The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl. Well, not literally of course but it works perfectly for this example to sketch the structure of higher realms inside your consciousness. Check this:
Imagine that the song and dance of your life is etched on that disc that spins. It is the cause of this effect and thus the piper you will be paying for playing this Game where you inserted your Soul as a credit in exchange for some skin that pretends sentience in a world made of pixels and information. Actually, lets pretend that the needle the skips across the surface of all of this and makes it happen is the Self same thing so when I say Soul from now on you read “unfinite awareness” aka The Witness aka the blind spot that gives you vision and makes it all possible whilst remaining invisible. Man, I really wanted to keep this easy. Lets pick the needle up and drop it again as we take it from the top with a remix:
The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and as the song of life plays it creates your existence on the Earth plane below which swims through and is sustained by it. As you would expect the disc is etched, the performance baked in ergo free will is an illusion because the track will do what it did. This is where it gets interesting because this higher dimensional record actually works on depths and this is why you can instantly guess if you are the best or wackest version of your Self as you intuit it and know what you are capable of becoming. There are levels to this as there is more than the surface presents, my friend. Up your res:
Like the above but more refined as we’re dealing with the OG tech and not a silicon based equivalent. Remember back when when real vinyl was a thing? I always found it fascinating that I could turn the volume down to zilch and yet the needle would sing what was on the record. In that respect the larger was simply an echo that was amplified of the smaller which was replaying what was already written. Life is just like this. Does the song know? Does it even care as it skips through the air and shifts the mood with its vibrations or is it so caught up in the moment as it feels the beat fly through it as it enjoys the experience. This is the childs natural state, I call it Inner Sense. Rather quickly this will dim as Adulteration is added in swifter and swifter increments.
Musically speaking, as we extend the metaphor and its frame of reference, this is akin to the record starting to skip. Obviously that would be very irritating if it went on without an end but as anyone who has been in a loud place can attest, you end up tuning it out and don’t even notice. As said a man, once upon a when, who lived between two bowling allies. Can you imagine this feeling? No? You should because you’re living it and it causes a constant state of vague irritation along with the sense something is missing and an ever increasing numbness as you cling to fragments of the past and stretch toward future promises that say it will all be different. Then you’ll be dead and, thanks to your meekness, the Earth ye shall inherit as its thrown over your casket. There is one born every moment and they are Adulterated just as quick.
Obviously it takes a certain type of nutter to stop and question the paradigm because it means you’d have to link so many disparate things that are rarely (if ever) mentioned in modern civilization. Chief among them being that the Fourth Dimension is akin to a piece of vinyl that spins using your Soul as the needle which springs the song of your life in the Game you’re currently playing. But wait! The needle, it skips. Exactly as intended because frustration and suffering are all the rage on the global plantation for this level at the moment but that is only for those of the world. Not those who are merely in. Just visiting and offering some hints and tips and how to get the best out of this adventure in the flesh.
High above all of this in the Prime Dimension sits the one who chose the set list and spins the vinyl. The one who not only put the needle on the record but also furnished the impetus, the elan vital, the quintessence that renders the rest possible. This is who you are, in and beyond this realm. Its been called many things by many people ranging from all kinds of divine epithets (and as many reasons to kill your fellow men) to the more prosaic, and yet accurate, Higher Self. Lets trace over the sketch another time so you can pencil it into your awareness:
You, as in your truest aspect, picks up a record and slaps it on the deck. As the needle (which is akin to what you’d call the mind in this and thus totally private yet also influencing the public) is lined up perfect on the disc that spins (aka the Fourth Dimension) a sperm meets and egg and nine months later a baby steps in singing the song it was born with on its lips. With me so far? Cool. Lets add in some details:
Using the musical metaphor for existence makes a heck of a lot of sense because a) Its far more accurate than anything else you can think because its all vibration and b) its really easy to grasp how Self evident this framework is when you consider things like relationships. Two people that get on well will have beats that match in terms of styles and rhythms. Those you clash with will be playing tracks with wildly divergent BPMs that sometimes sync and most times sound like a hot mess instead. Sometimes you meet someone and it starts off perfect because everything is thumping as intended and each brings to the mix what the other was lacking but this swiftly dims and you’re left wondering why you even bothered as you’re stuck with someone you hate and won’t drift due to fear of loneliness and the alternative. I could go on with this but I’m certain you’ve just had a straight line in Tetris moment reading this as this was the basis of an algorithm I’d written back when that will help people to pick the perfect partner for a relationship based upon the ideas of this concept.
The song has its ups and downs. Its own beat and swell. Some times are quiet lulls and others you feel the pressure building up immense as it looks for the vent of the drop to kick in. Sadly most people die with their music within because the interference of the one, the only, System. The System is society at large. The world and all that was in it before you ever stepped in and its interested in propagating itself. In that respect its akin to a noisy neighbor who lives below your accommodation smacking the ceiling with a broom to get your attention as they don’t like the sound of the music you’re bumping. Picture a child at school being taught to “Sit still, look straight ahead, do as we instructed and we’ll give you a medal” and you’ll have a clear pic of the whole carrot and stick thing they use to override your Inner Sense. In this respect that is the life you are truly here to live and, for Warriors at least, the challenge they accept and relish as they go to war with the Adulterated (false) self in order to ensure the correct captain is back at the helm of their carbon based vessel for this adventure in the flesh.
Why is it like this? Who knows? There is a group, the Slave/Masters I call them, who number at 11% and they have their prints all over this caper. The rest, 81%, are Slaves as they are numbed to their Inner Sense and like to pretend they can’t hear their record skip as they live lives of quiet desperation that are generally filled with immense amounts of stress and suffering that is only balanced by wishful thinking and vast quantities of distractions. The Warriors come in at 8% and see through the narrative and I, as one of them, have been reverse engineering reality and what I’m sharing is just my perspective with the intent that will help increase the best in your life because reality is plastic in that respect and its pretty much a case of what you can get away with. And that they did. The Slave/Masters as they are are a criminal organization, par excellence, that pulled off the ultimate trick of making themselves seem not only legit but honorable and beyond reproach or question. Something, something spiritual wickedness well hid in places above your station or “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain”. Lets spin it back again. This is the remix!
You, in the Prime Dimension, are made of a clear kind of light that feels like silk and shines with an unfinite brilliance. Its what pours from the presence of children and its the Self same thing that dims as the needle of their Soul – which is playing the Four D vinyl that is the basis of their existence – starts to skip due to the influence of the System which wants nothing less than to ensure you are miserable but don’t fully realize this (because then you may do something and thats bad for business).
Now, if you, here, now, on this plane have been placed inside a reality box you neither chose nor wanted the first thing is realizing you’re within it in order to transcend it. In that respect you can ask “What is common between me living the song interrupted as the needle skips and I pretend really hard not to hear it as well as the Selecta himself who doesn’t offer any form of correction or fix?”. What is the answer? Psylense.
Psylense is (as the name suggests) quite quiet but (as the name hints) it also offers a type of vision that can alter ones awareness. In that respect it would take the song that is playing (itself an effect) to realize it was skipping (Self reflection and observation) which births sentience. As one listens to the loop click around on itself it becomes obvious there is a problem which caused this to stick because what once flowed freely and was creative is now damned in the literal and metaphorical sense. This creates an immense opportunity for transcendence and thus hard times come bearing the gift of the ultimate win but only to those who can unwrap the cosmic riddle of the present by being in the moment. What do I mean by this?
What does every piece of music in the world feature (always has and always will) but nobody ever hears or notices? Really think about it. Better yet, stop reading this and discuss this with friends (online or digital plus imaginary as well. No discrimination) then come back because its so much more rewarding when you work it our for your Self than being spoon fed.
The answer is silence. Hoo! Ain’t that something. The something which is “no thing” that is everything as it makes it possible. In that respect you could say the opposite of this Prime, pristine presence is something I call the noiZ and it does exactly what it says on the tin. The noiZ made your neighbor bang that broom with an intent relentless that caused your record to skip and doomed you to living a predictable existence that you don’t dare question for fear of the answers which I’ve been sketching into your consciousness via this topic we’re examining. If, in that chaos and the numbness it begets in order to maintain a semblance of sanity for survival, one accidentally trips over or finds the Psylense (which comes from being Centered in Self or focusing on that which never changes and rests between the static) then the Fourth Dimension itself is felt. Suddenly you are a cause and the vinyl that spins is effected.
The next steps quickly outline that what you think you are inside your head that does the thinking is no such thing as your Soul has never truly entered this realm via this carbon based vessel. “I am the needle” you think and the implications are earth-shattering. Its a dangerous path, in many respects, because those who don’t handle the increased voltage correct often end up as schizophrenics. Not for nothing, didn’t you ever click how they always said “Something unknown is putting thoughts in my head” and yet the supposedly sane and well adjusted never question (or even guess) that the voice in their head isn’t them even though it controls their thoughts, deeds and actions. Man, that was a bit deep for what is supposed to be a sketch but I’m just showing the depth of this metaphor as there are levels to this. Speaking of:
If we look closely at the vinyl and the song the Selecta picked for this session in order to experience the passion of being in the flesh upon the Earth as he sings and dances his lives performance we notice there are layers etched into the metaphysical vinyl. With the path of least resistance you are swept constantly downhill and the best is often in the past with future wishes being placed on something that may or may not happen. For some its a lottery check for others its death and heaven. Either way they grasp at solutions like a drowning man to a brick even though its ineffective and thus all part of the trick they’re playing on themselves. The Path of Power, on the flip is akin to iceskating uphill and takes a lot of effort and skill. Way more than the Slaves think they possess. Actually, this in itself is ironic because the only reason they feel so tired and exhausted is the immense amount of subconscious effort they put in to try and pretend they don’t notice the song of their life is (and has been) skipping since back when. To change anything you must accept everything and thus you are the cause of all problems in this realm and also the vehicle for its salvation. Heavy, isn’t it? What else would it be because it all plays out inside your awareness. Whether in the Fifth as the Selecta, the Fourth as the needle (which is the Soul you inserted as a credit) as it skips over the vinyl that contains the song of your existence down to the Third where at this moment there is something psylent within that nodding its head inside your chest and abdomen as it knows intuitively what I’m speaking is correct as it recollects and knows the deal.
In between these two poles is the only thing that ever exists and the one thing most spend their entire life trying to escape its grip. The present moment. Here is where you’ll find the Psylense but you’ve got to get past a lifetime of conditioning that produced your Adulterated awareness and the clutch of a familiar devil you know best. Did you ever stop to think how that word which many detest actually reps lived in reverse ergo they gave you the hint and told you what to expect as you accepted it. All due to Thunking you had no other options. Terrible. Terrible. The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
What is the past if not presents that have been just as the future lays revealed based on what seeds you plant in the moment. To many these words can seem like terrible omens as it forces them to glance at their lives unexamined and this can seem like a fate worse than death. This is why my message will only ever be comprehended by 8% of Souls walking around on the planet and the rest will either hate, ignore or protest its content. Its not because of me, but them. Stop and consider for a moment:
Lets pretend you had a top notch composition that had been penned, etched and recorded into the vinyl of the Fourth Dimension for this spin of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. The length of this track, as intended, was full of all kinds of thrills, spills and passion and was breath taking in its scope and intent. It ran from zero to eighty six and was perfectly in tune with the unfinite. Now, imagine that instead of it unfolding as intended you got a couple of decades in and the record started skipping and from that moment on your life becomes a retread. Lets pretend that you’ve been doing this for twenty, thirty or forty years at least. Can you see why the idea of freedom would seem like a threat? By now the skip has been recoded to seem comfortable. Lick a clock that tocks and ticks, it feels like the heartbeat of life itself. Sure there is no more rhythm or suspense but who cares because by now your joints are aching and you can’t remember the last time you allowed yourself to sing. This is the average Slaves inner realm and they’ll fight to death to protect it because it beats the alternative. Its also why they never question the fact that children are born glowing and then become dimmed, just like them, until they too propagate new Souls into this realm that end up just as miserable only to do it all again.
They say the sign of madness is doing the same things again and expecting different. What does that say of the entire human race as collective? Get my drift?
What I’ve just sketched is the basics of my OS, the wetware I’ve custom built to navigate higher states of awareness because I clicked the record skips and wanted to do something about it. Now listen, I’m not saying I want you to throw out the Adulteration of the System and just slot my perspective in instead because that would be just as worthless. No. Want I want is for you to look within and then write me a pencil sketch based on your own perceptions so we can compare notes and together we uplift the collective because the Game is a team effort hence it takes a nation of billions to hold back one childs Inner Sense.
The Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and god is a Selecta from this lens. Not only are you it but that as well and all in the middle because, if you’ll recollect, there is only one thing (itself “no thing”) that is everything in this realm. Can you hear the Psylense?
Till we meet again
