I’ve used the meta before of a mind being like a balloon filled with diamonds. An odd mix that shows the juxtaposition, well of living within accepted limits and the pain gnosis tends to bring as they are, by definition, the opposites. Its akin to a chicken that was raised in a coop ran by wolves suddenly comprehending its kin aren’t sent off on pleasure trips and then go and live with the new friends they met but something else instead. Rapidly a new, and more accurate, life swings in front of lens and one cannot help but question how the heck they missed this aspect of the sketch. I mean, lets pretend you’re said animal and you just clicked whats shared. What next? You can’t unawaken, its impossible to be plugged in again as whilst you may have accepted the promised neverland, no question, what actually sits at the end of the rainbow is as much of an illusion as the light refraction is as it only exists in the eye of the ones witnessing said event. What would you do next? Do you think the rest would listen or believe you’d flipped your lid?
“How come none of them wrote or sent a note when they landed or how the trip went?”.
“Duh, we’re chickens? Kinda hard to hold a pen without opposing digits, ain’t it?”.
For them, that would be the end of the conversation. No further Thunking needed or permitted as they had to tune in and what what they said was important before clucking around a bit, getting some kip and keeping on running that treadmill in order to be efficient until the heady day that they get picked to go to the amazing beach they promised where everyone seems to get just what they’ve been wishing and lives in happily ever after bliss in the stomach of the wolf that digested them. Whoops! Look like I said the loud part quiet. Or flipped? They killed the rebel mystic for this except he outlined the opposite.
See, the wolves are slick and know they can’t kill this chick, real quick, as the rest may click that the animal farm they’re within exploits them not just for flesh, eggs and feathers as well but a whole host of occulted aspects they don’t even comprehend are possible. And yet, for that one, the lone diamond in his grip really stings like a bish and threatens to puncture the balloon of his mind as they simply do not mix. They come up with a plan and that is to force as many holes as possible into the rubber lining and thus set up all types of scenes and hints designed to mess with his head.
“Its simple” they said, as they sit back with a grin. “We put the least effort in and bank on him running it into the ground to try and make sense and each time the diamonds edge comes in contact with the balloon it starts fraying till pop goes the weasel. We win!”. Another, more slick, is sitting back and thinking how they created schools to teach them to accept the needles and other methods of constant ovulation and how so few comprehended why the males were missing was to pimp their awareness and said:
“Why don’t we ensure this never happens again? We’ll call em a chickrofrenic and let her loose upon them with some incessant babbling and then the next one that happens they’ll already be inoculated and, best of all, we get to see how well the program sticks as the rest of their balloons won’t have diamonds in and if, by some chance, they listen we’ll do the same to them and create an epidemic out of it until they demand a solution we’ll only be too happy to give”.
They start cackling at this stroke of genius and set about implementing it. The poor chick in question feels like she’s being gangstalked by forces she cannot comprehend as the street theater starts unfolding, super quick. The diamond tip and latex were never the best of friends but now are getting well acquainted and one is coming off with nerves fraying as the others sharp observations won’t relent and it struggles to string, in ways coherent, this new data set. “Its exhausting” says the schizochick, trying to confess to a friend who is wondering what the hell is happening to her friend as, just last lays, she was right as rain. “Listen, the wolves are our friends. They keep the foxes at a distance. Do you remember how bad it used to be, back when? We should be thankful they swept in to offer their protection and look how they spruced up the pitch? Got us living like kings, they did. Why can’t you just be appreciative and be grateful for how smooth it is? That and the random draws to get sent on the pleasure trip to the beach of a thousand friends where you meet the one promised then live in bliss. Oh, I hope I get picked!” she says, with starry eye idealism.
The so called schizochick launches into an immense diatribe about how its an illusion to hide the fact they’re getting fed on their compadres dead and how she saw a sketch in which male chicklings are placed, breathing, into a machine that blends them into a puree, screaming, as its more efficient like this as they just need the women and thus the entire beach idea stinks as its a total hallucination etc etc. Her friend is taken aback and feels personally insulted as between the soap operas that promised such things and their own holy texts that speak of the world egg and whats within she finally starts to admit her friend has lost it and starts detaching as well. This is exactly what the wolves wanted so now they go full tilt. The rest of these misadventures I’ll let you imagine as we leap tracks instead:
Many of us have felt the sharp edge of the diamond inside the balloon of our minds since back when. I strongly suspect you’re born with it as a left over from old spins hence its something you built that death can’t destroy but that doesn’t mean life relents. Quite the opposite as I’ve never, ever met a dim schizo but plenty of well educated idiots who are totally ignorant of the square watermelon effect that shaped them. I believe it was Aristotle who said that not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human and this is so accurate but if you dare mention it you’re a racist and or madman plus which label they wish to sling for daring to notice that the wolves actually sent the foxes who get fed via the dregs and thus its an immense protection racket of which the chicks are ignorant. This is why I’ve said you can’t unawaken, my friend and, worse still, when they know you Know then the Game changes to another octave…
Hunter and hunted or a hard target, if you Know the Ledge, as each encounter ups your res as to why murders get a trial before their peers but there is no due process for so called mad men who do not pass Go nor collect two hundred quid but proceed directly to depot injection in the rear end. Isn’t a picture perfect corroboration of what they said that a shadowy force was out to get them? How many misinterpret the clucking in their head as them though? Maybe thats the problem as they click the grift and signal the potential for awaken and thus that bid is nipped, quick, in order to prevent an insurrection from the living hostages that decorate the planet and reproduce then hand their seeds over to them for education in which boxes to tick. The simple fact is every child is born more present and correct than most mystics can hope to attain in the flesh. Its what happens next as they’re lulled into a state of hypnosis I’ve termed Adulteration that needs to be undone. Sadly, its as invisible as a glass maze to a fish in the ocean and, more pernicious, they’ve increased in an additive hallucinogen that becomes more and more addictive the longer you swim and its strange side effect is making you totally certain that your view is correct and its a shadowy “Them” that is the problem as you project this rage on another fish, some different click or a fool that voted blue when you’re all about the red. Are you seeing the sketch? Hearing me on FM or am I singing to the deaf?
There is no going back to sleep once you’ve undone the habit of a lifetime, my friend. In many ways the hardest step in being your own guru and only student is there is nowhere to turn when things get thick but the alternative of pledging my Soul to a clique that may or may not deliver what it says on the tin is not in my script. Besides, if their stuff actually worked the world wouldn’t be a mess or maybe the fact it is shows that it is really effective and that, in and of itself, is another problem. Anyway, the greatest fun I’ve ever had was when I was in over my head as I simply knew it was time to sink or swim and good job I’m quick when it comes to learning otherwise I’d have been many times dead before you read this text. Thats an interesting blip, truly it is because once you’ve been kissed by this dusky maiden so many times as a hint of what comes next you start to sketch a res that shifts the pic on what it truly means to live as, to wear flesh, we died to our immortal essence and that is mind bending but makes perfect sense when you consider that we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness.
Once you Know this, with capitalization, the noiZ on everything else gets turned down within but that means the outer starts acting funny style instead. Maybe they’re in on it, maybe they’re ignorant their minds are being controlled by the equivalent of a parasitic fungus that manifests as the voice in their heads and if they dare rebel against its grip it will amp its collectively accepted hallucinations into a living personal Hell that makes them think the entire world is after them. Tough life, eh chick? Lets get the fish out of here then like the ancient Kemetians said as they built that immense edifice to sustain the old natural vibration via the use of a different kind of tech that Tesla was more than capable of resurrecting hence why they let him invent a couple of things then mothballed him before handing his ideas to Steve Jobs and the clique to implement as and when. That last part may be bit of a reach and I’ll admit it as I’ve recently been thinking about the world in which we’d live if we didn’t try and uplift the lowest pleb in order to ensure they don’t feel inadequate as we hand them a medal and, instead, let the trailblazers do what they do best with a blank cheque signed by the collective as, sure, they may occasionally make a mess but I’d be willing to bet that, as a collective, we’d be far happier and progressive in so many ways than one can currently imagine. That, in and of itself, is a huge hint about whats at the helm and how not only tech but the rest including sports (totally fixed), drugs (state ran) and entertainment (mind controlled celebs that recite a specific script as per the grift with which they’re instructed) are drip fed in certain ways to create specific points of resonance in the plebs that are the invisible maze I mentioned hence why what you watch offers immense hints about your inner realms as, back when, the black mirror was only used by magickal adepts and now everyone has one their grip but how many link its facet to the hex that spins on the pole of Saturn and makes up the same glyph as repped by the three modern religions that have been at each others necks since Moses pants were the shortest and the rest is his story. Not my story but neither is it a mystery as the hints are in the spells as liars always tell on themselves and this is why I’ve said this realm has no use of truth as its easier to fool a trick than convince him he’s being pimped by a predator of consciousness that, at this very moment, is speaking from within their head and telling them to ignore all of this BS.
Poke it with the diamond of gnosis, see what kicks whilst breathing in slow, holding it for a bit then exhaling via pursed lips as the balloon swells in resonance and the Opponent in your head finds no place left to hide its illusions. Be warned though, there are dangers to deprogramming so do the Knowledge and see what kicks as you can’t unawaken once you slip the metaphysical equivalent of those They Live specs on your head and click that not everyone who walks in the flesh is truly human.
Till we meet again
