Spiritual development will kill your false relationships, dead. There is a very slim chance that those you are around or with you off rip will still be present once you start to ascend and there is a great reason for this:
Imagine if you will you are out for a stroll with your friends. You are laughing and talking, taking in the sights whilst locomoting as per your intent. Now lets pretend that you gain a localized antigravity field so each step brings increased lift. As you can probably guess that means the conversational tones shift as you keep popping out and in of their wavelength. If everyone did so that would be cool but its just you ergo they think you’re the problem. This is a pretty accurate sketch of what happens when you up your res and they’ll hate you for it because A) you changing reminds them they’ve stayed the same and B) misery is all about the company it takes to maintain plus C) we are creatures of habit that feel an intense sense of dread when variables we used to expect no long perform as we wish. This is how weak the make up of most people truly is ergo if you start developing a spring in your step prepare to hear such things:
“You’ve changed, you ain’t the same. That guy is a bad influence. I think what he says is stupid. Why do you listen? Come out for a drink, forget all that nonsense” and so on goes the rhetoric. Anything to drag you in to the reality tunnel they expect so they can continue to walk a route in a life, totally predictable. It is very, very rare in which two people, pre-linked, will develop the same inkling, resonance and pace that decides to up their res. Far more common is the split, “Things aren’t working” conversation and then a new connection built with someone else on an upswing as your Soul finds its own alignment and presence. Even this can not happen hence why yogis tended to fly to the hills and live in isolation where quiet contemplation is the thing. A word on fakers:
There are a lot of folk out there who simply wear the outer garb and threads, say what folks expect and pretend to be spiritual. For them nothing changes. Life continues as it is as its just another mask which is a part of the grift they’re selling themselves as a slick coping mech. In many ways the wrecked relationships are the true Litmus test as there will be, at least, one strong disconnect that, back when, you could never imagine. With some it can be their parents who are rendered dead whilst in the flesh as its far more merciful than banging your head against their ignorance. Others it can be their partner but most common is old friends as the main reason you linked, back when, was similar appetites for destruction and this is the exact opposite of what causes the golden spiral to spin but this is also due, in part, to them bringing the depths into such clear relief that the shift seems to happen all by itself. This is another thing worth speaking on:
At the start it feels like the universe is conspiring and littered with hints, syncs and all types of wonderful things for your budding awareness to click. The truth of the matter later becomes Self evident and that is they were always there, just you were ignorant. A new high becomes the current state and then that thrill fades ergo we chase but without taking a step for the closer one comes to Self the less the rest of the stuff matters which is mad ironic as it links, well, with the whole Spirit thing ergo its all a win. Consider it akin to how a caterpillar may term its inevitable shift as the end but what springs from the cocoon, protective, is something quite different. In many ways we all must take this trek but, for me, its been one of enforced enlightenment where the pace simply does not relent and thus one begins to not only question the narrative but everything else as well because if you haven’t lived it then it makes no sense hence the meta I said, back when, of riding an occulted roller coaster around this funfair of the flesh…
Emotional needs that are not met in childhood become the basis for Adulterated desperation and, for many, this is the glue that binds a lot of their connections. Granted, its as invisible as water to a fish and the aim of true spiritual development is to generate unconditional acceptance of Self and once you start poking and prodding in the shadows depth you’ll find it tends to make others uncomfortable. Even if you don’t say a thing, their mirror neurons and EM wave field detects it. This is the silent motivator (as well as the ever present predator of consciousness) that will attempt to corral you back into the same place they expect you to rest from now till the end and, as I said, this is the unspoken basis of many relationships as we usually gravitate to those who make us feel similar to our initial imprints. Be they good or bad. Either way, eventually, the Soul clicks that its a one to twelve retread and spots the repeated conversations, easy habits and the rest and wants to shift into something new and fresh. The rest will not evolve at the same pace and many will reject the catalyst in their mid but, on the flip, random strangers you start to speak will be super intrigued as they have no template upon which to base your energetics so it all works out in the end but it does take a certain amount of strength. In many ways this seems to be programmed in as some type of testing mechanism to see if you’re really bout it, bout it or just faking the funk like a spiritual dilettante. Once the Game knows you’re for real then the fun really begins and this can be quite harrowing if you’ve got some junk in the trunk or, like some of us, multigenerational trauma inheritance as a virtual swarm of demons will descend upon your consciousness and start to feeding. This is where you sift the schizos from the Shamans as the latter click everything exists within their consciousness and follows where these beacons lead to feel what speaks and integrate its resonance hence why I said that once you see from the eyes of the Self you are immune to all deception. In an ironic twist lunatics are the only humans that don’t fall for optical illusions and that would be amusing if it weren’t for mass institutions pushing their own type of ignorance as wisdom whilst causing endless amounts of suffering via pills and grifts that don’t do a thing beyond making tills ring and generating an immense list of side effects.
Once again, you’ll notice this malady will destroy your relationships as, one way or the other, you develop a deeper connection to Self. The Game seems to be strangely amoral in the sense that it gives not an F if you’re “good” or “bad” as its running a process in which you either sink or swim. Adapt and overcome is the song one sings but it is of interest to note that pretty much everything else from external things is set in opposition to this. Least of all, your family and friends. One could opine the fix is in, in that respect, but then this also remains constant from everything to cascade systems of blood clotting up to the balance of the elements. What do you expect, my friend? We’re in a simulation with fine tuned tolerance limits in which there is a vast difference between what is expected and that of which you’re capable. My own spiritual development feels akin to enforced enlightenment so I know where I tread and created the Path by walking as I intuit the alternatives and thus push the pen to lay this sketch with the intent to assist the rest as it only feels like hell to the (false) self. The true you, eternal, within dwells in a state of Inner Sense and thus one must come face to faceless with the events that suppressed it and these can often feel like fragmentation or stress as the world takes on a strangely personal tint in the sense that one yells “They’re all in on it!”. Which they are in but only in the sense that you’re projecting a wavelength that is distorting their awareness as they play out roles and events from the depths of your subconscious.
This can also extend back beyond generations and here things get super strange as there really is no way of telling whose memories are these without some active discernment. But there are hints and, for many, things tend not to get this difficult. But it can happen. This aspect, alone, could fill volumes that may seem, to some, like total gibberish and to others explain, perfect, why they feel an odd compulsion to rotate their dish to a certain angle before eating it. There was a great case in which there was a kid who was a prize student that was a strapping athlete as well. Things were going swell till he went off to college and then, for no reason, he developed an intense fear of drowning. Problem was his whole thing rested on being the head of the swimming team and lapping the competition. Awkward. Luckily for him he found someone who Knows the Ledge and didn’t rush to fill him full of pills and asked, instead:
“Don’t resist what presents. Simply feel and accept“.
Which he did and had an immense abreaction in which he felt like his life was coming to an end as the lights dimmed. He sat, flailing, choking on the air itself until he gurgled:
“I’m drowning. Help” and then stopped breathing. Once the events had clicked the anamensis kicked in and he started to recollect the events, surrounding and death of a relative whose last impressions of this realm involved the frozen lake he was crossing opening up beneath him. No one heard his yells. There wasn’t a Soul to assist. Now, the implications of all of this are quite fascinating as it suggests that we are not only beings of resonance as well as the true nature of Spirit attachment but a great many other things I’ll leave to you to comprehend. There was a science experiment done in which they trained mice to run a maze and then bred them again. To their surprise these new kids on the block aced the test compared to control specimens, like they knew what was coming, yes? To keep things interesting they added in some bright lights and tazing to introduce a traumatic imprint. When this gen reproduced and the babies were placed in they, at random, had illumination descend and the mice froze, petrified of what was happening. The kicker? There was no electric shock. Simply the partial cue of what was wired in, back when, was enough to cause this type of reaction. Interesting, yes? Extrapolate from this how we, each and every one living in this realm, are the descendants of people who lived and died through all types of events and shifts then sprinkle in the hits that modern civilization brings with its non strop trauma programming which clicks as the best control mech one can get…
Spiritual development will kill your false relationships with everything that isn’t genuine coming to an end and, instead, brings the really realness roaring in. You either get bit by the tiger or ride it. Simple as said but quite difficult to implement as there is no A + B = C equation as the letters in reference may not even spring from your incarnation or could be backwards, fractal echoes of something lost in translation as well as baggage from old lives and a billion other things that were etched in your celestial script hence the highway is filled with broken heroes on a last chance power drive to salvation but so few truly comprehend that there is no “out there” without first being a within and once this clicks the rest cannot help but resent as you, in some sense, are shattering their illusion and delusions plus investment therein. Nobody can admit this. Least of all to their (false) self. In many ways that is the true problem because back in the days of cavemen such thing didn’t exist as its quite a modern invention as per the Game and its induced states. The upside is there is no unawakening once it clicks hence the stage is designed like this on purpose in order to ensure those who wish to transcend get dealt the hand they can play to win as they learn, instead, to traverse the Vertical Axis which is totally different to the regular orientation of the psychosocial treadmill with its “Work, buy, consume, die” programming. This is where the schizo lifts into a realm of higher consciousness but carries with him the baggage, unchecked, of previous events, resonance and inheritance as mentioned. The demons of the mind kick in and start to beasting as they’re feasting and he, in ignorance, thinks they’re out to get when, in reality, its nothing personal as all forms of vibration in this realm simply cannot ascend to sully up the next.
Imagine there was a club in which you the people were super chill, really attractive and the music was excellent. Better still there were no limits and, oh yes, the food and drinks were free as well. Now lets pretend a bunch of ruffians get in and start acting like this slice of heaven is an invitation to get ignorant and thus they make it a living hell for the rest of patrons until they’re ejected from the premises and find themselves getting a swift kicking from the door staff who send them packing into the Third Dimension. Here they find a dive with watered down drinks, women of questionable morals and wall to wall conflict. In many ways they’d feel right at home, yes? Now, lets pretend that one of the original clique that got sent actually didn’t do anything incorrect in the original establishment. He drank to his limit, was aware of his surroundings and how much thought had gone in and whilst his friends were acting mad ignorant he was totally vibing and super chill. The CEO of the old pitch looks at the guest list and says:
“Send him an invitation. I like the cut of his jib so bring him in”.
The dude notices that his surroundings seem to melt and flip and the woman with the misspelled tattoos to whom he was talking next to the broken machine that used to vend condoms did shift and flicker into a higher resonance that was altogether quite different. At first he thinks something is amiss and how someone must have spiked his drink until the woman says:
“Remember who you aren’t. When you do, I’ll be waiting“.
Then he is back to the dinge, din and deleterious environment that, all of a sudden, feels closer to a living Hell than the Heaven they try to sell. He excuses himself as his friends clamor and try to draw him in as, luckily, they’d just been given a free round of drinks so the sparklers are sparkling and its all eyes on them as the Selecta gives them a yell. The chap in question doesn’t relent. “Something strange has just happened that made the real feel counterfeit as what I glimpsed was something else that I’d been made to forget by…. What, exactly?” he thinks. His friends all lament and yell that he’s messing the vibe up for them as they’re celebrating their wins but he sees only losses instead. The distance, in a few steps, grows so immense its like he’s treading on psychospiritual springs until he comes upon a scene in which the team on the door are about to kick a drunks head in. “Don’t worry, he’s with me” he says, to the strangers in front of him as he ushers this derelict from the building and hails a cab for him. The night is dark, the air has a chill. He doesn’t quite know what is happening but its not at all what he thinks. He walks back into the building and starts to head up the steps. He looks to the right and then the left as he notices the true sketch. There, standing in front of him, is the woman of resonance who says:
“I see you remember who you are, yes? Welcome back to the upper deck. I told you I’d be waiting” with a grin.
That is, as far as I can tell, a pretty accurate sketch as those in the basement think there is nothing above them as they’re isolated on purpose due to their low life resonance ergo Earth is best described as a floating insane asylum. Waking up to this fact can be as perilous as mice in a maze as the operators of said Slaves will then hit you with the taze and or light beam effect which, in an oddly curious sync, is what happened to one Philip K Dick and this man sketched the future we’re about to live which is quite interesting, yes? They say the Empire never ended, it simply donned instead a fancy dress and rearranged its elements and now is termed Club Hell. The price of admission? Six, Six, Six. As in the number of protons, neutrons and electrons in the meat suit you’re wearing. See, when we were naked and unashamed in the original garden the vibe was different but the thing with what happens in Vagus is that it stays within the nerves as well and that, my friend, is why spiritual development will kill your false relationships as we are no longer attractive bundles of dysfunction held at their lowest resonance but try and tell that to the rest and you may as well sing to the deaf because not only is the fix is but the incumbent management have vested interests in ensuring said Souls don’t ascend hence why you see them mass produce and sell false images like the Hells Angel herself…
Know the Ledge.
Till we meet again
