Lets pretend you had a “friend” that you called best. Inseparable, it would seem. He lives within. Your head, that is. Left hemisphere, to be specific, and manifests on the reg as the voice which says:
“Do this! And that”. Which you do. Why? Because he said. The thing is that so very few stop and comprehend that this presence in the midst of pure consciousness isn’t them. I mean, how can it be when you are that which listens instead? This, once placed into practice, reveal this proxy as the seed of Satan himself and that is when things get slick as it will reach into its immense bag of tricks to keep on selling the deception you’d bought, freely, since a jit.
Haven’t you ever wondered why the term “second nature” hides with the hint that there is an earlier, more primal aspect? Read this text about square watermelons and the desire to fit in and please your parents by being the one who regurgitated best on the test what they said, back when. It really is that simple, in effect, but the practice is staggeringly complex as you have been conditioned to accept being second best in your own lifes performance which is a really sad state of affairs, isn’t it? It is rife in the sports realm hence why so many pugilists have another name in which they invest and it is this that brings to the stage their original state. Sugar Ray said it best:
“If, when lacing up my equipment, I look in the mirror and see Mr Leonard staring back at me then the fight is lost before I even did swing a single fist”.
Boxing is akin to chess with your fists as one must think a few steps ahead, plot, plan and execute a play that is right in front of them but isn’t seen till its too late. Not for nothing do they say that its not the strength of the punch that brings the KO in but the fact that it appeared, seemingly, out of nothing. On the board this can be a piece you moved in your opening statement and then left on the sideline as the skirmish kicked only to find it takes out the Opponents King as you said:
“Cheques in the post, mate” and bopped out, with a grin.
In many ways we play this same Game inside out heads but, for many, the fight is so one sided its akin to Dredderick Tatum vs one Homer Simpson. Occasionally, like Rocky said, a bum manages to clamber in the ring and go the distance. I feel I’m such a contender, contending with the parasite of consciousness and this is my testament:
The “friend” in your head who isn’t brings such an elegant deception that is designed to appeal – with expert precision – to the best and worst in man in the same instance and thus, whichever way one turns, the horns of a dilemma do present. Did you know that every single alphabet, from past to present, actually references a bull as its starting? Isn’t that interesting? Anyway, this was one of the creatures that man first did venerate and it makes perfect sense when you consider that this creation has strength which is immense that we can harness to plough the field and such things as it can do the work of ten men without breaking a sweat and its maintenance is next to nil. Not only this but its ilk provide milk which becomes butter as well as cream and then we have the bits about its skin and even its excrement causes crops that would wilt to gain a second strength. As always, there are calibers of men with their own levels of consciousness and, back when, each village had a Shaman who kept the spiritual and temporal in check and handled all types of things his denizens would bring as they requested his attention. This could range from marital pairings and their suit to how to generate more loot or making the rain to fall. All within his retinue as these Souls did commune with the all of everything as they were connected to an Innernet via the use of carbon which they’d transcend to gain higher states of consciousness and thus they did fly overhead the forest of illusion as a bird of awareness which bought back solutions and things that, to us, would seem miraculous. To them the cow said a different thing as they sat and listened then looked in its eyes so placed. “Moo” escaped its lips in appreciation of being fed and petted by the sage and thus came to this realm the scared syllable of “Om” which is, quite literally, the sound of creation hence why M is the letter, Thirteenth, and is the only you vibrate internally with lips sealed.
Quiet as kept for most of the plebs who link this digit with misery but that is mere perfidy to throw one off the scent of the why the psychosocial treadmill runs from One to Twelve then back again. Jesus, once again, offered a hint hence the number of his disciples with his Self in the mid. Things like this may seem like startlingly obvious observations but they are blips the “friend” in your head will never let you think as he prefers you Thunk instead hence why its vital to up your res and deprogram the mess they poured in as wisdom doesn’t kick from learning another sacred text you won’t put into practice beyond the lip service needed to be down with the clique. No, its simply a case of returning to Inner Sense hence go back the way you came is the play to win the Game but, know this, on the way ye shall, for certain, have to embrace the pain you pretend didn’t kick as two words shattered your inner realms and caused a thorn, external, to spin within and this is what birthed the (false) self currently at the helm.
The most worrying thing about this tradition of ignorance is the implications it presents for when you’re just beyond the flesh and come face to faceless with death. Its habits are ingrained, just like frozen water takes a shape, ergo if you Thunk you’re the tint and not the pure waters, unflavored, then, like Bobby, you’ll have a Houston problem and you’ll be right back in Kansas again, Dorothy. Have you noticed how, in so many flicks, they follow a near identical script known as the Hero’s Quest? You will note that, quite often, as he fights against external things the true conflict is always within and how he must shed an old skin that was actually an inefficient suit of armor instead that prevented true freedom. In many ways this is the story of the Cave but in a new dress as it was said one who takes his chances and finds true freedom cannot help but laugh and grin at the third rate approximation of shadows cast on a wall with a flame behind them as they sat, trapped, in a strange contraption aka square watermelons. He faces, at this point, a test. He can either enjoy the real realm with its sun and air, fresh, or delve back into the dank with the intent to save the rest. This is a pretty good parable for all the prophets who visited as well as a hint at who killed them dead and built said contraptions to harvest ones energetics in the flesh.
To me it is pretty wild how people will champion their enSlavement and take freedom as a threat without stopping to comprehend it is not them who wishes this but the creature of habit who is their (false) self. What do we expect when we Thunk we can condition goodness and force our kids to grow and be just as inauthentic when their parents are, often, frankly miserable but would rather die than admit it. Its like being trapped in a lift from which there is no escaping as it hurtles toward its destination and someone keeps farting, silently. Everyone can smell the stench but they stand there and grin, politely. What a weird world we are in, yes?
The “friend” in your head who isn’t is, however, a master of deception and I do believe Malcolm X said that one should be wary of the press as they’ll have you championing the oppressor whilst lambasting the oppressed. This pic shows its well:
This is why I’ve said, often, there are three sides to every story and the Game has the same halves as well. Cue:
“Ackshually, that would be thirds, you incompetent ignorant. You may have aced English Lit but your maths is a straight mess”.
To them I say this:
Do the Knowledge and tell me which one you think pays the best return on investment. See, there is what you know you know (like the content of your conscious head, how they make bread and whats happening with a certain celeb). Then there is what you know you don’t know. For example, the ins and outs of the quantum realm or why the Great Pyramid encodes within the speed of light and such things as well as the complex elegance of the Sanskrit language from back when. Beneath this is where the magic happens, truly, as it houses what you don’t know you don’t know and thus never even thought was possible. This is where Shamans (and Tesla) lived hence the one truth that was said by the beggar dressed in purple velvet was that the only thing that got in the way of his imagination was his education. Probably nicked that one when he was stealing patents. I kid, I kid.
The “friend” in your head who isn’t runs a really tight ship that promises bright lights and pretty things but, somehow, you end up scrubbing the deck whilst others enjoy themselves. Hollywood pimps this, real well, and if you stop, disconnect and study the subtext its actually saying:
“You are poor, worthless and inept. Ugly as well and lets not mention stupid” as they show immaculate people doing a variety of things you wish you did but lack the confidence and thus don’t attempt to manifest. In many ways we’re living on an island of illusion and it was built, primarily, by the (false) self as the people working the land, back when, had a totally different type of consciousness. The strangest thing about this imprint is how its formed via trauma, generational, as that is most people inheritance ergo the root cause of all of your problems is spiritual and this is, in the end, simply consciousness at a higher res hence why it behooves one to do the Knowledge as we could be cavemen, astronauts or semi synthetic humans who are augmented with a chip but the purity of your awareness and connection to the Prime who pre-exists is what makes all things possible and do you know what the real mind bender is? That all of this realm, the dimension and all within actually dwell inside your consciousness and this is exactly how the Shaman did what he did as he communed with the elements which, in modern parlance, would be playing the Game on “God Mode” but without cheating as everyone was this, back when, but if they were today who’d accept minimal wage and the “divine” right of Kings? As a parting shot which hits like a Nine double M to the dome of the (false) self:
Realize this. Each time it talks its actually reflecting back in an energy Pattern you would be best off letting jet as it only exists by interfering with what is natural to sustain its presence then attaching to old emotions to generate its relevance. This is why its schtick is always based in the past or future events as it cannot access the golden circle of now within which Inner Sense dwells. Here is how to handle it, practically. Next time you feel your Self playing table tennis in your head where it serves an old recollect that you rally with fresh awareness simply stop instead. Counter noiZ with Psylense. Cease engaging and bring your minds eye beneath your neck and you will notice there is a correlate of tension, somewhere in your flesh. Focus on that instead. Breathe into it. Map out the terrain. Note differences, levels of pain. Accept it with your wholehearted presence, as it is, without trying to change or shift it. This is the oil well its been draining to sustain itself. Then, just let it go. If you have difficulty doing this refer to the linked article and use a ball instead to come to grips with your subtle energetics. After a bit you’ll just get it as its an entirely natural thing. By the way, note where you breathing goes and where it resists. Fill the map in from the “Does your body hurt?” article and use it as a frame of reference and progression.
Thats the beginning and end of the “friend” in your head who isn’t. Once this clicks it gets very addictive and you will have a first person perspective on what I meant when I said 81% of this realm are Slaves as I used to be one as well. Until I declared war on my (false) self and this is how one begins to awaken the Warrior within as it becomes quite evident that its the DKDK section that runs everything so why not get familiar with your strengths instead of hiding from your weakness which isn’t. The gift of the present often comes wrapped in papers of dread ergo on the chosen choose themselves as all is a test in this realm ergo one should up their res to beyond the forced perspect of accepted ignorance.
Till we meet again
