Some people have the wrong impression that I diss religion and call it a tool for mass manipulation. Well. it is this but only if you don’t Know the Ledge as all texts have, at least, two levels of interpretation as evidenced by the whole “Jesus is a metaphor for consciousness“. Today we’ll skip all this and get down to the practical metaphysics of why you need to beleaf in a higher power. You’ll note that spell is different and that is because it tells you many things. Chief among them how you are a part of a larger aspect and how the current manifestation of its resonance can shift with the seasons but, in essence, you’re immortal but only if you’re identified with the whole thing and not the small bit, dig:
Imagine you are playing a Game on your Tell Lie Vision screen. The character within exists in a world of pixels that have a preset arrangement of limits on what is possible. Lets take this a step further and suggests the control inputs you send manifest as a voice in its head that tells it what to do next. It could also have its own whims and, if of a philosophical bent, could wonder how it could be that which talks when its Self evident its the thing that listens. Did you spot that? Thats the start of beleaf, in full effect as it clicks the rudiments of the deception ergo it unfolds the potential to transcend its awareness, programmed in via a script. If it comes to comprehend there is an actual, factual flesh and blood human that sits on the other side of a black mirror controlling its actions its leveling up. Can you imagine the convos that would kick between it and its friends upon realization of this which, to us, is beyond questioning? Kind of like the willhelpme project, yes? Anyway, that is my definition of beleaf because what most worship at a distance is actually their consciousness but with a label and scripture attached to it ergo we’re gods in the flesh who are, currently, drenched in ignorance that points our attention anywhere but within.
Thats the main problem hence why one needs to become totally disconnected in the sense of not allowing your awareness to spin and grasp at whatever filth they’re throwing within. I do recommend a dopamine detox for this as it can swiftly bring you face to faceless with your Opponent as he hates the Psylense for he exists to destroy it. Most are identified with its narrative and, because it can only extend its conquest to the chlorophyll element, its scared to death of death and wants as much pleasure it can get on this spin. This isn’t you, my friend. Its akin to a fungal infection that wishes to invade the tree but will make do with feeding on what it ejects as it lacks its own connection. 81% are the grip of this parasite of consciousness and if you try and disconnect them they’ll fight to defend what attacks them. Its kind of brilliant, isn’t it? So slick that its almost invisible and this is why nobody seems to click that children step in, glowing, but this shine rapidly dims. Where does it vanish? To another dimension which is filled with spirituality wicked intent and the Souls of men who wish to be kings of deception and camera tricks. This is what you’re up against, this is the true challenge of this level of the Game we all play using our Souls as credits and not whatever the “Supposed To” boxes said. Think about it, for a sec. There is no relationship, possession, sexual escapade or accolade you can possess that doesn’t dim once the hit of a quick fix is revealed to be nothing else than false illumination backed with projection and expectation. This is why the thrill of the hunt often beats the conquest and a great many other things in life most won’t admit.
If could flick a switch that made you rich or fearless, which one would you pick? Think about it, scribble ink as proof positive, then read the article before getting back to this.
See what I mean about a controller beyond the veil that pumps signals from the fringe to overlay its impressions? Using the controller example its akin to this being wireless and the hacker in question using a man in the middle attack which causes not only the true playa problems (and immense frustration) but has the character wondering why things seem to be in opposition and often feel incoherent. Tell me this doesn’t describe your life, pretty well? As always, my challenge to the reader is not to accept a thing but reality test with the intent of disproving my perspect as I’m certain you can recall, with no effort needed, a time when the voice in your head said “Do it” then, later on that PM, you regretted your actions as it seemed to pile in with a thorough kicking that left your emotions ragged. This is why negative thoughts are there to challenge but the first step is comprehension you aren’t the voice but he who listens. This is the difference that makes all the difference as the next connection is comprehending you aren’t the leaf that was born to bud, flourish then wither as it dips but the actual process of transformation which manifests as a living essence, eternal. Just visiting aka in but not of this realm. This is upping your res as when it clicks everyone is caught up in the mix then an immense empathy doth swell along with a get free or thrive trying mindset as you spot the fix is in, the deck is rigged and chips are fake as they’re etched with a small print that says:
“Warning: We sell all the money thats fit to print and its backed by absolutely nothing but the investment of cretins who think we have their best interests sitting in the void in chests so don’t expect a thing from us beyond deceptive tricks”.
That is why celebs – who are held up as examples to sample – are awash in addictive substances and maladaptive behaviors which often lead to the lament, in private:
“How was I to know I was much happier being broke, back when, compared to how they’ve left me broken and scared to admit I have a problem with Self acceptance because if my career bricks then I’m back to being no one after almost hitting it big”.
This they cannot admit but its something I’ve heard, ear to lips. I was, thankfully, warned to keep my distance but even that didn’t offer a true hint about the nature of the seas in which I was swimming and the creatures, inhabiting. I have had many such invitations from seemingly disparate cliques that all offer the same thing:
“Hey there, rising star on the pavement, align with us and we’ll make it kick and take your talent to a level you currently cannot imagine. Just sign your name on this X and don’t worry bout the rest as we’ll fill it in, as and when. Do you accept?”.
Nope. Not today or threemorrow either. That, as you may guess, made me less than popular with them. Such are the perks and perils of rejecting a pretty bish because a pretty bish thinks no one would ever do this as she’s got what they’re all seeking and thus moves like this. But thats another topic.
You are the higher power ergo you are fundamentally perfect. Its like the sun of reality, shining, but covered by clouds of ignorance that cause it to dim. What they don’t tell is they have solar panels stitched on their rear ends to absorb that goodness in then they urinate on your head and expected thanks for the raining. This describes, real well, the inner realms of billions and many would rather die than admit it as they’re busy running the treadmill to pay electric bills for the fake illumination they’re surrounded with. They are petrified of the darkness as it hints the cloud aspect times ten but its only here one finds enlightenment. Me? I had no choice. They chased me throughout realms, timelines and incarnations to get to this occasion and, upon stepping in, the ritual abuse began and the only shelter left after their many invasions was the place I mentioned above your head, in this article. This is akin to the leaf reverse engineering its feels to get to the tree and it sits at the borderline where the fungus snaps and whines as it believes it has all its in grip but now, darkness, the tables shall turn as I came with a whip not as a man but symbol of alchemy in the flesh and thus my thanks I extend for showing me the outs and ins as I’ve built a quite accurate sketch of your tricks down to the subcellular imprint as well as the celestial equivalent and, guess what, it all takes place inside my consciousness.
That is a mind bender, if ever there was one as its akin to an organism realizes its components are busy arguing among themselves like the digits on your fist engaging in a rebellion and forgetting their greatest strength is their complementary opposition. In this example they’d all Thunk they’re the nails and not fingers thus miss the most obvious link to the palm in the mid and from whence this extends. This is akin to the leaf comprehending that its not just the tree but Earth as well as the sun, skies and rest. This is Inner Sense, my friend, don’t leave this realm without it as it was your ticket in and is needed for your personal exodus. The rest is sheer noiZ, pure Adulteration and it aims to mix in its influence so the character made of pixels does as instructed by a set of parallel whims that often contradict whats truly best for it. Stranger still, should you disconnect, others around in your Game will attempt to hack in and influence as they feel an innate sense of treason by your developing freedom and this was said, real well, when Jesus sketched the following:
“Your own peeps will try and do you in. They’re the worst you can get, in that respect, as they had access Twenty Four/Seven and poured into you what they hated about themselves then dared to punish without addressing the root of the problem. Its why not all skinfolk are kinfolk and various other tricks designed to lure you in to a life of spiritual ignorance of your actual magnificence”.
Truer words have never been said, in my imperience, hence I typed this text to help you Know the Ledge as life is a most precarious deal in which the T&Cs are hastily clicked by those who wish to get to the content. Ever wondered why the Oracle made Neo accept a “cookie” before they progressed? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend, and wouldn’t you know it, Mr Anderson himself is Jesus in fancy dress as they keep repeating the same thing but presenting facts as fiction in order to scratch the itch for liberation with a make believe conquest instead and this leads, real well, the allure of video games and how, once upon a when, the politicos said they were a problem but now they encourage them and the firms have built in “achievements” as a way of relieving stress for the Soul who sits in a job, end dead, as he runs the treadmill, doing what he detests to pay the bills and then comes home to vent then feels like he’s done it big when, in reality, its just another trick played by the pixels to ensure the leaf doesn’t click ergo Know the Ledge. Prove me incorrect. This is my challenge and it brings the kind of gains that death cannot even manhandle as you click you’re pure consciousness and that, my friend, is the only ticket out of this realm as its a light as feather thing, ya dig?
Till we meet again
