The Game of Souls is an illusion. A hologram which solid to those partaking but is no more real than a dream. Yeah, that makes perfect sense because when you’re lying in bed, observing technicolor visions in your head, filled with disjointed logic and countless improbable events it seems like the real thing. And then you regain your day to day awareness and think “Wow, what a bizarre experience” as you get out of bed.
What if that was the hint about what we’re currently within? Really stop and think about it because it makes no sense for our ancestors way back when without laptops and double glazing to be out, dead to the world, for eight hours of pitch darkness when all manner of beasts were prowling with stomach growling and teeth and claws ready to kill.
How do you explain that? Talk about making survival an uphill challenge. If anything you should be grateful you live in a world filled with an outsane amount of conveniences even if they denature men and make him act like an enemy to his environment. That one is just a strange as well, if you truly stop to think because we’re engaged in a war with the planet that even if we win we’ll find ourselves losing. Or maybe thats the plan as little red, not green, men wish to jet to another planet with the best and ensure the meek inherit a bombed out shell so they can’t follow them to their new zone of influence. Wait and see, it’ll happen then it’ll click but it will be too late to do something about it but thats another topic so lets get back to this:
Lets say you don’t believe in the hologrammatic Game of Souls as illusion paradigm and you think all you Witness is truly solid and really real outside of your awareness and you are just like it and not a playa on this level that was designed to suck you in and extract as much as it can get. Forget all that for a moment, its all real and not a trick but then riddle me this, my friend:
Is the world filled with liars telling lies about almost everything? You’ve got to admit that truth is often spoken of but rarely heard in this realm where lawyers destroy justice as he with the deepest pockets wins, Doctors ruin health under the guise of helping and politicians, well the less said about them the best because they are at least partially honest. Of what am I speaking? Well they do what they say on the tin:
Poli ticks. Many leeches. They are exactly this and they justify their blood sucking existence by doing pretty much nothing that benefits us and everything for them even though they promise to listen and will offer whatever they think will get you voting. Newsflash, if your vote was worth anything and could change something you think they’d leave that power in the hands of the plebs who are kept in the dark like shrooms and fed a steady stream of BS. Nyet, Comrade. Not a chance, my friend.
Now with this in mind tell me why you would search outside for truth when it can only lie within? Aha! That is the question and the answer is this:
People are petrified of their inner realm. Imagine a student who gets a message that their parent is visiting. “Oh no!” they silently scream as they sit half baked in front of the TV “You mean you’re almost here?” as they rush around, stashing the green and all the empty bottles as they attempt to civilize the scene and make their folks think a diligent life of study is what they lead. Stuff is shoved in closets, thrown under seats, swept under the rug. Anything but actually cleaned because they’ll be right back at it when they leave and can breathe a sigh of relief as long their support cheques keep hitting the cash machine.
Now imagine his parents were suspicious and they kept calling in at most random times and events. The poor students nerves would be wreck, its almost enough to drive him to drugs and drink due to all the stress! Not to mention the constant piles of things he’s rather they didn’t witness that were slung here and there in haphazard ways to prevent them realizing their precious little boy is actually wasting his golden ticket in getting wasted on what they send to spend to educate him.
Now, after a while the mess would be intense and he’d often cut them off at the door and say something else like “I’m just headed to the library to get some studying done, coming? We can grab lunch later then” and all kinds of tricks that prevent them from coming into his domicile and checking the constant supply of intoxicants and loose women that he’s really being educated in.
Bit of an obtuse metaphor but it is what it is. The point is it explains well most peoples inner realms as their little self sits inside their head and edits the story they tell themselves. The bits they don’t like? The hurt, the fear and the pain? They thrown down below their neck where it steadily accumulates and even though they don’t know, they know and from this they’ll do anything to escape. Getting back to the real world its why so many people self medicate because if you ask them they’ll say plainly “It helps me to chill and relaxes my frame”.
Now the thing is people are so used to weaving this fairy tale they forget about the truth and are sucked further into the Game and further away from the place they were born and destined to reign:
Their inner terrain.
From themselves many are estranged and thus live lives that feel fake because their brain shuffles some labels at their awareness in lieu of the real thing which was full bodied experience, that in this example the parents represent as you in a higher state. They can’t, mustn’t be let in because that will be the end of the charade, the end of the Game the pseudo student played and the reason they picked a place so far away so they could get out from the watchful gaze and just let loose for a change.
Now that we’ve taken the complicated way round to outline the nature of this charade I’d have to ask you where is the truth hidden in this little masquerade? Why in the house, of course. Or in your case from the neck to the waist and as you age from the ankles up again which is why the elderly move at a shuffling pace as their weighed down by the edits they try hard to erase and convince their higher state of awareness they aren’t living as reprobates.
Why is the Game structured like this? Well actually it makes perfect sense because if everyone is lying to themselves they’ll invest even further in the illusion and go to ever crazier lengths to avoid letting their parents in to that which is hidden but they suspect, nonetheless.
As far as they’re concerned their son is a model student who will graduate with full honors, money well spent they think. Little do they know that when this adventure comes to an end and it becomes self evident his tuition was spent on revelry and indulgence then there will be consequences. In the mortal sense this is death because at the moment of expiration all that which was hidden comes up to the surface which is why its far better to deal with it whilst breathing, no matter how unpleasant because you can only leave this realm with what you came in and no luggage is accepted so don’t even try and check in.
Man this really is going all over the place isn’t it? Anyway you catch my drift because the nature of this subterfuge and image building should cause bells to ring in your awareness and the question is this:
If you’re dreaming in a dream and that vision seems real how can you tell its not whilst still in the scene? Flick a light switch, look at your hands or better yet try to read. These three with most certainty will reveal its not what you’re thinking at that moment as its all playing out inside your head and when this clicks then the dream can shift and you become aware its as flexible as elastic and then, the real fun begins.
Extrapolate this to real world for a moment and bring that old metaphor back in as the kid knows what is real and invests so much in hiding from his parents that he ends up creating a mess by not hitting his targets as he was so invested in ensuring their dream world seemed real, even if it was an illusion. They knew, deep down, that this was all a trick. Thats why they put the pressure on with these random visits to check on their investment now consider this:
You have had at least one, maybe ten or dozens of dreams that feel so real that when you rise in your bed, just for a moment, your current life feels artificial before reality kicks in and you set off to do it all again.
Imagine for a moment you could access this inner realm whilst not dreaming. What of those implications as you use your natural resources to expand your awareness. Going back to our student friend its like he evaded his parents, got as high as he wished and then somehow came up with an invention that generated millions and made him a legend. They wouldn’t care about what he didn’t because what he did offsets this and this entire convoluted missive is designed to make you think what are you missing by living on the outskirts of your mind, disconnected from your inner realm as you attempt to coast on a ticket from a higher aspect of you is paying for and expecting greater things?
What if thats the main trick behind the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect and the peacock feather of sentience wrapped in flesh which means you get mindwiped and reskinned? Wouldn’t that be something? A cautionary tale for those invested in the wisdom of ignorance and too proud to admit they know nothing…
Till we meet again
