Somebody once asked me:
“Stripping reality to its basics” I said. And meant it. “Why?“, you may be wondering. Simple, its only when you Know what is you can discern the rest of the mess. The meta I’ve used before is that of ink on a canvas. It hides whilst presenting. Human consciousness is, I suspect, identical to this. It is also, by some strange coincidence, the exact same thing each temple, church and mosque is worshipping. Albeit with different things etched on the same fundamental presence. Are you starting to catch my drift? This ineffable, inescapable thing is constant from one life to the next, awake or in bed and any other variable you can imagine so why, out of anything else in this realm, would you choose not to get better acquainted with its presence? Better yet, why is the simple and elegant point so deftly hid under all types of pimpy tricks and algoriths? Its identical to how the black mirror in your grip can make you laugh or rinse tears of mass emotional hits plus time travel as well. Isn’t that fascinating? If we flip that medium we gain some darkness into which light shines its illumination of pure brilliance. If you, bit by bit, remove a pixel here and some there you’ll have every movie ever made plus all the ones we haven’t created. Same with human consciousness, I guess, so one must wonder – is technology the Devil that mimics the creation or is it a hint that we’re caught up in a real life Matrix? See, to navigate muddy waters at the moon, the wolf howls as there are stacks on stacks of camera tricks that life does string into an elegant deception we call “Being human”. And yet, to the refrains of “Magic, magic E”, are we humane in any sense? I thinks not, Terrell, I thinks not.
You ever clicked how these vows to el are, literally, responsible for generating all types of spells and rites? Check when they flipped the script and question if the Empire ever ended, my friend… Forget the hand most push the pen with and the odd blip of how so many that ascend to the top of the pyramid have sinister intents and ponder why nearly every single culture, nearly, calls the left hand wicked and of ill repute? Answers on postcard, if you have a clue… One of the things I do really quite well is taking things apart and putting them back together again with a little twist that rejigs and takes the end result to another octave. We used to call this “hacking”, back in the days when the bits were big and pixels the size of your fist. Now things have changed as walled gardens are the rage but, in an odd link, that old apple, ready bit, is still waiting in the wings as Siri (flip it) covets your seeds iris as the place she wishes to sit. Like I said, what if electricity is the alien and we watched its “evolution” become an intervention as man starts sexing silicon, just like he’s been trained to expect, by decades of repetition and “turning on” tech… Stranger things have happened ergo the need to keep it basic. I would go so far as to say this is the key difference between madman and mystic as the former is trying to swim in seas of higher consciousness whilst carrying a load of earthen bricks whilst the latter dives in, ascends, and spreads his wings that are actually natural equipment for we are Souls wearing flesh ergo the brain doesn’t create consciousness. These are a few of the obvious things I’ve found by looking because simplicity is the ultimate complexity as any fool with a PR campaign (like Saint Einstein) can say a whole load of nothing that messes up the Game for generations but it takes a genius like Tesla to flip it all on its head, unleash his imagination and then be told by the world:
“Yep, that sure was one great invention. Be sure to tell us if you dream up something else” with a mean look that points at lines and suggests you read betwixt. The chap spent the rest of his life talking to his favorite pigeon that shot beams of information from its eyes which – before you think he’d flipped his lid you may consider the resonance with another man called Philip K Dick who had a similar encounter with sentient luminance – I find really, really interesting as I had the same imperience not long before my latest brush with death and things were never the same again hence the mission to strip reality down to its basics and try and make sense of whats happening as walking around a rock that floats in an abyss as it chases a fireball off into the distance as I wear skin and take in all the syncs and ponder why One Oh Eight keeps popping up again is verging on the ridiculous, yes? Hoyle said “The fix is in” and I agree with him as he also commented that the odds of life being just like this is akin to a whirlwind ripping through a junkyard and leaving a perfectly formed jumbo jet. The flip is quite simple as wanton destruction is not elegant but lets pretend that aliens exist and they purposefully crash land a ship that is just ahead of our current tech so we can reverse engineer it. What then? What if they weren’t from some place else but a breakaway civilization that lived in the oceans hence why we map other planets but not our own surroundings? That bits pure speculation but there are many legends that attest that such things can and did happen so it keeps one wondering because when you disassemble the whole thing you find many odd bits that have resonance. Like you are stripping that plane and find bits within that are all color coded so when you assemble them you get a hovercraft instead. Wouldn’t that be something? You’d have to ponder at the intelligence that seems to be playing an immense Game of Hide and Seek, yes? You zip across the seas and happily scream “Whee!” and come across a strange island filled with things that, seemingly, make no sense. Here you find more bits and with a little bit of tweaking and remixing your old craft is now a rocketpack instead and of you’re off on another mission of ascent.
In between all of this you keep your feet on the ground, stop, calibrate and listen to the quiet presence within that discovered these inventions as you ponder the intention of all of this. That is stripping reality back to its basics, my friend, as it doesn’t mean you’re rolling with Fred as a Flintstone up in the bish but you’re actually a few steps ahead of the rest and start to comprehend we may just be suppressed Jetsons or something else… Doesn’t that sound interesting? Like a life worth living and thoroughly examined? They’ll never tell you to keep up with this nor provide any type of inkling or hint on how to think like this so don’t stress as it won’t be on the test when it comes to running the treadmill but I was never one for that mess. No, not me. I asked questions without relent. Like I was getting paid to and needed to make rent. This, as you may guess, stressed the teachers no end ergo they would rapidly expel me from the class that was in session so I was free to wander the halls of my local camp of concentration. That I did, that I did. Then came back with more Qs at a higher res. And so on went the process of refinement until we get to this:
The latest testament to my current level of ignorance for if there is one thing I Know, for certain, its that I don’t know a thing. One needs that type of cognitive flex whilst the rest are so rigid they do immense mental gymnastics instead trying to spin that handful of plates they inherited from their parents as their aim is to keep their “reality” intact and pass it on (with a hug or slap) to the next gen that step in. Miss me with that mess as I could tell that sketch is what made my folks miserable ergo I rebelled without a pause and kept pushing the buttons just to check what happens next because you may get an electric shock from sticking a key in the socket but what happens if you try it with gloves instead and then repeat the imperiment but using a step down transformer as well? By the way, isn’t it amazing how you can roll dead remote batteries in your grip and they come back to life again? Did you know that hugs work just like this? See, the heart sends out an immense electromagnetic field which brings the one you grip into a state of resonance like a jump start of their radiant circuits. Fascinating, yes? Just one of the things you discover as you disassemble the jumbo jet and stick a few parts together again in a different arrangement.
In case you didn’t click the aircraft of which I speak is mans current state of consciousness and the UFOs mentioned are what we were, back when, as the minds that built the Pyramids. We did this. Well, they did, as we may as well be another species in the respect that our res has been so downgraded. Its like if Youtube suddenly decided “Two Forty Ps for thee, globally” and the whole net followed suit. People would gnash and wail for a bit then learn to live with it. After a couple of gen they could double the res and people would be beside themselves with the fidelity but thats only cos they didn’t peep the shell Game in full effect. Kinda like how “new” Coke pulled a trick by switching out real sugar for High Fructose instead and that caused all types of mess for the fat of land, it did. Just another thing you stitch by loosening the thread of the fabric and this is also the same reason old whips and their modern equivalents look miniature then immense as its also why vanity labels did shift because its done to hide the fact that people are waddling as overconsumption is in. In everything, that is. If you’re an Eighties jit you’ll recollect how there were a handful of brands and about that many options. Nowadays you see peeps stress about the variety of fabric detergents but under the swizz there is the Wiz as a handful of corporates control all this and sell illusions to the rest. Like blue and red that hid the golden circle in the mid… More to heaven and earth, my friend.
This is why I said that energy dwells in motion whilst consciousness is still. The same reason why intuition is feminine whilst daring reps that which swings instead which, funnily enough, links back in to the two thieves in your head and what is, daily, crucified in the mid. Like I said, more to heaven and earth on this jumbo jet that can, if you wish, be a hovercraft and then be used to ascend beyond the surly grip of this realm. But only if you Know the Ledge and use what is in your hands the best because the content of life and what it says on the tin are so diametrically opposed that one just may think, if they were conspiratorially minded, that the fix is in in more ways than one suspects. A man like this most dangerous to the status – both quo and quodlibet – as it can be quite contagious if you’re not really hearing “reality” on FM. Its simply one option but they never said “Don’t touch that dial” as that would suggest it can be switched ergo its “Do as we say, or else” all the way from your parents to the school to your boss and the rest and lets not forget the basic tenet of all religions:
Welcome to the pyramid, my friend. Actually, take a look at this:
Does it ring any bells? Spark a recollection? Symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems so what it says is both public and private, in a sense, so think on it and see what swims into your consciousness because the King beneath the Earth may have a message… Can I tell you something, my friend? I genuinely don’t have a clue. I have seen so many different points of view via this cosmic Etch A Sketch that I think I should stop and chill for a bit and try and think about nothing but then I recollect thats what made me disassemble everything and we’re back to the bare canvas so what the heck, mayne? What I mean by this is reality may, quite literally, be exactly what you make and if we build upon this then the next logical step is a Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh which strongly suggests free will is a fib and this is backed, really well, with the fact that if you look down on this realm like a man at a fish as he stands on the embankment you see this:
Which means from the moment the zinc egg unleashed its Big Bang effect as the sperm popped in and shared the light which life would twist around 8 immortal cells to generate your own personal Ship of Theseus to the moment the plus sized body positive gender neutral non denominative person wails everything follows a script with a certain set of options which means, in the end, me doing this, now, was inevitable. Kind of like when Neo met the Architect and he unleashed his own brand of verbiage which sounded, to most, like he’d eaten and digested a fully grown Thesaurus Rex as it certainly wasn’t a standard type of lex but lets just say that was his flex on the dude standing in front of him that had the power to crumble his kingdom of fiction as, behind him, they replayed old options from other spins to show him how it was all… inevitable. There goes your free will! Its kind of expensive, isn’t it? Like DLC in a Game but hidden from the rest who think they’re already using it. Ha! The grift never ends but, without us, nothing ever happens in this realm so, once again, we’re chipping away at lead paints on a canvas made of silk that was, once upon a when, embroidered with gossamer threads of the most golden tint for we are the alchemists that fell and now dance with the Devil who, at present, manifests as the voice in your head and says:
“Speedboat rocketpack and sexing robots, silicon? This nutter is off his meds, thats for certain. Plus, what the heck does he mean the will, like the P, isn’t free. I can do anything I wish, whenever, however”.
Really? Really, my friend? Here is a challenge that will rip away that illusion:
If you own something, truly, you control its everything. You can use, stash or donate and there is no need for probate as you say, it goes, yes? If that truly is your mind in that head then for the next ninety seconds stop it entirely and make it still. Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting.
So, how it went? Did that prove what I meant about the need to get to the basics to find whats hidden in the mix? Congratulations, you just met the (false) self that pretends, via the voice in your head, to be who you Thunk you are in this realm and it will never, ever teach you to strip the jumbo jet it built as it needs for you to keep on buying the tickets it sells so you and the rest can sit, huddled like cattle, from one place to the next as these airborne carriages are akin to chunks of thought, prepackaged, that you share with the rest who underwent the same process and to take it apart requires imagination which, for most, is so dead they’ve got a better chance of seeing Jesus resurrect which is mildly ironic with a highly laconic twist based on what I previously said about He repping your consciousness. That means no hovercraft that drifts over the seas of ignorance as you choose your own adventure in the flesh by veering off script as you clicked there was a microdot that said:
“Congratulations for noticing this. You have unlocked a hidden chamber and can now pick from the following pages which adjust the variables as you intend to manifest your very best“.
As you build that personal rocketpack which then becomes a hyperdimensional spaceship which allows you to Witness, in the flesh, future memories that have done kicked and in each and every one of these trips the canvas remains identical for it is thee, my friend, at your essence ergo stripping reality to its basics makes one super rich and abundant in ways most in a daze of well adjustment will never stop and comprehend and if that isn’t quite a sad thing then I don’t know what is…
Till we meet again
