“Know ye not?” he said whilst delivering the greatest ethering the world has ever seen to those who proclaim to be the holy when, in reality, they’re wolves wearing skins of the lambs they’ve killed and now sell a pretense to the rest and will call you a something something if you happen to spot the difference and mention it.
This isn’t a glib statement as I can prove it and you are welcome to reality test the variables in order to draw your own conclusions. Step one:
The most important thing in this realm, upon which everything else is built, is pure consciousness. The Observer Effect attests to this as does the example of a kid playing sports who scrapes his leg then yelps upon noticing but not before this. Energy flows wherever the attention goes which is why you can tell, ten times out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head. Now, the implications of this, when taken to their logical conclusions will end with a statement that I suspect will be much in tune with the title of this article because the brain (which doesn’t create awareness, only modulates it) is in on the trick and its such an elegant decep that eight out of ten will never question what kicks. Stop and think:
Water takes the shape of whatever its poured in, correct? Back it up a step and its the rain that fell, yes? Rewind a bit more and its a cloud of undifferentiated higher consciousness in a prime realm that saturates this land of illusion in which people are frozen stiff, like little sentient snowmen, scared to death of melting. That, my friend, is the Game of Souls, in a nutshell because whilst there may indeed be nothing going on but the rent its worth noting that J.O.B was linked with persecution which wouldn’t relent as he kept on going about his biz. Your life is just like that so, in a sense, it does what it says on the tin but lets stick to the topic:
So, pure consciousness, the all of everything to which many people fix loads of different labels and then kill others with varying descriptions after calling them infidels fell into the hands of one without that connection and thus lacking the full link. Shades of Gnosticism, yes? Well, it matches what I’ve seen beyond this realm really well with some notable differences in arrangement we’ll get into as and when. I want you to pretend that its a raging hot day and you, as a kid, get into your head to build a tent using the darkest, heaviest material you can get. You do this, real well and now have a totally sealed realm where you sit, by your Self. For some reason you find a knife in the arrangement of a pen and cut a little hole in the skin. “Let there be light!” you said as the illumination that was always present but laid under obscuration poured in. Lets pretend that your imagination is so vivid, so intense that all you need to do is think and things happen. Into this cosmic whirlwind you place objects in motion that condense sentience. Lets call them planets. With a grin you said:
“I planned it and its going as intended!” as you settle in to your role as a god of this realm. The rocks doth condense and start to spin against the darkness in their own little orbits. Then something interesting happens. Because nature is fractal and 1 + 1 = 11 in that sense the arrangement of these things invoked a higher resonance and you find something almost human walking around, for a bit, on the third rock from the shine that is pouring. “Oh my me!” says thee as you now have imaginary friends to assuage your loneliness.
Thing is there is a difference between you and them. Not only do they struggle to comprehend the materials they are wearing in your domain (and domination) they all forget they possess that which you lack:
Thats correct. See you may be in and of the tent you built as you can’t escape its grip but they came from the original point of origin and thus can leave when they wish and get back on with their true gift which is being immortal and without limits. “But, but, but, but then I’ll be lonely!” said the child with his chin wobbling and set off, in his limited ways of thinking, to ensure that never, ever happened.
That, in a nutshell, is what most people are worshipping. I know, “So blasphemous is he to speak about his majesty like this!” and other vainglorious proclamations as they link their presence via association with that which limits then under the guise of freedom but how many of them click that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing them they’re him? You think thats thoughts you’re Thunking? How can you be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which is listening, my friend?
We are gods with amnesia. What I’ve just outlined above is a condensed set of steps about my adventures in this and previous incarnations to draw these conclusions as I’m not simply parroting, verbatim, the details of a cake I’ve never tasted but speaking after munching the basic biscuit of true gnosis that really made me grin at how slick this deception is.
Look at the words of pretty much every single prophet, the old shamans, medicine women and modern schizophrenics as well:
They all offer a hint that none of this is what you suspect and the true, non dumbed down image, is so intense that you may just flip your lid if you aren’t suitably prepped to handle the voltage. Buddha documented the tricks that were attempted against him, by his own kith and kin, who would profit from his ignorance and yet he saw through the deception. Jesus and Yahweh are bipolar opposites and yet the Church and various appendages of satan have pimped and flipped the narrative to make it seem like they’re identical when one was all about liberation and severing links to this realm whilst the other was a blood thirsty tyrant that killed those who opposed him. Remind me, again, how all of the modern problems in this realm, in a spiritual sense, all stem from three faiths that proclaim similar things in the same location and each and every one of them is totally convinced they’re correct and the others are tricked ergo death to the infidels and the potential world ending event which shall kick when one side is definitively losing and hits the nuclear switch that turns us back into Adam and Eve living in caves again. Say, you don’t think this could’ve already happened do you? Like this may be just what the Hindus with their Vedic text mention as weapons that melted elephants with a the glory of a thousand suns did their thing and the sky fell aka the Star Wars phenomenon? “Nah, don’t be stupid! Thats just Hollywood doing what it does best!“.
The funny thing about the truth in the darkness is people often fall over it and get up then carry on like nothing even happened…
The Zoroastrians had a similar sketch in which they, the grandfathers of monotheism, posited two forces in this realm. One beneficial and benevolent and the other wicked and savage that opposed all forms of goodness and excelled in corruption. I’ll let you tell who is at the helm of the tent in the third dimension with a hole poked in it to trap Souls in the flesh and then convince them they’re human and their true problem is external.
That is what happened with all the sects of the Gnostics like the Manicheans and Mandaens, Essenes and Cathars as well. Struck dead, looted and pretty much erased from the record whilst the wolves in fancy dress donned the skin of the pious and corrupted their teachings. No wonder Jesus said they are of the devil and there is no truth in them because they are, first and foremost, people of the tent that thrive in the darkness as they prey on ignorance of the rest that don’t recollect they’re gods trained to forget their innate divine connection aka pure consciousness. In a Game like this its innerstandable why demons would don fancy dress to play with the perceptions of those who were in the grip of ignorance and totally lacking in gnosis, yes? After all, if they got it they’d pick up sticks, head for the hills and get out of this realm which would leave a sad little schlep, alone in a tent, with those who would, eventually, eat him for sustenance as they know nothing else but consumption given that he built them in his image. Pretty wild, yes? And here we are, stuck in the midst of a rock and hard place whilst wearing tender flesh that is drawn toward pleasure and away from pain and thus easily manipulated via the use of trauma, symbol and repetition which, by the way, is the secret blueprint of the modern realm. Just ask a Millennial.
Actually, trace this back to the cavemen I mentioned that were circling jerking in the earliest fertility rituals to see who was still capable of reproducing as they “went forth to multiply” and attempted to engage in fructification in the midst of all types of aberration due to the end of the last stage of the Game which signaled the beginning of the traumatic inheritance and mind control programming that currently runs in your veins at the present moment and influences your decisions. Case in point, rats trained to run a maze create kids that do better than other specimens without that experience ergo you could say we take to trauma like a fish swims and if it happens to come prepackaged with old texts, powerful symbols and immense rituals then, in the words of the Borg, resistance is futile. And yet not one child steps in with any of this inside their chest. No, its latent and must be activated by programming which is where the archons (aka the planets) step in to do what they do best. Don’t worry, my friend, you’ve been worshipping them without realizing which is why they’re plainly hid in the daze of weakness you heap on your head along with other spells as you say “Thank F its Friyas Day!” and get drunk off your tits before engaging in sex thats vigorous plus you can ponder why its nine to five as eight to six may just kill a bish. Not for nothing, why do most heart attacks happen on Monday? What of back when when thirteen moonths equaled a year before the sun crept in to a position of dominance and the subjugation of the divine feminine (aka Holy Spirit that was struck from the record and replaced with a thousand Mary’s in order to induce confusion) which culminates with the present moment of… I’ll let you tell it as I’m sure thats more than enough for the 81% still plugged into this construction to digest as you can probably guess the 11s and who they rep as well as the fact the he who pushed the pen is an 8 who says:
Dare ye Know the Ledge? Me? I had no choice in this and had to up my res due to those who, seemingly, want me dead and the Prime, the pre-existing one of whom I am an aspect made flesh that keeps me powerfully protected hence why I’ve said what I’ve said as what springs from my pen came from what I’ve lived, died and came back again to spread.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
