The only thing that make sense about my life and its resonance is what I’ve termed enforced enlightenment. They say that we often meet our fates on the ways we took to avoid it. To this I can most certainly attest and thus the presence of the Bureau of Adjustment is quite perfect as I’d, intuitively, rejected the one present that would have forced me to check the depths of my awareness. This I do not regret as she would’ve bought mucho chaos into my existence that would have then manifested onto our children and for them to have a life like mine is not the type of vibe I wished to manifest into this timeline. It appears the fates wanted this and thus what would have been spread thin over other planes of existence was hand delivered, instead, via the kiss of death and mucho manipulation. The aftermath of said events was like being taken to Hell and then left with no map or clue or cue of what kicks. “See you around, kid” is all they said as they vanished into the distance and left me in pieces. Fragments would be the term best that described my inner realms as it felt like an axe, metaphys, had been swung at my tree of lineage and only the thinnest sliver of bark was left. That was me, then. Me, now, sees it as enforced enlightenment and I truly believe this is the upside of the schizophrenics gifts that come wrapped in fear and dread that manifest as hallucinations instead.
Can you see why I’ve said I’m the luckiest man in this realm? To only live this but survive then thrive and return with insights which the rest of the world is currently ignorant. To say this was a harrowing imperience would be a gross misunderstatement as it felt like being hit by a lightning bolt of consciousness that raped and pillaged my unconscious and these yelps bought to the surface an immense traumatic inheritance that had to be dealt with. Talk about being tossed in the ocean without knowing how to swim! Better yet, this was did on a night when it was pitch black with no moon present and a typhoon swirling in the midst. For glitz and giggles there were also sharks in the mix and a whole host of demoniacal beings that fed off my discomfort. All of this was thanks to my friends, cheers gents! And ladies as well as they played their bit. Since then it felt like I was a ball dropped in to a machine filled with flippers, brightly lit, and have been bounced around various realms and planes of consciousness. The end result has been the writings you read and the various things I had to learn in order to heal. This is where it gets interesting as so many blips, methods and tricks were actually latent within from previous incarnations and now it makes perfect sense as this seems to be the way your final life in this realm manifests.
What do I mean by this? Simple. The first time you step in you play the Game on the easiest level and this sets in place an addiction to the flesh that manifests, again and again, via the mindwipe effect. See, if you die and your heart is not featherweight consciousness bolstered by Knowledge of Self because all you know is this realm then, guess what, you’re sent back again. In many ways its a test we all face and now why this stage feels like a living hell makes perfect sense because the rest of the realms are much more intense in terms of the bliss that they bring. Just check this article for whats coming next for the playas who step in and think sex with robots is nothing special. Everyone will be super attractive, virtually immortal as well as life doth ascend from where it once fell. At the peak we are more spiritual than physical but the problem with winning is no one thinks of losing when you’re spending an unfinite line of credit from Bliss & Fun, Inc. Here, in the deep end, that becomes debt instead and this brings us onto another topic as I came to click that every single Soul I’d ever met (especially those who caused said events) were people I knew, back when, and thus they wanted their pound of flesh before my exodus. Not only this but I had the intent to help my fellow man comprehend they are nothing more or less than pure consciousness but who can teach a coal how to be a diamond when that blueprint isn’t etched, yet, and no one speaks on the immense pain felt within?
I don’t know if you’ll get my drift or if its even worth me investing in sharing such things as second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians. Even that image provides a hint about the world the daughters of Mara have built. If you are content with your life as it is then I recommend reading none of this and advise your friends to do the same thing. Why? Birds of a feather and all of that. Ultimately I’d like to spur discussion on said topic and bring light to the darkness of ignorance as we are, to a man, well trained fish that swim in seas with a glass maze, erected. What do I mean by this? Simple, life as you know it is a construction. A false resonance. A dampening of the Spirit to create beasts from men and then normalize what they think whilst keeping them ignorant of their true potential and magnificence. This, I suspect, is the secret that makes some kings and others sleep on pavements but as the testament of Vivek (linked) says maybe he truly gets what kicks, hence his options? Or maybe he doesn’t and totally missed the gift, fell at a hurdle then set up encampment? I can see why drugs have such a strong appeal as well as various other distractions as they present a quick fix for what is an eternal problem as we have a predator in our midst and my friends set me to war with him. You want to know the best bit? He is me. Or was as that is what he pretended to be and I’d be willing to bet that currently, he too has set up home in your head but you haven’t yet met him. But you’ve felt his presence. This I am willing to bet and not in false chips on a stacked hand from rigged deck. Just stop and think:
If someone built a fake oasis in the middle of desert you can best believe its interests aren’t your best, yes? But, when you’re winning who thinks of losing? Better yet, how can you be the voice in your head when you are evidently that which listens, my friend? Its a shell Game of infinite depth and complexity that is harrowingly simple as well. The things I’ve seen and been you simply would not believe as its akin to describing a dream to a friend:
“Word? So the unicorn had an AK Forty Seven that shot bullets of pure affection and when they hit you weren’t dead but came to life instead and comprehend we’re inside an immense Game we play using our Souls as credits? And then what happened?”.
See how little sense it makes? That is because the inner realms of man are intensely personal hence spiritual development is a solo sport which brings a paradoxically increasing sense of disconnected resonance as you Know others better that they comprehend as you are no longer a stranger to Self and get that the shame luminance, within, is what powers them and they are not John of House Smith or whatever else Simon Says.
Whats the point? I really am wondering. Why do I persist? I feel like I’ve spent eons in various incarnations wandering this planet and this, my final spin, is culmination of said events ergo its inevitable and that means that you too will one day take his trek ergo the seeds I’ve sprinkled should become an orchard by then. Yet and still, some still crack the pavement in the midst of an urban hell and tell the rest:
“What if we’re already dead? What then?“.
The well adjusted to such mass sickness think “He’s off his meds” but I’ve never, yet, met a dim schizophrenic but have encountered plenty of well educated idiots who believe fanciful things from the bible of “The way it is“. Enforced enlightenment is a tricky mistress, for certain, as she seems to have a sadomasochistic bent and likes to crack the whip to get your attention. The amazing part of this, however, is she has access to my total depths and thus allowed me to outline a sketch of higher realms and such things ergo there appears to be a benevolent intelligence the presents as a wicked witch. The Bad Princess, if you will. They say that, once upon a when, her song man did sing with great praise and reverence but she went underground to escape the beast that currently sits at the helm and then chose me as her plaything via enforced enlightenment. I wonder what would have happened had I got married? Would the same scenes have played out interpersonally as opposed to without intermediaries? Such are the vagaries of the lives we don’t live but best believe I examine them at depth.
Can you imagine how your spine felt if it was filled with electric? Where sleep was no longer an option as your dreams were more intense than life itself and that had became a non stop performance in which your subconscious was rent manifest upon this realm and enacted by the countenances of strangers and friends? Can you see why I said you’re the only Soul in this realm and interacting with nothing more or less than figments of your imagination, my friend? It truly is like this. Upon that I would bet my last chip with the certainty I’d win as such truths were etched on emerald tablets, back when, ergo I feel like the living embodiment of ancient wisdom and come equipped with the gifts to transfer these energetics to minds of modern man. But with no audience at present so I wonder if thats the test? To see if I’ll give in or keep kicking the ballistics as rent by the unicorn with an automatic weapon that sends death to ignorance so life springs instead? The Hero’s Journey is what they call it and who but the luckiest man in this realm could accept such an invitation? Well, I do and did. My thanks are eternal as now I Know (via the power of gnosis) that I am nothing more or less than an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing, made flesh. The rest, however, is up for negotiation ergo, like Jon Snow, I’m quite certain of my ignorance. Quite a contradiction, yes? Beyond good and evil describes it best because not everyone who helps in this realm is a friend and I have no enemies as they all teach me something which I was previously lacking ergo its all to win.
Till we meet again
