I’m going to introduce a new concept to you which may just totally rearrange the Game you weren’t aware you’re playing. Yet. Ready, set, go!
Earth as a place to face your fears.
Really stop and ponder this at depth, my friend, and you will see how it all makes perfect sense. From the moment of incep until most folks last breath its what is spread thin and, for some, heaped pon them. They say a baby has two, innate, and they are falling and loud noises. Both of these are linked to the spiritual descent needed to link your unfinite consciousness with flesh and this is no mere metaphysical abstraction as the science doth science well:
Can you imagine being inside this as the explosion of light kicks with a thunderstorm reverberation as your Soul is dragged in as the material essence of both parents starts binding? This is why intent at the moment of conception is king as it not only selects which sperm makes the link but also sets the tone of the environment you build. If you can comprehend nothing but this I assure you you hold the power to shift your generation and its resonance. The astute reader will have drawn the links about the same thundering vibration and Soul severing sensation that kicks on a DMT trip and how they say that death inverts this process as one ascends from this realm hence the Be Kind, Rewind effect as the VHS of consciousness does spin and you come face to faceless with the life you lived as an inversion of the sizzle reel that drew you in to this island of lesbians.
Can you imagine the regret at not leaning in for that first kiss as you felt fear instead of the desire to connect as your dominant emotion? Take that and times it by infinitum and you’ll see why I said there is a conspiracy of continuum as those at the helm will not tell you this. No, on the flip they condition the opposite hence the non stop terror threats which, itself, is a homonym of the very planet where all of this kicks. Life and Anti Life, in full effect. I’ll let you tell the rest but that should outline the sketch, real well. Its why I’ve said they’re YOUR fears so may as well get used to them and slay em in the flesh as you ride the dragon instead of being vaporized by its breath.
It is, in the end, you ergo the stench you pretend doesn’t exist is a hint to do the Knowledge, my friend. What if Earth was purely built as a masochistic attraction that was most fatal in the sense that most live and die in ignorance of the trick as the flesh was programmed opposite? Ah, its so devilish, friends. But that is whose at the helm as when the golden age was the stage of the Game we all played using our Souls as credits no one thought about making an exodus ergo its all for the win if you’ve awakened the Warrior within as he comprehends it all takes place within his consciousness ergo there are no strangers or enemies, just friends and those who teach what you need to perceive.
How much more liberating does this feel than whatever you previously believed? If your peeps didn’t teach you this then don’t blame them as they’re simply the latest in a long line of ignorance which is your inheritance but even this excrement can have you coming up roses, in the end, if you dare glimpse within as your greatest strength is wrapped in papers of dread as this example attests. Often, the demons we face are us in fancy dress and thus we are on a mission to liberate ourselves which means we’re the prophet, in the end, which is mad ironic as I’ve already said we’re Jesus in terms of pure consciousness crucified between the two thieves in your head with Golgotha as a hint. What? I didn’t say they’d make it simple, my friend. How many times do you need to die and live to realize you’re an immortal wearing flesh and not the candle, snipped, that holds the flame, eternal, within its grip but isn’t the cause of it?
Of course, science – who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast and the rest – thinks this is a load of metaphysical mess but lets not forget the greatest minds in this realm that ate from that table never, ever stopped and drew a link that all schizos, ever, always said the same thing:
“Something outside of me is putting thoughts in my head“.
Really ponder this, my friend, as like the lightning bolt egg its another teaching tale as they know fear like the back of their hand closed in a fist that is repeatedly bounced across their dish as said forces laugh and giggle with a “Stop hitting your Self! Stop hitting your Self!“. I don’t say this to sound flippant as there is nothing as terrifying as being in the grip of a personal hell, hallucinated, but the truth of the matter is they’re one up on the rest but a few steps behind the mystic as they drown where he swims whilst the rest tread water, getting wrinkled, with VR helmets on their head that said they’re on a treadmill instead. What? I didn’t say they’d make it easy, did I? If liberation is simple then who wouldn’t disconnect? They need to make it a trek on thorns to ensure the ones who come up smelling of roses keep it quiet from the rest as each Soul that exits is a hit to their bottom line of ignorance. Meaning, that kiss you didn’t snatch as she then fell into your lap and unfolded a timeline of perfect bliss is seen as unrealized potential which is grist for the mill ergo the destiny thieves kick in as per Jacob and them. What? You thought the fact that these tales and texts were promulgated on the rest didn’t have a rhyme or reason for this stage of access? Think again, my friend. Its all a test in this realm and naught is what it presents.
Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I see the code to the Matrix ergo its all blonde, brunette and red head encoded by some pixels and given strength by molecules of emotion. There is no greater bliss than watching a womans lotus bloom in this realm as you hit spots others can’t imagine as they didn’t know they existed but that is all part of the trick hence why sex sells everything as its the lure to draw another Soul in so ensure you come strapped, in that sense. Won’t be a problem for future gens but first let the Waifus and Weebs make their links because after the depop event the next will all be beautiful, hypersexual and pseudo immortal as well. See what I mean about ascent being the greatest gift of this grift known as the Game at the moment? Of course they’ll keep it hid as they don’t want everyone to leave on their shift. Its like throwing an immense party and having people walk in then dip, super quick, as you sit and reflect on how empty it all is:
Faded glories and old stories of what could’ve been is what most folks string together in their head as antidote to what they left undid as they were too scared to take life by the nads and let death pick up the tab as at all points in between its ultimately thee, my friend. Eternally the question is, are you Max or Vincent? Both exist within but its in the mid you find the golden circle which is beyond good and evil but thats a whole nother topic as I’m trying to keep it simps but not what OF pimps as they sit and death grip whilst flipping their plastic at the screen for a fake interaction dream that links in, perfectly, with the sex robots they’ll unleash to ease how intensely lonely people feel. Ah, its a dream within a nightmare but most folks don’t care. Listen here:
Earth as a place to face your fears because if you don’t in the flesh best believe you’ll meet when you’re dead. This is what, I suspect, is behind the archetypal “bad trip” as the hallucinogen provides a hint the Game is an illusion predicated on consciousness. You’ll find many Souls yelp when they’re in the grip of this but, afterwards, some will attest it was the best thing that ever happened whilst others could flip their lids and end up in a sane asylum and, yes, I call it this because the ones who accept this madness as standard as the ones that could do with meds but what the F, mayne, the drugs don’t work anyway as all the Docs do is push pills, slip off wedding rings and slide into something else thats a bit more comfortable. Like the sales rep who makes the tills rings and is, in effect, playing chess with whats between her legs as she gets to indulge, scope the scene and, hopefully, pick a man who’ll leave his wife, quickly, as she steps in to a well feathered nest and open relationship hence the cake is nibbled, super well, with not an inch gained on her midriff. “Who says this?” I hear the request. Just the spook who sat by the door and tells it how it is:
See, it doesn’t matter if you’re Slave/Mastering or just a Slave, in the end, as its the same deception. There is far more beyond the edge of the EM spectrum than most guess ergo the phone in your grip may just be the antichrist they mentioned but, shh, quiet as kept because a lot of folk can’t comprehend the Psylense in their midst as they’re too busy trying to pretend the noiZ in their head is them which, if you stop and think, is about as outsane as it gets. And why? All so they don’t have to face their fears.
Till we meet again
