If you, like me, enjoy controlling pixels, remotely, for thrills, spills and chills that let you engage whilst keeping your distance then let me assist you in Knowing the Ledge with this rather funky parable which says:
You sit behind a screen with a controller in your grip but, inside your mind, there simply is no division between the avatar you animate and the one who truly lives. Life, in the flesh, is pretty much like this because there are planes above this in which one could, for example, have learned everything about FPS’s and thus know the ropes and tropes outside and in but here, fully present, could you place that Nine double M to someones temple and let their brains decorate the pavement? See what I’m saying? Now, that is a rather graphic example but that is due to the fact I need to impress the seriousness of this topic into your head.
It is neither by chance nor coincidence you happen to manifest into this realm at present in which the Game is in full swing. For those unaware, I truly do believe we are engaged in an immense simulation and the tech we use to manifest this is the flesh wrapped around your unfinite sentience which may be in but most certainly isn’t of this realm. The reason for this are detailed, elsewhen, so you may familiarize your Self with the premise. Now, why do we play Games? For amusement? To lose ourselves? The thrill of mastery and gaining skills or the social links and gifts? “All of this, and then some” is what many have said but I’d like you to consider a fractal for a moment as the Self similar principle is at work in all of this. I know not about ye but I was here to see the incep of this. When the bits were 8 and pixels chunky as hell and then they doubled but the leap seemed beyond imagination. To see this kick again tickled the gnosis circuits within which said:
“You know, if this keeps on clicking like this you can bet that, in a few, you won’t be able to tell the difference which means if it will happen then it could already have occurred, yes?”.
Cue a Neo in the Matrix moment as I spent immense amounts of think trying to ponder this revelation which reverberated, within. Funny how intuition downloads, in a blink, but can take ages to decompress? That, if nothing else, hints there are at least two speeds to consciousness and this is backed up, real well, with the fact that whilst in bed your head – for some strange reason – expounds immense amounts of datasets to create your own private internal realms which, when engaged in, are no different to this external fabrication. See why I said the Simulation Hypothesis is more fact that fable, my friend? That and the sciences can’t replicate, like a monkey and unicycle. Doesn’t stop them from beating the drum and pounding the accordion which brings in the funding as they say a whole load of BS that is more science fict than fact since they ethered the Aether, back when. To them I have said:
“What is sound without music and who provides the best backing in the land?”.
The answer is silence or, from a Warriors lens, Psylense. Quiet your mind and the truth becomes Self evident as you are not the thoughts in your head or voice that talks without end but something altogether more subtle and ever present. This state I term the Witness and its what you beam into your character of pixels from the same but made of flesh as its origin is beyond this realm ergo this is an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits which makes a whole load of sense when you consider the “Be Kind, Rewind” effect that bears a stunning resonance to the sliding down the birth canal and wearing a new Earthday Suit again. Anyway, every playa knows the state where they’re totally in the zone. The controller is long gone as is the concept of pushing buttons. Jesus said he and the father were one. Well, in times like this, your pixelated rep would probably say the same thing, yes? You will, he does. There is no input lag or lack of coherence. One mind, two forms but the intent is singular. Win. That is exactly how life is, my friend, hence the topic is the Simulation Theory, for gamers. Make sense? The easiest way to learn something fresh is to build upon an existing frame of reference then tear it down again and see what is left. What is constant from here to the screen and back again, awake or in bed and one life to the next?
If you said the Witness then give your Self a pat on the head as you obviously comprehend the shadows depth but take my word, not one bit. You should, instead, do the Knowledge as you steadily up your res. In that sense its akin to going from the rudimentary Pong to Breakout then leaping into Super Tennis before Beat Saber manifests and slaps your reality tunnel like a bish! What comes next? What else but a full sense overlay in which the real and fakeness become one and the same thing as you take in the elements and up your resonance ergo what is to say we aren’t already in this as we engage in recursive fractal of consciousness which has neither beginning nor end for the very world was built with exceedingly fine tolerances which is the same whether we speak on the Game or gaming for what are they but constructs designed for wonder and enjoyment? The trick is to realize this, in the flesh, and thus one can either choose the option of exodus – which is akin to the pixel rep of thee pondering its actions and motivation then finding out the true pic – or selecting a better adventure that may be akin to hacking the Matrix and its artificial limits so who runs the sandbox, in the end?
You, my friend. Because without your presence and awareness none of this exists beyond a potential awaiting actualization. That is how powerful the mind is. This life you’ve gained in the flesh is not by chance or happenstance. No way. You happen to be here and reading this text at this exact moment because there is a capability to awaken at the most dense level in which matter totally overwhelms Spirit which is the sweetest victory, yes? Remember what I said about training for an FPS then doing the deed in the flesh? Well, the more accurate way of seeing this is that you’re perfectly equipped to play the hand you were dealt to win for we all possess skills and states that, to others, may seem complex or intricate but, for you, are totally natural. Mine just happens to be showing Souls what it is. Everyone has one, at least, a few are multitalented. The aim of the Game, as far as I can tell, is comprehending you aren’t the flesh or story in your head but something so immense and ineffable that only can only truly click what kicks once they’ve tasted the sweet nectar of gnosis. This is far beyond religion or preaching and such things because before they were even a twinkle in the eyes of the priest class we had the Shamans and they were simply the remanents of the ones who could hold resonance to what was once common, once upon a when.
A great way to comprehend this is imaging you start off playing a Game with a full hologram overlay that taps directly into your senses and thus is totally indistinguishable from the main realm because when you’re plugged in its as real as it gets. You level up and progress and the resolution dips as you’re now wearing the VR tech we currently possess via a headset and controller mitts to approximate the imperience. Once again, the same thing kicks and now you’re playing from a couch with an immense screen in front via Sixth generation consoles and the commensurate lowering in effects etc etc. Soon you’re sitting in a bedroom with a small Fourteen inch screen and enjoying Sixteen bit excellence with friends before we’re back in the days of Pong and its true innovation.
In each of these steps and increments there is a demand the playa doth possess more and more imagination to buy what the world sells, yes? With a full on overlay that is directly tapped in its quite hard to tell what is real and when reps fakeness but as time progresses you can still zone in, if you wish, but also possess the capacity to awaken. Now, lets pretend that in the first stage the outer realm is heavenly bliss and totally tranquil ergo its quite difficult to awaken from what Simon Says but at present you’re playing metaphys Pong in a grotty arcade with all types of lowlife spirits, whirled, that may attempt to steal your credits as they tell you its copacetic whilst, outside, its raining shells from AK Forty Sevens as you live in a zone that is rife with religious conflict from which you’re escaping by gaming. Thats a pretty accurate statement, yes? Cogitate upon this thesis and see where it leads for you may just take that base metal and transmute your consciousness to something more golden because it goes like this:
You, as pure awareness, plug in to imperience what it means to be a spiritual being in times, most excellent thanks to this full on overlay tech. As you are wandering and wondering you chance upon a place that offers a retro trip to the days of VR headsets and a replay of its greatest hits. You accept and are transported to the tech we currently possess but, at the same instance, are still within that state of bliss which, itself, dwells within your unfinite, never changing consciousness as seen by the Witness who makes all possible. At some point you hit a lucky ticket and win a chance to uncover another chamber in which man and machine don’t possess such an intimate link which you gratefully accept and now manifest on the couch but have a whole nother life filled with virtual friends who don’t believe in this Simulation Theory BS as they’re too busy paying bills in order to run the treadmill and play to escape the stress of wearing flesh. Before you know it, you’ve developed a retro taste and want to sense the old school vibes when multiplayer was a local thing and the TVs had bootys like they’d grabbed a BBL so you set off on the hunt and call in a few pals for that wired controller hit as you cram around a tiny TV set into which you pour your imagination and then you take it up a notch and start paper rounding to insert more credits as you Witness the tech at incep.
As you’re sitting there, twiddling, you get a flash of gnosis that shows how you’ve dipped through so many layers of consciousness that fold in on themselves to create lesser and lesser versions that, paradoxically, get more and more intense as the tech does regress and yet the basic sketch from then to now remains identical as you gain that peak imperience state that may just be like the one I felt as a jit that I documented in this article and then you too may spend an inordinate amount of time trying to comprehend the true sketch at its depth because as far back as you can recollect you’ve felt there was an inherent fakeness to the prez so you set off on a quest and start peeling back the curtain of bits and find the image gets more and more complex as geometric patterns burst into your awareness now you’ve gone off grid and rejected the socially sanctioned programming at which point 8 words float into your consciousness and things are never the same again:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend“.
Till we meet again
