One of the best ways to describe the key difference between a Warrior and a Slave is the relation of their mind, body and innerG. For the former they are a coherent family structure that dwells within a home filled with radiance that brings out the best of all of them whilst accentuating their differences to great effect and merriment. Slaves, on the other hand, are just three different people that happen to live in the same neighborhood. Thats the difference and its quite visceral in the felt sense but also easy to imagine because most people click how incoherent they are when it comes to these three facets, yes?
Why aren’t we instructed in these ways? Simple, it how they use your ignorance against you. That and it makes till ring as well as having people flock to subscribe to deals that promise solutions but deliver mostly nothing. On the flip every child that steps into this realm is overflowing with that coherence. This is why I say we’re all born Warriors and the Path of Power is, in many ways, a retracing of your steps to unlearn what isn’t needed and the net result is radiance due to the alignment you’re feeling which extends far beyond this dimension. Let me put it to you like this:
If you tell a mirror to look at itself something interesting happens because the reflection seems endless. But yet its a cheap camera trick. This realm is identical to this. Identical. This is why its said by many cultures ancient (and the coming science as well) that reality is a persistent illusion we create via our awareness and expectations therein. In other words a Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. Suffering is optional but almost guaranteed for those that forget this because not everyone plays with the intent of uplifting the collective as some have plenty and still they aren’t fulfilled. Think about billionaires on a bus, for example. Plenty of seats but they keep it moving… This is just a symptom of this erroneous programming and thus we’re in a Game whilst playing another Game that takes your investment and uses it as a weapon because the only one who wins is the one who came up with the idea which is being used to siphon your energetics. Mined. Mind. How big a hint do you need that its all happening within?
And yet its a realm that most people are petrified to visit and, especially, the Devilish language is woefully under equipped to navigate your consciousness because its designed to keep lips stiff and thus limit the frequency you’re decoding and create a reality which is pretty miserable. Getting back to the neighborhood, imagine we had a family – a mother, father and child – and they were in a natural environment where all of their needs are met and the rest is up to them. They’d do pretty well, don’t you think? Nature would run its course, unimpeded and they’d create a nourishing environment that created something far greater than the sum of its components, yes?
Now lets pretend that the moment the child is born he is ripped from the arms of his mother. She gives up her son with little complaint as she has been trained to expect this and believes its the Systems prerogative to intern the children in their own domiciliary arrangement. “The state knows best!” she sings, as instructed, as she too is carted off to her own place, away from the father. And so this family grows. Occasionally they meet in the street, fumble a greeting or three. They might call, now and then, or have an event where they link up. In general we’d have an immense sense of isolation, frustration and a craving for solutions that exist outside of them and are, most definitely, not accessible in the moment. Some believe there will come a time when they’ll hit the promised land and they’ll all have a home they share thats filled with affection but are too dim to catch the trick because even if they were all now rounded up and dumped in one place they’d irritate each other to death due to their inherent programming being so different and total lack of coherence. Time travel is possible in this realm and its their only solution. Thing is none of them believe it can happen. Why? The System told them.
Remember, this is the same noxious establishment that ripped them apart at the time they should be be building all types of connections and links that amplify one anothers strengths with the beautiful flex that comes from support and acceptance as they all grow in resonance due to the principle of coherence that creates events that are far more than the sum of their components. To them, this remains a distant ideal. Something they’ll have to die to achieve. Can you see how pernicious this is?
If you were to visit this town so miserable and broach the concept that maybe, just maybe, they’d been tricked and were currently being pimped by a crew that gave not one single F about them but actually profited from their adjustment to a System profoundly sick they’d gnash and wail, quite furious. The father may hold aloft his trophies and symbols of success that show he’s made it. The mother could flaunt her images that had been edited to death to present a life she wished she lived (and was fully invested in) as well as her devout acceptance of the rules which said “Everything will be better after this as long as you don’t ask to many questions” whilst the child, now grown, is set adrift on memory bliss as he takes hits of whatever the streets are pushing as a way to numb the pain in his frame by inserting substances in his veins to modulate consciousness.
We, laced with common sense, would look at this example and see how stupid it all is and how the Game has been terribly rigged against them but yet if I were to do this to you, now, in real life you’d probably think I was Satan himself for the way I dissed your cows sacred. That is exactly whats happening. Exactly.
The father is your mind and what he says, goes. “Dare not question my authority” he screams to assuage the fact that he feels worthless and lonely. The mother is your body who learned, long ago, that no one listens and if she complains to much they’d drown her in pills and thus she lives in a world of make believe and pretend that mainly ensures she doesn’t click how truly unfulfilled she is with a life like death. The child is your innerG, something ineffable and yet so present. You can’t reach it if you’re grasping but it comes when it wishes. Sadly, for most, this state comes via some form of intoxication as the substance causes the iron fist of the mind to release its grip from the neck of his wife and before she can say a thing the child is running around within. This is your life. This is your neighborhood. Is there any wonder why the world is like this because people take out their anger and other deleterious emotions created by these traumatic events on others who are suffering just as much as them.
The first thing a Warrior does is accept the lay of the land, as it is. You can’t fix a mess by pretending it doesn’t exist and things will be perfect when the promised savior swoops in and restores harmony with a click of his mighty fingers for those that kept the faith, peered not behind the curtain and definitely didn’t ask the right questions like, say:
“Why do I feel like this now but didn’t as a kid?”.
That really is the 8 billion Soul topic, isn’t it? If it doesn’t come to your lips and provoke introspection then, guess what, you are a Slave. A living hostage. Most will go out of their way to deny this as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell but then if you ask them:
“Mind, body and innerG – In one home now, like they were in the beginning or estranged in a neighborhood where they may meet, now and again?” the answer is obvious. This is cognitive dissonance, in full effect, and why its said you must be willing to break a few eggs to create an omelette. Better yet, you can’t solve a problem with the same level of thinking that created it and this is why practical metaphysics is the only thing that can help you overcome your false self via doing the Knowledge. “And the truth shall set you free” said he and it most certainly did for me and this is the gift I wish to share with thee.
One of the most interesting things I learned from my brush with death, besides proof of the multi dimensional nature of the System and its willing agents in the flesh, is the truth of the statement that attachment causes suffering. Its so true and yet infinitely subtle as well. Let me break it down a bit:
You, before the flesh and during this entire embodiment thing, are what I call the Witness. A slice of pure consciousness. Light as a feather, exceedingly radiant. In the same way that a raindrop and ocean are exactly the same thing but with a different scale and frame of reference is your intimate relation to the Prime, the pre-existing, the never changing. Call it what you wish, this is the main source of conflict among humans and a huge point of division. Now, what steps into this realm is pure, what else can it be as the Witness is simply that which observes and via its presence makes all of this possible as around this doth coalesce the rest of the dimension and all within hence everwhen is a figment of your imagination, get it?
When it comes time to exit traveling light is the thing because the energy of this realm is limited and thus you can’t check on the baggage that your life accumulated when it comes to transcendence. Positive or negative. “Oh, you miss your granny, huh?”. “Sour grapes kid, you’ll get slammed back in the flesh because she’s an earthbound concept”. “Oh, you hate that guy who did terrible things and you want vengeance?”. “Go get it, champion! Here’s another suit of flesh“. On and on go the examples, I’m sure you get it. If it was as simple as saying “Yay! I’m saved! Hand over the keys to the Kingdom” would the world be such a mess? Of course it wouldn’t. We have a planet filled with people born with a chip on their shoulder due to needs unmet and then, to rub salt into the slit, the blood they inherit is filled with more of this as none of them have ever had the intuition to do their own little inquisition and jet what isn’t in their best interests. Nope, instead they propagate the misery of their parents by allowing their resonance to be split and thus the happy home of coherence they were born into becomes a war torn neighborhood of virtual strangers, doing their own thing, but desperately pretending they aren’t suffering as they rack up more and more negative emotions in their bloodstream as a gift to the next generation before doing it all again.
Thats the life of a Slave, I guess. Don’t worry, when you die it will make sense because if your spiritual GPS hasn’t charted a destination back home whilst in the flesh and left what isn’t needed then its a particularly hellish kind of spin as the Game reclaims what it gives and thus it pimps you twice before sizing you up for another suit made of flesh as you come crying back to this realm to serve another life sentence and do the same thing again. And again. And again. What? You think its the first time you’ve read this? Guess again because business is booming for the Slave/Masters who’d rather reign in the hell they beget on this global plantation which harvests suffering but the trick is never to let the inmates realize this hence all the bread, circuses and deception masquerading as tradition which all have one thing in common:
Keep your attention anywhere but within as consciousness is everything ergo get familiar with your Self.
Till we meet again
