There is one simple truth that marks the difference between wisdom and ignorance, life or death plus the Warrior and Slaves mindset. It can be summed up in the following sentence:
You are all figments of my imagination.
Let the truth of that potential reality sink in to your depths and tell me what it says. Better yet, push the pen and ask your Self if the idea seems acceptable or simply preposterous. Whichever answer you get, ask again and again and again until you get to a feeling. Then feel it. Now we’re talking! Before you were simply listening to the squawking in your head that held your awareness captive in a state of ignorance that had been, quite effectively, programmed in thanks to nearly two decades of “Sit still. Look ahead!” and the rest of the media mess that saturates your development. There is only one force behind all of this but it presents itself as many fronts, divided. Much like your hand which has the palm to connect. Imagine if they told you that only nails existed and they, via their presence, developed the fingers, phalanges and fist? You, now, could see how backwords that is as logic says the script is flipped. Take it away, architect!
Innerstand, my friend, that the Game on this stage has been flipped on its head. Imagine if six were nine and you’ll get it, real quick, as your imagination is both a powerful tool and ultimate weapon. After all, look how they pimped it in COVID whilst the ones who span this crooked web were out partying with no Fs given. Once your comprehension expands to be able to even contemplate rejecting the programming you’ll notice a whole load of operatives start clambering from the depths as this is where they made their base of operations and you gaining gnosis pose a threat to their hitherto unchecked dominance. These parasites of consciousness feed on billions and each one gets plugged in to their resonance due to the presence of already captive parents as this form of psychosocial madness engulfs generations whose views are twisted to its whims. Think of it like this:
The cinema effect works via a beam of pure, white light shining upon a black mirror of darkness, yes? As I said, if you take this base state and chip away at it you can generate the visuals of each flick that can, will or would ever exist as they are, in the end, an interplay of red, blue and green, projected. Now, lets get abstract for a second. Watch this:
See that immense flash of light that commenced to cause the cells to divide and generate the flesh you are now wearing? Thats the true “Let there be…” moment and its also why babies are naturally scared or loud noises and falling as its what pulled them into coherence with this dual axial spin which uses their Soul as grist for the mill. Lets pretend you’re in the business of selling porn to the masses. You’d give it away free, if you can, as you want the most access. Underpinning this masterstroke is a bit of reverse engineering as the image above suggests there is a subtle light present in each ejaculate. Now, take those energetics that are being pumped, globally, in the direction of a black mirror that reflects into ones awareness and is powered by desires unmet that present the emotional heft needed to sell the illusion and you’ll see, in one fell swoop, how you are all figments of my imagination.
Run it back again, prove me incorrect or tell me if you felt that straight line in Tetris melt an old blockage of ignorance that can never be formed again as, like a pearl, it was based on constant irritation of your inherent tenderness that causes one to numb, fold within and live a masked existence. On top of all this we’re in a fractal of coherently collapsed consciousness as well thats based on resonance hence why its easy to get sucked in to mediocre ignorance but the lie needs to be big and repeated often. The implications, once clicked, are this entire dimension takes place inside your awareness and you, my friend, are far more powerful than you believe or have been led. Get it? Did you spot the hint? Take that base and flip it to gold as an alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within and you may just get out of this bish, alive, at the end or its time for another reskin as the big bang kicks when sperm meets egg and you’re slipping and falling into the flesh again where emotionally numb parents damage your inner realms from a position of ignorance that causes the light of your mind to turn in and develop the (false) self which is then programmed via the System to think its small and powerless as they hold the cards which say which grade you get and how fast you’ll run the treadmill, from one life to the next, as they fill your head will all types of BS from a variety of sources that seem different but, in secret, are all interlinked as they too are part of the process.
That, my friend, is as far as I can tell the most accurate rep of what kicks in this realm after mapping my consciousness, reality testing and imperimenting as it explains, real well, why ten men can draw as many opinions of one who presents, why we can sense someone staring at the back of our heads as well as dreams, precognitive, where you think of an old friend then meet them and yell “What a coincidence!”. That spell, furnished by the System, is most pernicious as well for the Warrior exclaims “Go in, see dense” then does the Knowledge with what presents using his intuition that says:
“The sheer odds of this happening in the world they set of purely mechanical actions is nigh on impossible. And yet, its exceedingly common. The main thing they deny is the primacy of consciousness. Religion calls its spirit and proclaims its beyond men to comprehend whilst science says the opposite and we’re just upgraded chimps whose brains generate this amazingness. What if they’re incorrect? How can I prove or disprove this to my own content?”.
Take the above, throw in some reality testing, staring intently at the back of peoples heads and noting the time of reaction when bored in class, back when, and you’re half way to a decent hypothesis, yes? All because you rejected one spell that was designed to whizz on the embers of higher consciousness by having you eject the resonance of “Coincidence!” and thus never, ever thinking again about what was screaming, literally, for your attention. That is the power of ignorance and why the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim…
You are all figments of my imagination, starting to make more sense? Its why I’ve said a fool meets enemies whilst the wise greet teachers instead and mine are simply the best for they’ve upped the pace and never relented since I stepped in with this whole SRA thing as the rest of you may have gave in, quick, but I’ve been fighting this battle since my inception and, right now, they’re sweating bullets that the rest will comprehend and see through their illusion they’ve worked so hard to build. Which is? That you are small, insignificant, powerless, dependent on them, not enough, imperfect, in need of status and symbols to make a difference, incoherent, born in sin, a flawed, decrepit creation. What they’ve actually done is describe themselves as this is exactly how the parasite of consciousness, itself an afterthought abortion, feels at its depths and to assuage this it pulled a magic trick and traded your Inner Sense for its Adulteration and, right now, its telling you this is entirely preposterous and why are you reading this?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
I’ve been fighting this battle since I stepped in and now am quite well versed in the ways of my Opponent and his methods of weak daze creation. What, you think its a “coincidence” that that spell and how you “urn a living” are interlinked? The Warrior spends his rays in a “Strength” with the two for relaxation termed a “Strengthened” instead. Just picture your life but with this one difference my friend. If you hadn’t heaped spells that expected and expected weakening as you progressed what of the alternative version you could manifest? Thats just one word, in one lang, in one head. They’ve got more tricks that clowns pocket which is why its worth recoding your internal OS or be (dis)content to be one of the 81% well adjusted to mass sickness.
It wasn’t always like this. No, once upon a when, as the light and dark meta attests, this realm was perfect but it needed to be destroyed to start the quest of regaining the paradise that most don’t fully recollect. On that stage of the Game everyone knew their consciousness was an aspect of the all of everything and they they were less sentient candles and more in tune with the unfinite as aspects of the eternal flame. This is why they greeted with pressed palms at chest (the true seat of consciousness) and bowed heads that said “You are another me, together we” or, in the modern dialect:
As much as things change they tend to stay the same, yes? The one who spots trends then reality tests is a threat to the Matrix ergo they dispatch their Agents to deal with. Have you ever wondered how, in the flick, they morphed and took over those who seemed “normal”? That spell, itself, is a huge hint about who is at the helm but the imagery does say that those jacked into the fake mainframe can be used like dumb terminals hence “I don’t know what came over him. He was like a totally different person!”. How Self evident can it get that what I said may be correct? Don’t accept, my friend, reality test instead. Why would an intent wish to take something so strong and powerful then convince the opposite? What if said clique knew your mind better than you do yourself and thus could play this realm like a harp from hell whilst pretending to be lost angels themselves who obscure their dirty faces behind masks of civilness and nice little gloves to keep their hands hidden as they pelt stones from a distance that burn like hot coals of ignorance? The Warrior grabs this and crushes the deception to reveal the glistening diamond of wisdom aka a state of perfection ergo one doesn’t detest those who operate in ignorance for they are, in the end, figments of your imagination.
You wouldn’t expect to win a wrestling match with an octopus, yes? And yet, if it were a sketch in a comic and you were the artist, drawing, as well as viewer, seeing, then it can be whatever you wish and its thrill of ignorance that comes from associating with whichever perspect you pick. Thats how we fell and forgot our true resonance. Those who didn’t use this one weird trick to keep you coming back again and again and again. To them I’m a major threat because I remind you of the things you were made to forget ergo they engage in street theater, sex magic, drugs and hypnosis as ways to broach my inner realms with the hope of making their programming stick. And yet, in the end, all they did was hand me the keys to the Kingdom as the seeds of gnosis, eternal, doth spring and one who feeds and nurtures them resurrects Inner Sense then can’t help but look around at this realm with a swift “What the F?” as it seems y’all are as mad as it can get and believe all types of mess that wasn’t designed with your best intent in its chest as these parasites lack that Prime resonance and thus they covet it and anything you don’t claim they own then sell back and make you pay rent.
I know, it sounds like one flew over the cuckoos nest, correct? Why don’t you prove me incorrect and tell me what feels authentic. Do you truly believe that this is possible:
Or does the fact that Nintendo – who constantly rep the divine feminine being hijacked by a reptilian who is defeated by a man of humble beginnings that ingests a psychedelic that brings great strength and wisdom – being hacked by a Bowser whilst having another of the same name at the helm not strike one as a tad strange and worthy of consideration? What of the cinema metaphor I said and its links with stealing the light of masturbation and pretend because, in the end, its simply a black mirror with red, green and blue, reflected. What makes one splooge is the power of imagination so whence go them energetics is the question that could beget the generation of much flesh but are now, ejected? Actually, the name of it presents a massive hint but I don’t want to spell it out as you should do your own Knowledge otherwise its counterfeit, my friend, and thus as much use as a stiff prick on an island of lesbians…
Welcome to the world of the realest man on the planet who gives not a single Watt about these parasites of consciousness as they are naught but figments of his imagination and this is before we get into busted husks, false resonance and seething powers of ignorance that masquerade as wisdom for the adepts. As a wise man once said:
“Its all written. We’re just playing the parts but the key is to see with the eye of your heart and not what drips off her lips or the image they sell”.
Who knew this dalliance of resonance would set off a chain of events that interlinked the one who bought me in, the inverter of a religion who posed as a pilgrim with parasitic intent within and a girl I went to school with. Aye yai yai! Class is in session. Do the Knowledge, my friend, as this spin in the flesh is the only chance you’ll get and I’m lacing you with Game in each article so either read and think or continue in ignorance as mere grist for the mill that spins and interpenetrates this realm behind the veil of magic tricks and the double binds I slice, gordian, as you are the Prime cause of all of this and thus your strength and power are immense but, currently, languishes under layers of conditioning – most of which you inherited (and will pass onto your kids) – and the entrancing state of resonance which is why metronomes will tock and tick to the loudest among them so make that the Psylense instead and what I said becomes Self evident as they rep the noiZ and thus are temporal whereas we are eternal and made of finer things that they simply cannot comprehend as the light, ineffable, shines into their darkness and they said:
“Destroy it”.
So they did. And this is what you get. Tell me I’m lying or does something in your chest feel this is correct as it explains a hell of a lot about a world that seems heaven sent but feels like the devil himself is constantly riding your rear end? Even that, as symbol, has its own refined depth that is waiting comprehension so its a Game of three halves, my friend.
Till we meet again
