We, as a society are drawn toward the light because the dark inside hides the glow we’re truly seeking. Like moths called to an artificial flame that wasn’t in their blueprint we’re maladapted to the world due to these inventions and our own ignorance. Imagine you lived in this realm ten thousand years ago, can you even comprehend how immensely different it would feel? Better yet if I were to pick that version of you and this and ask them to switch both would say them same thing about their new environment:
I’d be willing to bet it would be easier for you to become accustomed to back in the days than the flip because you were born into the noiZ that other can’t even imagine. In that respect we’re like frogs that were dunked into hells kitchen and have the water turned up in increments versus them who would dwell on the lilly pad in their element. See why it would be easier to switch back to what is innate, that state I call Inner Sense? In that flick you’d comprehend, real quick, exactly what, where, when, why and how of the System that imparts Adulteration is and then, bringing you back to the present, you’d wonder how the hell people can be some numb, dumb and disconnected? Worse still is if you tried to raise them from the slumber they’ll deny they’re within. Why? Because they haven’t balanced the equation, can’t see the relation between the outer chaos and the same within they pretend doesn’t exist.
As a collective we’re starting to realize what the ancestors know well and that is all starts and end within. You are what you’ve been seeking and it doesn’t exist in any books or temples (although they can provide guidance). This is why the spell “atonement” says well that its a question of singular resonance. For a long time we’d outlawed nature and embraced the synthetic when it comes to dealing with problems. Why? Mainly the patent system because those who do are in it for a check and your best interests are super low on their lists and thus they spend on lobbying and the politicians you elect sell out your position in order to pad their bottom line and live the life they wished. Sad, but true, isn’t it? If freedom is outlawed then only criminals dare step across the line in the sand another tries to convince them is real and solid. Thats a pretty wild concept but most people are already beaten into submission and well on the way to Adulteration before they hit double digits when it comes to their life sentence.
The ancients studied the planets, their movements, the animals and their actions as they sought the common resonance. Plant allies were a part of this and modern science is amazed how one herb can contain a powerful hallucinogen which is totally inactive until its mixed with another that always grows within a short distance. When they asked the old shamans how they knew this was the mix that would have them surfing the non physical realms like you do the web they simply answered:
“The plants told me”.
This is intelligence that rests in your fingertips if they’re connected to your chest because the Adulterant attempts to bypass this process hence the glow in children dims and they seek outside themselves for solutions and find nothing but a whole load of problems. Taking it to another level the ancestors clicked that there must be something happening on different levels and sought ways of fine tuning their consciousness. Not for nothing are the mountains associated with the gods, asetics and mystics and this is because the higher one gets the less interference is presence. Those without such things found other options and many either retired into caves filled with darkness or created their own types of underground caverns in order to see what happens. The concept was simple:
We came from the womb of darkness and thus if one returns whilst living what rises after the imperience shall most certainly be different. Knowing the deal it meant the ultimate disconnection for which there was plenty of training because if one is to remain in total isolation and complete darkness then best believe you’d already have created a good grip of resonance on your faculties and flesh as this is an advanced kind of practical metaphysics. What they discovered was interesting because the mindbody shifts its resonance depending upon its environment and when it realizes the regular rhythm of light and dark isn’t present it starts amusing itself with a rush of chemicals that are usually rationed and drip fed as you go to bed.
The inner sun begins its ascent and the visions they described of seeing the seven heavens, ascending on a chariot and meeting god herself in an amazing presence that is entirely ineffable and yet totally Witnessed happens as the DMT levels within start rising. As you can guess there are also immense metabolic shifts and this state of intense relaxation with single pointed focus within makes the world they left living fall dead without their attention. Part and parcel of the process was that a lot of the mess they carried as tension patterns and habitual ways of thinking also started to melt. Why? Because there were no old habits to sustain them. In that respect it was like the shedding of skin and thus after a few months within he who left was exceedingly different to the man who stepped in. Truly born again. In a visceral sense. Often these people were glowing due to their illumination and after they’d sit and kick it with others who’d done the same thing as they compared the notes of their imperiences. This, as you can guess, became codified as religions and thus people who hadn’t felt a thing would argue that their way is best whilst missing the point of the whole thing and here we are in a world of stripy toothpaste and flat screens.
After my dance with death I knew there was a problem. My mindbody had been ripped to shreds. Huge chunks of my energetics were missing. It was akin to a team swinging multiple axes at a tree in the same instance and the only thing that remained to prevent it from crumbling was a tiny sliver of bark that was carrying the weight of the whole thing. I have a natural tendency to think that only good things happen to me because I view life as a puzzle to be solved ergo if those hot coals they sling, burning, in moments of immense pressure and tension aren’t gripped in your fists they cool and coalesce to cause even greater problems once they’re inside your subconscious. If, on the other hand, you are present enough to grip the gift fearlessly and peer within you’ll see they shift to diamonds that shine their way to higher consciousness and illumination with a strength and beauty unequaled by the sums that were presented. That is the difference that makes all the difference in this realm. You, your intent, your energetics and manipulation therein via the conscious deployment of your mind and will.
Even though I’d never considered such things at depth during my previous existence before these events I knew that I needed some kind of isolation, away from the crowds maddening and agents hidden within that were deployed as spies whilst acting like friends. Sensory deprivation came calling and I picked up and phoned this place that was surrounded by nothing beyond nature at its finest to book a session. Never having tried it my initial experience of floating in the darkness was around six hours and the me that stepped in was quite different to the one who went in and thus the gifts of the ill intent that wished to wipe me off the planet was the nascent seeds of enlightenment being sprinkled in the garden of my awareness which I was now, after a life of near ignorance, starting to tend once again. It felt so new and yet so familiar as well. Could I be who I mentioned earlier in this missive that spent lives in isolation in pursuit of Knowledge. Could be, could be, my friend because I strongly suspect that we carry imprints from one life to the next that are often hidden resources that we don’t even suspect. If gold is hidden beneath the ground where we’re begging and someone comes along and drops a bomb in your midst would you complain about the effects or examine the new surface to its depths and find something missing that you’d be seeking in other places? In that respect what if in another village the people that were begging put down their bowls and picked up shovels instead to find the exact same resources? I’d be willing to bet that in that realm the jet laden with missiles that flew overhead would not drop bombs on them. Thats a really real hint about the nature of all of this for those of you willing to dig because either you can walk on your own two of be dragged and screaming whilst missing the scenery as it happens as you struggle with a lack of traction that only came due to your previously incorrect actions.
The universe can seem to be a tough taskmaster but if someone doesn’t listen to a request whispered with affection then turns a deaf ear when you tap them on the shoulder and say it with a directness how can they be offended if the next slap that comes shouts “You better pay attention“? Remember, you’re doing this to your Self. As weird and twisted as that may sound when we look at a world that is a couple of bus stops from hell and filled with endless suffering there is power in this. Power because what you accept you can check and thus are no longer a Victim to whom things are happening. In the case of the man that is now yelling and screaming whilst being dragged along by his heels lets pretend he heals, loses his mind that told him what it isn’t (and actually got him into this with its one track Thunking and tunnel vision editing based on expectations) as he comes back to his senses. “Thanks, I’ve got it from here” he says to the higher forces that were previously dragging him to move his script to another page as he’d been stuck reading the same section for years on end.
The risen man dusts himself down and considers whats happened. “Where I was and where I am are quite different” he thinks. He can either return to his old ways, the habits he craves and detests in alternating waves of consciousness that kept him trapped within limiting concepts that he knew so well or he can adapt to the unknown and keep on pressing. Be thankful if this happens. Many will be dragged to their destination, dumped in a heap and left to fend for themselves and will spend from then till their death either lamenting, repressing or erecting immense and complicated coping mechanisms to deny what just happened as the ground (aka your subconscious) remains beneath them, undug.
“Six hours?” she said with a tone incredulous. “Have you done this before? Why don’t you ease yourself in and see if you like it as some people have had some strange reactions from the novel sensations that come via floating in darkness with no stimulation”. “Nope, I”m good. If thats the longest the place is open then I’ll take it and see you in a minute”. If she’d said the space was open for twelve I’d have spent that within and if I could’ve paid for an overnight session that would be most welcome because we were Witnessing the genesis of the “Get free or thrive trying” mindset that is now crystalized in my awareness. “If you wish” she said, sounding unsure of the premise. How did it feel? Not that dramatic really, all things considered. I went back a few times again and each one built upon my developing state of consciousness that allowed a respite and relaxation that I now realize was missing for most of my existence. It did however make me think of old things, become of aware tensions and thus come face to face with the Pane Body you’ve heard me mention. The difference between me and thee is that was now preventing my embodiment whereas, for you, it limits your sentience…
“Seventy two days?” the people say. “He’s been in the cave for seventy two days? I can’t believe the length of the stay” when the news came in that the village shaman had came back from his trip. Everyone wanted to know what he saw, what he felt, what news he bought to them beyond this realm as reward for his dedication.
“You are dead but don’t realize it yet“.
That was all he said before secluding himself. Some thought he’d flipped his lid. “All that time in the darkness has done a number on his head. How the hell can we be dead when anyone can tell we’re alive. Its obvious, isn’t it?“. Others stopped to consider it and mentioned “Well, every other time he’s said things they’ve made sense to some then the rest of us get it and its obvious. Its the same with this. He must have a reason for mentioning it so what could he mean? Dead in what respect? What sense?“. Others, who had previously never considered the path of renunciation said “It ain’t that difficult, I’ll give it a spin” as a few encouraged them to step in. Some of them quickly ran out screaming as they told the rest of fantastical demons and such strange things that gripped them with a fearful menace. Others didn’t even get this far because when they sank in to the darkness they found their minds filled with anguish and dread about what was happening and what the point of this was as the darkness was frightening. After a while they forgot what he said because nobody really considered it and most people just wrote off the observance after his extended stay in the darkness.
If a cloud of sentience that floats in the heavens looks down with benevolence at his children, a part of him, that are falling during the rain seasons how do you think he feels when he sees the same that was once free now solid and frozen down on the surface of the planet? “You are dead but don’t realize it yet“.
In that respect the most humbling realization is how we have it all backwords ergo the hint that funeral is real fun but edited is something worthy of consideration because what the snowman calls the end the raindrop classes as reconnection and its only by upping the voltage via the directed use of attention and all surrounding resources does that stream ascend back to its native environment which is the cloud of ineffable sentience and presence within which all and everyone are present as its of, but not in, the lower, denser world the snowmen inhabit. Ya dig? Adapting to the darkness to seek enlightenment is a parable for you to riff as it can apply to many things.
When it comes to relationships there is the loud part and what silently powers the tryst. Same when someone else gets the promotion you wanted and your first reaction, suppressed. Best of all though is when you realize that its all, literally, inside your mind and there is no one else in this realm as then you truly start thinking and the desire to Know the Ledge shall spring from within as so much more starts making sense but don’t expect this to be specced on any standardized test as its hidden in the darkness, for those who seek enlightenment.
Till we meet again
