Let me tell you something, my friend:
You are a god encased in flesh.
There it is. Lifes greatest secret. Except it isn’t. Jesus said it for a reason but even his words were remixing something ancient which came from the Vedics. Specifically the Upanishad texts which went way beyond the mere religious context and are regarded as being the recorded revelations of a group of seers who looked within their consciousness and heard what the silence said. The answers were mind blowing ergo they recorded them as such:
“The supreme one who makes all possible, from subtle to eternal. Thou art that“.
They posited there is a singular consciousness at varying degrees of resonance that manifests as everything and, in your essence, you are it. Now, this isn’t an appeal to authority to validate my perspect but a point of ref to motivate your own excursions in consciousness because I, back when, rejected all of this pomp and ceremony as “monkey see, monkey be what we said – or else” programming in full effect as the dude with the collection plate was a pimp ergo the whole thing was a business. Instead I started looking with my own awareness. At first I found lots of noiZ and static. The thoughts in my head. I already Knew I wasn’t the voice that presents as I’m obviously that which listens instead. This provided a gap, a chink its armoring and this, like any good hacker, I escalated using various methods and things. I had no idea where this quest for gnosis would lead but I knew I was creating the Path by walking, perfectly. You see some pretty strange things on this trip to the depths as its akin to a pot of solid gold lined with pure filth that hasn’t been cleaned for generations. Imagine my surprise when it started to glint with the unchanging presence of Inner Sense and how I wept as the Pane Body crumbled. Just stop and think:
The “you” you accept right now is a story that is strung together, mainly, from bits you’ve repressed, things you half forget and various bits of hollywoods spells of influence. That is it. This is the “John of House Smith” effect I mentioned. As I began to do the Knowledge and clean the mess from within my consciousness I came to slowly comprehend that the only true way to see anything in this realm is as a puzzle that requires solving. Not a blame to fixed, a woe to be regret or a vow to get revenge. No, they are, in essence, slinging more dirt on your inner realms because there is no external. This is not the easiest thing in the world to get to grips with as its as elusive as sleep but equally soothing as it comes when you’re in alignment and rests thee, thoroughly. It can best be equated to a wavelength or frequency and if you are, frequently, in sync with those who are tuned into Sign of the Times AM then you’ll miss the ledge and fall into the pit instead aka the Valley of the Plebs. Fear not though, my friend, as its decorated well, filled with retail things and everyone else is doing it. Thing is they are all, to a man, unfulfilled and fundamentally miserable. I had no choice but to admit this after my latest brush with death as what I’d suppressed and hid was now preventing full access to my flesh as, in many ways, my Soul was ejected and it was a fight to get in as one aspect said:
“Forget that mess. Not interested. You know how much I had to repress just to make you function? Revisit all that, again? You know how many tears need to wept? The pain that was unfelt? Come on man, forget it“.
Another part of me knew this was my challenge and thus, off we went. See, the above were the remnants of the (false) self we became conditioned to accept after our exodus from Inner Sense. It is, literally, the habit of a lifetime and it fits so well that the rhyme behind the reason of “second nature” is perfect as this obvious blip hid the main question:
Much more than a robot in disguise but, without a trace of the ironic, most humans are this hence their Click-Whirr rhetoric. Ask them and they’ll believe they are human and that is the greatest deception because, as the above attests, the (false) self survives beyond death as a conditioned consciousness which is akin to taking pure water, freezing it, then pouring the solid lump of low, dense vibration and asking it:
“Who are thee?”.
It will point to its limits. That which it identifies as “me”. Some, with degrees, will issue commands in millimeters of their entire sketch. Others provide edicts about the chemical make up and composition whilst a few point at the “Made in China” mark on their rear end from where they sat listening to “Sit still, look ahead” as they were condensing, back when, in the refrigeration shelf. All of them, are in a sense, correct and, in the flesh, there have been many wars fought between these “religions” about whose world view is the best but its the mystic of the realm that comprehends the immense cloud of sentience from which the divine rains fell before they pooled in watery schools that flash froze them ergo, at death, he Knows the Ledge and can tell the really real from the temporal imposter at the helm and thus passes the test. That, in a nutshell, is what “Know ye not that ye are gods?” meant. According to my perspective. Here is where it gets super interesting though:
I went into this with both eyes open and the intent to illuminate the third in the mid and when this did it was like a booming explosion hit my awareness followed by an intense brightness along with colors I’d never seen in this realm. All of this seemed to sport a familiar newness which I questioned because, obviously, one does not forget something so amazing and yet why did it appear I was recollecting it? They say there is no invention in this realm and everything is a process of rediscovery which makes perfect sense as the sketch does progress because I started looking into, on spec, far older and esoteric religious texts after the revelation hit that the crucifixion on the hill was an elaborate hint about all of this but dressed in mundane threads to hide the true resonance. Read this article for a glimpse of what that meant then get back to this. Suddenly the desire to seek refs from those who had been to these realms and had detailed their adventures therein gripped me as I, obviously, wasn’t the first to turn the key and unlock the Kingdom within as, before, those words were merely on a page and now they had an internal, eternal reference. I had studied quite a few religions, had many interesting conversations with those who know them, outside and in, who answered my questions, sometimes, and others took offense. None was meant but I came to comprehend how they were, mostly, following the same “Repeat, verbatim to pass the test” programs from back when and none had actually put into practice the energetics needed to melt. Then I met Rudra.
Rudra is described as a pre-Vedic God. Meaning, he was on the scene was before the rest of the team and is seen as something of a primal force that was described as “Terrible, roaring with discontent, eradicates problems from root, flower and stem” as well as frightening explosions that then turn to sublime reversals of (mis)fortune as they reveal the tranquil bliss that is akin to the eternal calm in the midst of the maelstrom. As you can probably imagine the grin on my lips was so immense I thought it would crack my dish as here, in really old text, was a description, picture perfect, of where I’d went. Suddenly, so much made sense and the next bit clicked with this:
That was what I’d imperienced. Literally the yells and wails of frustration as sperm linked with egg and my unfinite consciousness was stitched to the helix which then caused the zygote to split and form my earthly shell. That, my friend, is the true Big Bang and, beyond this, is what I detailed in the Peacock narrative. That was another that just came as an image that carried within such immense revelation and symbolism that the text shared is merely a fragment of the whole thing as a lot of these articles I pen to chart my own progress along the steps of the Path you create by walking whilst they’re also there to help anyone else who comprehends the shadows depth and seeks freedom from this realm. The ancient texts attest:
“Rudra is one. There is no second“.
Which states the same as the previous quotation but from another point of reference. So much ignorance just melted. Its like the ice cube that was dripping onto a plate was hit with a concentrated beam of heat and I was again, momentarily, back in the cloud of undifferentiated sentience before it fell to this realm but that time felt eternal and totally tranquil hence why I said that energy moves but consciousness is still. It was also from this revelation that the concept of the Psylense did kick in as as well as the gnosis that the Ether is correct, the original internet, levels and frames of reference in the Game we play using our Souls as credits and so much more res that I haven’t even began to share yet as I’m still processing it using the limits of the flesh. Shiva (and his consort, Shakti) are classed as resonant with Rudra or another way of saying the same thing and they are worshipped via this image which links a penis, erect, and vagina as well:
Once again the symbol hides immense Knowledge within for those who comprehend the shadows depth because not only does this link, pitch perfect, with the Big Bang effect that bought us to this realm its also entirely resonant with the black hole from which even light cannot escape hence noiZ and Psylense, face to face. Man, I could get into how Rudra was, scientifically, linked to what happened with COVID and how that actually repped a transmission of consciousness to this planet and how people were herded within and literally scared to death in isolation whilst I was out, each and every day and PMs a well, soaking up the rays, intuitive, and got into the best shape I’d ever been in the flesh. I only discovered this later as another layer of revelation and imperience and, as you can imagine, my mind was blown to shreds and then stitched back together again from a cloth even finer than it was previously as each step brings progress and that is when the Path of Power became the Way of Wisdom and, once again, I was out of my depths as what got me to this level of elevation obviously wasn’t going to work next ergo I’d have to sketch a new OS inside my head and keep on trekking.
This is why I said there is but one Truth and, sadly, the world is allergic to it hence why the Rebel Mystic was classed as an infidel for tasting the same elixir from the same source of abundance, back when, and how the Game may change from one stage to the next as the spokes on the wheel do shift and tyres are replaced as well but that bit in the mid, where Yin and Yang are still as perfectly balanced opposites aka Shiva and Shakti in bliss or Jesus saying “Me and the father are one” as well as the Korans ref of the divine being closer than the vein in your neck are lyrics I’ve had the immense fortune to live and if the genesis of said events, in this incarnation, was a life filled with tears, abuse and neglect then to rail against the ones who did would be pure ignorance as its akin to gripping a hot coal with intent to fling without stopping to realize you’re an alchemist who has actually created a diamond instead hence build what death cannot destroy, my friend. Your life is perfectly specced to your current level of resonance to ascend beyond what they made you accept, back when, as a second skin and this, I strongly suspect, is why they tried to do me in but, in the end, simply directed me toward what I’d been seeking for so many previous incarnations and thus it balances in the end as this realm is a fixed loop (hence the Ouroboros) which will be proved in a few gens when the population does dip and everyone is sexing robots made of silicon as human life companions filled with artificial intelligence which isn’t but thats another topic.
Till we meet again
