The things about the chosen (who choose themselves) is the Game knows this before you step in. On each spin its different. Till it isn’t. Thats a deeper topic but because we only interact with figments of our imagination (and thus, there is only ever one Soul in this realm) you must comprehend that this life is simply one of a sequence. Man flits from one to the next without true comprehension of what kicks as he’s too busy caught up in the mix. On the flip, we have he Monarch butterfly who starts out making a trip it will never end, and yet, its children seem to step in with a pre-programmed GPS. Imagine, if you will, that some humans too were capable of doing this? How long do you think it would take to proclaim the divine right of kings, intermarry among themselves and watch strange things happen to their chins? In another link we have the average rodent who I spoke of this this article and how trauma based mind control can also influence the next gen. Spotting a link?
The Warrior needs to comprehend through a far greater lens than the pleb who is simply content to get ahead and run the treadmill. We intend to get aheart and thus leave this realm at the end of this spin. Let the dead bury the dead, yes? One important thing is the whole “Only one Soul present” aspect as it needs a bit of explaining:
If you show ten people one man they can draw up to the same amount of conclusions. That is an immense hint that whilst we may all appear to be present each and every one of is decoding (and thus re-presenting) our own resonance which is then encoded in a way, invisible. You see this manifest all the time with couples having the “But I thought you said…” argument. This type of emotional chafing is grist for the mill, and yet, many in the situation are addicted to it (no matter how much they protest) and would never dream of ending it. Quite telling, yes? Such is the weight of living the life, unexamined, in near total ignorance of what is beyond what was programmed in, back when, and enforced via regularly scheduled programming. I would like you to imagine this:
There is a huge online multiplayer Game in which people can do some pretty fantastic things. It works using the latest VR holotech and, whilst plugged in, you are the character with their script, intent, whims and wishes on tap in this make believe realm. Time is dilated, much like dreams, so you can be connected for a second and have it feel like a few hours instead. Its all relative. Just like the fam that detest. Lets pretend that a very clever crew of hackers decide, via stealthy privilege escalation and various backdoor tricks, to circumvent the security system and, within a few gens, the Game as it was is unrecognizable. Gone are the actualized dreams of flying on wings as you float across the surface of this make believe realm. No, thats now been grounded and he was plugged in now, instead, plays computer simulations, pretend, that offer a decent alternative as he attempts to stave off death and taxes with laments. Sound familiar? Now, due to the way they pimped things it was presented in ways that people actually wanted to implement the shift and the number one rule of the simulation is “What the people hold true it will bring into view” ergo they got their wish. Doesn’t matter what the fresh connects intend because, one way or another, they get plugged in to the same that holds the older playas in grip. Lets say, into this, you send a crack team of commandos with the singular intent to arouse the collective to the true scope of whats happening. What do you think kicks? Thats right, they are born into a family in which all of their nearest and dearest do their best to waylay them and if that doesn’t work then its other types of wickedness.
Tell me, my friend, did you feel something subtle, long dimmed, start glowing within at this validation of what you suspected, deflected and were, quite possibly, scared to admit? Fear not – although one thing I have noticed with all schizophrenics is a fractured relationship with one or both parents as well as bouts of trauma as well – its not you, its them. Who are you, in the end as you deal with figments of your imagination. Comprehending this is the difference between a padded cell and becoming a mystic who transcends this Matrix. I’m not religious but A) I like the cut of his jib and B) a lot of the things the historical Jesus did and said are straight from the Warriors mindset. What he described as “Spiritual wickedness, placed well” and the whole principalities thing is a force that extends from the Fifth Dimension to make beasts of men. We, like fish, swim through the Fourth and are ignorant of its presence as they are of the water that surrounds them. Me? I see it as I was ripped from the tank due to my near death experience and thus things are quite different from my perception as I’ve seen what I’ve said, first hand, and so much about a little started to make way more sense. That is why I termed this the willhelpme project as you are another aspect, projected, ergo one increasing their resonance (and resolution) bodes well for the rest. Well, except those who oppress.
Remember in the Matrix how the Agent could take over any of the plebs in their quest to dead the Chosen? Well, in day to day, this same thing is responsible for the “I don’t know what came over me” or “She’s like a totally different person!“. Once again, self imposed casualties of a lack of gnosis or, if you will, human glove puppets. One thing you should note is that if you manage to escape the grip of your fam you may discover said Agents were always within your friend circle as well as relationships. Many a good man is dead because he didn’t suspect the wickedness in the chest of his woman and the spells she was casting over his bed. This is why, traditionally, the sages tended not to get wed, lived at a distance and renounced all ties with the ones who bought them in. I’m simply saying the quiet part loud for the new generation as the next step in the sim is Techno Sapiens which will hand deliver a hell that seems heaven sent hence why I’ve said that between now and Thirty Three expect some Game changing, immense. The world will become insufferable for the plebs and they’ll reach for one plane of the cube (as repped by the black mirror effect) as they get to sexing their semi synthetic life companions made of silicon and then its a wrap. Thats the next stage of the Game. Thats what I died and came back to warn you against because, for frogs in a kitchen that refuse to stretch their legs, its nigh on inevitable.
Recollect, someone hacked this realm to make it like this. They are the same at the helm that chirp “Safe and effective” as the fat of the land are waddling after being persuaded to buy chemically assisted concoctions from the supermarket shelves that rendered them such a mess before filling them full of pills (complete with side effects) and ensuring they’re scared to death in the face of ever increasing threats, regs and distractions. That last may seem different but its just poison wrapped in sugar pills instead of the opposite. Point this out to a Slave, plugged in, and they’ll check your head for a tinfoil turban. Not that you should trust my words. Far from it. I ask you to reality test and see if that voice in your head doth protest because when it does you’ve found the best hiding place in this realm and then can guess what comes next as its time for conquest of your ignorance aka doing the Knowledge.
There are so many double binds, triple crosses and causes for quadsternation that the reason why the schizo flips makes perfect sense when you’ve seen the fingerprints of the hand, invisible, that constantly suppresses all who manifest into this realm and its even more cogent when it clicks they came in with a message and mission to uplift the rest hence no due process for them. Just a Game of “Simon Says you’re a madman!” as they fill him with pills. Really ponder this, my friend, as a murderer can get caught with hands red and still must be fairly repped and measured before being locked in the bing or, at best, called a lunatic. A nutter, on the flip, can simply say he suspects the voice in his head isn’t him and face a life of persecution with no avenue for appeal or grounds for restitution. I, personally, am very lucky in the sense that a few madmen (who said naught to their family during visitation) confided me with truths they felt were Self evident about their predicament and what kicks to make the world like this. This was much to the chagrin of their so called “medical professional” as I wouldn’t spill what they shared in case they upped their meds and, besides, he told me, not them. Now, decades later, those seeds helped germinate this garden of gnosis which is an oasis of higher awareness hence why I can push the pen and lace the next gen as there are many who don’t get why they’re the sheep, painted black, by those whose claws are red and yet they present, to this realm, a totally different face so well…
There’s rules to the revelations, my friend. And levels as well hence an ancient quote I read, back when, that said:
“Not all who walk in the flesh are truly human“.
Makes you wonder, eh?
Till we meet again
