Imagine a pyramid inside your head. At the base we have all the regularness of life that must be handled so food, water, shelter, the occasional hug and kiss along with a feeling of being wanted. Note, apart from the first two the rest can or cannot be present
I want you to imagine a process that looks like a triangle. A clear light pours into it from a place you can’t currently intuit but perceive non the less. Gravity kicks in and it fills the bottom end which is the largest aspect. You look closer at the light and notice its taken on a rough sort of denseness. If the original shine was like the finest silk, beautifully woven and delicate this new stuff is like sack cloth. Tough, hardwearing and resilient but not exactly what you want pressed against your skin. Never mind, we’re here to just observe so forget the judgements and lets keep noticing what is. You feel a shift in this triangle. There is now a sense of presence and solidity that keeps it anchored firmly in the present. “Interesting” you think, as the clear light ever present keeps doing its thing and the triangle is filled toward the mid. “Ah, thats fascinating” you opine, running your fingertips across the smooth fibers which have now taken on a sensation closer to rough cotton. Sturdy, durable and a noticeable improvement to the coarse original. “An all round involution” you think as you feel the energy pour in to the middle of structure within which you’re standing. There is a corresponding shift in your awareness. Its like the basic needs have been filled and there is an upwelling of something creative, the desires are less primal about survival and more emotive. It feels like you’re being caressed by this light woven as cotton that is steadily increasing in its refinement as it currently brushes up against your awareness and feels like linen. It is a smooth, inviting, quite pleasurable sensation that makes you want to gift other people this state so they too can feel it. Whilst in these swirls and streams, set adrift on bliss, you become aware that this shift corresponded with the filling of the mid as you are slowly but surely approaching the apex.
Lets take time to reflect. There was a structure, made of three points. A triangle in the local dialect. Into it came pouring a special kind of light that wasn’t just seen but felt. It was impressive in the fact that it had no beginning nor end. It just is and from this presence a condensation was felt occurring and the sack cloth happened. At the time it was a tad jarring because the contrast was immense. But it had a reassuring heft and durability is king even when dressed as a peasant as its fit for the occasion so you settle in and enjoy the feeling of solidity it brings. Until a seamless process of refinement occurred. Even as you sit and run the interconnected fabric through your fingertips you can’t tell where the rough cotton begins and the sack cloth ends. And yet there it is. A clear demarcation that is Self evident when comparing a long thread but no matter how closely you examine you can’t spot the shift in resonance as its all so harmonic and correct. Never mind, this feels like something else as we delved into back when as its connotations are more subjective, a felt sense that is exceedingly present and one feels the stirring of an inkling to gift this to others so their own triangles may fill with such pleasant effects. At this point you feel timeless, hence the use word of drift as its like being held aloft and coasting on a wind but now, as we approach the tip, a definite acceleration kicks in as the ever refining cotton now becomes linen.
Here there is a quickening as there is limited space left and yet each thread is that much more intense providing a grip of sensations and implications that the other states couldn’t manifest as it was not only beyond their function but resonance as they were caught up in being dense. This here however feels like a rocket powered jet, powered by intention that can take you anywhen. Just think it, you’re there. Imagination is the name, the word in itself a huge hint about the Game because a nation of magicians can, if they so wish, choose to conjure wisdom into ignorance or fall for anothers tricks if they’re willfully unaware of the process. Thats another subject but worth considering, nonetheless. Getting back to it:
There is an odd sense of time-space dilation. The rules previously at work in the pyramid don’t apply in the higher state of resonance because even though the area is theoretically smaller the refinement of the linen, the range of signals you’re processing as well as the fact that there literally appears to be no limits as whatever you can think of fits within this precipice as you continue to make your ascent, filled with a reverential sense of wonderment that is fueled by the previous states and resonance that were earlier mentioned. To say it feels good would be an understatement. Its like an orgasm of consciousness, pure bliss that comes in waves of transcendence and immense leaps of imagination where you land on a step that didn’t exist till you thought of it only to take off like the wind and as you’re flying you discover a jet wired in that means you can appear wherever you think just my minding your will and setting your intent.
As you’ve no doubt spotted this is the same process of refinement that turned the initial thread to hessian then shifted it to cotton before doing what it does to allow the linen to creep in. Now, here we are, approaching the apex in a state that takes the best of everything and its at this moment we zoom out of the subjective and see you, sitting, standing or lying at the place you’ve chosen to express the creativity within and it comes out pouring with the simple, direct strength and elegance as you Witnessed in the process within. The tools of your instrument are flying as they bring forth what was within, the same refinement has gone full circle and what you’re shaping is imbued with the same initial silken awareness that poured in. Except now its gone through the process of reduction and expansion which is unique to yourself and its crystalizes your vision into a way that expresses and impresses best your highest aspect of Self.
Go, you know exactly what to do next. Go and make it happen.
That is what happens inside the private realm of the creative. Now, technology is a bish because it handles its business by throwing a finely aimed wrench into this process. It can occur at any point you let it because you are the prime mover and shaker in all of this. What do I mean? Think of it like this:
The pyramid we spoke of is made of glass. Clear and full of strength with its solidity and structured presence. You could, if you so wish, throw the wrench yourself and shatter it before any clear light has poured in. Like a man in an oasis who dies of thirst because he didn’t think he could take a sip of what was abundantly present due to the misuse of his ignorance he dies with the thought of what he was seeking upon his parched lips. Not a very nice type of existence but this type can be considered the addict who strikes out in search of a hit and in the process damages the very vehicle of his salvation. In this process the bish I mentioned who provided the wrench to him is tech. She is beautiful and seductive, cradles his head to her chest and whispers “Give me your awareness” so it is her he looks at first thing and late at night before he rests. In her artificial glow he seeks something that he knows is missing from within and she gladly furnishes more wrenches for him to throw at the structure which replenishes and rebuilds each time it gets hit because its a war for attention and she is a jealous mistress who wants all she can get.
Next is the one who can avoid this temptation and now sits surrounded by sack cloth complaining about how they don’t like that, or this. Generally moaning about the discomfort to which the bish says “I can break you out! Here, take this” and hands him a wrench. He smashes the seeming tool of his imprisonment and is feverent in his reverence to the one who granted him freedom and thus she remains whilst not strictly the centre of his mind, a seeming life line that he turns to when things get thick and she is always ready to provide comfort and distraction.
There a few who resist this and take the roughness of the process and feel the cotton which is quite a pleasurable thing. It feels pretty amazing but they can’t think of how they can let other people experience it. Because they are generally good natured and wish to share their gifts they find a sense of frustration creeping in in the sense of it feels so good its actually irritating that no one else can get the subjective. “I’ve got an idea” she slinks into their awareness “We’ll take a pic. I’ll stand outside and you take this wrench and throw it at the pyramid then as the cotton comes pouring out you make a leap toward the lens and we’ll share it with the people” “Yeah!” they think “I’m digging this” because it seems to tick so many boxes as its bold, dramatic, shows them at their best and lets others indulge in a fraction of what they felt and is sure to uplift. Tinkle tinkle, click click. Till they’re back in again and repeating the process. Just like the previous level of addict they need ever increasing and larger hits just to get what they were chasing and they are both truly ignorant of the nature of the trick for which they keep falling as well as the prevention of the state of emancipation their seeking via their indulging their whims and throwing that wrench.
We now get to the chosen who chose themselves in the land of the linen. They’ve bore the boredom of the sack cloth days, resisted the temptation to fritter the cotton away because once, way back when, they got a glimpse of the linen and they liked it. So they sit, sometimes happily others in quiet desperation hoping for a link to that hallowed realm which they equally covet both for themselves and its sensation and what it allows them to gift to those around them. The pressure builds, they ascend, they can feel it drawing them upwards to the hilt and that is when the bish, who is now transformed into a higher octave of expression appears and hands them a wrench to loosen the bolt at the top of the pyramid that allows the process of refinement to explode out as creative expression that combines the best of everything in a way that is consciously directed and this is the driving force that powers the creative.
What I’ve just rendered into your awareness actually takes place in your head via the interplay of various neurochemicals and tech. Knowledge of this is imperative to all but especially the creative because the wrench smashing the pyramid at the first two stages manifests as compulsive surfing, FOMO in full effect. Running that way and this in search of the next hit that novelty brings. One step above is mainly the Selfie realm or normalized narcissism we know so well where they aren’t actually doing a thing but standing there breathing and sharing images. Granted this brightens up the day of those who like that kind of thing and if you’ve got it then flaunt it but imagine how you’d feel knowing you could be opening the door to true greatness and choosing to bail out instead?
The next step is when the calcination kicks in and the pressure starts to build due to the process of refinement as the creative within ascends determined to transcend the apex. At this point that which was a threat but actually designed to tempt and see if they possessed the strength to resist and be Self directed in their ascent appears and provides the same component she possessed except its use is totally different. Without the muse placing the wrench on the bolt you can’t sense the pressure cannot vent and release the creative imperative, however you choose to express your very own personal gift.
There it is, my friend, a glimpse at the nature of inner alchemy as it relates to dopamine, serotonin, anandamide and the rest as they are but strings you choose to weave into a narrative. The color, design and vividness however is all dependent on how you wield that wrench and relate to yourself. Hopefully this insight of what is generally an unconscious process should assist you in making more optimized decisions but I can break down into something simple that you are welcome to test:
Stay off the net. Treat anything with a screen like that invitation to throw a wrench at the creative pyramid within because its designed to siphon off whatever it can get from those who fail the test of distraction and avoidance due to their weakness of intent. Doing a press up for someone who has never trained can feel like an immense strain whereas for one relatively fit they can bang out quite a few before feeling tired but its only one who regularly maintains that has the strength of character and will that can resist the dampening signals in order to achieve a state of transcendence which is reflected outwardly by the shape they’re in.
Internal strength is no different. The 81% who are enSlaved at the base believe in weakness and thus won’t even allow the process to begin as they mill around seeking distraction from what they won’t look for within. The other 11% who primarily keep them transfixed via their entertaining spectacles often don’t realize how close they come yet miss as they keep jumping then falling only to climb again in a cycle of repetition that lasts as long as they have something to give. The downside when the market shifts and they can no longer sell what people aren’t buying as they’ve moved onto the newer model is the feelings of rejection and worthlessness that can be pretty immense. After all the only reason they did it all was for others to look at them even though it stems from a misguided intent to share their magnificence in a way ultimately destructive.
Now approaching the apex we’re in the realm of the creative. That hallowed 8% in a rarefied atmosphere that most cannot even intuit, let alone live. To whom much is given even more is expected because you can give a gourmet and basic chef the same ingredients but what the former whips up is far in excess of what the latter is capable as they don’t possess the same imagination and imperience. Get the pic? Now these people are playing the long Game in the sense that they went from sack cloth to linen with the intent of sharing silk with the population but there are also dangers within. They can, if they so wish fill up to linen then drop down to the cotton, ask for the wrench and smash an outpouring of unusual refinement that is never to be seen again. This is the one hit wonder, the artist that makes a spectacular debut then goes on to release consistent mid and coasts by on previous glories with everyone hoping they recapture their essence. Usually never happens, know why? The period of incubation for most of these artists is around two decades away from fame. Meaning there is a lot of time for pressure to build and the refinement to hone their skills during the inner alchemical process so that when they get their chance they burst onto the scene and give vent to everything that was within in a way thats dazzling and makes people hold their breath as they know they’re witnessing something special in the flesh.
What happens next? Well obviously the glass pyramid rebuilds and they sit, languishing in the sack cloth, hating its itch as they remember the linen. Not only that but engaging in the trade of silk to the 81 and 11% is extremely profitable as they all, on some level, realize this is what is missing within and they fiend for it with their pipes out, wanting more action. There are now two sets of pressures and quite a few wrenches that are screaming for the creatives attention and no period for the pressure to build. Hopefully this explains not only why a lot of your faves careers when they did, with a fall off thats immense or the usual tale of unrealized potential but also how to avoid it.
There are a few however, the chosen ones who choose themselves who handle the ascent and stride to the apex with their muse waiting in the wings to flick the wrench upon the bolt that allows a beautifully controlled vent of their potent within that makes the world sit up and take notice but its what they do next thats different. They turned to their potential tormentor who they have now made a friend and said “Can we make this glass pyramid bigger? Do you think thats possible?” “I don’t see why not” she says “After all, its all in your head” “Great. How about the pressure, can we turn that up as well?” “Well, that will have implications when it comes to the living realm because, as you know the outside reflects the in and this is the difference between going to the gym to get fit vs being thrown in the coliseum and fighting for survival”. “I’m with it, lets do it” he says.
This is the Warriors mindset because he comprehends the nature of correspondence and resonance. Its why there are a tiny, tiny percentage of artists whose work ethic and quality continues climbing and they become timeless legends due the legacy they left after transcending the Game of Souls and sharing the very best of their creative imperative in its best form of expression, suited perfectly to the moment. Even if during their life they were caught in the whirlwind of the chaos of existence, due as it always is to this process within, they span the purest creative silk that fills those who sit in its presence with a sense of reverence long after they exited stage left:
Talent hits a target that average cannot. Genius hits one they cannot even imagine…
Till we meet again
