I know me and thee have been the best of friends and then, seemingly, something else as well. Variety is the spice of life! The recent events made me comprehend something of which I was previously ignorant and for that I offer my gratitude and respect because, woman, what the heck? That was a star studded performance, wasn’t it? They all came down from the heavens. For me? Wow. Talk about enlightening. Ever since the Jon Snow revelation I was aware that something was shifting in terms of the tether in the ether but when the Path of Power flipped to the Way of Wisdom I was so out of my element that the only thing of which I was truly certain was my ignorance. So great that I didn’t empty the clip from a position of ignorance, earlier, when I was too busy fighting Opponents who turned out to be manifestations of my internal realms made flesh and the energetic inheritance we all tote on this spin. Some more than others, eh?
I get what you meant when your Agent said “Don’t worry, if we wanted you dead we’d have sent someone to put two in your head” back when. Then I felt such an immense amount of righteous rage and furious anger at the statement but now I see what the diamond calls life the coal sees as death thanks to the pressure that never seems to relent. The moves, as always, are pretty mysterious. But then, if you could see the sketch why would you pick one option over the other as you turn the pages on the book of life you create by reading? We both know that you’ve never met a stranger but, wow, that was something else, my friends. Much like hemispheres of the head, its what lies between these two polar opposites that signals a truth so total, so all encompassing and welcoming that there is no other term beyond the Psylense that can truly capture its glorious essence and total efficiency at being everywhen at once. It simply awaits recognition and much like still images can be stuck together as they flicker there is something to be said about the nonlinear art of storytelling because whoever penned my Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh for this, my final spin, obviously lavished a lot of attention, skill and imagination to creating such an intricate kaleidoscope of consciousness in which the Fool becomes a Magician, begrudgingly, thanks to the intervention of the High Priestess (who certainly liked to do this) but that was nothing in comparison to the Empress who impressed, immense, as she whispered:
“Look busy, the Emperor is coming” with a knowing wink. Then I met the Hierophant on an elephant and realized he was me! The Lxvers had their twist and, yep, I stick to that script because we injoi, immensely as I sped off in my Chariot as the very definition of Strength who, paradoxically, became a Hermit as spiritual development is a solo thing. What is a man to do because if you roll em, hold em or fold em the Wheel of Fortune doth spin and it brings Justice to the Hanged Man who was just out, standing in his field, before finding himself swinging from a tree as he looked with a new perspective but you know what the best thing is? Now he’s outstanding in his field! The Death of ignorance and coping mechs resurrects Temperance as one is on a natural high to which there is no equivalent but plenty attempt to mimic. But, as always, the Devil is in the details and as I bopped down the strip thinking it was one thing it was swiftly revealed another instead as all of the previous steps did coalesce into… A trampoline! I know, can you believe it? With one step I leapt over the Tower as my Star winked and said “Finally, we meet again. Took you long enough to comprehend, dunderhead!” with a grin as the Moon did embrace and shared that not many see the dark side and live plus fewer still click its a Game of three halves whilst in the flesh which I took as a huge complement as I leapt into the furnace of the Sun which was, surprisingly, really cold which hints we share what we didn’t get and often wish to feel within which really says a lot, doesn’t it? My Judgment in all of this? I cannot say, yet, for all I know is that I Know nothing but that isn’t entirely accurate as the square and circled danced in the point in the mid as they were reverse engineered to reveal the golden spiral of ascent ergo my current floor of ignorance is the previous levels glass ceiling wisdom which is totally mind bending because if you’d told me then I’d be gently guided by the gossamer threads of gnosis in the flesh that I’m an immortal I’d have believed it but that is such a poor substitute for feeling and thats got me screaming from the rooftops to the whole World that you are here to overcome yourself as you’re a puzzle only you can solve.
In that respect mine was tailored perfectly to my mindset or was it the flip? What if we are, each and every one, the author of our own adventure in the flesh but few stop to comprehend as their way as they’ve never actually put the work in and thus get the most basic print at a lower res until they’ve been around the wheel of time a few spins and get to click the sketch that this entire realm dwells within their consciousness?
Running the world, in the esoteric sense, truly is a lifetime commitment isn’t it? Who knew there was such a fine balance to all things that requires constant stage management. And then there was me. Loose cannoning on a sinking ship in which I, my Self, had drilled holes then looked for another to blame! Either way, I learned to swim and rose from the depths with less wrinkles feeling like Gilgamesh as what I get is that true immortality is who we is but often its the Hero’s Quest thats needed to make one lose their mind, conditioned, to come to their senses. Much like the Alchemist, yes? Anyway, saying all that to say this:
I still can’t say who I am, fully, in the sense of all of the other lives that are etched on the vinyl disk that spins in the Fourth Dimension but I’ve heard a few of my greatest hits from past, present and future and they’re pretty slick which makes so much sense because if the outer world is all good then who questions the illusion but if your ego gets chipped, clipped and then stomped to bits just after you’ve mastered your Kintsugi flex you can’t help but yell “Sort it out, ref!” as it seems he gives not an F and is actively playing with the opposition until it clicks there is only ever one Soul in this realm who interacts with figments of his imagination in each spin until it becomes more and more Self evident. Then you do it all again but hyper condensed ergo enforced enlightenment is such an accurate term that one cannot help but offer gratitude and respect for the whole stage managed performance. No wonder I said “I wish I could play that Game again for the first time” before I swiftly inherited the most dangerous thing in the realm (the baby brain) then, on spec, rejected everything the teachers ever said as it made literally zero sense to run the treadmill as adventure was calling. Like learning how to balance a chair on two legs, perfectly.
This could be straight up delusion on my end as I still cannot profess to comprehend the ins and outs of the full sketch from your perspect (and neither do you tell, direct) but its my story and I’m sticking to it like a strong opinion, loosely held that is revised as and when new data floats in to upgrade my internal OS with expanded resonance that is always for my best. And to think I spent absolutely ages grinding an axe looking for trees to fell in the forest of illusion before I clicked that was the main distraction! Ha, how slick and egregious in the same instance because not only is the brain a machine made for association and reality creation it also likes to pretend its the voice in your head when, in reality, we’re something so numinous, so beautiful and eternized that this entire dimension (and all of the rest) dwell within your consciousness. Wow! But you already knew all of this whilst I was forced to Know the Ledge to make sense of the madness as I dodged the schizo bullets like a real life Neo transcending the construction in the flesh. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is but white rabbits, a couple of pills and some booty shaking may just give you a hint! The new and improved me states with a sonorous resonance:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Take it from the one that comprehends we are all, each and every one, the man behind the curtain of ignorance printed “FEAR! Stay away!” for it contains your greatest strength ergo Earth is a place to face them hence get free or thrive trying is the mindset otherwise you’ll just be tumbling and fumbling trying to make sense of the riddle wrapped in a paradox called “Being human”. I mean, consider the fact that the base totality of your reality is that you’re wearing flesh, walking around a planet, that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball off in the distance with some points, twinkling, that tell the story of the ages. Doesn’t that just sound a little bit ridiculous when you stop and think about it? Have you, ever? If not now, then when? Know the Ledge, my friend.
Till we meet again
