I’ve said, previously, that most Souls drive their machine like its an automatic shift except they were trained to move into first gear then scream it to hell till death. Not many stopped to think:
“Wait a sec, they said I have to press this pedal in then we move, yes? What if I tried that again once we were already in motion?“.
That, in a nutshell, is why neutral is the fastest speed and the Psylense is the universal constant that is everywhen at once as the base element of reality and potential for action that makes this dimension possible. The limits of light, sound and the rest dance within it and are given definition by its invisible presence which is why you’ll never tip the limits on the level that created them but, from above, its akin to folding the sheet of Flatland and, to those plugged in, you’ve just teleported from one side of the island to the next, in an instant.
Lets pretend you’re a regular pleb and you met a Trickster type of dude who showed you how to do this but, in exchange for the skill, he made you promise up your entire lineage to him, like Rumplestiltskin. Have you ever actually decoded that spell? The first bit a wrinkle in need of ironing (like a facelift) or problem needing fixing by digging a hole in the desert. Stilts like ladders are used to reach beyond ones standard and there we have the skin you’re wearing. Put it together and we have the man who now leaps across flat buildings and bops from one place to the next with no need of transportation. To him the dude who hit him off with the connect would be god, yes? “I mean, who else can unleash such wonder and reverence?” he says. To the death he would defend him and he ensures his bloodline is all in so they too get to save money on public transportation. Not that they have any option as he pledged their Souls before they even stepped into the realm. But, thats another topic:
Just like the space between the gears lets you feel the shift as you up your resonance its also the same with silence that underpins every sing hit anyone has ever made and ever will. In that respect you could say, quite correct, that the Psylense is the best back up band in every ensemble in this realm and this is the Selfsame thing as the Ether, previously mentioned, and its also what sits in between each thought in your head as they are akin to ink dripped onto a canvas. The most amazing thing is you are it, my friend. Not only the thinker, thinking and thoughts but a whole load more most never stop to comprehend as the complex interplay of so many different elements can best be described with this vision:
This is why schizos flip and you hear people say they’re “going to pieces” as well as the tripper who attests they felt what they accepted as a (false) self dying a death as they came to a greater state of resonance and coherence which made their old version seem like a Flatland delusion called being human. This is why neutral is the fastest speed as it reaches beyond the galaxy, dimensions and any other realm you can imagine in an instant. Don’t believe? Prove me incorrect:
Lets pretend you are standing on the Moon and looking at the Earth as the solar system does its thing.
How long did that take? Pretty quick, yes? Thats the speed of Psylense, my friend, and it can be leveraged to apply in everything, anywhen, as its your natural birthright and gift. Did you know that space is only Sixty miles away? The problem is, gravity gets in the way. Your negative thought Patterns, habituated, are what I term Adulteration and this is what prevents, for most, the resonance of Inner Sense from shining. At death you meet the escape velocity of skin but most sentient snowmen are so used to be frozen that they cling to the event and thus become ghosts in the shell, feeding off the living. That is another huge topic but now you know, real well, why you sensed being stared at when alone, at home, and looked directly at… absolutely nothing.
There is so much more to this Game that you have been led to be believe and I mean that in terms of both homonyms as we are on the lowest stage ergo the above only applies if you’re willing to think like an alchemist and shift base to higher resonance. In the Valley of the Plebs this is seen as nonsense as they believe the script that was programmed into their heads as the way it is and have never stopped to introspect or even question how the heck they can be the voice in their head if they are that which listens? That is how simple it truly is, my friend. Taking it back to Flatland, if someone popped off the page and onto the desk where the paper sat he’d be faced with a brand new dimension that already existed but, to his old frame of reference, was way beyond his comprehension. Whilst it may not be turtles all the way down you can say peacocks on the rise is most accurate as Earth to the realm above this is the same level of dumbing down you’d see if you were, right now, rendered paper thin. But, on the flip, if you were born into that world it would be as invisible as water to a fish. Welcome to the paradox of man in which many forget the brain is a device of reality creation that is designed to make an illusion seem solid as there is truly nothing “out there” beyond what you project from within and then interact with which can seem totally mind bending until it clicks that the singular schizophrenic is simply divergent from the collective hallucination everyone accepts as fact without reality testing. Ponder this:
A man hallucinates he has a dog. His distortion field is so strong that everyone around buys in and accepts it as fact as its so standard and nondescript. Lets say someone takes a pic and, to their surprise, his furry friend is missing. These days they may write that off as a curious AI glitch in their phones editing software until the next time they see him around and ask where his pet is. He looks as you like you’ve lost your mind and points at the space in front of him. You, however, don’t perceive a thing as that slice of gnosis has altered your internal OS. You stop a stranger, passing by, and he says its right there and describes exactly what you recollect and even reaches down to interact with it. You take in the view and it all seems totally accurate as you can almost imagine what he’s seeing but, to you, it doesn’t exist.
What would you do in this situation because whilst it may sound ridiculous its worth bearing in mind that everyone on the planet – except the so called “mad man” – falls for optical illusions. See what I’m saying? If the nutter and the well adjusted pleb were both, in one instance, to come to neutral both would become instantly enlightened as they were no longer red or blue shifted and thus Centered in Self which is the way of the Warrior who walks the Path of Power as he comprehends that not only is the only Soul in this realm that interacts with figments of his imagination but that others are also on their own personal trip that sells the concept of “being human” like its the only Game in town. A very simple way of proving this is by the fact that when you sleep and dream the scenes seem plausible and realistic until you online a higher aspect of consciousness that makes you shake your head at the sheer ridiculousness of what kicked. I, personally, hypothesize (based on observation and participation with many so called schizophrenics) what we see with them is akin to the lines between these visions and reality becoming blurred due to hemispheric imbalance, systemic inflammation and a few other blips that would make your mind melt. The reason for this is they, on some level, reject the programming and thus the seemingly solidity of the illusion of reality starts deconstructing. The true cause of this, I suspect, is they were Shamans or medicine men in a previous spin and the old habits of perceptual shifting and extending resonance are still etched in their consciousness. The alchemist shifts speeds of consciousness by using the gear box of his heart to over rule his mind which wishes to sit in its habitual brainwaves and this, to the common man, is known as a Flow State but even that is only the fringe of peak performance as demonstrated by the testament of the Sages of yore who were, without tech, able to describe the orbits and composition of far off planets or the movement of subtle energetics around the human body.
If we still had this skill who would’ve invented tech ergo the Game is made this way but that doesn’t mean a custom OS isn’t an option as it most certainly is. I mean, how many people do you truly know that like themselves? How many who unconditionally accept the same thing, exactly as it is? Thats the first step to becoming Centered and from this the rest doth shift as you click everything exists inside your consciousness and that, itself, is not of this realm but simply visiting after winning a ticket to play the Game of Souls on its hardest level, at present. If you look into the tale of John Nash you’ll find not only a mathematical genius but one who thought Einstein was a fraudulent idiot with a good PR team (Tesla agreed) and there were aspects beyond the fringe of everyday consciousness that were broadcasting signals to his mind and when he decided to check this they said he’d flipped his lid and medicated him against his will. In many ways I can say he was totally correct but he approached from the opposite perspective as he was firmly jammed in second gear whilst the terrain had shifted. Actually, lets extend the meta:
The first speed that everyone accepts is akin to walking along the road. One clutch dip and you’re suddenly running ergo powering past everyone with way less effort and stress as it feels totally natural. Do the same again and something interesting happens as you are suddenly flying and thus free from gravities surly grip and, stranger still, your actions are moving at the speed of intent. This is where, I suspect, his rocket faltered as it seems he was born in second gear anyway and there was no wealth of information via the net for him to access nor were said topics more popular on the fringe, back when. When you shift again you are no longer interfacing with the Earth at all but flying through the planets in a spaceship as you zip around the solar systems and take in the glories, distant, but actually way closer than most think. This is why the Vedic Sages said Jupiter was a jolly fat fellow with golden tints that was exceedingly generous whilst Saturn they labelled as old, dark skinned and walking with a limp as both describe not only their chemical make up and composition but orbit as well down the fact that the gas giants expel more energy than they receive from the Sun. We didn’t find this out as a race until thousand of years hence ergo this is no mere navel gazing BS but something anyone can cross reference. Same with the Dogon who knew all about Sirius A and B as well as their orbits. All over the planet from the Native American Spirit Land to Aborigine Dreamtime we see exactly the same things being mentioned, time and again and each one attests:
“Neutral is the fastest speed“.
Some would get themselves there via ecstatic dance that whipped their body into a frenzy to propel the mind to higher states of resonance. The Sufis would whirl and twirl until they created a localized antigravity field that bought them better in tune with the unfinite whilst the South American culture were known to retire to caves for extended periods of either sonorous drumming or total darkness and silence as both caused crystalline visions to explode into their consciousness. This is, I suspect, exactly what peeps into the mind of schizos but its akin to being given advanced holophone tech and flashing the firmware of a Nokia brick as their wetware isn’t equipped to handle the strength of the spec and its innate processing. Many don’t care. They took the programming so well that the alternative seems outsane. Have you ever considered that term, my friend? If “sane” is a place then those “in” it are obviously correct, yes? I could write a thesis on the spells of the Devilish language but ask you to imagine this:
You rise from bed tomorrow feeling amazing. You can’t quite tell what the reason for the shift is but you feel spry, confident and energetic. Unbeknownst to you you have shifted into a parallel reality in which everything is quite identical to that which left. With one difference:
People use the phrase “Strength” to describe where you were once weak. No more “weak daze” but, instead, you are strengthened. This is why you feel so awesome, so correct, so resonant and present. Its a gift, my friend, unwrap it and then consider awakening the Warrior within, recoding your internal OS and comprehending why neutral is the fastest speed as it is thee, eternally, for you’re an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing made flesh who is simply awaiting for you to realize this.
Till we meet again
