I am not my flesh nor the story in my head. What I am, my friend, is identical to you, in the end:
Pure consciousness.
Granted, my NDE bought this truth into sharp relief but even before the latest trek to the other side of death and back again I was aware of the subtext when it comes to this realm as so many things just didn’t make any sense with the narrative they sell. Take spiritual events, for example. I would be willing to bet that if you were to sit and kick it with your kith and kin you’d discover a whole heap of said things that, for some reason, you all brush under the carpet without considering the implications. In this text I shared a quip about a man who went to a distant village and rotated his plate before he ate for no reason he could comprehend beyond it feeling correct. Turned out he may just be a deceased member of said family who reincarnated back in to this lineage. This is why I’ve said, again and again, that if you feel an urge, deep down within, that you really should go to a certain place and visit you should. Let me expound on this:
Imagine a candle sits with a cover on top of it. There are various holes and slits that allow the illumination to shine without whilst allowing perception in. When you move to another location, for reasons, esoteric, the shroud doth shift hence why you tend to feel different. This cover is what I’ve termed the Pane Body and the most amazing thing is how you can visit a spot and huge chunks of this inheritance just melt. The problem is that people ignore everyday miracles and, sadly, most are totally numb to spiritual message. Case in point, I’ve narrowly avoided so many deaths by listening to these hints and even when I didn’t I was, miraculously, protected from badness in a way that made me stop, regroup and reflect on what was said and the subtle aspects. That really is the key to all of this, my friend, hence why I said that we, at present, are walking around with welders mitts on our fist. This is the numbness of Adulteration and its grip is so common, so standard that to be without makes the world feel like it overwhelms. As I started to come face to faceless with this painful inheritance I felt like I was reliving hurts that were so vivid and intense that I wanted to return to the crutch of my coping mechs. Comprehend this:
The body, as standard equip, is drawn toward pleasure and away from pain to help its survival. In this thread I linked a vid of an antelope that literally felt a leopard embracing it. Can you imagine how that must have felt? Nature kicked in and it stopped resisting and this state, long term, is learned helplessness. There was another example in which dogs placed in a cage where the floor would taze them leapt the boundary to get to a bit that was safe but if there were was no such thing they just sat there, sizzling. Worse still, if they were moved to another spot where they could escape they didn’t. Says a lot, yes? The same goes for elephants who are trained, back when, that a stake in the ground with a chain, quite big, can hold them in check so when they grow to a size, immense, they no longer reality test as they run an old OS in their heads which says “Can’t win, don’t try”. Mice were placed into a maze and trained to run it for rewards. At one point they came across an immense illumination and, being curious, in they went. The scientist hit em with a trauma imprint of electric and then had them reproduce. An unexpected thing did kick as their kids, compared to a control group, aced the test and ran it like they knew what the sketch is. Isn’t that amazing? Really consider the implications of this, my friend, and see how they may apply in your current frame of reference. Now, when they came to a spot where it was dark then a light flicked they all, to a mouse, froze and displayed all the bits of an acute stress response. Even without the electric. Really ponder the implications then see if you can draw a link with why there have been non stop terrorist events that scare the crap out of the public who then accept more and more regs without stopping to reality test. No wonder they’re so full of stress, coping mechs and depression but keep on tuning in for another dose of what Simon Says…
Did you know the chance of having a terrorist off your on switch is around one in nine million? There go them numbers again! You’d almost swear the fix was in. Contrast this with doctors being the third leading cause of death and tell me the world we’re in isn’t a tiny bit backwords? Use this to innerstand forewards, my friend, and you just may get my drift. Why do we ignore spiritual events? In this terminology I ref to those higher states of consciousness that weren’t taught by years of “Sit still, look ahead” training but we all feel, nonetheless. Like the sense of being stared at and such things. Actually, read this article about a geography test and dancing to see how our brain correlates its datasets but, like negative thoughts, we can challenge these commandments and this, in the end, is the main difference between a Warrior and Slave in this realm as the former comprehends he is the Witness and thus is identical in this life or the next, awake or in bed and any other variable you can imagine as the Game takes place inside his awareness.
Why do we ignore spiritual events?
Is it because we’ve been trained, really well, to invest in the physical and all it says? I don’t mean to diss anyones religion but, as a jit, I always found the concept of heaven quite idiotic as it made no sense:
“How big must this place be? How do they all eat and feed? Huh? So they don’t have bodies and such things? Then what is the link between child and parent then?”.
Some listened, amused. Others brushed it off as a childs incessant stream of questions that weren’t worth answering. In the local schizos, however, I found an enrapt audience as well as the criminals, derelicts and addicts who often said:
“Kid, you always give me something to think about, thats for certain. Keep at it, whatever kicks it will be interesting to see how you develop”.
The fact that these mad men could, perfectly, hallucinate something that, to them, was solid flipped my lid. It really, really made me ponder about the true nature of this sketch as a dude with an imaginary dog (that switched breeds, as and when) literally made all of the correct motions and responses when petting, down to the sharp withdraw and involuntary raise of hand to lips when said pet nipped him. “Surely he can’t be faking it as that seemed so natural?”. I asked him to keep a pad and pen on him and note down little blips then, as and when, refer back to them. Slowly he began to click that the poodle in front of him was, previously, a doberman. This is much like the rest who Thunk they’re compos mentis hence why I’ve said that everyone is possessed but no one realizes it. The ancient Egyptians did hence the Negative Confessions they writ which, at their most basic, affirm:
“What I am is so glorious and immense that its effulgence cannot be contained – let alone generated by – the flesh ergo I reject what you’ve said as cheap parlor tricks designed to trick me back into the flesh via induced guilt trips“.
That is why the culture, so advanced that we are mere primitives in comparison, was built solely around death as they wanted to dip before things get real thick and people don’t know their rear end from the elbow they’ve been trained to lick. Or die in the attempt. This is why I said life is a psychosocial treadmill and most peoples version of religion is a spiritual take on the same thing as they make very little progress in that respect as they may bear the external marks and symbols but, within, they’re the same old degenerate but with a better coping mech. Like the ex crack dealing knuckle head turned kufi wearer, par excellence, who was ready to outline ya man after I bought what he said was dead back out of him again in a pavement conversation. After you’ve read this ponder this exchange with one of his friends where I suggested the phone in his grip may just the Dajjal of legend…
Why do we ignore spiritual events? Like the fact that the three main religions of the West have a black cube in their midst and, just like the Hajj, we have a similar thing kicking on the pole of Saturn. I mean, what the F? The same with the fine tuned levels of tolerance and how in the heck can we not be in a sim if Nintendo employ a dude called “Bowser” and, by some coincidence, another chap of the same name came along and hacked them? Better yet, why does Mario – a plumber, a humble trade linked, back when, with the traits of said planet – lay the pipe to a Princess of high standing who is kidnapped, yet again, by a pesky reptilian? These things went through my mind as a jit as I played the Games in question and I’ve got some answers now but I’ll let you ponder it. The very fact that the black mirror in your grip can make you “time travel” to places distant, see the long dead or envision scenes that never happened as well as being able to shift your consciousness from totally erect to fully stressed as well as shedding tears or cheering by rearranging three pixels, repeated, of green, blue and red blew my mind to shreds as does that homonym. I mean, why don’t we “feargive” and “freeget” instead of the four they mentioned? Why do golfers yell this? Its origins are surrounded in myth but consider this tale about the working man and his young wife, attractive, who snipped the steaks he bought in celebration and tell me if you do the same thing due to inheriting ignorance, my friend?
I Knew people around me were off their heads as a jit and thus refused to acquiesce. No matter how much “sense” they tried to beat into my rear end. I simply would not relent. What sends this this is a product of the combined misspendings of what would, one day, be termed my youth and that caboose was akin to a VW Beetle filled with clowns pulling up at a circus, three ringed, as they revealed themselves to be one and the same as the DMT machine elves that dragged your Soul to this realm. Maybe this is why the schizos clicked and listened, intent, to one who spoke their language as I, then, didn’t comprehend that I’d grow to be a mystic and thus swim where they’re drowning. Or, maybe they did and were, in their own way, offering assistance as they held me overhead and passed my awareness from one to next but that, again, also has its parallels in the other side who abused me, no end, but thats another topic. Let me tell you this:
The more you embody the illusory ideal this world says is perfect the more you’ve bought in to the trick the one eyed king says is the only option. Just look at the immense uptick in plastic surgery and such things and the women who won’t leave the crib without without a load of slap on their dish and, in the process, often end up looking like strange as hell. This I don’t mean as a diss but, damn, this contouring trend is as ridiculous as Hollywood constantly putting Black men in a dress. But, what do you know, they suddenly find “success” after this. Why do we ignore spiritual events? What could be subtext of all of this? I’m not a human, I’m a Soul, my friend ergo I have no problem with who you wish to sex (as long as they consent) or how you wish to chop or rearrange your bits but, in the larger scale, it all seems to hint that people really don’t like themselves which is mad ironic when you consider they request the rest respect their decision and demand acceptance. Doesn’t that seem a bit schizo? It does to me but your mileage could vary…
As we, each, are the only Soul in this realm so it is what it is. Life, to me, is inspiration and I recently read that the BBL trend of fat ass injections creates a stench that smells a lot like necrosis and considering how so many women have bolt ons these days its nigh on inevitable they’re becoming cat ladies in training whilst the men, on the flip, will be sexing robots real quick. This is where we are, as a collective. No wonder I said you lot are outsane as I’m obviously in the minority as I unconditionally accept my Self. Why do we ignore spiritual events? Are we tone deaf to the cries, within? Better yet, why do so many white people, on average, totally lack rhythm? I once noticed a chap clapping along to a track and I was perplexed to intuit what, exactly, he was hearing as he seemed to shift, at random, from the bass drum to a high hat or the note she was singing. Well, at least he was enjoying himself and harming no one else. Just an observation. An old African woman once said:
“If you can talk, you can sing and if you can walk then dancing is just the next step” with an infectious giggle and she was the most spry seventy five year old I’d ever seen and even that was a guess as “Chile, you only have one birth day in this realm!”. So much wisdom from a woman, totally uneducated. I wonder what she would have said about the current trend of everyone emulating the big booties of the continent and plump limps they, previously, denigrated… Everyone wants to be anyone but themselves which is a bit mad, isn’t it? Could this be due to the trauma imprints that I mentioned, back when? Are we simply the human equivalent of tazed rats, chained elephants and caged dogs that accept our learned helplessness? In that case the life I’ve lived with its constant brushes with death that forced me to dive to the depths, like Gilgamesh, and become immortal in the process. Actually, I always was this but how many of you candles forget you’re the flame, eternal, and not the wax, melting? Maybe thats the matter with spirit, eh?
Sit around with your folks. Ask them to list the strange spiritual events and any forms of “coincidence” that lead to the life they lived. I’d be interested to hear them as one dude, who was as material as a brick, came back in, scratching his head, with an immense list that simply couldn’t be F’d with. He said:
“Blimey! Either we’ve got the luck of the Irish (as Scotsmen) or something really, really strange is happening” as he detailed his wifes premonition to not get back with an ex that led to her meeting the man to whom she’d hitch as well as the time he, personally, fell asleep at the wheel after finally clinching a deal and had no recollection of the trip beyond waking up the next day, safe, in bed. He’d totally erased this recollection from his head until she mentioned it and when he started pondering the sketch more and more things popped in which lead to calls to the rest and thus he pulled out this huge list of this that were beyond explaining via a lens purely material. Its the same with creativity, hence why I said its not of this realm and why one should learn to flex the muscle of imagination again as that truly is the key to the Kingdom.
Till we meet again
