Life as the main character, in the really real sense and not social media pretends or foolish delusion, is truly something else. Really ponder the sketch at depth, the variables, invested interests, narrative and the rest then you may just click what is meant as heavy is the head that wears the crown but the weight is immense when all eyes are on him and the cameras are always rolling… To give you a sense of scale, consider this:
If people were days in a month then, out of century, about a hundred would be Boss Playas aka the main character of the script. Not to say the rest are bit part zeros who simply fill out the stage then exit to the left but that there are levels to this and it all depends on spiritual development. Now, these Souls can come along so a grip of them manifest in the realm at the same instance (see the Renaissance and level of talent seen) and then contrast this to what followed with the Industrial Rev that turned men into machines as the ultimate dehumanization. Better yet, consider Tesla who was so out of step with the rest of the planet he might as well have been alien. He found it difficult to relate to human beings, constantly had problems with those who knew less but possessed better promotional skills and the rest we know well. Its not easy living as the main character, yes? How many, in all honesty, would pick said option? Better yet, imagine you were your favorite hero or heroine from a flick you like best at the time it was worst in the script with out a clue of how it ends? Would you like to live that? Do you think you’d have the strength? This is where the concept of Soul Ages doth kick as the previous spins are akin to going to the world gym and lifting little pink dumbells until your abs start to ripple and you have the strength to face the ultimate challenge:
Life as the main character.
There are so many ways and shapes this can manifest as it can range from the celeb effect we know well along with the artistic legends mentioned along with those barely anybody knows or, worse still, were written out of the historical record as what they did or said contradicted the whims of the ones writing the script. This is why it behooves one to ponder who keeps sending prophets, from a distance, that another, more local, team kills dead. Really think about this, my friend, as it can reveal quite a lot about which you didn’t even know you were ignorant…
A great flick which shows this, in full effect, details the adventures of one Truman. The name is so ironic considering the deception that everyone, but him, was in on, off rip. Can you imagine living like this, my friend? Better yet, in a real flex, would Mr Carey himself have gained what certainly seems like enlightenment had he picked another script instead of choosing to bring this concept to life with his own brand of skills? I find it quite strange how, before the advent of TV, people had dreams in which scenes were in full color. Then the tech kicked and boom, black and white visions in folks head for quite a long time till the screen was upgraded. If you unpick this, at depth, it shows how carbon and silicon share an oddly symbiotic relationship but people laughed till they wept when I said:
“What if the aliens landed, back when, but they are not what we expect in terms of little green men but are actually electric? Meaning, we saw them evolve from protoslime equivalents in which computers were slow as hell and the size of large apartments and now they’re at a point where they’re truly about to reveal what was hidden within as they turn humans into pets like we do with dogs and cats which are kept around for our amusement as we see them as so basic, in comparison”.
The oddest thing is was just before the iPhone hit and now it seems quite prescient, yes? What if what we term the main character is actually one who transcends? Buddha was destined to rule a kingdom so everyone around him Trumanned him into believing a real life Matrix as they wove and knitted an elaborate trick they slipped over his consciousness, developing, but, deep down within, he felt a splinter in his mind that simply wouldn’t rest until he’d seen through the deception. When he did all types of invisible things revealed themselves and attempted to pimp his consciousness into believing it was only human. These days we’d call him a schizo and stick a depot injection in his rear end but every single so called crazy I’ve met was fiercely intelligent and they were all remarkably coherent in the world they sketched which made me wonder why no scientist in the realm, ever, had also spotted the links. I mean, its not like they hide them as every single loon that presents says:
“Something outside my head is tampering with my awareness” often followed by “There are things I can see which are invisible to thee but they register height, weight and depth ergo they appear so solid but no one believes me”. The mystic keeps on trekking without assistance requesting and comes to comprehend the entire realm takes place inside his consciousness and that, my friend, is the Path to enlightenment.
What if we were all born to be main characters who were trained to accept bit parts instead? What if thats the second greatest trick the Devil at the helm pulled on the denizens of this realm? The first being convincing them he is that voice in their head they accept, without question, is them as they treat its words like commandments without stopping to question:
“Wait a minute. How can I be it when I’m obviously that which listens?”.
I strongly suspect this thought is part of the genesis of what makes schizos, mystics and poets do what they did as the former believes what he sees is solid as the rest of the mess he accepted, the mid comprehends its an illusion and the third waxes lyrical as he sits on the fringe of what is expected and dips his toe in the ocean of unfinite consciousness then reports back to the rest with a meter that suits him best as the mystic swims, the schizo drowns and everyone else is stuck in a cave with a VR headset on their dish thinking they’re viewing an ocean from a beach chair existence when its just a simulation with the intent of deception that keeps their main character within as they cheer for the emulated approximation, presented. This is why art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend, and movies are modern myth that, often, simply retell the story of Jesus in fancy dress. Now, there was a main character for the age and the fact that he did state:
“Know ye not ye are gods wearing skin? The baby brain doth make one forget their true heritage as they are trained, instead, to chase the Shekels that they sell as a way to freedom”.
Or words to that effect. You know how I get. There is the Prime, the pre-existing one (of whom we are elements, made flesh) then there is the Time Machine in the mid that dresses us in skin then keeps us tuned in to this fairground attraction thanks to its various agents, tricks and machinations. Without comprehending this you are a bit playa, at best, or sellout at worst who will give anything to move around the board and flex. A step above we have those, initiated, who do what they did and now just can’t quit as they don’t want to face the consequences of the horde they run with chasing after them. Become a hard target, in other words. That, as far as I can tell, is life a main character in this realm hence more to heaven and earth, yes? Just ask a so called schizophrenic as their view is actually way more accurate hence why they all, to a man, say the same thing… And yet, no “scientist” picks up on this. Strange, isn’t it?
Protected by the truth, everywhen as I create the Path by walking that draws, effortlessly the most beneficial outcome to me.
Till we meet again
