The Game has stages and we all play our parts. This is why its hard to be smart but ignorance is cherished as a sort of wisdom for those who step in and ask not the correct questions of the temperament they possess. Who programmed it? To what end? If we were to keep it really real about your parents the truth would bring some yelps and protestation from those just tuning in. Well, let me be the first to tell:
They were idiots.
What I mean by this isn’t a diss, just a factual statement. And I can prove it.
They did what was expected without stopping to reality test, question the narrative or even ponder “Who benefits?”. Did the plan your conception with two bodies joined with one intent to usher in a specimen of the optimal resonance at a time, most appropriate? Did your mother spend those nine months of gestation building a link with things that would sustain and develop your foundation or did she eat what she wished whilst consuming junk via the dish? Were your natural talents honed and sketched or were your forced to fit a template that placed an edifice of ignorance between you and their affection? I’ll let you tell it. That is just the basics, my friend, as it gets worse with each step since for they had access to your nascent awareness, Twenty Four/Seven. In many respect the mess your life is is directly due to them but its upkeep and maintenance? Well, that is entirely due to your efforts…
This stage of the Game is known as the Kali Yuga. It is here that ignorance roams free and thieves dress as kings. We are fascinated by the superficial and ignore anything of depth as its implications present a threat to the temple of iniquity we have built and dwell within. See, who you are compared to could have been can be proven, most easily, by simply answering this request:
Are you the best of wackest version of your Self?
You Knew, instant, where you sit on this range of variables and that is testament to what I said being correct, yes? No you know, what are you going to do about it? If you’re one of the 81%, the answer is nothing. You will perform the same rote ignorance due to a lack of awareness and thus snuff out the nascent light of Inner Sense to create another dimmed remembrance of unexamined potential in your children. Why? Because everyone is doing it. That is the danger of resonance or being so well tuned to such immense social sickness that you think its correct. Actually, Thunk is more accurate as its a Click-Whirr process that is helmed by the voice in your head that many accept is them without actually comprehending they are the one who listens and thus makes all possible. Negative thoughts are there to challenge, my friend. Do the Knowledge and awaken the Warrior within is the song I sing.
Do you? Sing, that is? What about dancing? Or drawing? Anything remotely creative? Why are these now reduced to embers, fading, when they used to roar from within? That is the price for playing this stage of the Game we all play using our Souls as credentials. Whoops, I meant credits but you get my drift. We class ourselves on the basis of what someone says which, if you consider it, is a pretty strange way of living, yes? That which can be defined, externally, can be controlled, liminally. This is the Beast and the System it built is as invisible as water to a fish that swims in seas, polluted. See, it wasn’t always like this. But, this too shall end and we’re seeing that happen, at present, hence why I push the pen because the next camera trick is even more elegant hence the question:
Would you have sex with a robot?
Don’t worry, your grandchildren will and they’ll think anyone who decries is worse than Hitler himself. Who knows, they may be correct? I’m simply sketching the variables, its up to you what you do with them as the only moment that exists is the gift of the present. How often do you dwell there? Why does the world seem hell bent on destroying itself and telling fibs that life is great and they’re enjoying it? Do I sound miserable? Disconnected? In need of a hug and some excitement? Maybe or maybe I’ve been mainlining the secret truth to reality and it screams, loudly, that none of this is what it seems… Don’t worry though. The odds are about to be equalized, real quick because like the Mobb said there is only so long that fakes can pretend. Recognize the real:
Speed over depth is what we cherish hence why we’re rushing to other planets before checking what is within our own oceans. Do you know why this is? Because the remnants of the past that now swim with the fish would paint a vastly different pic hence why Napoleon said that history is one big fib that is designed by he who controls the scrip. Ah yes, the golden rule which sells the fools all the money that is fit to print. And yet, you can’t take a step without it. How is that for “freedom”, my friend? Do you know the worst side effect of this mode of training is one places the same limits on what they think and allow to pop in their head? It is the mark of the well educated to be able to entertain principles that contradict, consider without taking offense and then generate a reasoned argument. Compare this with the comments sections in which people let rip and it shows what time it is. Life in the Kali Yuga is as close to Hell as wearing the flesh can get and yet we sit, with remote in hand, barking commands via voice rec as we eat out of season, intensely farmed and genetically pimped things whilst our minds are awash in a sea of neurochemicals that force us to binge and seek another hit. From what are we escaping with such constant distractions?
Somewhere a mother sits, enjoy her time off. She eats as she wishes as there is no need to stay trim as the excess is expected. She watches trash television as this is who she wishes to keep up with and, all the time, the baby in her womb takes in these signals as her base of operations for when she steps in. See why I said they’re idiots? Two words shattered your inner realms. Two of them caused your Inner Sense to end, fold in upon itself and develop into the Adulterated (false) self that currently sits at the helm and has you living a life, third person, second hand. And you wonder why the glow dims at the age of six and its all been downhill since…
Do I sound bitter and twisted? Did my boat come but I had no ticket? Was my request to swab decks just to be able to mingle duly rejected and thus, like Otis, I sit and watch them roll in and then out again? Perhaps. Or I may have seen the fix was in, declined the invitation and chose to think different as I lash together a raft like a Cuban immigrant that then drifts the ninety miles to the land that is promised… Only to find that itself was an illusion. To play the Game and win one must know the lay of the land as it is and not what they sell or tell. That is discernment and when it kicks you’ll know what I meant when I said your folks were idiots.
In a time of slick tricks we see greed rebranded as “hustle” and yesterdays excess becomes tomorrows standard. Just compare the Roman emperors to what sits in your fridge and then makes it way, uneaten, to the bin. And yet, people are starving. Did you know that most, on the planet, live for less than Six Dollars a day? Let the truth of that sink in and tell me about your privilege that was, hitherto, unquestioned. “Work, buy, consume, die” was programmed into your head hence we base relationships on the frivolous, reproduce in ignorance then work double shifts in order to pay someone else raising your kids and that is when the black mirror in their grip isn’t instructing them to become an imbecile, oh yes. That, in a nutshell, is life in the Kalyug where joy is pain and we affix blame anywhere but within. Where demons are friends and “Death to the infidel!” keeps the rivers running red plus lies are so old and familiar that the truth feels like a boot to the dish and about twice as subtle.
Fake gurus and tourist spirituality abounds when money is the true religion that wears the crown and everyone wants to take a pic next to the man who would be king… Your status is defined by those who like, comment and subscribe then buy in to whatever it is you’re shoveling. As long as its ignorance, my friend, the market will remain filled for wisdom is anathema to these pilgrims. Your identity is carefully curated, a life you don’t truly live but wish was more than something to project. Faces are flipped, aspects edited and we repress that which we don’t accept but then rush to blame someone else for the tension we feel within. Truly, a species in psychosis.
“Speed, speed, speed. That is all I need” says the harebrained populace, little realizing this race only leaves them in the same place for who truly questions what there is to win when the fix is in? Memes convey information, Wiki tells people what to think and many profess to have gained enlightenment just because they watched someone else talk about what they read another describing. People don’t care though. They fall in and play “Face in the crowd, number four hundred and eighty seven” as they fit, playing second fiddle – in their own existence… Which is, in a twist, most ironic, the total truth hence this is is a time of mass illusion in which ignorance is wisdom. This is why your mind is terrified of silence, can’t stand having time to think, constantly craves distraction and reassurance, in equal measures, which hints at a far deeper schism I’ve termed Adulteration that infects the whole planet.
Stillness, humility and the courage to let go of control are things most don’t know nor wish to get acquainted with. Why? Because the (false) self detests them and what it says is sacrosanct for the plebs. “That sounds like Hell and feels like death” says one, plugged in. They’re right, you know. It is for the fakeness and once you do kill it dead the realness is resurrected and then you’ll Know the Ledge. Most are not ready to think like this and fewer still to live as I don’t just push the pen for clicks but simply share my perspect in this ocean of madness as I, alone on my raft, take the sights in as I watch you swabbing decks on the cruise ship from Hell…
We rush to give away our power. Not out of weakness but due to fear of our own strengths. Traits that were suppressed, shushed or beaten out of us by our parents. They truly are the key to all of this. As are you to your children, my friend. We learn to fold in and then the tracks are set for a loop de loop of awareness that is always predictable hence why you can second guess that dialogue and yet still do what it says. Preachers, pimps and politicians are one and the same thing but playing different roles in fancy dress. Those taken in by the performance need a middle man as they feel powerless. What if this was the biggest trick? The invisible code to the Matrix that is, yet, ever present? What then? See, the ego is a slippery bish and it can sell dreams you take in with open eyelids ergo if one steps in and attempts to awaken you’ll think he’s talking nonsense without stopping to comprehend the depth of the message or why the man says such a thing. Such is the way of the Slave, I guess.
We look for loopholes and quick fixes. Sixty second abs instead of less time in the kitchen. Its not just here that we cheat but an across the board thing as there are plenty of women who rejected something quite correct and then accepted far less as their glow started to dim. Secretly, they resent. He’s just glad to get something and the rest? Well, they’ll be sexing silicon in a way most don’t expect but is quite inevitable. All in the Game, mayne! We argue with others not to learn but win. Like you can condition true goodness or change anyones opinion? People are set in their ways, like quick drying cement hence why we are born full of flex and leave old and doddering. Say, you don’t think the phrase “weak daze” could have a thing or six to do with this? Take one off to rest or call them both a “weakened”and the rest is obvious. Or, maybe it isn’t? Try these words of power, see if they fit.
Old folks homes attest that we desecrate wisdom and cherish ignorance. Not that one should respect a donkey for its immense innings but there is a touch of the ironic about paying on both ends for someone else to handle what is your responsibility, in the flesh. Its pretty wild, the sights I see, so I push the pen and document my perspect as I roam, that way and this. Like a man without a country, this world is not my own hence I may be in but not of, that much is for certain. Does it feel lonely? Sometimes but I’m never alone as I can spark, instantly, the sacred flame within via a simple conversation that changes everything and when I retire into the Psylense I am met by my old friend, the Higher Self, who shares his wisdom about other lives that I’ve lived and what truly kicks in this realm hence I truly am the luckiest man on the scene for I get to see not only the scene that they project but the man behind the curtain as well.
If you seek the truth, prepare to be terrified as none of this is what it seems and the above words and spiel are merely a tiny piece of the whole sketch, oh yes. After a while you get used to it though and the quest becomes a thrill to see what you can discover next and that, my friend, is a life filled with Inner Sense for there are no strangers nor enemies in this realm. Just friends I have met yet and if we bump heads they’re teachers to show me that about Self which I was previously ignorant ergo its all for the win.
Till we meet again
