Back when, in a conversation, we were talking about the world and how its such a mess as it made no sense there is so much money for wars and yet no one feeds the poor. Even when they sells dreams on TV (endorsed by celebs) the end result is a nightmare for those living as they’re speared by AK Forty Seven shells. At one point someone said:
“Why doesn’t god do something?” and I asked him like I ask you:
“I don’t know. Why don’t you?“.
Cue a look of perplexion and confusion as, in his head, he was small and insignificant. At this point the sermon swerved in another direction as I highlighted the difference between a Warrior and Slaves mindset and how, if I were strolling, and saw a bottle on the pavement I’d scoop it and put it in the bin whilst passing. A friend once commented on this and said it felt disgusting and beneath him:
“Besides, thats what the garbage man gets paid for. Let him handle it”. I responded:
“Can you imagine if everyone did this then that role wouldn’t be needed and instead of being a hygiene technician in charge of urban restoration he could be painting or sculpting something. Creating instead of placing what others were too lazy to check as they believed it would be handled as thats what they expect”.
He didn’t get it. See, to the Slave, the world is big and they’re small and insignificant. The Warrior, on the flip, sees this entire realm and dimension as dwelling within his consciousness and thus who he interacts with rep figments of his imagination. In this conversation, later on, I connected, privately, with a shred of my old personality that was holding on doggedly as he injoied indolent pleasure and wanted things done for him. As you can guess this is the (false) self and this trip kicked around the mid of my shift as I was starting to get to grips with the Path of Power as an actual, factual way to live. Before this I too, at times, would sling without thinking but, later on, my mindset shifted to:
“Hmm, a drunk has slung his empty bottle on the pavement when the bin is simply ten steps in the distance. We’re in a school zone here, its just across the street. All it takes is an excited trip and there could be strong consequences ranging from torn skin to something more dramatic. I’ll just pick it up and weed the garden of the collective as I’m hearting in that direction”.
Note, none of this was said in words. It was a sequence of feelings that, upon seeing the glass on the pavement, filled my Inner Sense with dimming – like a cloud, passing, in front of the Sun. The moment I picked and slung it in the receptacle I was, once again, full of illumination and, to boot, creative inspiration which made me feel quite swell. Can you imagine this realm if everyone did this? See why I asked the guy, back when, why he, as a god, amnesiac, lets it drift like this? The truth of the matter is we, as a collective, are well adjusted to mass social sickness and general don’t give an F-ness that was programmed in as a cope to cover why we feel so hopeless as we look around at the majesty and splendor of this realm and think “Is this it?“. That is, what I suspect, the drunk, staggering home after a sesh, sensed and hence why he does what he did in order to escape the grip of an existential crisis he will attempt to deny defines his all of everything.
We have been trained, by force and stealth, to give our power away and thus the opposite scares us half to death. It did me as well. I wasn’t always like this and when I float through time to reallocate with old younger versions of me I’m amazed at how contracted I feel in comparison to my present state. Then I greet them with empathy, feel and speak what it was like to be he. This is the biggest secret that underpins every beef from the one with the dude down the street to countries blowing each other up, freely. Its all rooted in this:
What we don’t accept in Self we project then wrestle with the delusion we label an infidel without comprehending we’re the only Soul in the realm. Picture a god taking his fist and smacking himself in the head whilst yelling “Stop hitting your Self! Stop hitting your Self!” for a few of thousand years with billions of different versions (all doing the same thing) and tell me that doesn’t seem even a teeny, weeny bit demented. Why doesn’t god do something? She is. You’re a living testament thanks to your dedication to the script via a life, unexamined. Tell me I’m joking or does it hit a little close for comfort? Thats why I said that fear is a street sign on the way to healing, my friend. Do you see why I said my brand of spiritual metaphysics is eminently practical and available to all to reality test? Sadly, not many are truly motivated to take the challenge as they’ve worn a groove in their head and reject the neuroplastic aspect. One must be willing to lose their mind, conditioned, to come to their senses, yes? That, for most, sounds like hell as they start rationalizing:
“It ain’t that bad, stop overthinking, you lunatic. Can’t you just chill and be normal for once instead of turning everything into a sermon? I mean, the other day when we went shopping you not only put your cart back but scooped up another few as well? No ones going to give you a medal for doing this. Who do you think you’re impressing?”.
In that example, once again, it was a sequence of feelings that bring the same dimming sensation because anyone with a shiny whip knows the feeling of pain when its scraped by an errant grocery cage, trundling, which some idiot left rolling down the hill as he was gone like the wind. In my mind, once again, the cost to benefit was immense and thus not doing it made no sense but if you try and explain this type of thinking to one who Thunks instead you might as well step up to the wall and caress it with your head as you whisper sweet nothings to its lines of cement that are pressed, uniform, under tension to create a shape of unification that sees itself as a huge thing, solid, and not made up of components that are small enough to be addressed but could, either blow the roof off the building or shake its very foundations. As I said, there are dangers to deprogramming, my friend. Maybe thats why god doesn’t do something because if there is such thing as a devil – beyond our imagination and, by this, I mean an independent agent we aren’t projecting in ignorance – the I’ll let you guess who’s at the helm for around Ninety Two percent of this realm? Consider the metronome vid linked in this article and do the Knowledge, my friend as I walk around with a reality distortion field that either makes people feel pretty amazingly fluid and open in ways they never expected or totally stressed and tense as they try and second guess what I’m going to say next so they can rush to the defense of their own ignorance which, in private, they detest but, in public, will champion.
Isn’t that just a tiny bit wacky? I think it is. I asked the guy who gave me a lift to go grocery shopping to try an imperiment that would cost him nothing and could pay off as well. He was with it. I said:
“Stay away from me for months, six“,
“What? What did I do? Why are you being like that? Why so sensitive? Listen, its not a problem for me to pitch in a little bit as you’ve got no vehicle at the moment plus I enjoy the conversation”.
Hear that? That was his Inner Sense talking. That was what I nourished when we met with my resonance and observations. It did not wish to delink as it hated the fact his awareness couldn’t click the shadows depth and lived a life so mindless. I dropped the challenge to a month and told him I’d give him Fifty quid if he went the distance. How could he refuse? He didn’t but also folded before then and came back to my doorstep and said:
“Listen, I’m having a bit of problem with the missus and could do with some advice“. I reminded him about the bet and he replied. “Forget that, this is important. We’re constantly fighting over silly things and she’s doing my head in. What the hell is happening as it came out of nowhere and it makes no damn sense? Can you help?”. So I did. Did you ever wave a pencil, solid, at school till it looked like it was melting in your grip? Did you also ever wonder if you could trust your lying eyes again? Still do… I showed him this image and asked him to imagine what kicks when one, rigid, interacts with the other, flexible. He replied:
“Eh? Well, they’re not are they? Its only because you’re shaking that one it seems different but if you banged them together they’re both pretty solid“. “Well, what about this?”. I instructed him to grip them and place some force in opposition. I then pretended to tie an invisible thread around them and knot it as well. “I know this one, its brill!” he said, with a thrill as an old school recollection washed over his countenance as he struggled to shift them. “Now, realize that in both of those examples they’re not pencils but the mindsets of you and your wife. You swing by to kick it for reasons you don’t truly comprehend whereas she is “Hi” and “Bye” at best as she doesn’t think like this and I don’t speak basic. You being without a reality distortion field to influence your awareness via vicarious inference and abstract conversation meant you shifted lower in resonance and this created more arguments as usually, I’d bet, you’d put up with her yapping that sounded like Charlie Browns teacher talking. Like water off a ducks back or no skin off your nose, correct? The pencil, like the spoon, didn’t bend but it was still stuck though, yes? Its your mind that makes the difference and thats because I suspect you’re capable of doing the Knowledge which is why you now owe me Fifty quid for this life lesson to stick“.
This is what means when people said their spirits are willing but flesh revels in weakness as he didn’t click the resonant effects of our random conversations where he tried to argue the opposite but was, in secret, listening and applying what kicks as it actually made sense in ways that felt more visceral than doing what he’d previously did. Without the vent the pressure did its thing and had them both close to snapping as the pencils were pressed with invisible strength that bound via tension aka the Pane Body effect. I set him a challenge which, if kept up for a month, would net him a Hundred. “I’m listening” he said, wishing to even the odds with some interest:
I’m going to teach you two stretches and I want you to do them when stressing. Even when you’re not, slot them in like when rolling out of bed and after watching television. They’re not a major flex but you’ll certainly notice the difference as they free up your meridians and give your heart space to breathe which means you won’t bite as easily as this ambiance you’re in automatically creates expanded awareness and, in this way, you’ll be more like a chef instead of a takeaway client who came back jonesing for a fix of what he’d eat, on the reg, whilst saying “Eh, its rubbish. Too spicy and esoteric” without stopping to comprehend why he visited again and again. He instantly clicked what I meant and, subtly, became aware of the layers of consciousness as a part of him was obviously listening and heard me on FM. To his credit he did the stretches, eventually thrice a day, regularly and when it came time to collect he said:
“Keep it, it was well worth the investment as it worked, perfect. So is that the secret? I feel great. Like a more even pace. I’m trying to get her on it but she wants no part of it and thinks I look stupid but she hasn’t seemed to click that I’m not reacting and feel much more content with her yapping. This is fantastic and quite addictive as well as, the other day, I scooped the remote off the floor without my legs bending and she was left gawping as I flung it at her head with a grin and bopped to the kitchen, grinning. So the pencil doesn’t melt but the mind doesn’t give an F as it thinks it did instead? Wow, some straight up real life Matrix tricks there!”.
Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. How radical are you wiling to get in order to Know the Ledge as one can start real simple and keep building the resonance because that is god doing something for you are an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made flesh. Pure consciousness. Up your resonance. Interrupt your regularly scheduled programs (aka Patterns) and think different then keep the change, you not so filthy animal…
Till we meet again
