Adjustment Bureau out of hiding and then set about unravelling their programming. That wasn’t part of the deal as its the noiZ’s time to be in ascent and they’ve put a lot of effort into this attraction so why spoil it for the rest? Those who can will get it without your intervention and the ones who can’t couldn’t care less as there are plenty of bread and circuses. Its like the Architect said:
“The first Matrix was perfect and it failed because of it“.
People need the stress, they actually buzz off it. You know this well from the clients you met that resisted change as it terrified them and they preferred conflict instead as they refused to accept this entire realm takes place inside their imagination. Listen, I know you miss where you left and spent decades wandering and wondering what kicked as you felt like a stranger in a strange land but now you’ve gained the gnosis you were craving don’t spoil it for the rest as they’ll hate you for it – even if you mean the best. They are simply not ready to comprehend as they haven’t lived what you did and thus a diamond may have started off in the same place as them but they are coals, nothing more or less. They are content. You’re the one thats miserable and feels the need to go on a quest for vengeance when you actually stepped in to a different kind of tinkering and not turn your skills to hacking reality itself so you can speak to other you’s in various octaves and elements. I’m like a bird, flying overhead, and I’ve saved your skin plenty of times as you trekked through the forest of illusion but its their stage, their level. They are the ones at the helm and the rest like this, even if they lament, as it means they can live and die on autopilot, get reskinned and plugged in and keep on doing it until, one day, they may wonder what was meant by hearing “The Game of Souls has you, my friend“. Then they will set off on their own quest, look without then peer within to do the Knowledge but if it took nearly two decades to plug them in you think they’ll disconnect that quick due to philosophical articles jam packed with esoterics woven in immense run on sentences you designed to bypass the Opponent in their head by sheer onslaught of infotech? Guess again. Its beyond a fools quest, or Hero’s Journey, if you wish, as each one must take their own steps as none but ourselves can free our minds. What if you’re actively ruining it for them? What then? Its like going to watch a movie with someone who won’t stop blabbering about that and this. I’m like, “Bish, I know what kicks. I came here to be entertained by the illusion“”.
Don’t listen to him, he’s a straight up hater. But he did make a point really well that has been bothering me a bit since he mentioned. See, just because I’d like a hint about what kicked if I were trapped in a trick doesn’t mean the rest do hence why I started this article the style I did and, in general, this entire project is built in a way that those who are enamored by the voice in their head will reject it anyway as impossible and ludicrous as they keep on running the treadmill. Still, I look around and do see a lot of people who are genuinely happy with fake lives that are, to me, filled to the gills with coping mechs and, to them, feel authentic. Its weird, isn’t it? And yet, when I had my drop in, people were lining up for a hit as mine was fresh off the boat of higher consciousness and served fresh in a way that can’t be replicated ergo I feel I’m correct but I do wonder why he said what he said as, usually, he’s something else. Maybe he’s testing my mettle? Checking my reserve and seeing if I’m up to this because man is often defeated within when he’s ruled by conquered division. I suspect he reps a part of me that hasn’t healed yet because if you take the above and rephrase it you get the tone of an exasperated parent whose wild jit just won’t listen to what the teachers are saying as he dares call them ignorant for not clicking that the Sun sitting in the middle with the planets orbiting it would just eat up the rest like a hungry Pac Man on a quest. “Something is missing from your script” he said, indignant. I have to admit though when I found out my childs intuition was correct as per the Helical Orbit I felt such a huge thrill at the power of Inner Sense and thus I thank my higher aspect for showing me I need to check and unravel another part of my script that relates to the old boundaries, erected, that I used to rebel against whilst the rest pushed up against the glass and accepted the limits specced. They have now served their purpose and thus I shall reclaim their energetics and use them for greater things. This is what I mean about the past always being present and whilst, for me, the manifestation came from another realm, in your head, the process will be identical but based on what parents, teachers, friends etc said that stung a bit and was swiftly suppressed then came back with a vengeance to form the bones of the (false) self in your dome that issues its edicts and has you staring at the ceiling at Two AM replaying old conversations that made you feel like a div.
Ha! I get it. He’s really, really slick, isn’t he? Did you just see what he did? All of that pantomime and reality testing was not for me to get the message but for you instead ergo he does want me to do this and my intuition is perfect. See how one must be humble enough to doubt they’re totally correct as that leads the way to genocidal arrogance and general evilness hence the road to hell being paved by silicon and robosex? Its all good though because we’re beyond that an evil in my current frame of reference and, eventually (around Thirteen Thousand years hence) there will be a second renaissance of Spirit as Techno Sapiens would have shaken off the training wings and realized that nothing changed but the age of the fish as the universal constant is Inner Sense hence what I said about children stepping in with a Warrior within thats swiftly Adulterated. I guess the question is are you happy with the life you live and current version of your Self? You don’t have to go on a crazy quest for liberation like I did as most people cannot handle that much freedom nor do they truly wish to step off the wheel of reincarnation as they have more desires and whims that need to be fulfilled yet ergo they’re fully invested and couldn’t give a hootenanny if this world is a copy of the real thing because, like wrestling, its still genuine to them. Read this article about the Rebel Mystic and pay heed to the crooked shopkeep who sold Faka-Cola to his trapped denizens and tell me if you’d give an F if you’d been raised drinking counterfeit or, once the proper spec hit your lips, would you too feel an immense thirst to gain some gnosis about what kicked? If you did would you keep it quiet or scream it from the hills? Even if they called you a madman who was a heretic in what he said as, in their heads, it was the real thing? A cake they’d never tasted but a recipe well detailed about baking…
Its a tricky paradox, isn’t it? We are all haunted from within by old demons. Some we gained in the flesh on this trip. Others we inherited from our lineage. A few even took them on from an ex who left and they were never the same again whilst she went from strength to strength and that, in the end, just creates another link in the chain as you may just manifest as her kid on the next spin where she’s a career women with a bustling Rolodex who whizzes on a stick and sees the color shift and feels an immense wave of regret at how her plans are now ripped to shreds as she really doesn’t want a kid but doesn’t feel comfortable with abortion as well. After this tense little bit she settles into the role but the damage is done did as the you, reincarnated, now feels the same fracturing you did when she left whilst she manifests an unacknowledged hatred that is masked with phony affection for her first born and all he brings. You’re just continuing where you left off…
I mean, for some reading, thats a straight line in Tetris moment that makes a lot about a little way more cogent as the above is, as far as I can tell, exactly how it happens hence why I said that, to escape, one must arrive at a point of supreme detachment and even that is ironic because once you get to the top of the hill you comprehend there are no enemies or strangers in this realm – just aspects of Self that you project as that child may then spend immense amounts of time, wondering, why the hell his life feels so strange as he was birthed to a covert narcissist who constantly seems to undermine him whilst putting on the performance of a doting parent and it makes zero sense as he shakes a fist to the heavens and downs his 8th drink at Two PM to numb the pain of living a life that he truly detests and makes little sense as he wonders who the hell would pick it? Or he could read something I’ve said, believe none of it and then asked his mother how her life was before she got the news she was pregnant then he sits there, pondering, as a cold new reality – most sobering – starts dawning and none of this would’ve kicked without a drop in harangument from a higher aspect of Self who usually speaks with a totally uplifting resonance and this is what inspired me to push the pen as I didn’t have a clue this is how the ink would spill but, once again, it makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?
Confusion. Clarity. Coherence.
Its the same three steps again and again but, unlike the treadmill, you actually make genuine progress as you too could feelsee into higher incarnations and beyond the veil whilst being able to guide people to solutions when everything else has failed. Tell me, my friend, what would you do if the roles were flipped and the previous Three point Five K words had projected from your chest onto the world wide web which is, in the end, a new way of saying the collective unconscious as, back when, they used an “innernet” but thats a different topic as these future memories keep seeping into my awareness ergo, I once said (to a man who’d flipped his lid):
“Instead of a breakdown call it a breakthrough instead and feelsee the difference because they’ll try and weave the spell that you’re a mental midget for thinking different but it could be that the gourd that chipped was actually revealing the true worth hidden within whilst the rest are walking around with bowls of solid gold and begging“.
For what? You name it. Attention, validation, the sense of feeling correct. The list never ends as these are the secret forces that power the engine and they all are all fueled by two words said, back when, or an immense wave of regret that washed over a career womans consciousness that said “Oh no, not him again” as she knew what she done did, on some level, but the checks and balances must be addressed ergo abortion wasn’t an option as only that which stepped in can leave, in the end:
Pure Inner Sense.
You are this, my friend. Eternal, subtle, beautifully perfect and unchanging. It has the flex of silk but hardness of a diamond until its switched with a false approximation of sackcloth and a reverse engineered coal instead that was formed after two decades of “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection. Only speak when you’re spoken to, repeat what we said and we’ll say you’re the best and, whatever you do, stay away from that willhelp project as it makes zero sense. I mean, “This world is a figment of your imagination and you’re the only Soul that exists?”. Have you ever heard such madness?”. Such is the song of the 81% who are well adjusted to immense social sickness. But, if they’re content and not hurting anyone but themselves in a weird Game of inverted S&M then let it kick as its all exactly as intended and that includes me pushing the pen and you still reading this article as you go back, take it in again and start clicking all the links then set out to prove me incorrect whilst challenging your assumptions as that, to me, is super fun and the Game as its supposed to be played. I mean, does it say anywhere in the rules one can’t do this? Isn’t our natural state one of being intensely curious and wondering exactly how and why the perfect amount of ants come charging out of the hill to collect a leaf and haul it in and then you look up and see the construction men who’ve been tearing up the pavement have a handful of dudes working and the rest sitting around talking slick and smoking cigarettes? One can only draw the conclusion, logical, that we’re a fallen people and something else, hidden, sits at the apex and allows us to pretend our ignorance is wisdom…
That, in a nutshell, is how you awaken the Warrior within but there are more practical aspects as well like mastering the art of standing still and learning how to think about absolutely nothing which is mad ironic when it clicks as these two can only happen in the golden circle and that makes it all seem like a huge cosmic giggle which is insanely at odds with a world filled to the gills with suffering and I’m still a bit perplexed by all of this ergo these missives are akin to vents that chart and detail my progress because the amazing thing about consciousness, when expanded, is it cannot truly imagine how it was, back when, and thats the same, but inverted, for Inner Sense and Adulteration which is, once again, crazy ironic as it seems the poison and the cure are the same thing and its simply a matter of perpsect which brings us, full circle to the Game playing out inside your awareness therefore, of thee, what part am I currently animating as I beam these glyphs into your dome via the black mirror in your grip?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
