What follows next are the musings of a Soul Traveler. “Whats one of them?” I hear you question. Simply put it is one that actively invests in Knowing their Self, both in and beyond this realm. To many people this concept makes no sense and I’ve previously used the allegory of puppets on a string but, in this example, the gloved variation would be more accurate as they are animated from within by something far more powerful and capable than they suspect but they mistake the effect as the cause and are content to bask in their ignorance instead.
Even as a child I was aware that I’m not this flesh. If you ask a wide sample of parents about odd things their babies have said whilst developing one of the most common threads is when they start retelling tales of their previous family and such things. Some folks get scared and tell them not to talk like this, others indulge with amusement and write it off as the ramblings of a fertile imagination, never to be revisited, but a few will truly listen and from these a small percent are willing to take it to another level and request they fully sketch what they recollect of a previous incarnation as they then research the pic to see if it matches.
This can generate some impressive results that bring a whole load of questions about the nature of reality but that is another topic we’ll look into elsewhen.
Do you remember the first time that voice in your head started talking? I do. Well. What struck me wasn’t just what it said – that felt exceedingly outlandish – but the fact that it seemed identical to me and yet couldn’t be as I was obviously that which was listening ergo I had an option to decline its suggestions or buy in to where they led. You would be really, really surprised if you knew exactly what goes on in a childs head. For everything they externally express there is much more happening within that they privately examine. Usually what you hear is the end result of the process as they seek validation or affirmation that another also thinks like this. If its not forthcoming they either stop sharing or no longer take the trek. That is the basis of a Soul Traveller, simply a childs Inner Sense backed with an increasing amount of wisdom that comes from imperience. Whereas a Slave accepts what the world presents as they wear off the shelf garments in their inner realms that is filled with second hand concepts and fables they inherited the Soul Traveller wishes to keep the personally tailored threads of his awareness as he asks:
“Who created this? To what end? From whence it came? Where does it begin? Does everyone feel like this? How can I increase the resolution of my perception?” and so on goes the quest that I’ve termed doing the Knowledge. Everyone is equipped for this but many have it beaten or trained out of them at a young age and, usually out of fear, they comply with the edicts that those around them posit as beyond reproach or question. An adult may take in the scene of a tragic event that leaves many suffering as he says “It is gods will“. For a child who is still in tune with the Warrior within that is blatantly unacceptable as it doesn’t gel with the concepts of an all powerful and benevolent being that protects his people. As you can probably imagine if he were to ask these questions out loud and often his parents would eventually had out some type of discipline or disapproval as they don’t have the answers themselves. This is why becoming a Soul Traveller often means going against the grain. These days said children would be heavily medicated and labeled as problems as they were forced to acquiesce to social conditioning via pharmaceutical intervention. In that respect I’m very, very lucky to have slipped through this net due to various events, back when, otherwise the chances of my pushing the pen from my current state of elevation would have been nigh on impossible.
Lets pretend the child in questions parents are more humble and willing to admit their ignorance.
“I don’t know. I have too wondered the meaning of this because why would we say things like “The good die young” whilst the bad seem to run around, being wicked, with no punishment handed to them. I know there are concepts of heaven and hell along with sayings like they’ll get whats coming but that really doesn’t seem to happen”.
“So why do you believe in it?” the developing mind says. The parent sighs and a simple truth crosses his lips:
“I’m too busy working, paying bills and keeping a roof over your head and bellies fed that I don’t have time to consider it”.
The boy wonders as he wanders then comes back to this thread as he says:
“Why do you have to though? Who says thats how it is? Why does everyone else accept it if so many hate it?”.
Once again the parent is forced to admit his ignorance as he says:
“This is why you’re going to change the world. No matter what anyone says, not even me when I get angry and try to reign you in, never forget this way of thinking, of feeling, of being and doing. Its vitally important. I had it, once upon a when. Then I lost it and here we are”.
The Soul Travelers application had been submitted and accepted. From then on things would never be the same again and the above commented would come to be rued as the child grew to become a problem that accepted no authority outside himself and would gladly accept and punishments or threats but never relinquished his grip on what he’d later term Inner Sense.
In a nutshell I believe we, the human race, are much like square watermelons. You can place what is developing in an unnatural form of constriction and it will wail and protest as it chafes against the edge but will soon learn to fit in and accept the situation. A Warrior, on the flip, will use those same energetics to look within and the information that comes back says “Fear not the sphere for it is what you are destined to become” and instead they’ll push against this cell with a force thats immense as they crack it. During the time it takes to fabricate and install another mold around their developing sentience they’ll gain a fresh glimpse of what I call true freedom aka a world without Adulteration and that is akin to hyper dimensional wind beneath their wings. The System will, once again, attempt to curtail their natural development and that, in my example, was bad report cards that said “He’s very capable but all together too troublesome and, worse still, he puts off the rest as well with his endless stream of questions“.
“Why don’t you just listen?” said the enraged parent after another meeting with teachers who seemed to be repeating the same script.
“Listen, what they’re saying makes no sense“. The boy went on to describe a science lesson where the teacher pointed at an image of the planets siting in concentric circles orbiting around the sun which sits in their mid. His father nods his head and says “OK, whats next”.
“Well” the child says “If gravity is what keeps us stuck to the planet and the sun is so immense that it keeps the rest in check and doing the same thing then why doesn’t it simply pull all the rest into it like water going down the sink?“. The older man started laughing and had to admit he had a point. He asked him to detail what happened next.
“I told the teacher that made no sense, said what I felt and then he tried to brush it off as the way it is and I could either like it or lump it because he wanted to go onto the next thing instead but to me it made no sense. Like I said, stupid. I told him that and how he must be dim to accept it and some of the other kids started laughing and he got mad which led them to calling you in. Again”.
What would you do, in this example? Its an actual real life event based upon my intuition that what they said was true was either an outright lie or willful distortion and later I’d discover something that gelled with what I thought, back when. Peep this:
Doesn’t that make more sense? The same thing happened again in a history lesson when I asked “Why not herstory? Or mystory? Wait a minute, thats mystery. I’m starting to see a pattern to all of this because all of your lessons simply say the white man did everything and the rest were a bunch of primitive savages but your people don’t even use water to wash your rear end after using the toilet”. Once again the class was filled with laughter and merriment because a lot of the kids were varying shades of brown and all knew this basic practice of hygiene and cleansing whereas the one teaching obviously wiped herself with dry paper that, to her, was embarrassing and to me made no sense as my mind developing rejected their suggestions. Another letter home, another appointment and yet I wouldn’t relent. After a few of these visits the punishments and threats became more brutal but by now I refused to cede my freedom to examine this strange reality that so many dared not question. If nothing else they simply strengthened my resolve that something really, really odd was going on in this realm and most dared not admit it.
As you can probably tell a lot of who I am is based on who I’ve been. Its not like I rose one day and said “I know, time to rebel against everything!” as that is nigh on impossible for a well conditioned square watermelon that is hemmed in via tension. After a while me and the school System came to a tacit agreement in which I’d do whatever was needed to get ejected from a boring lesson with a quickness so I’d then have time to think about what they were teaching. Then I’d take my questions and musing to anyone who’d listen and ask their opinion on my perspective and, thankfully, there were a few that would happily indulge my reasoning as they found it most amusing and quite entertaining. What of all the kids that didn’t have this and were seeking parental approval so they set about absorbing and regurgitating on the test whatever they said was correct? Thats the path of Adulteration aka the slow death of realness.
In many ways a Soul Traveler is a higher octave of the Warrior within as the latter is all about transcending the current incarnation and once that happens you start wondering about the others as well as the practical nature of metaphysics because, lets admit it, walking around in the flesh on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball through a vacuum is quite ridiculous, isn’t it? Imagine you had a dream one night in which an alien from another dimension said:
“Hey, I live in a world that is totally, totally different to yours. Can you describe life at its most basic blueprint so we can compare perspectives?”.
If you responded with the above as the unquestioned basis of your all of everything can you picture the response you’d get? Even typing it seems ridiculous, and yet, that is what it is. Maybe. I haven’t been into space yet so can’t tell. When this concept was dropped I asked:
“How come it feels still if its all spinning then?”. The teacher rolled his eyes, thinking, “Here we go again”, before responding with:
“I don’t have time for your stupidness. Get out of my class, this instant”. Which I gladly did before heading off to see the caretaker who was chain smoking, as usual. I asked him the same question and his response was interesting:
“If you’re sitting in a car and throw a ball in the air it doesn’t go rushing off into the distance, does it? Like if you put your hand out of the window it would quickly vanish as its more in tune with the outer environment. I think it works like this”.
“Ha” said I. Now that was interesting. I wondered, out loud, why he was stuck in the broom cupboard when a lot of his answers made more sense and he said it was because he never got an education and thus ended up with a crappy job instead. That, once again, generated more questions because here was a guy that was obviously intelligent as he was always reading and yet the dimwit in the class couldn’t instruct a thing without having the answers handed to him via his teachers edition. As he found out, later on, when I pilfered said version and watched him run around flustered as he couldn’t lead the session.
I simply cannot learn from anyone with so little passion. Someone doing it for a cheque is akin to a prostitute of knowledge and thus met with disdain to my developing awareness which, now that I think about it, must have felt intensely disrespectful so I see why they acted as they did and labeled me the problem who was best dealt with by being ejected.
All of this served me very well in the events that came next because square watermelons need constant reinforcement of their artificial limits whereas the golden circle of my sentience is without beginning nor end as its simply visiting this planet via my current incarnation which is one in a long sequence that I fully intend to end with this spin hence get free or thrive trying as I have enough of all of this and my aim is to sprinkle the seeds of Self Knowledge to the next generation because they are born as Warriors and, with a little encouragement, will develop into greater Soul Travelers than I can imagine in order to create an altogether more pleasurable dimension than one filled with the ignorance of unquestioned Adulteration that can’t wait to infect the next generation as it forces them to acquiesce to blatantly ridiculous concepts.
After all, if you’d been born a long, long time ago you’d be quite certain that the Earth was the central axis around which everything spins, yes? Now we see that as obviously limited. Funnily enough if you had incarnated even further back into the distance you may have been one of the adepts that honed Soul Travel to such a fine edge that they were able to map the moods and temperaments of the planets by looking within with such an amazing depth that, beneath their anthropomorphism, were facts that were solid and only recently discovered since we invented telescopes and such things. But, thats another topic. I say that to say this:
We are all born Warriors. Each and every one of us that steps into this realm is trained to become a square watermelon. Many instinctively rebel but most eventually acquiesce. It wasn’t always like this and that is what makes me question the intent of whom (or what) is at the helm as it sows the seeds of confusion that choke the internal gardens of most Souls that leaves them as strangers to Self as they walk around with heads filled with concepts that generally make them miserable because of what they learned to accept but dare not question. I could go into more details about my previous incarnations and the insights I gained therein as well as how I accessed them but if I didn’t first share this glimpse into what made my Self authored blueprint the rest wouldn’t make any sense as you have to click the basic difference between one who was trained to fear the sphere and one who simply is as nature intended without the various vagaries of the System doing what they do best.
Till we meet again
