Can you imagine, just for a bit, that there was a tribe that man had never met that does things different? From birth till death they live like you do but, at the end, when they meet their death is where things go left. What do I mean by this? Simple. The ones still wearing flesh now spend the rest of their times arguing about what X would have did and how that contradicts with ones recollect of Zs example. And so on goes the alphabet until the next gen are talking about “Well, B said X reffed this and I think he’s correct” and so on goes the fairytale. Sounds outsane, yes? Its a perfect example of humanity and stupidity because, on many levels, we do just this and, in the process, miss the potential to enlighten. Both ourselves and the outer realm for it only reflects what is within.
Another example would be if we, as humanity, based our entire world view and worth on who drew the best pic in nursery, back when. Heck, that wouldn’t be too bad if we continually developed our skills based in Inner Sense to refine the paradigm but, in this example, I’m talking of you throwing some ink on a page that the teacher displayed and, from then on out, the whole world uses this as the standard mode of judgment of your worth, intelligence, potential and the rest. In many ways this example lays out the farcical state of what we call education but it also offers an immense hint about how we, individual and collective, are so fallen in terms of resonance. Of what am I speaking? The multidimensional Self. This is who you are in, before and beyond the flesh. It is nothing more and nothing less than pure consciousness which is an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing one that makes it all happen. The reason you don’t Know this is due to the forces in the mid that put their little bid in and spawned the Be Kind, Rewind effect.
Now, once the gnosis clicks there is no unawakening and I strongly suspect this flicker of remembrance carries from one life to the next hence why spiritual adepts invested their time in the flesh to build what death couldn’t destroy as it was beyond its grip. Imagine there is a snowman, frozen, next to it we a have a lake that drips and high in the sky we have a cloud, floating. In this script you are, technically, all three but lets take some poetic liberties and say the lake scares the snow to death with the threat of what comes next as its so rigid and tense it can no longer imagine how true freedom really felt. The cloud, over the hill, is ineffable to it which means that he, in return, gives no F’s about them. Makes sense, yes? “But what of the Sun?” I heard you mention. Thats a great drawing, my friend. Take the gold star and attention as you win the class thats in session. That is your potential to awaken. You can consider this the aspect of intelligence that never fell (aka Inner Sense) but to the Adulterated snow man walking its the antithesis of all it accepts, excepts and is willing to deal with.
In that scenario anyone who said “Listen, we were the water, once upon a when, but then the Titans fell and something else stepped into that maelstrom which brings us to this lowered state of vibration that we call being human”. Say someone listens and states:
“Who said this?”. He replies:
“That shiny thing in the sky told me after I looked directly at it. Something within started melting and it bought an immense remembrance which became the opposite of dense, missed the liquid step and went to the cloud which said “Hey man, where you been? Ain’t seen you in ages. How was your spin in the flesh? Remember what I said, that snow baby brain is dangerous and what they fill it with? Ridiculous!“. That then feel as rain on my head which lit this channel in the mid and even though, without, we may look the same, within, I’m on another level”.
How many would listen and how many would be pointing at the drawing they did in Grade Six as “proof” of their talent or acumen? Take this and scale it to PhDs, quarter keys or a string of hot women to sleep with – however you measure your skills in this realm – and you’ll see humanity and stupidity are the same thing. To awaken the Warrior within one must declare war on the (false) self at the helm and this, if my readings are correct, is a condensed nutshell of what every prophet said before they killed him dead and used the message for divided conquering and, what else, profits. Funny, isn’t it? Somebody once called me an expansionary reductionist which I thought was a perfect way of describing his interpretation of my non dual perspect as the micro/telescope attests. Most are stuck on stupid in this realm. Thats just how it is for the current spin but this sheer lack of wisdom I find most perplexing as if I were to pick any single Soul and speak to them I’d guarantee the potential for awakening exists. Some do it in increments. Others want the whole kit. Case in point, a man and wife argued until I pointed out the hint that they’re relating to each other via projections in their heads that are tainted by old perspects of resonance so if they defeat these demons the modern interact will shift. That it did and they were quite content to go back and live the lives as they did hence why its said that man, often, stumbles over the truth in this realm but picks himself up again and carries on like nothing happened.
If that were me and someone were to demonstrate, so well, that I am the only Soul in the realm as evidenced by the shift in interactions and the instant defusal of arguments I wouldn’t stop there. Would you, my friend? We’ve not only put the horse before the cart but we’ve turned it on its head so the wheels are in ascent and make no traction as we whip the foolish mule of the flesh whilst running the treadmill. Its like I said in the story of the steaks as that parable outlines, real well, how we Ctrl C, Ctrl V mindsets without stopping to reality test the coding. Me? I didn’t choose that option because I could tell, real well, that everyone around me was miserable.
I refer to that as my first existential crisis and not long out of Pampers I was when it kicked. I mean, can you recollect the exact moment, back when, you realized your parents too were once kids and didn’t jump into this world fully formed? Really ponder this at depth as, now, it may seem Self evident but then we put the pieces together as we get em, take em apart again, look at another angle then compare to the bits in our grip and rearrange them, frequent. A childs mind on Monday is nothing like what is within on Tuesday, yes? Heck, you can say they shift their terrain by the moment and this most accurate as we are nothing more or less than a fleshly Ship of Theseus in that respect that is held together with consciousness. Did you know there isn’t an atom within that is older years seven? Cue:
“Ackshually, thats incorrect as the proteins in the crystal lens don’t shift, neither do the teeth enamels resonance our neuronal DNA as well”.
Thank you, my friend! Now we have that correction from a lifelong D&D fan who chipped in you can amend what I said with this detailed correction. As always, you shouldn’t believe a thing I said but, instead, aim to prove me incorrect by researching the topic and doing the Knowledge in the process.
If we let the childs mind develop, unencumbered, as outlined in this sketch the world wouldn’t be as hellish as then things like this (where two words shattered your inner realms) would be events, long distant, and we would, instead, be far more resonant. Thats Inner Sense. That is akin to the snowman looking to the Sun and comprehending the shadows depth of what kicks in the Valley of the Plebs as the waters evaporate but there is something within that wishes to stick to this element and not ascend as it prefers to be what Jesus called a hidden evil. There is so much more to this sketch and even though I’ve penned hundreds of articles saying the same thing I won’t relent as each one of us splits the clear light of consciousness at our own resonance and this process is akin to the opera singer shattering the glass which I intend to put back together again but not as what they built but the original sand, instead.
Do the Knowledge, my friend. Because it won’t do itself.
The main problem with humanity is it isn’t even conscious of what its unconscious of aka the don’t you know what you don’t know effect hence its a Game of three halves, comprehend? Read what the Gnostics said (before they killed them, dead) as they dove in to the practical metaphysic aspect and documented, real well, the personal hell that seems heaven sent to those wearing flesh in ignorance of the spells. There is something greater within thee you have the opportunity of cultivating and that, my friend, is why I said we’re amnesiac gods in a realm that is a funfair of the flesh with its rollers, coasting as the snow keeps falling in resonance as each gen gets more and more ignorant due to the mess they inherit:
“Well, Q Two B Four C, his excellency, said A Six Eight R left a most wise comment on the original life lived by Four One Pee who viewed X as correct for, was it not stated…”.
Thats how you lot sound to me, dead as can be. Maybe thats why Jeezy said we should let em bury em for he was speaking on sentient snowmen of ignorance. Least, thats how I decoded his message but didn’t leave it in the past but used it to unwrap the present which came as a gift wrapped in papers of fear and dread as I looked at the alligator in the sea and waggled my finger, thusly:
“You, you really are slick! I appreciate your tricks and making this level the challenge what it is but lets leave that stupidity for humanity as I’m about my biz so thanks for the hints that allowed me to awaken my multidimensional Self so now I must dip and hit the spiritual gym and put that work in the with the flesh to develop my non local awareness“.
The rest of you are too busy pointing at a picture you drew, back when, or emulating the lives of skeletons to even comprehend the big question of why a childs glow doth dim, not long after stepping in. Could it be I’m correct and a beast is feasting on their consciousness? If so, how could you tell? Would the fact that you ain’t the voice in your head but that which listens be a hint? What of the fact that you, once upon a when, did dance, sing and be creative as it, effortlessly, poured out from within but then, instead, became a square watermelon, par excellence?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I can’t save you and nobody else can do the same thing as its a question of Self and that can only kick when the snowman recollects he is not the frozen water at its lowest resonance nor the gator in the lake with its threats and collection plate but actually all of this including the blue skies and the hill as well as that cloud, in the distance, and the sun that is shining hence its a case of identification which is why I said, once again, we are, more or less, stories made flesh but don’t think, even for a sec, there aren’t dangers to deprogs as they kick like a mule with shoes made of explosive for one who is so invested in the grift they believe what Simon Says and thus are nothing more or less than a living hostage that assists in looting the temple of their potential with a gun, gripped. Global Stockholm Syndrome and the world it writ…
“Know thy Self” is the wisest you can get. Note that isn’t “Know Q Two B Four C and his decrees” or any of the rest of that mess, yes?
Till we meet again
