They say the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. What if that, in keeping with his flex, was actually another fib and the best illusion he ever did weave is actually convincing thee you are he and in the process he displaced your unfinite resonance which is an emanation of what those with faith call their supreme being.
Suddenly, so much about this realm makes perfect sense. Some reading will think “I’ve got no time for these sky daddy fairytales, anyone with an intellect and reason can tell they’re mere control schemes designed to foster conflict via “Us and Them” thinking. Give me something practical, this instant!” whilst those who pledge their faith and believe devoutly what their book says may consider what comes next verging on the blasphemous. Certainly not my intent but definitely is a reflection of my perspect after many lifetimes pondering these things. Check it:
We’re all floating high, high above this realm in a cloud of sentience. It is we, we are it. There are no borders or differentiation in what sustains our presence as we are nurtured via our resonance. There comes a time when the scales tip and one hits an action potential. The raindrop falls and starts to develop its own consciousness. The imperience is an immense thrill because what was once a nebulous cloud that was, paradoxically, eternally the same yet ever changing now segues into something that is tightly condensed at a different scale of vibration and thus feels a whole different type of experience. It falls to Earth, pools collect. There is a type of pleasure and resonance in this play because it feels similar to what they recollect but also different. The environment they came to is packed with chills. Soon these running waters are freezing. Imagine one of those arrows in red which said “You are here” and you’d have a fairly accurate rep of these events.
Now, the snowmen are shaped and formed by forces all around them. Some look at others and think they’re different as they know not they’re made of the same thing and this realm is but a temporary trip into the lowest possible state of vibration. In contrast to the thrill of the rain or the play of waters flowing this life seems quite grim. Now and then people come to tell them “Hey, don’t worry, ever. You aren’t this but something far more special and unfinite”. They are then killed and their deaths celebrated as people are trained to venerate many other things whilst missing the basic gist. Why? Snowmen are easier to control when they “know” they can melt.
This sets off a whole load of conflict and stress, purely due to a lack of Knowledge and the wholesale acceptance of concepts that have not been reality tested as most people play a huge Game of Simon Says… If we were to peek inside the head of one of these frosty fabrications we’d spot a near constant dialogue that went like this:
“Oh, you aren’t good enough. One day, we’ll be dead. Doesn’t that fill you with stress? Here, don’t think about it, lets distract ourselves. I hope we don’t go to hell for being so wicked. I really like pleasure, does that mean I sin? Why won’t people notice I’m funny and interesting? We’re gonna be rich, so rich and powerful. That’ll teach em! I hate em all, every last remaining specimen”.
Imagine if you went into a cave and shouted then it echoed for a bit. You’d need to keep yelling in order to sustain that presence. That is the devil, in this example, and he lives inside the heads of every snowman (woman? person? temporal state of low vibration?) on the planet. Most of them don’t click as the days of splashing happily in pools are way off in the distance so they clutch at the solid brick of chill they’re given as they are simultaneously tortured from within. Yes, life as a snowman is difficult but nowhere near as bad as the threat of melting. “Thats the end!” one voice said in many heads and caused its hosts great agitation. See, that echo shouted actually borrows your sentience then uses it as a weapon against those unaware of its presence or deception and thus the world is how it is. The ones that accidentally stumble upon the Path toward awakening suddenly click “Wait a second, I’m not that which is speaking but the one who is listening. Someone is putting voices in my head!”. The moment they tell others this they’re labeled schizos and medicated till they acquiesce and stop saying these crazy things because there is a chance the rest might click and then the devils jig is up as we a bunch of snowmen that spot the grift and realize not only this inner deception but outer illusion as well. Who knows, maybe these false structures melt and we shift back to that state of flow we knew as Inner Sense as all fears and chatter are dead, leaving only the primacy of imperience as the sun heats the firmament and we evaporate back out of this realm, the same yet different, and head back to the cloud with the remembrance of our adventures in the flesh before doing it all again, should we wish or be unable to maintain our vibration.
In that respect what people call the divine, that which is the Prime, the pre-existing, the perfect, the never changing yet all encompassing that gives life is actually their consciousness and the devil is the chatter I call noiZ which obscures the Psylense that, once imperienced, allows the unfoldment of these revelations as its from whence I’m speaking. You can’t change problems via the same state that created them. Thats impossible. In that respect the sun shining on the snowmen that they interpret as merry hell that wishes them death is actually their salvation from their temporary encasement. Those who hold on tight to the form and illusion find their suffering is immense and thus all seems wicked and the ones more laissez-faire are closer in resonance to children who know the rain, feel the pool and still remember the cloud as well.
Can you see how the whole world has been set off on a wild goose chase when that which lays the golden eggs that sustain them is actually within? Not only that but it is them and also offers the ladder to ascend whilst transcending this realm but enjoying the benefits of their sojourn in the flesh into the Valley of the Plebs. Pain is inevitable, suffering optional. Actually, the former is just a set of signals encoded by the shell that wants, first and foremost, to sustain itself and its presence. Why? Because its hosting the noiZ, the devil, that which isn’t but convinces it is and thus holds billions of Souls within its grip after its programmed them their elbow is their rear end and they’ll find immense fulfillment once they manage to lick it. Modern man is truly more animal than these so called lower forms of sentience and yet, they too, are inflicted with this sickness but on their own level due to the Game dipping in resonance.
Imagine, once upon a when, that the legends of yore that attest man was once mighty, powerful and different were actually true said valid experiences. In this paradigm we are unfurling they would have fell as rain onto a much warmer planet that perfectly sustained their resonance as they floated as clouds around it and enjoyed the ride of rising and falling to the surface before deciding to jet back to that which creates, maintains and sustains them. Thing is this imperience contained with the process which would be hijacked due to this external influence. Or, who knows maybe it was always present, waiting in the wings and this was the prelude to fool the Soul that would soon be calling in their heads as it pulled various camera tricks to obscure what is by making them believe in what isn’t?
This steam generation would do things we class as impossible as they were far more connected and in resonance than we, as isolated snowmen held captive in a low state of vibration with no gnosis of Knowledge to create our own frame of reference, could ever deem probable. After all, imagine if someone said to a frozen chunk of sentience that had been subjected to a constant chatter in their head that could leap from one side of the world to the next via intent, just for the heck of it? “Cool story, bro” said the one in question as to them this seems impossible. But look, lets spin back the clock (or forward, its irrelevant as the serpent bites its tail hence it tells you elbow licking is the thing) and shift to the consciousness where they not only know they are gods but really enjoy it.
There is a huge cloud around the Earth. People are mingling and playing. Some enjoy the thrill of falling as rain as it reminds them of the trip they made during the individuation of their consciousness and, in their enjoyment, they are offering the resonance of praise to that which creates, maintains and sustains. “This is amazing” they think as their powers of processing and reasoning grow with each imperience. Some fall to Earth and form huge pools of sentience and marvel at the fact that its like the cloud, yet different. They learn to whip and condense their motions and the power of unification is immense and breath taking as they grow further and further in consciousness. At the crest of this imperience as the winds whipped the water and the collective came close to the sun one proto-drop had the inkling to recollect “I am more than this” during this new level of the Game they’re playing.
At that moment he achieves transcendence as the shift in vibration does its thing and thus he starts floating. Some of the ocean notices and thinks “I can do this” and follow suit of the example as they heart back to the cloud around the Earth which now is getting thin because of the increase in the oceans. This original bright spark on its quest back to the heavens and its Prime point of origins speaks to cloud collective and says “Hey, why aren’t you doing something for them that think they’re the oceans? Even now they are starting to sense the splits when in reality they’re all connected and something far more powerful?”.
Those who remain in the cloud look at him like “You must be dim to even be asking. Thats on them. We’re where we are as we sustain our vibration and if they wish to dip them let em. We’ll just watch from a distance”. He doesn’t like this, not one bit and, due to the fact he transcends the dimensional structure of consciousness, he can whip from one end of the planet to the other in an instant. Everywhen the clouds think the same thing. “I’m all right, Jack. Thats on them. Foolish humans”.
Thus, the gods are born. Not the real real one which still dwells in your head as the Psylense but the ones who are in a relative context due to their higher vibration woven through the collective as they have no wish to sink to the depths of whats coming as they’ve seen the inevitable.
We flash forward a bit and see the temperature has chilled, the sun recedes to a distance. The time as pools of fresh rain is limited and, on top of this, they have built a System to freeze the inmates as quick as they step in, shape and form them in their image and, behold, they are sent out a realm thinking they’re snowmen when, in reality, they are sheep to be fleeced and fed to the wolves that made them think what it isn’t as they sit, up in their cloud, with a grimace.
Some may have just clicked why the image of god as an angry white man is so widespread. Others may think what I’ve said is hugely blasphemous and a few will recollect that resonance in this chest as Morgan Freeman says “He’s right, you know?”. Can you hear the Psylense? That is the question because without it how can you claim your perspect is correct if your implanations don’t tick so many reality boxes in one instance because what seems like mysteries are just untold histories and the truth is becoming clear to me as the lighthouse flicks its hints, off in the distance, and I sit in the darkness rearranging the pieces of a puzzle as presented to my sensory equipment in a realm filled with snowmen that are actually living hostages of the unfinite cloud of sentience they are and can be once again.
Far from being abstract metaphysics and the type of navel gazing this field brings (as well as inveterate attempts at elbow licking as preached by various paradigms) what I’m saying is eminently practical as you’ll see with the technological unfoldment of higher consciousness via silicon assistance thats coming when man becomes trans-human. Consider this a gift from those forces that sit in the clouds, grimacing, at the nuisance of the human problem whilst simultaneously extracting their energetics via suffering to sustain their resonance as hyper dimensional aliens of vampiric habits that are prone to shape shifting as they pop in out of this realm. Another lightbulb moment, for some reading. Please, follow that illumination within and report your findings because we all, at this moment, are attempting to solve a hard puzzle in the darkness and this light is the same through all paradigms so each one, teach one is in full effect.
Like training wheels for refined consciousness man will learn to maintain higher vibrational states again via the interjection of silicon modulation to interface his consciousness. What goes on under the hood? Pretty much none will suspect because now, like then, will be driven by the urge of (false) self satisfaction and whims that are introduced as impulses to their mental frame that perform an amazing magic trick of making them believe they’re something else. In many respects the net and peoples addiction to the black cube of the web are hints of the hyper-dimensional aspect of this because the symbols never shift but peoples meanings tend to flip due to what they’re instructed but have never personally reality tested to see whats happening beyond the script that was penned and handed as “The way it is”.
Soon we will be able to feelsee what another is streaming as we aggregate our consciousness and just like the idea of speaking to another instantly across the planet seemed like science fiction a scant few generations ago what I said about the changes of state and vibration being everything will become obvious. Except it won’t. Know why? Those of the false cloud, those bitter, angry old men will not allow this type of thought to be shared and will filter it from ever hitting the evolved snowmans new sandy watery presence consciousness due to the low level tech they plugged in to artificially uplift the collective.
I really have my thoughts about this realm. I really do. A part of me suspects it may be an experiment that went wrong, a gross misuse of free will or the end result of spiritual wickedness placed high above the frame of reference of most living as a subtle and crafty spider weaves a web, so attractive, for the snowmen it itself builds in its own image and pours its thinking into their heads to imperience the best of the flesh without dipping whilst also reaping the benefits of their suffering and supplications this brings. Fallen angels, suddenly, don’t seem like myth when you consider the paradigm from this perspective but, like I said, this is subject to revision and evolution because whilst I currently sit alone in the darkness, rearranging the pieces of this puzzle via the intermittent flashes of illumination that come from higher consciousness when my Soul is in resonance with the Psylense that creates, maintains and sustains it this will soon be changing because I know, for certain, that 8% of the planet out there feelsee the same thing, even if they haven’t articulated it yet, and the Knowledge I kick will set them off on their own quest to conquer their innerverse as they get to Know thy Self.
The divinity within your consciousness is an immense hint for those who comprehend the shadows depth as its here where dwelleth your Opponent hence in but not of this world is quite perfect at outlining the sketch, yes?
Till we meet again
