One of the things I’ve pondered on, at length, is the whole speed of light thing. In a nutshell, if you invest in the science, it provides a very interesting sketch in that the closer you get to the limit in acceleration the vaster the gap gets ergo the more fuel that is needed. Another, more down to Earth way of comprehending this is the psychosocial treadmill with its work, buy, consume, die mindset that is used, exceedingly well, to keep you pinned to the wheel of time from one life to the next. Its like Jim Carrey said “When I get the next X then I’ll finally feel complete and it will all be worth it“. Thats the speed of light, my friend.
The irony is that we’re born surfing it. Don’t believe? Observe the majesty of a child or infant before being wrangled by the System and or damaged by their parents. They are tripping the light fantastic at such a clip that the excess pours through them as they may be in this world but are certainly not if it. Yet. “But they will be” said the miniature microbes of mind manipulation that dwell inside those who care for them and will, eventually, make them just like them. If they refuse to acquiesce you’ll see them run the gamut from coercion, wheedling, all types of promises up to flat out beat downs, brutality and all types of violence be it intellectual, emotional, physical or spiritual. The latter is a real kicker and its one many a “naughty” child can attest as its like the face of Ahriman comes over their dish as the are dealing out their “discipline” with fists and, seemingly, gaining a perverse pleasure from it even though they yell:
“Why can’t you listen? It hurts me to do this. Why do you make me do it? Can’t you just sit still, look ahead and do well on the test? Why must you be such a menace? A problem. A rebel. We’ll see about this as the beatings shall continue until you perform as expected”.
What would you do when face to faceless with this predicament? Hold out for a while and give it the big un and then eventually acquiesce or keep walking the Path wherever it lead? Well, I chose the latter and in between then and now I’ve died, came back again, been betrayed by friends, family and people I’d never met, lost six hours of my life in which I’m still trying to figure what happened as I was drugged, hypnotized and prepped for a later ritual involving sex magick with a girl who was a witch and put the aforementioned plans to kill me dead into effect. Lets see, what else? Oh yes, at the moment, its like I can see through the code of the Matrix but, note, that doesn’t mean I’m Jesus. You are, my friend. Can’t you see the immense trick and how vital it is you look just through a certain lens pitched at a specific angle to make the illusion seem like the real thing? They’re all actors and this whole world is a like a Hollywood set in which the scene seems solid and fixed (as presented) but if you move around behind the reels you note the lack of solidity:
Amazing, yes? Add in the Hat Rack phenomenon, its common equivalent of “I don’t know what came over him” and “She’s a totally different person when she…” statements and its Self evident there is another playa in the mix and he may just be at the helm of your consciousness, pretending, at this very instance to be you. Isn’t that something? Listen, I’m not the first coal to become a diamond but I am, for certain, the one who does it best and can document the trek with an elegant finesse that the 8% comprehends whilst the 11 gnash and wail as it signals the end of the pyramids ascent for them but its the 81% who should hear it best but won’t as, for them, I’m singing to the deaf. Instead they’ll go to bought and paid for Doctors who are pimped by sexy sales reps to get filled with pills that don’t do a thing beyond making the tills ring. They’ll never think of dropping in below the neck to spot how their Pane Body is and how two words, back when, shattered their Inner Sense to allow Adulteration to ascend. No, instead they will carry on this process as they feed their seeds to Mammon whilst pretending to the holiest and it matters naught if they offer their pledge at the altar of science, religion or getting rich as they’re all missing the big pic which is the primacy of consciousness aka you’re an amnesiac god in the flesh being pimped by things you don’t comprehend who are all well aware of me and my presence as I’m the boy who would grow to be Prince and have said, since back when, that we’re in an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits hence why they constantly reinforce the same script using a billion and one different tricks that are all based one scheme that is as old as it effective:
A house, divided. Hence “individual” which you think means good but actually spells:
Hence you are people, not a person. Once this clicks then you can either be a face in the crowd with the rest the rabble within as you forget you’re the absentee landlord of your flesh (aka the god who was not there, presumed dead, maybe missing) or you step into the breach, take in the mess, note the imposter who played an immense Game of Simon Says… clean up its stench (ie suppressed emotions) by doing the Knowledge and then thoroughly disconnect to weigh what beats in yours chest against the feather of avarice and when its found you’re in perfect balance as you comprehend this realm sells apples that those who eat, regret and those that don’t do as well you’ll be walking on your hands, passing the test and saying:
“I’m a Soul, man. From one life to the next, it is what it is. Those folks may have gave me flesh but they’re not my parents just like the others weren’t siblings, friends, those I detested. Neither were they my partners, kids, pets and memories built. It was a simply complex, coherently collapsed construction of consciousness in which further and further fragmentization created a fractal effect in which one became many and I, in effect, projected that entire dimension with my presence which was freshly encased in carbon until that weird bit where they remixed it with silicon and I was a Techno Sapien for ages. Strange. Anyway, no spacetime in mind as me and the Prime are one thing, itself “no thing” that is everything ergo even you, gatekeeper of the cell, are a figment of my imagination so avast, as I go about my business“.
That proclamation you need feel in the sub-cellular level of your being and up to the most finest gossamer threads of your awareness that grasped in peak experiences or when dozing, in bed, as well as your humdrum consciousness and rest as well. This is why the ancients said:
“Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After? Ain’t much changed, ‘cept the way I survey the Game as a man does what he does as he, in relaxed anticipation, awaits the cusp to step off the treadmill, meet the fork in the road and ascend up the mid instead as he creates the Path by walking”.
Or, words to that effect. Can you see why 81% are simply not capable of awakening as they’ve been deluded into sleepwalking instead and believe they’re fully conscious? Ha, its a great wheeze, isn’t it? This scheme is perpetrated by those who walk among us and seem human but aren’t as they sing from sheets of older hymns and then there is the fabled 8%, or Warriors as I call them. If you are one, you’ll know, as you’ll have been kicked around since you were born. Your papa may have been a rolling stone, your mama could still be a basehead who either gets her hits from smoking rocks or praying to holy texts whilst living the opposite. You, yourself, may be in the grips of immense dysfunctions and coping mechs. Heck, you could be a schizophrenic, severely anxious, totally withdrawn or a million and one other things. I’ve met many Warriors in the West and nearly all of them were malfunctioning. In the East, on the flip, this percentage is known, anticipated and, sometimes, venerated. The last one can be problem as they bring a curious mix of enlightened selfishness as seen by their lavishness and, usually, huge global profile that rakes in the donations. This, for the predator of consciousness, is a huge win hence why Buddha last struggles before breaking earths surly grip was with the daughters of the supreme architect who were sent to tempt and waylay him. I was sitting, high, high up on a mountain kicking the ballistics with a dude who knew a little bit and he questioned how I kept my sanity on this quest in the midst of madness and various other things. I shrugged and said:
“When a coal intends to become a diamond it starts out in the filth as that is where the pressure is and, as it ascends, the lotus blossoms. I owe no favors, have no allegiances and thus can tell it how it is. If thats where the Path led then so be it, I’ll walk it like an alchemist and transmute these thorns into rose petals. Not that anyone is following, now or ever will, for I am my own guru and only student as well. I can barely handle being responsible for Self, let alone anyone else and thus one should not follow me but lead by example instead”.
He smiled as I went on to question why Buddhas last words were “Follow nothing” and modern adherents always open with “With folded palms I turn to thee”. He shook his head and commented on the immense difference between letter and spirit and how when he had his own code of the Matrix moment everyone thought he’d flipped his lid and how they rushed to try and “help” him become who he had been. Thankfully, in the villages, they don’t have as many pill pushing pimps pretending to present problem pacifying solutions of a pharmacratic bent but another recognized what kicked as the cracked gourd that, once upon a when, attempted to fill itself with earthbound imperience now, flipped the script, and the light of which it was built, condensed, came pouring out of it. This is what the others felt a threat because if everyone clicked this who’d pay the electric bill? “Thats when I left the village. At first I dwelled on the outskirts on a piece of land my family furnished. Of course, they were aghast. We are of the higher class and thus a son, firstborn, going native as a mendicant filled them with dread but when the silence calls and one feels so peacefully blissed its like the volume on the rest of the mess just vanished and you simply cannot go back to the old ways again as they seem so… Whats the word?”. “Thin?” I suggested. “Yes” he said. “Just this but beyond mere paper slips as its spaciotemporal in that respect”.
I spoke of the metaphor of how a baby elephant is broken and taught to accept a chain that, later on, he could snap in an instant. As I did the man grinned and said “So this is how you kept your head above the waters, yes? Preaching in parables and making each interaction a lesson?”. I went on to fill in my hypothesis about how each person I ever met is a projected aspect of Self and me meeting him in such circumstance and location was no coincidence as I was trying to get my Soul back into the flesh after my latest brush with death and thus there was a reason fall this kicked on a hill where I chose to spoke to the ones with nothing versus the clique with the lavish temple who were sending all type of invitations whilst saying:
“We know you, who you are, what you’ve met. Share your raw talents, let us guide them and mold them then we’ll give a platform as well in which you can address the world in order to share your wisdom”.
I felt like Napoleon who placed his own crown upon head because, in the end, where was the Pope when he was popping shots in the trenches or peeling spuds on Corsican benches? Not present. A Warriors Knows the true power of this realm exists within him as consciousness and thus the chosen choose themselves. A lot of people hang around near the finish line as well to attach to those who win, especially women, and, on the flip, the early trek is filled with males (not men) who exhibit the crabs in a bucket mindset. Its a wild trip for one who wishes to awaken the Warrior within and thus I do not think the 81% are totally incorrect in wishing to bury their heads in their rear end and then pretend they can’t notice the stench. Sure it may be pretty uncomfortable and the light bill is expensive but its mainly what they do to the next gen to make them accept such straight up madness hence why I said if we let them lead for a bit instead of sending them legally mandated camps of concentration the whole Game would shift as each and every one of them steps in with their Warrior at the helm as its natural equipment. But, if that were the case then it would be a “Press A to win” kind of deal ergo no illusion = no enlightenment so I guess it is what it is.
We’ve been everywhere on this one, eh? You’ll notice how, now, I could ask you how it felt to stand on the Moon and watch the Earth doing its thing as you leapt to Venus instead and, if you chose to sit for an extended length in which time was compressed, you’d note a pentagram presents which is of interest, yes? “What the heck?” the imaginary you may have said as the consequences of said observation pour in and how this symbol, magical, came to Earth from the heavens… No spacetime in the mind, ya dig? That means there has to be something faster than the speed of light and thats darkness. Duh, how obvious! Is this the fabled Ether, of back when, that makes childrens Souls glow as they step in only for this bioluminescence to vanish, around six, as their golden sheath has been nibbled by a predator of consciousness that eats to sustain itself as it lacks a Prime connection and soon it overtakes all of their awareness in order to make them a flesh puppet that moves to its whims but believes, in delusion, it is free and independent even though each step in this realm is hella expensive and, in the end, its all on a treadmill of “Lets pretend” as part of the illusion. Gosh darn it, off on tangets again. Listen:
What we class a light, in this realm, is a lower reflection of another illumination that has, in between them, a darkness which isn’t dead but, instead, teeming with potential. This is the quietness the man on the hill mentioned and I, before meeting, termed it Psylense as A) I’m pretty slick with linguistics and B) it describes the state so well as its quiet but you can feelsee in it which, for a man aphantasic, was pretty amazing as I became multidimensional and that was another huge gift as I clicked the links in this life that did what they did were simply clearing debts and balances of karmic imprints which, themselves, are a huge swizz because if a cosmic identity thief pretends to be thee and kites cheques on a shopping spree you’d be a fool to pay the bills hence the Kemetian negative confessions on the exit as they built immense pyramids to tell the plebs what time it is before they got the hell on and left as they sensed what was coming as the world descended into the Valley of the Plebs. Tell me, my friend, is it “coincidence” if I “go in see, dense” and ponder this link:
You know that word they spell means “Fire in the mid”, yes? Same with the meta I pushed of Jesus being pure awareness who is currently being crucified between the two thieves of actual ignorance and potential wisdom that are the hemispheres of your head and how your chest and abdomen contain immense concentrations of glial cells ergo “My heart wasn’t in it” and those “gut feelings” that so often save ones skin in way their programmed minds can’t comprehend? I spoke of an example about a girl, speeding, through a village who narrowly avoided an accident in this article as well as dreams, precognitive, as there is so much more to all of this than you suspect. Not that there aren’t dangers to deprogramming. Some minds are not ready to be disconnected. Others wish for more spins and welcome the extended grip of Techno Sapiens and class my view as Luddite, at best, or heretic as well for the forthcoming religion will be sex, and plenty, with people attractive. If you could decode the truth of the porn business it would all make so much sense as you guessed where those ejaculated light beams went thanks to a black mirror which shifted pixels, blue, green and red, to keep you erect and how the same glyph you used to “turn on” tech will make sex robots inevitable hence why people are feeling immense loneliness but won’t settle for anything less than the best and even if a store sold husbands they’d still end up empty handed as a cat lady in training with a full tattoo sleeve, BBL and whatever else they said was needed to keep up with the DeLoreans. Its a back to the future thing! Man, these tangents. Are you hearing me on FM as I surf the fractal of higher consciousness as its all interlinked but to keep this super simple as I actually want scientists who think to research this I’ll wrap it in a nice little bow they can unwrap in the present:
Our light is a remanent of a sound that was created in a void of darkness. Above this is another glow which is far greater in luminance. This is why you can’t escape its speed by using the rules it presents, in the flesh, but, in your head, you are transcendent as the standing on Venus rule attests. Man, we’re already Three K words in. I’ll just have to make a vid instead as I always wax lyrical when I push the pen with a poets tenderness but motion pics are more direct as I’m using a different tool of resonance. Basically, you can’t use matter to beat a limit that exists solely to fence it in. Thats stupid. What you can, on the flip, is comprehend that none of this exists without your presence and this entire realm plays out inside your awareness which means you are everyone, anywhen, at the same instance and the current version of you is akin to a worm digging in a reality tunnel inside a huge dragon (or, flying serpent) and this is an amazing on point abstraction of the predator of consciousness in relation to your true potential hence why the Pharaohs headdress had that part that wrapped his dome like wings (Limbic System – beaten and mastered) as well as the uraeus (R Complex, from whence Kundalini suppression and elevation springs via myelination) meaning they were whole brained aka Centered in Self with heart based consciousness and thus free to do amazing things as they hyperconducted much more voltage as they were drawing upon the Psylense via direct connection which, once upon a when, was widespread on the planet as they all had their links and trades hence why this god in flesh had cocaine in his veins as his cousins, across the pond, were doing what they did discovering what the flora and fauna hid as the grand secret of every modern religion is they were all about twisting your melon with these spiritual stems and how these rites were removed from the practices so people spin empty water wheels instead and, from the sense of frustration at no true progress, rivers run red at the behest of the voice in their head that says:
“Its them, they’re the problem. Kill the infidels and all will be correct in this realm“.
Except it won’t because the side that wins will fragment again and turn against themselves as they disagree over an aspect of interpretation as the house, divided, program is in full effect and thus they squabble as two tribes went to war and built the world you’re living. Head trip, eh? All in rays work for the chest who Knows the truth of this as its the true seat of consciousness hence why, yet again, the Egyptians preserved it whilst scooping out the head as its the main source of limits and problems but, I’ll admit, it produces some pretty nifty things as well so its horses for courses but me, this is my last spin in this realm, hence why I lace Game with ferocious tenderness as I’m beyond good and evil, my friend. In the interim, look into what I said about sound creating light as I think that you can reliably test with scientific experiments and such things as it will hint about the step down effect and no, its not Dark Matter in the mid – thats an immense fib – but all based on harmonics instead so you can consider via a cymatic lens in which the granules resonate at such a high pitch they seem to stop moving and manifest no vibration when, in reality, they are doing it all so quick that the loop from life to death appears totally static and this may just be why galaxies appear to have a fast spin but are barely moving whilst the presumed atomic substrate carries out the same action but on another level of coherence because we’re inside a fractal and the only way to transcend is comprehend its built of your awareness and how, without you, none of this exists beyond a potential awaiting actualization, ya dig?
Also, as per opening where I said the speed of acceleration and whats needed to chase then transcend grows in excess the closer you get. That, itself, is a dope hint that we’re immortals wearing flesh and thus one cannot transcend the problems of being human from the point of view of carbon based ignorance hence do the Knowledge and ascend if, for nothing else, to prove me incorrect. That is my challenge to this realm.
Till we meet again
