We, the people, are precisely this because we decode a similar wavelength. Breaking it down even further, into its components, we class those of the same ilk as they too were trained to dig, dig, dig the same reality tunnel as their parents. Oddly, we tend to tolerate great variance better than small shifts as this often brings the type of skirmish which ensures the rivers run red. Heck, even within paradigms the most obtuse and, ultimately, pointless things can become such huge bones of contention that the bigger pic vanishes and songs of praise to the same thing are replaced with “Death to the infidels”. Its a strange thing, being human. That much is for certain. I mean, I still haven’t gotten over (nor fully accept) the premise that I’m wearing flesh and walking around on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. Thats such a wild thing. I mean, lets pretend an alien from a place with extra dimensions popped into your head and said:
“Say there, Earth dweller, whats the sketch from the basics in your realm?”.
And you replied with the above premise. Doesn’t it seem just a tiny bit ridiculous? And yet, people accept and build the rest upon this. Feeling what others can’t is akin to being raised in a complex in which everyone is blind, since they stepped in, but convinced they see, super well. For some strange reason they omit all of the bumps and bruises that kick and have built a society that is somewhat functional but they do rage and yell over what has became their main thing:
The description of a sunset.
The rise, they all agree, is a most wonderful thing that then underpins their very concept of “light” even though its drawn in by the rest of their senses which pitch, that and this, to generate the concept. When it dips though, hoo! Then all hell breaks loose in this town of darkness as some say its a veil that gets in the way of something that, otherwise, never shifts whilst others scream and yell that the very planet is moving and thats what causes said effect. The former laugh and scoff at this idiots for their home, as they know, is super still and their senses do prove this ergo the curtain clique hold dominance and see the other side as a bunch of fringe lunatics. The title is quite interesting as they intuit and test for the presence of another type of luminance that has its own strange flows and ebbs. Some of the others are intrigued because they too can feel and, eventually, they learn to predict the motions of this thing which they believe is proof the veil itself is moving and the true source of illumination is constantly present.
Imagine, into this, a boy is born with perfect vision. How would he communicate to the rest what he so clearly sees?
Better yet, would they listen to him or claim he was simply ignorant or, worse still, desecrating their traditions and ways of being as well? Now take all of this and move it from seen to felt and you’ll have a pretty decent sketch of what made me push the pen. All around us there are things, invisible, that interface and interact with human beings. If that sounds strange then recollect all of this happens on a rock floating in the abyss that chases a fireball, into the distance. Its not that odd, is it? Better yet, I can prove their presence as one of the most common sensations in this realm is the one of something staring and you look, dead bang, at what it is only to be greeted with nothing. Pets detect, real well, hence your cat stops grooming to track these movements whilst your dog may growl and bark at the invisible being. And yet we, as humans, are people of the veil whilst those who think the Earth does spin and intuit a bigger pic are seen as fringe, at best.
Caught up in the maelstrom we have the common or garden schizophrenic whose testament, since incep, has been remarkably consistent. Would it help to shore up what I’ve said with a simple observation which may make your head ring with its implications? The so called mad men are the only in this realm who don’t fall for optical illusions. They simply do not work on them. Take this and extrapolate a bit and you’ll become one of the small percent on the other planet I mentioned who truly start to think and formulate the outline of another presence that was, hitherto, invisible. All of the greatest discoveries in this realm have came from women and men that could feel what others can’t. John Nash was a great example of this as this man was a walking paradox in the sense that he was aloof, distant and aggressive when it came to most relations, physical, and yet, within, he embraced numbers with a poets tenderness and leapt over seemingly unsolvable problems that dazzled all of his peers. Did you know he, often, arrived at the solution first and then worked backwards to make the math fit? This, to his peers, was either genius or madness as they simply couldn’t think like this but, for him, it was natural spec. Tesla too exhibited similar traits and is on record stating that a pigeon talked to him via bands of light, coherent, which, wouldn’t you know it, is exactly the same thing documented by Philip K Dick and the man who imagined the future in which we’re about to live spent absolutely ages sketching out his exegesis trying to make sense of what kicks.
In the parable of the other land into which stepped the boy who saw well these titans are the equivalent of ones with third eyes, in the mid, totally blazing and thus are so far beyond the paradigm that people dismiss a lot of what they said instead of stopping to ponder the sketch that they all present and what it says. And then you have the so called mad men who interact, directly, with what they intuited is playing with the minds and emotions of humans. I, personally, am fascinated with all of this as the implications are quite intense and this quote from a man that gained concepts in his dreams he used to write fictional works that went on to create an occult genesis as some magickians came to comprehend that they weren’t simply thoughts placed in text but actual, factual transmissions from noncorporeal beings, beyond the realm:
Read that back in and let it sink to your depths because its the equivalent of the blind men and the imaginative lunatics before the boy stepped in warring because on the fringe says:
“There are other luminaries out there, similar yet different, to the one we’ve termed “Moon”” as he goes on to detail what he feels about we see as Self evident. Feeling what others can’t is not really a nice thing. Just ask Van Gogh who, in his time, was seen as a talentless imbecile but when we developed the tech to catch up to his own sketch we noticed the perfect turbulence he wove into his pics… Now his works are priceless but yet people don’t hear what he said. He already gave you an ear, what else do you need to take heed? Maybe we aren’t supposed to stitch together the bigger pic as the implications would be devastating. Like the boy who sees with clear vis and listens to what both sides do kick then closes his eyes and unfolds the wings of imagination to see what they’re processing as he builds common links between their relative ignorance that will either make them listen to what he says or join hands to revile his presence. One day, exploring outside the village, he finds some buried tracts that were written in their own form of shorthand which looked remarkably like Sumerian for one could run their finger across it to decode the message that was as simple to impress as it was to express your perspective:
“I hope this finds you well, ye of clear vision. We know they do not comprehend and nor will they listen” starts the text. This was a secretive sect that Knew the Ledge as they’d developed some ways of means of igniting the eye in between that all possess but most never bothered to check. They went on to detail how there was a time in this realm that all saw, really well, and their vision went beyond the veil and what they’d seen was so very strange that it defied conventional explanations about who, what and how did create. Then the Game changed, the stage dipped and things began to shift. The texts continue “You are the first, the natural moment of genesis. The Alpha and Omega of what is coming, has been and always is. Man is trapped by his own ignorance and believing what another says for the comfort it brings for its better to be together and incorrect than alone, out on a shaky limb”. The boy, now a teen, is fascinated by what he reads as the pieces start to fit like a straight Tetris because with his mouth he makes a click and stumbles upon the concept of echolocation which he takes back to the people and creates a simple test:
He has ten men stand in front of an obstacle, hands them each a clay tablet with a reed and states they should write down what they “see” and then move, smoothly, from point A to B. Five are from the veil, the others are invested in the concept of rotation. Each accepts the challenge and begins to push the pen. None of them pass the test as they all ran into this old and gnarled chunk of tree that was placed, haphazardly, in a room he had purpose built with walls, a roof and floor, for said purpose. He then brings them back, one by one, and demonstrates the principle of clicking then listening to form a vision. Some stand still and vary their volume before writing. Others move, cautiously around the edge and a few keep their back to what is solid. He then takes them to point B and decrees “To A each, your Self, shall thee lead”. And they do this remarkably well. On the other end he hands the tablets back, at random, as they read each others views and find a remarkable concordance. And, just like that, they regain their true vision as their optics worked, perfect, but they’d learned to ignore them and the whole world is now quite different as they move from a time of darkness to one of illumination which is, I suspect, something that will also happen on this planet with the advent of human beings that are mildly remixed with machines interbred to train out the incorrect imperatives that made us accept ignorance as wisdom but there is an implication to this that I suspect others may miss:
What if these things, invisible, that others reject but are documented by madmen and mystics as being Self evident, are the same who are responsible for all the bloodshed and conflict? What then? Would a false heaven be a better bet than a real hell? Better yet, lets pretend that instead of developing the click language which allowed their innate skills, long suppressed, to finally blossom the guy in question on that planet, imagined, had actually found and trained animals then sold them as guidance whilst keeping his true vision hidden? The people who buy in would be super impressed with this gift that changes everything (whilst allowing them to remain identical) but, in the grand scheme of things, what have they truly gained?
I think about things like this, really quite often. Why? Because I feel what others can’t hence the golden child is he who kills all illusions, dead. If you listen closely you can hear three blind men who grasp a tree, wall and rope yelp as they feel their sacred symbol is under threat. How many do you think comprehend its actually an elephant?
Till we meet again
