Imagine there was a magical substance that was as base as you can get in its standard form. To look at its nothing special and yet it contains within the seeds of potential that can manifest a magnificence that makes all the luminaries combined in this realm seem dim. Wouldn’t that be something? Many live and die on the surface of this state, never to venture in to the place that holds the key to what they’re unaware they’re seeking. They are perfectly content to decorate the perimeter as they hold aloft symbols they were given and do as instructed without ever questioning the rhyme or reason behind their existence. No harm, no foul. For many this is simply the case and all they can handle on this spin and thus much of the world is built for them as they are the majority wrapped so far with noiZ that they know naught else.
There are some that, of their own free will, take a shovel and start digging. Friends and especially family may tut tut at them making a mess as they attempt to question and dissuade them from this course of action. “Its not written therefore isn’t sanctioned. Why on Earth would you choose to do this? You bring shame on us with your actions” and various other forms of emotional blackmail and guilt tripping kicks in. See, the truth of the matter is that you doing this signals something they daren’t themselves and causes an immense amount of stress due to their noninvestment in the life unexamined they’re only currently half aware of living. The type that feel the splinter of the mind inside must do this, irrespective, and thus don’t often give in. Those who do, button down and fall in as expected hate their straight laced life and often take it out on their children from whom they demand the same conformity using tricks, identical. Very often this springs from on from one generation to the next until we get:
The child steps into this realm and happily dances and skips around the surface as they are entirely unaware there are landmines sprinkled beneath that have gained in strength due to those who came before not heeding the call of their presence. Eventually they are blown sky high and a huge hole is ripped in the fabric of their awareness. Here we see a divergence as there are some will pretend it never happened and act in ways to numb the reality sinking in and those who’ll dive into the trench in order to find what kicks beneath the surface, who placed it there and to what end.
The third kind are precisely hit with an air to ground missile which spits like it was sent with the intent to kill them stone dead. As a mushroom cloud of trauma spills from the abyss that now defines their sojourn into the flesh they find themselves pretty much an alien compared to those around them as none can see what they felt or even have a clue of what they Witnessed in this event. Many go the path of madness, addiction, wanton violence and a great many other things which attempt to circumvent the truth of the situation. Society en masse is no help as these kind of things are spoken on only in secret behind closed doors to those whose lips are sealed. After all, someone must design, create and then fire this etheric missile and thats where the Slave/Masters step in. Sadly many are entirely ignorant about how the same weapons had been used so well against their own people and thus the threat they rep to their own race comes much further down the scale of their awareness than to where they’re being misled after a lifetime of miseducation. Often a lot of these types have had their own landmine event, either them or a a parent and that perspective is quite intriguing, should you wish to seek the correct answers by first questioning the rhyme behind the reason for the motivation that pulled you in to the grip of a liar who said “Trust me, bro!” before weaving his spell to bite at your ankles.
I’m talking to you from the original ground zero where I’ve been sitting as I dig. Not only did the first mushroom cloud land and vaporize anything that could be called a childhood there have been many others since then to destroy so much of what many take for granted:
Friends, family, sexual liaisons without magical intent designed to ensnare my awareness into a finer web of limitation and stress by promising the opposite and delivering yet more programming that I then reverse engineer in order to keep digging. Such is the life of an alchemist which is why Warrior describes it best as you quite literally must take your coping mechs, defense strategies and modes of avoidance to war in order to uncover the will required to keep going against the odds. The alternative is to remain within a living hell and totally unaware of your purpose or of what you are a capable. I call this the coal to a diamond thing as its exceedingly accurate.
So, by now you should be aware of where you fit on this scale. Those who are stuck to the surface will cling to the symbols they were given (whether religious or corporate) as their chosen frame of reference and thus total investment is given without question or reflection of what lies within. The land mine crowd are generally either held in the tight grip of compulsion that disguises their avoidance as they mostly do not recollect this event with any true form of clarity. We see a lot of addicts in this stage as well as the common phrase “You are so much more talented than this. Why are you wasting your life in this way?” as people on the outside can the potential with they themselves are avoiding. A slim percent put that work in, do the Knowledge and start the alchemical process which brings in a shift and builds the way to allow a clearer perception.
The third crew, very often, become schizophrenic. I mean that in the true, genuine sense and not the label they apply to many who are sitting in mental asylums, doped up to the eyelids and aren’t actually of this ilk. See, this kind is what you can call best as the malfunctioning mystic as they drown in the waters of higher perception the actualized swims in for this is what lies beneath the seemingly solid earth they were bull penned into by living and as they make their journey in the flesh they come out the other end with a totally different perspective as they look down at the Valley of Plebs from a higher vantage.
From here it all seems quite clear and what is happening is very slick. See, none of these boundaries actually exist and, stranger still, there is only one person on the planet. He has both dwelled on the surface in ignorant bliss and stepped on the landmine hidden. Not to mention the who air to surface missile think of directed intent, most traumatizing. Did you know that on top of various mountains that people call religious there observation temples dedicated to seeking out an alien presence. What does that make you think about the true nature of the ones who the scriptures penned and how it relates to all of this?
The Warrior looks down from the hill and notices the valley is entirely empty. “Curious” he thinks and then it clicks he is entirely disconnected and dispassionate about his former existence. “Interesting” she reasons whilst taking it all in as the alchemy does its thing and that which never was realizes what it isn’t and thus comes the next question “What am I then?“. Thus the dig flips and an ascent begins as one starts to map the higher cosmos as this is from whence they came and the only place to aim as only those capable of transcending the Game can reclaim their credit (aka the Soul) at the end and make their exit.
The rest will be plugged in again for another spin. Many will return to the surface, hold aloft symbols they don’t truly click and have no wish to examine the underlying reason or hints. Some will find the landmines and then either chase or avoid them whilst a few that are hit by the missile will either step on the medically paved road which says “Here lies madness” or learn the art of non-reaction and create their own mode of transcendence. In many ways we are all in one of these three options. I’ll let you tell it, in that respect, because its all about trauma and illusion in this realm because we can fake everything but being in pain and that should offer a huge hint about the nature of the intent that powers this and why the flesh is set in direct opposition as it seeks pleasure and avoids the opposite as part of its standard equipped OS.
The Warrior is the one who has developed the will to go against this. Why? Because they intuit the burden they’re carrying via the way of destroyed Inner Sense and are fully aware this isn’t how its supposed to be and thus set off seeking answers within. The garden is, in effect, their consciousness and why its becomes obvious there is only one who manifests in this realm and all limits are an illusion in that respect. You could say those who conspired to aim the missile at them as they were first learning to take their steps and then sent repeated volleys of firepower at them in regular intervals after this were actually doing them a favor in some respect because this provides the pressure the coal needs to transcend its basicness and unleash the diamond that was always within.
Of course, this isn’t a welcome development as it hurts like hell and the deck is stacked to ensure you don’t pick this option. 8% of the planet isn’t much and those who know from within grok this is exactly how it is. Even if you’ll never hear these sentiments coming from those in the missile business as they quite enjoy blowing things up for fun and profit. The trick is to use it. Take the energetics as a gift. Don’t react. Clean up your perception. Strip the wavelength of its narrative and peep what remains and how it feels. Where does it lead? What does it mean? How different is your present frequency to the initial in terms of resonance? What is the message of the medium, transcendent? This is how the coal actually becomes a diamond as its slow process of filtering that cleanses the reflective consciousness into something so hard and pure that no weapon formed against it prospers. In that respect you really could claim the Opponent is simply providing a helping hand to his Victim by attempting to get him out of this due to the pain they inflict but that, once again, unravels another thread full of loose ends as this question brings us full circle to the intent of why this realm exists if finding the exit is so difficult.
Of course, whilst living, most pay no heed to these type of things beyond the bread and circi they sell which, if you think, is kind of perfect if you wish to trick by pimping the fine print, isn’t it? Its like an all expenses paid cruise ship ticket that has you swabbing the decks whilst others do it big but, don’t worry, “Here’s a tell lie vision for a vicarious hit!“. Doesn’t that describe life a little too well for most, plugged in?
Actualize your potential greatness, my friend. Do the Knowledge and awaken the Warrior within.
Till we meet again
