It is worth noting that we, at present, live in times of universal deception. The Sages of an age, long gone, said:
“The era will come where form overpowers function and what was once subtle will be lost as people wander around the maze of ignorance and mistake it for wisdom. Due to these tricks the learned will be called fools whilst those who pretend the best will be most lauded and thus the wise man will find himself in a treacherous position for if he dares speak such things he will be classed as heretic whereas those mired in the web of time at its depths need to heed most his message shall attempt to besmirch him as they don’t comprehend the light shining in their darkness“.
If you look back and ponder at who keeps sending the prophets that are killed, dead, before their teachings are certified as beyond reproach or examination we notice an equally swift quarrel does set in those who believe nigh on identical as they squabble among themselves and thus miss the wood, trees and forest of gnosis that is filled with ripe fruits for their nourishment. I guess this is why its said that the fool dies of thirst in the midst of abundance. Be water, my friend. Anyway, I say that to say this:
The true measure of spiritual advancement is not how many converts you get, the size of your ashram or the breadth of the glow around your head. It is none of theses things, in essence, as its more to do with how you show up and are present to face life and its challenges. Remember, this Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits is at its greatest depth and thus presents gifts wrapped in papers of dread and suffering. Most will run for the hills or attempt to bury said things in landfills whereas the Warrior comprehends the pain must be embraced to erase the sting as this leads to greater liberation via regaining coherence aka Inner Sense.
This is one of those things thats easily said but hard to live as most people have next to no awareness of Self and thus cannot tell when they are moving at the behest of a Pattern, are wearing a mask and performing or reacting to a wavelength which actually originates from them. Can you see why I’ve said, time and again, its vital to up your res and the metaphor that there is but one Soul in this realm who interacts with figments of his imagination that present to teach lessons he won’t admit within is quite accurate for any true spiritual aspirant. In that respect the framework means not a thing to me, neither do the labels or texts to which most cling as, at its most basic, there is one thing (itself “no thing”) that is everything and it is pure consciousness. You can think of this as a light that shines, brilliant. We have our own base resonance where we feel comfortable in one part of the EM spectrum but this very act of division as “Me” creates a “Them”, in counterswing. Some hues match. We call them friends and get on well. Others are discordant hence why you keep having the same arguments until you view from their lens and wrestle with whats within that makes it like this. This is the Path you create by walking, my friend.
I see a lot of people whom I’ve termed headgear spirituals in the sense that they wear their faith like a hat that can be taken off, as and when. Religion enSlaves fools and enlightens the wise as the former believes he can keep things hid from the all of everything by acting out of character or just plain wicked before donning said garb against whilst appearing pious to the rest. Many are in the grip of this elegant deception and shall squeal when it is mentioned. I spoke of a born again crack dealer friend who became a Muslim only to click he was faking the funk by trying to sell an image as means of disconnection from the dirt he did ergo it didn’t fit as well as his real skin with which he was no longer comfortable. In that respect the chains of karma doth clang and tinkle. Once we come to terms with unconditional Self acceptance of said blips their previous binds turn to silk and we find ourselves dressed in something most comfortable that is a one of one garment and not the off the peg equivalent that demands equal parts reverence and ignorance whilst permitting no questions or deviations from what was said, back when. This isn’t meant as blasphemous, far from it, but an alcoholic preacher did once call me the Devil for teaching his congregation that they are actually Jesus (in terms of pure consciousness) and the two thieves between whom he was crucified are the hemispheres of the head as that is how I decoded their sacred text. Many were with it as it presented a way most practical to instill this ancient wisdom in their day to day and its the same tale that was shared in Native American wisdom about the two wolves within and which one you’re feeding via your thought process.
The true measure of spiritual advancement is being able to take in the lay of the land as it is. Not as someone said, back when, or whatever deception the TV set beams in and says this is who you should chase, emulate and keep up with. Nay. Even though that way is broad, well lit and filled with people getting it in it doesn’t work, in the end, because when you come face to faceless with death one finds their old coping mechs rendered ineffective and thus the anvil to which you cling because someone stuck a label that said “Feather” on it is what causes one to sink back into this realm for another spin. Reality test. Check the blueprint of your tunnel and who etched it. “With what intent?” one should question. In that respect, your life as it manifests offers proof positive of said things because I have met many people who do very wicked things but only to those who would brutalize others whilst, on the flip, they exhibit massive tenderness that protects the weak and fatherless. Can you see how dense this is and why most are watching the same movie on a broken down black and white TV set which mangles the message due to the corrupted medium in comparison to the directors intent? Welcome to the Game, my friend. Best believe it has you at present due to the hooks placed in via the pain and suffering you refuse to admit or even acknowledge but is felt by the child within who silently nods his head in the wilderness of your chest. Read this free eBook, linked, for a greater glimpse at what kicks beneath your neck because everything is talking but so few speak the true tongue these days. This is why I’ve said that a honest man is dangerous in world of decep as he is surrounded by liars that sell elegant threads that don’t exist to a people as naked as the Emperor they’re praising…
I guess thats why they call it the job nobody wanted, eh? See, the same happened back when (as the Sages predicted) but who wanted to tell their people that, on their shift, heaven would go to hell? Instead of chaste women who appreciated the resonance of what was between their legs as the gateway beyond this realm that bought Souls in after the act of spiritual exchange (aka sex, uncontracted) to be nourished they became harlots instead as they chased paper for gains whilst not comprehending the true nature of the trade and what it brings. This is actually a very deep topic because, back when, if you asked people what popped into their head upon hearing the word “god” they stated a fertile Black women with curves, immense. When the Game dipped in res this became an angry White man in a cloud who yells. Do the Knowledge, my friend.
Now, I’m not saying we should all be Mormons or any other script. Far from it. Just be aware of the times, the life and styles and check their resonance because its very easy to follow trends but hard to set them when you’re so far ahead of the rest you’re actually coming from the chest which is, once again, why Jesus is often depicted pointing at it. I know you hear me mention he quite frequent and there is a reason because whilst I’m not a Christian there is something about the simulation of which you must be aware:
What people hold to be true or invest in is what it brings into view.
By this I mean how Sex & the City programmed an entire gen of women into believing they could have their cake, juggle a few dicks, stay thin and then ride off into the sunset with their fair prince for a life of indolent bliss with no bills paid or spending questioned. How did that work out for them, eh? The latest OnlyFans revelation builds on top of this thanks to the bit in the mid where upper class debutants and some celebs “leaked” sex tapes did the rounds on the web. By the way, before the old gods had a sex change there was a bit in the mid in which the patriarchal system created temple prostitution. Back then the bank, bar and brothel were housed in one building ergo when payday did click the menfolk claimed their scrip, had a drink and got to sex a goddess who blew their minds with what was between her legs for a few Shekels. Nothing has changed in that respect as the ones at the helm, back when, are the same at present and they still sing the same song with identical lyrics even if the beat has been remixed. Its why everything is about sex apart from the act itself as that is all about power hence why all women crave intense dominance as the solid presence of the masculine allows the flower of her presence to bloom within its safety and protection. So if you ever wondered why Pookie and Ray Ray are so attractive and the nerd gets no trim then that may just click, yes? Its also worth noting that all invention and such things were often birthed from the minds of what we’d term Incels. Nikola Tesla is a prime example of this but we’re meandering even though his own spiritual advancement was so immense that he may as well have been from another planet which is why he communicated with pigeons that shot laser beams of coherence from their eyes at him to convey messages from the depths. Philip K Dick, the man who wrote the future in which we’re about to live, had a similar imperience and I too have seen that light, shining, as its what was used as a precursor for the sex magick, drugs and hypnosis they used to manifest the intent of an early death without actualizing my mission.
This is why I can say the true measure of spiritual advancement is how you handle the bumps and bruises with a grin then think like an alchemist to flip the script as there is but one voltage when one is beyond good and evil. Thing is this level is getting more and more fragmented hence the extreme right and left split who comprehend not the savage nature of the bird, political, that sits in the mid and pimps their awareness via the house, divided. Thats a deeper topic but if you take it back to Kemet you’ll notice they, and others, venerated the serpent and the Pharaohs headdress looked much like a set of wings extended around to protect whilst the cobra popped from pineal. This was an encoded way of saying that they had conquered the R Complex and Limbic System ergo their voltage was running through the Pre Frontal Cortex at a much higher resonance than present and thats how they built the pyramids that encode the size of the Earth, distance to the moon, speed of light and all types of gifts within for those capable of doing the Knowledge. I mean, if you were to pick a simple land working man from back then and compare him to a modern genius he would look at him like a simple minded cretin in comparison to the immense amount of wisdom he possessed. The Idiocracy Effect. Kind of like the web and how the net has outsourced intelligence to the cloud with its “fact checking” coherence and legislated feelings. Tell me, do you think we’re becoming less and less human or am I reaching like Dhalsim?
Ironic, isn’t it, how that which is suppressed and right in front of them can generate the wisdom of gnosis because, once again, the myth of Jesus fits exceedingly well with the whole fungi thing that was expunged from the record and was what, I suspect, provided the visions of wheels within wheels and glimpses beyond this realm. Buddhism was the same and an old friend went off to Nepal in search of the temple hash of legend as he enjoyed headbanging and stayed higher than a giraffes genitals. Imagine my surprise when we next met and he sported not his hair metal do but a shaved head, ochre robe and sandals then said:
“You won’t believe what happened. I’m me. Always have been. The eternal, the pure, the divine spark within that sheds skin like a serpent as we swim through the abyss in a state of ignorance about whats within and its true meaning whilst misidentifying everything and believing we’re correct. Ha! So ironic!”.
He went on to detail how, on his quest, he found what he was seeking and so much more than he could have imagined as his guide took him to a place for a trip and the monk who answered said “Welcome back, old friend, it is you who we have been awaiting”. How many people don’t heed the call to adventure in this incarnation? Is there a place within you’ve always wanted to visit for reasons you can’t tell but keep putting off for some reason? The thing with poverty and living in the bricks is that escapism is often at the top of the list. This real life Otto Man did it by headbanging, drunken sex and taking any drug that presented but, all the while, he kept squirreling away a bit after what he’d heard and read was the highest high man could get when it came to the green goddess. When he had enough Shekels in his grip he and friend did jet for the adventure of a lifetime with big dreams and small pockets, present. His partner came back, quick, and said “Ottos flipped his lid” hence many are called but only the chosen ones choose themselves. I often wonder how he’s progressed in the decades since we parted. I share his tale as the true measure of spiritual advancement as its about quieting the noiZ to hear the Psylense and going where it lead, like a true alchemist, to find the gold within…
All of that said, and as a parting comment to inspire conversation:
What if your phone is the antichrist as per Islamic legend which posits a furry friend (wifi signals) and a demonic form with one eye, big, that deceives the whole world with its camera tricks via the black mirror effect? Wouldn’t that be something? What if the true measure of spiritual advancement could be summed up with one word and that said:
Do the Knowledge, my friend, for it won’t do itself. That is your challenge to accept or reject as per the Valley of the Plebs at present.
Till we meet again
