“Its all in your mind” the Doc says to the neurotic who (thanks to the power invested in her by Google) is firmly convinced that her headache due to low levels of magnesium is actually an aneurysm. Do you know what the most ironic part of this is? The medical professional will not prescribe this essential mineral that is responsible for over four hundred different cascade processes and everyone is deficient in. No, he’ll pop out the latest pill that he may or may not get a bonus to sell and, hopefully, it makes her chill. Privately she feels he doesn’t listen. She sees random flashes of light, now and then, along with a cramping feeling of tension in her head that feels constant but seems to ebb and flow more or less depending on how she stresses. And this she does plenty, my friend. That is how we met:
“That doctor is an idiot” she said, exasperated, as she tossed over her prescription for my inspection.
“Amitriptyline, hmm. Throw them in the bin and take these instead” I said, handing her a Magnesium complex that was a synergistic blend of L-Threonate (clearer thinking), Glycinate (brain health) and Malate (pain relief) along with a secret sprinkle of other things like a nice hit of L-Theanine (mellow vibes, come alive) and Tulsi for cortisol regulation. She looked at the pills and then questioned:
“But I didn’t even tell you about the whole thing? The flashes of light at the edges of my eyes, how my mind feels like its starting to slide as I slip and forget silly things and this really weird sensation that feels like a twitch but when I touch, nothing is happening. At least he listened before telling me it was all in my head”.
“Take em or leave em, pay for results, recollect? Decide in your mind now what its worth to be free of all of these symptoms then take those pills and consume six a day, split, for a month then check back in”. She looked dubious but it wasn’t going to cost her a thing until she’d felt the effects so she said she’d pay “anything” to feel better as she was currently convinced it was a major malfunction. I recalibrated this to something more reasonable and palpable then sent her on her way. She dropped in again less than nine days hence and bopped in with a grin then said:
“These are absolutely amazing but that isn’t the main thing. Its my dreams. They’re super duper intense and mental as hell. What the heck is in em?”. Just another day at the drop in as I could tell, in an instant, what her problem is from the intense air of nervous agitation she always manifested with her presence. That and slight twitch in her lids, some dry, cracked lips and how her thoughts moved at a different pace to her awareness for her mind did flit. What she said in the flesh and energetic aspects provided all the tells and her self diagnosis was a hint that prepared that specific blend. I told her this was due to the mix of Vitamin B Six and Zinc interacting with the three forms of Magnesium which were facilitating a deep state of rest and associated neuro-correction needed to vent the aggregated stress that was looping in on itself and lead to her doctors visit.
“Huh. Makes sense. Anyway, listen, so I was running through this hospital but all of the beds were swings instead and you won’t believe who was riding them…” she said as we pivoted into the business of introspection at depth that, often, signals the start of a spiritual awakening. I say all of that to say this:
You are not a human being and the brain doesn’t create consciousness. The latter is what you is, the former simply conducts its from a place beyond this realm like a carbon based television set that plays out a script written, starring and directed by you. Pretty amazing, eh? We, of stripy toothpaste and flat screens, have been trained to think the opposite but that is simply a hallmark of the Game we’re playing and the current stage which is the living incarnation of “Make the lie big and repeat it often“. Apply that maxim to everything you currently think, hold dear and cherish if you’ve never examined, critical, or live the life unexamined as all of those second hand, third person perspectives you inherited and wear within are nothing more or less than elegant fabrications or outright deceptions built on the inversion of what truly is. Much like the Matrix, no one can be told of this but it becomes Self evident once you do the Knowledge, my friend. In this young ladies example she went, hyper quick, from being a modern liberal slash staunch materialist to something quite different that was beyond labels and outer things as she started comprehending the power of Self authoring. For her, the gateway imperience was her dreams as, before, she was too stressed to sleep, rose with a coffee and then spent the rest of the day chasing the tale in her head before having a drink to go to bed and then doing it all again. Once the Mg did its thing, however, things did shit, really quick, and when she asked me to help interpret her nocturnal visions I simply offered a rudiment perspect then directed her to access the child within and ask her what she thinks. Needless to say, she was hooked and, quite literally, a changed woman as she came to comprehend this scared and anxious little being that dwelled inside her shadowy aspects held a truck load of feelings never sensed and thus:
“If its all swings and roundabouts then it means everything has a message, correct?”. She nodded her head. “When else do you remember or link to the vision of the hospital?”.
“Well, I thought I was headed that way, for certain, as I was feeling out of my head and nearly half past dead when I went to see the medic. The web had all but confirmed it was terminal and all the pieces fit but I hate taking pills but felt like I had no other option as I really wanted an xray or something to prove it wasn’t all in my head”. She stopped, dropped a wry grin then said. “I guess it was though. Just not like I expected!“. She then went on to introspect how the image of there being no beds but swings instead that were filled with various younger versions of herself was an invitation to play and the whole thing had been expertly stage managed to bring said hints to her awareness because – “If I’d had the time off work to sit and actually do nothing I would have got the attention I secretly coveted back when but my mother, career woman, par excellence, was too busy to give and thus me and my inner kid would have finally formed the link which is what the pain was signaling as a massively roundabout way of forcing me to check in. Wow” escape from her lips followed by a long sigh that, to her, was invisible but, to me, spoke of her diaphragm releasing a long held belt of tension. This comment came at a later session as she’d been diligently upping her res as she learned to speak body language and had started building a relationship, nourishing, with her Prime resonance I call Inner Sense. I say all of that to say this:
Its literally all in your mind.
All of it. Me as well. She too, even if you’ve never met and only Witnessed her energetics, vicarious. This is why the very act of looking changes what is observed and how apples are actually any color but red as that is the belt of resonance they reject but we accept as self evident. Do you see how slick the Game is, my friend? Thats just one basic deception on a tiny wave of the EM spectrum and thats before we even get in to why you should never trust an atom because they make up everything. What do you suspect is in the mid that is surrounded by nothing and yet seems totally solid? Information. Let me share something which is sure to flip your lid at the implications:
Fifty thousand foot rolls of polypropylene were unwinding at high speeds for ThreeM, back in the Eighties. A thousand feet per minute is a pretty good clip but what came next is the key to the Matrix as it showed, real well, the edge between matter and Spirit as the environment filled with a wall, invisible, that people slammed up against, and yet, they could not see a thing. But for sure, they felt it. Their hair stood on end, clothing was snap, crackling and flies were drawn in like the force of a magnet said “Come on down!”. Two hundred Kilovolts per feets were clocked by David Swenson via his precision instruments with fine tuning plus that was before even entering the zone… Make of it what you will but, to me, the view tells it really well when you take what I’ve said before into consideration as this electrostatic field, twenty foot thick, handled its biz as the workers looked on in amazement. The saddest thing about life is we ignore everyday miracles and their implications as to the bigger pic.
What do you make of this, my friend? Well, whatever you get I hope you recollect that its literally all in your head because whilst that may be the place you know your mind best in this realm it certainly isn’t its point of origin nor final destination because what if we took that field of electrostatic and named it “John of House Smith” then placed your awareness within and as the charge dissipated called it aging and death but then you found what you classed as the end was simply regaining access to the whole range of the EM spectrum as opposed to a tiny, tiny bit that your mind, encapsulated, distorts, filters and edits before creating a narrative based, mainly, on what you expect which is, if you stop and think, about as wild and outrageous as it is calmly logical, yes? In between these two polar opposites sits a state I’ve termed the Witness which is the same, one life to the next, or awake then in bed whence you see technicolor dream visions behind closed eyelids that seem super real and interesting until you break the loop and step back in to a higher state of consciousness which is, in the end, the same thing but another octave hence you never die nor live, simply visit and if that isn’t a pretty amazing way to speak on the Game we all play using our Souls as a way to gain access then I don’t know what is.
As things expand they become coherent in their resonance. This is our natural state that I’ve termed Inner Sense and, like heat, it has no limits. Actually, the Planck Temp is another hint that we’re inside a thing which is a simulation of something else but thats a deeper topic as there is, for certain, an Absolute Zero which hints that chill, like evil, has limits whereas good cannot be conditioned as it constantly springs from within. Unless you dam the well and redirect the currents from two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” as its this type of rhetoric that creates hypochondriacs, par excellence, who daren’t admit they’re balls of stress held together by bands of tension based on a lack of attention when developing which, like an EM field, exerts its own resonance that carves out a niche in the elements and thus we’ve not only unsquared the circle of being human but blended them, so well, that a spiritualized spiral doth ascend and tastes, once again, true freedom in the flesh and the anamnesis it brings ergo you can’t help but grin at the sheer ridiculousness of the waking dream you once invested in for it seemed so solid and believable. But, don’t take my word for it as that would be foolishness, par excellence. Instead, do the Knowledge my friend for the Kingdom is within… A quite accurate way to start considering is the image of Atlantis in which we have a central island surrounded by a ring of water and more, concentric, repeat the resonance. Imagine there were no bridges and you were scared of stepping in to the water ergo you lived and died in the mid and never clicked the rest that kicked as the limits you simply accepted were meant to be pushed against. Lets pretend you come back and, this time, you nurture that spark of rebellion and make it your lifes work to cross the great expanse and then you meet other Souls, expanded, who are like “Took you long enough!” as they could see thee, perfectly, but them to ye was as an invisible as water to a fish.
Thats a pretty accurate sketch to fill and color within, around and all over the lines your Self as when they say reality is what you can get away with its meant and I mean that in the sense of the spell they tack on the end of “govern” to show who rules your head and says what it is because, in the end, we’re like an idea that sits in an immense field of localized electrostatic that we term as the flesh and when its new and daisy fresh the resonance fairly pours out from within as this realm cannot contain the unfinite hence the two decades of training, as said. After a while this glow dims and we stop asking questions and believe things are solid but this is akin to wandering around a tiny island you know super well and missing the rest of the links as that take developing a special type of resonance and numinous grit this brings. Now, if one does, the rest can and, pretty soon, its no big thing to flit between the circles and people wonder how those, back when, never stopped to examine what was always right in front of them. This is, my friend, the difference between a Slaves and Warriors inner realms… Its literally all in your mind.
Till we meet again
