The easiest way to look at what you accept as reality is to term it consensual insanity. If you can generate the required dispassion and distance plenty of things shift from their forced perspective and a lot about a little makes way more sense. Just stop and think about the immense amount of training and manipulation that went in to create the personhood that was draped over your unfinite awareness as the (false) self then stop and check the amounts of random pains and tensions below the neck that, seemingly, come and go of their own whims and do the Knowledge, my friend. If you banged your hand you’d expect a swelling, some lack of function and impingement till the healing kicked. If, on the flip, you did the same and nothing happened but, at a later period, it started fixing for no reason then, later still, it hurt like hell and thus all was out of sequence you’d question the logic of what presents. Relate that to how you can have a pain in the neck one day, wake up cool the next and then feel a twinge in your back that vanishes again and you’ll start to up your res about how consensual insanity generates its causes which bring effects and why Doctors (like the news) are bad for your health. There is what we watch and what it says within because all forms of entertrainment send pebbles of others energetics into the pristine pool of your awareness where they, eventually, sink to the depths and suppress the fountain of bounty which ejects in multifaceted resonance so you end up with a small drip. What they never mentioned was these rock stars are feasting and beasting where they sit and the same times ten for such unexaminable concepts as religion, science or whatever else Simon Says.
A few steps above this we find the field of the creative who – either via natural inspiration or chemical assistance – dives into the depths to eject said pebbles then transcribes the process of fresh energetics. The hint about this is why potheads don’t dream as they’ve already presented a withdrawal slip from their bank account of a higher realm. A bit higher than this is where the trippers visit after ingesting a heady blend of herbs and spices that help unfold the web of this geometric Pattern which is a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness aka a fractal. Nothing is hidden but the links sure are obscured but, if one should wish, the fingerprints of the hidden hand are ever present hence why nearly all linguistic spells detest the side the Pharaoh lead with and why he wore a headdress of the feathered serpent whilst thee, instead, dwell in Platos Cave and accept labels in lieu of sensations, fresh. Its all intended, in some respect, as is me pushing the pen as I explore my inner realms and send this dataset to the web for your consideration as you should accept none of what I said and, instead, attempt to prove me incorrect as what presents as logic could be a delusion but if a few of have the same trip then it provides valid clues about the nature of this illusion aka what the people expect the simulation causes to manifest hence why black mirrors are in each mans grip when, back then, they were used by secret service agents who were also practicing mystics to get a competitive edge on the rest in a Game as old as the empire itself. No umpire or ref though. They’ve been bought and sold since before Moses sashayed down the strip in his short pants then lifted what actually sat in the coffers of the Pyramid. Thats another topic though but take a cursory check into the immense ref of esoteric wisdom encoded into said monument and how it provides the key for decoding another option of awareness that, before the sky fell, was as common as the concept, at present, that the Earth is big, the universe immense and thus people are small and insignificant. They, on the flip, Knew we were within a Youniverse instead and thus this dimension, its inhabitants and the rest all the way back to the all of everything dwells within ones awareness ergo you never interact with anything beyond figments of your imagination so never trust an atom as they make up everything.
This too is just part of the process and I, as a disaffected malcontent, rebel against the current paradigm in which the bull of virtue stands on one leg for which they’re about to sell a silicon prosthesis that, to the denizens of Hell, will seem heaven sent as they miss the Trojan Whorez that kick at the sub cellular level aka how to get out of this bish and why everyone who tasted death and returned said:
“My life rewound like a tape and I felt a huge sense of bliss in which there was a dark tunnel with light at the end that was saturated with affection and, stranger still, it felt oddly familiar in its newness as I could tell someone was waiting on the other end”.
In other words:
This is consensual insanity, in full effect. Somewhere between the Valley of the Plebs that 81% accept, without question, and the highest high man can get without a chemical assist is the ocean of the perilous where the mystic swims and mad man is drowning. The pleasure trippers drop in with a bungee cord attached to a plane which shifts their base state of resonance much like a radio set can tune in to any number of signals and this is why its quite common to note non corporeal beings that either warmly welcome them or growl at their intrusion which offers a true hint of where dreams doth kick and why they have heir own internally strange logic that makes perfect sense until you shift to another resonance. That is personal insanity, drip fed. The so called schizo is, instead, force fed a buffet of hyperdimensional energetics against his will whilst the mystic develops the field of containment needed to use this much like a diamond body as opposed to one made of carbon. When you see life from this lens the meta of an amusement park of the flesh makes a lot of sense but when you pull out and up your res you can’t help but wondering about the nature of the intent at the helm for this spin and how their mindset is so different to the ones who were previously in control during the stages of Generation and Operation as we live in times of Destruction. Compress that to its familiar acronym and you’ll get why god is actually both a process and consciousness ergo you are it and the Devil as well which is totally mind bending hence the mindset of the so called schizo makes perfect sense as people thought Van Gogh was a scribbling idiot until modern tech invented some things that could see with his standard vision and noted he’d mapped, really well, the cosmic background radiation which is the Self same thing that manifests as TV static, back when, before the Game became digital as the Devil may be in the details but the Prime manifests as something else which is akin to a whole elephant, immense, in a room way too small for it as people peer in various windows that are dressed with specific curtains and scripts to obscure the entire thing whilst creating adepts of the Mystical Rope, Wall so Thick etc etc.
The ocean of the perilous is, as its name suggests, quite dangerous but when you’ve stepped into a life that is ten times more treacherous you develop a type of solace and resonance that equals the opposite disconnection from the flesh which is in this realm but you are certainly not of it. Am I singing to the deaf whilst dancing for the blind? Who knows? The coming tech will tap into the same thing but drip fed using augments hence why Siri intends to sit in your iris as the apple of your eye, already bit, but with no shyness present as people are hypnotized by one single facet of the black cube of existence which is akin to the small room within which the elephant sits and all, indirect, worship hence why the daze of the weak across this realm is linked to the planets which, above, spin and this was something I, as a curious jit, linked with the shape of the atom, as presented, and was duly ejected from the class for not relenting in my question to find the answer if we are, indeed, with a Jack & the Beanstalk thing. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. When you live in times of universal deception that build consensual insanity tunnels within mens heads then fiction is the perfect vehicle to rep the authentic as, if sold as true, the mind would rebel and reject whereas one can easily watch the Matrix and pass undigested gems of gnosis in their intellectual roughage whilst the ones at the helm point to the terms and conditions then said:
“See, we told em! Ain’t our fault if they don’t get”. Such is the mindset of men who wrestle with god and, in a strange way, I’m doing the same thing except I’m of the gnosis that I am a fractal expression of the Prime, pre-existing, and the men who would be kings are thus nothing more or less than my imagination made manifest ergo you are a puzzle only you can solve, my friend, as one size does not fit all in the field of metaphysics but the tailoring duo of Pinkus & Fuctus who’ve sold threads that don’t exist to ever Slave, Emperor and King hand you off the peg mindsets that are designed to their preference hence two decades of “Sit still, look ahead, do well on the test or your parents will stress” and the rest which says the same but in a different dialect. I mean, just imagine, who would you be with no Hollywood influence? Really ponder this at depth, my friend, as it can generate interesting discussions with those who’ve never contemplated the script or true nature of the beast in their midst.
I’ve been doing this for lifetimes and the current spin feels like I’ve clocked in aeons in this realm and this is why, I guess, I cranked up the levels to full tilt in order to take the only chip I possess – gnosis – and bet on Self as we gamble with our Souls in this immense Game that uses them as credits to manifest the flesh you’re wearing to decode these glyphs which, via the black mirror in your grip, sends a skeleton outline of my own inner realms with the intent to spark light in the darkness so you too may liberate the elephant and ride off to a land where the sun doesn’t rise nor set. It simply is. And its beautiful. Feelings are key (or Chi, if you’re from the Orient) hence why white men with stiff upper lips and distinct lack of rhythm set about “civilizing” the savage realms of melanin by beating the black off em and recasting his story in their image which is why before they built the Pyramids they invented really, really good sunblock then the scientific rev that denied the Ether exists thanks to the stooge of a beggar dressed in purple who was an idiot missing from some village that was absent a third class technical expert in their patent office. He is the reason, my friend, you have a replication crisis in science which, long ago, wandered into the realms of accepted fiction mixed with hopeful thinking thanks to the expert tailoring of P&F, Inc. Imagine an optical delusion that makes a load of sense when seen from a forced perspect but totally falls apart when it clicks the bits don’t stick and actually have wildly differing proportions and you’ll see why I said Tesla was, is and will be correct as he saw the lay of the land as it is and not what they sell and tell to the masses as a control mechanism. Its worth noting that John Nash, of A Beautiful Mind fame, also disagreed with his Steineys sketch as he tended not to climb the same mountain as the rest but, solo, scale a bigger hill then use that higher vantage to shine the light of pure awareness on what presents to form his own perspect on the way it is.
We are within a structure which is, when functioning correct, as invisible as water to a fish who swim in an ocean filled with a glass maze. Thats the hint, my friend, as you may not see but you certainly feel the presence which is why most are well trained to neglect and desire to get ahead when, in the end, its the heart which needs weighing as it lumbers under the burden of ignorance and Adulteration which makes the world how it is. What is the point in me doing all of this? A man, far wiser, who sat upon a hill once said I should fix my own problems and leave the rest up to them and I get that he may be correct but why did his empathy not extend to the rest of the realm now he’d found his salvation and was dressed in white threads he had no wish to mess with the filth of the masses? Could it be, once again, that what Plato said about the man who escapes the shadows depth and feels the real sun on his visage is seen as a madman to the rest who will fight, to the death, to protect their investment in ignorance due to the familiar comfort it brings as they get to ignore the contraption, invisible, all round them and, instead, get to feel content that others agree with them as they yell “Death to infidels!” if you dare dig another tunnel like labyrinth in the maze of consciousness that passes, really well, for the minds of men in this realm at present. Even if you got, one hundred percent, what I said its still second hand enlightenment and thats about as much use as a man on an island of lesbians so I really have to question my own personal insanity which is most Quixotic, yes? Are you willing to be so open and honest with your Self, my friend? I’ve filled volumes with my thoughts and inspirations in this quest for meaning and who I am isn’t what I was and this is a constantly refining process in which I, daily, chip away at my ignorance in comparison to the collective who had it laid on thick and keep adding deeper and deeper layers to the mix until they get a Princess & the Pea effect except what perturbs them is that quiet voice within I’ve termed the Psylense which may or may not be the same as the Ether which manifests on the countenance of each child that steps in…
If sane is place then those “in” are, by definition, correct ergo consensual outsanity would be more appropriate as I’d be willing to bet that if I asked you to be really real and totally genuine the difference between then and now in terms of your awareness and resonance is you, as a jit, were firmly Centered in Self as it was standard equipment and now, instead, you dwell on the outskirts of your mind as living hostage of the voice in your head most accept is them without ever stopping to question how the heck this is possible if they are actually he who listens… Your consensual insanity? Rejected. Same with all the plots and plans you scheme, both local and distant.
Till we meet again
