Somebody asked me to render the concepts of Inner Sense and Adulteration in a way they can comprehend, in the flesh, and not mere intellectual aspects. I thought this was a really good question as it showed a clarity of perception when it comes to the application of definitions as there are many people who are so used to labels in lieu of imperience that they take all of the steps required for liberation but don’t click they’ve never left the treadmill of the Mind Made Prison and thus haven’t actually built what death cannot destroy. What I said was:
“Conditioning and formlessness. Imagine that, when you were young, you were akin to a transparent hose pipe that was connected to an unfinite supply of subtle energetics. In many ways the transport mech that bought the essence to this realm and its content were identical and your definition of Self was the living process of influence that passed through and felt pretty amazing”. He nodded his head. “Over time this pipe picks up other peoples resonance and energetics, primarily your parents. Now, one must consider how their own pipe has gone through the mill and has been ran ragged so there are the barest drops off life essence circulating with its stifled presence which is, often, pitch black with accumulated ignorance that masks as wisdom. This is conditioning aka Adulteration“.
As I’m sure you can comprehend this is a most visceral example of not only what is to gain but also how you can lose the contents of your brain, go outsane and find it a tad difficult to gain resonance again, especially if you complain to the meds and they fill you full of this as the things madmen hallucinate are actually aspects of Self except they aren’t using other people, visceral, but pure energetics. A great meta for this is mercury as its a metal which is liquid and its silvery sheen reflects back the face of the viewer. Actually, I’m pretty certain that that description is a great way for navigating the Paranara that kicks in as the biggest mistake one can make in this realm is Thunking there is anything outside of their awareness as, for most, it sits in a cup but should it spill it pools into bits that seem disconnected and reflective but, in the end, are of one essence. No wonder he was the messenger of the gods and so many schizos claim to be Jesus reincarnated. That one isn’t really far off the sketch though as the shell Game surrounding is as it intense as the filth caked on your hose pipe of flesh through which drips the barest dregs of pure consciousness after being crucified in your head between two thieves – one who won’t cease speaking and the other is as bad but remains silent. Actually, lets pivot for a bit as I feel that would be most instructive:
I previously mentioned the image of a lava lamp and how these energies we collect from others that, usually, mean well are akin to hydrophobic chunks of resonance that, often, didn’t even start with them but we inherited, nonetheless. Originally the lamp is filled with a clear liquid and light that shines. At the end of your spin it can be filled to the brim with these immensely dense lumps of bound up emotional Patterns that are the consequence of a life, unexamined. Mix that with the hose metaphor and you’ll comprehend why babies bounce and old people are hunched as they walk with a stick, yes? This is also what they’ll pimp and manipulate to get you back in the flesh for another spin where you’ll do it all again… Knowing thy Self is akin to placing a filter into this mess and picking out a molecule of emotion then alchemizing it as you turn back the energies to sender and reclaim your own, clear, resonance. The side effect of this is what I’ve termed “familiar newness” as that is exactly how Inner Sense feels because if I asked you to define the difference between childhood and what you became in the present most would struggle with a clear explication of the effects beyond stating they feel like less of something and more of something that wasn’t initially specced as part of their trip. Now, one must comprehend that, for many, the very idea of going against their programming feels like a fate worse than death. This isn’t them speaking but the predator of consciousness. Like a host species for a mind virus it ensures we remain ignorant of its presence and mistake its whims for our own organic impulses. This is what the so called schizo comprehends on an intuitive level and is swiftly medicated in case he awakens the rest. Its also why there is one side that kills the prophets another sends before twisting their message of liberation as a vehicle of enSlavement for the adherents as it presents familiar blobs and tints which accord with their own resonance but tell me, my friend, who is holier? A man, aged, who knows the texts inside out and can recite the letter and spirit or a child that is factory fresh yet totally ignorant of the world and its whims? This is the aim of each Warrior as once you have reconnected with Inner Sense you cannot help but look at the world as a true reflection of madness in the flesh and this can be perceived as lifes greatest challenge and the reason we chose to don skin after inserting our Soul as a credit in exchange for the debt of breath and body we’re wearing on this level of the Game. Poetic, isn’t it? Getting back to the main thread:
To become formless doesn’t mean you become a hippy, dippy pushover with no limits. No, on the flip it means your boundaries are stronger than ever ergo you take no mess and disconnect, injoifully, from any not in resonance. In this article about energetic leeching I spoke of practical examples and samples of the internal shifts that bring about this process as you could look at stagnant water and the mosquitoes that dig it then label them the problem or you could ensure these elements are dealt with by keeping everything fresh and flowing instead and allowing a higher octave of life to unfold its presence. This is why the French failed when it came to digging the Panama Canal but the Yanks clicked what was incorrect and dealt with what left the other dead and scratching their heads as once the mosquitoes were removed the waters of life started flowing and immense amounts of sailors leapt for joy as the way was cleared for smooth sailing. This is the difference between conditioning and formlessness, my friend. In many ways people are taking the long way round, risking shipwreck and hating the traffic because the trade route is packed with pilgrims doing exactly as instructed but each of these canals is strictly individual, intensely private and all together wonderful because you free up vast amounts of energetics to be used in better ways. Why doesn’t the System tell you this? If they did, how would they sell life insurance for the maritime pilgrims that crew the billions of vessels of ignorance that are set adrift in seas, dangerous? Better yet, what if you looked into one of these vessels and discovered the people are walking around, on deck, petrified of falling in the drink and are wearing life vests made of bricks that not only cause immense discomfort as they handle their biz but also ensure their death should they dip into the drink in seas, intemperate? Kind of strange, isn’t it? Yet, that is exactly how it seems to my current level of ignorance because it takes a drunken sailor to fall overboard, not realize he did, relinquish his grip and then swim to an island upon which he discovers countless attractive women who are sipping at each others chalice with no interest for him.
In many ways that rather abstract meta is quite fitting as there are levels and layers to this deception and the awakening never really ends but it does hint how one can, on occasion, gain a spontaneous awakening which shows just how fake those blobs that drift inside the lava lamp of your consciousness is, ya dig? I spent vast chunks of time, extended, floating, motionless in high salt concentration water in total darkness not long after my latest near death experience but mine wasn’t to gain spiritual freedom like others are seeking but the opposite as my Spirit was so far out and disconnected from my flesh that I strongly suspect the aim of all of this was to take over my body by knocking out my resonance. A lot of people are actually living in this state of possession, Twenty Four/Seven. What is stranger still is if you exorcise their demons they simply call them back in as they miss their presence as they’re so used to the conditioning. I know, pretty wild, isn’t it? These energetic inheritances can be part of their lineage but that is an immense topic for which I’ll lace a swift hint before I dip:
What are the odds, in your mindset, of Bruce Lee creating a film (art is a lie that tells the truth, recollect?) in which the character he plays dies on set and then his son goes and manifests the exact same script in the flesh? Better yet, why did Brandon die after wearing the mask of a DMT machine elf that is also linked with the symbol of a crow which ferries Souls between realms and Heath Ledger did the same thing but Nicholson was safe and immune from such problems? Its because Jack Knows his Self. That much is totally evident because anyone whose chat up line is “So, whens it gonna happen?” hints how secure he is in his shadow aspects and this is akin to taking the blobs within and not ejecting them but owning them instead. That is also an option because there are many varieties of incarnation ergo plenty of different versions one can pick. It just so happens that this one is his natural element and he gravitated toward it real well which, I guess, is a side effect of making his living selling fake images and roles, presented, as you cannot help but stumble over the realness whilst doing this and thats an immense topic as everyone is an actor but not all comprehend this. Its also why I’ve said that porn stars are, paradoxically, the most honest people in the realm even though they take something that is intimately private and flip it into something else for mass titilation instead but thats a deeper topic. Sex, in many ways, is a key to formlessness as a true orgasm is an out of body imperience in which 1 + 1 = 11 due to the application of divine mathematics as you can hammer away with a conditioned response that misses what is present as you rush to get from A to Z whilst missing all of the tangents and things in the mid that you can, if you wish, rearrange (like her guts) into prose most poetic and totally mind blowing as thats the difference between Shakespeare and pulp friction. Do you think that will matter when the Weebs are sexing their robotic Waifus with titty twizzler attachments and turbo coochies that no real woman can approximate and AI algorithms build hollow personalities based on satisfying their whims with none of the irritation of genuine humans? For some, reading, the reason for said Adulteration now makes a load more sense because I’m not saying any of this to diss as it reminds me of an old thought imperiment, back when, where I asked a friend how he’d relate to his best friends consciousness being manifested in the body and face of one he detested? He couldn’t even think of this which, given we were still on the playground, may have been a bit intense compared to the official curriculum but, for me, it was something that had me pondering about the question of if we relate to the energetic resonance or one or the surface level presentation? Actually, check this:
Lets say there is one that got away or, worse still, an unrequited relationship that still stings in the depth of your essence as you felt this would the one that gets, makes corrects and fixes all of your problems to live a life of bliss as their presence shakes all of the kinks out of your hose pipe and gets the juices flowing. Now, what if the above tech advances to the level that you genuinely cannot tell, via externals, that this isn’t a genuine Soul in the flesh but a silicon approximation using immense amounts of processing and what they’re selling is an exact replication of said person. Would you engage in a relationship? Really think about this, my friend, as, back when, marriages were etched based on spiritual resonance as the village Shaman selected folks from other places in order to keep his own ecosystem in balance in order to maintain a connect with the ancestors but thats a whole nother topic as we’re about to head into a replication of this but using different methods for the next bit of ascent via digital wings for a race of gods that forget their divine presence as they embraced the conditioning over formless but that, in the end, is all part of the script because if everyone awakened the Warrior within then who would the mosquitoes of consciousness feed on? That, in itself, offers a hint about the true nature of evil being the lowest resonance of life as well as why the world is how it is in this aspect of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits as something, back when, creates those blobs, viscous, that currently Adulterate your inner realms as they leap, unchecked, from one gen to the next, yes?
Knowing this, in many ways, is the reason why I chose to remain single rather than pass on the demons, unchecked, that I inherited as there is far more to heaven and earth than dreamt in the heads of plebs that were trained by standardized tests of rote repetition who mistake fiction for facts and cling to their blobs of Adulteration as they deny the hose pipe of their consciousness is kinked as they cannot wait to pass on the same conditioning to the children they beget, formless, into this realm whose lotus of awareness rests, momentarily, on a pond of filth before folding in. And yet, if what had happened to me didn’t then who else would be writing this text to share a perspect with the web ergo it certainly seems there is balance to this or, as mentioned elsewhen, various versions of your Self that one can choose to manifest as the Path of Power is the exact opposite of the Valley of the Plebs and it was this Warriors spirit that made Bruce do what he did as he cracked open a hostile market, set his mark and enforced it and still lives as a legend that shares the wisdom of his essence even though he long ago left this realm which is now. In many ways those plugged in will never spot the Agents all around them as they have no need to make their presence felt but the ones who reject the factory standard programming and options are perceived as a threat and come face to faceless with the shadows depth as its sink or swim when one is thrown into the abyss ergo it behooves one to ease their grip on the brick of ignorance that says “I am John of House Smith” as thats a symptom of your conditioning whereas the pure waters of Inner Sense are formless yet the most powerful force in this realm when why they’re a threat to those who create square watermelons of ignorance that never, ever stop to question the narrative as they’re too busy running the treadmill from one life to the next.
Don’t worry though, they’ll get it. Everyone will, eventually, as failure isn’t an option when your Soul is being used as an unfinite credit which is mindwiped, reskinned and plugged back in for another spin on this or higher level of the Game we’re all playing at present in the Third Dimension… Superstition is a name the ignorant give to their ignorance whereas the Warrior takes nothing for granted, accepts naught at the surface level and, above all else, strives to be authentic, coherent and resonant with the all of everything because, in the end, beginning and during, we are it and it is us:
Pure consciousness.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
