This was such a mind blowing revelation that, in retrospect, makes so much sense that I wondered “How the heck did I miss this?“. Thats the trick though, isn’t it? If it was simple to click everyone would discover it. Maybe that is why the brain fills in what it knows it doesn’t detect from the blind spot in your vision (as proven in this text) and that is akin to privilege escalation for those of hacking bent that like to peer beneath the lid and figure out what kicks and how they came to be in this realm, wearing flesh and read words sent from another mind to them via a black mirror in their grip which compresses time and space into a flat plane. You ever look at it like this? If not, why didn’t you? Now you done did is the view Self evident? Does it generate further questions that demand answering? Congratulations, my friend, you’ve just upped your res. This is how you change your mind and keep the difference. Consider it a tip.
Its so mind blowingly intelligent and totally simplistic as well. There is no “out there” without your Soul “in here” and that is what powers all of this as without you, nothing exists. If a tree falls without anyone to listen it sends out a vibration of potential which isn’t actualized, one bit. This is why the Warrior trusts not an atom as they make up everything but refers, instead, to his own energetics as what comes in, externally, as sound, smell, vision and the rest is actually one coherent wavelength within but they trained you to accept compartmentalization instead of coherence. This, for many, becomes the habit of a lifetime which brings the “know what you know and what you don’t isn’t” aspect in but its whats hidden in the shadows of the DKDK principle that is of interest. That is “what you don’t know you don’t know” if you’re wondering and that is where the magic, literally, happens. Lets back up a bit:
Consider a massively online multiplayer Game like GTA, for example. They render a whole fake world and then people are unleashed within to wreak havoc at their whim for entertainment. This is a very basic approximation of reality which works on the same principle but the mode is different. Whilst your computer terminal provides the access and link and does a lot of the heavy lifting its the main server that brings its all together, yes? In the flesh we find the type of processing that no silicon chip can emulate (yet) and outside of this we have a huge dataset of wavelengths that are selected from a tiny, tiny band of the EM spectrum. That is your reality, in a nutshell. Madmen, poets and mystics dwell at the edge. The latter swims, the mid dips his toe in and the former was dunked, back when, and has been, since, drowning. They, to “assist”, throw him loads of pills and depot injections in the rear end for daring to step outside the codes parameters of what is accepted and possible. What makes the Warrior different is he comprehends the flesh doesn’t generate consciousness, only modulates it, ergo where he swims is nothing but another aspect of Self which is why Gnosis went the way of dragon. That is an interesting tangent, isn’t it? Note the difference of how the East venerates them, the West has legends of people killing them and most think the concept is ridiculous as the delusional rantings of cultures, primitive, that saw lightning and attached a myth about a massive flying serpent that needed appeasement. And yet, Game of Thrones was a huge success. The first step to wisdom, my friend, is being able to admit your ignorance ergo, like Jon Snow, I Know I don’t know a thing and this brings a space for development which generates the resurrection of Inner Sense and the feelings of wonder it brings hence why I, daily, pump these thoughts to the web but they are only tiny aspect which is akin to me wheeling a fine automobile and leaving tyre marks on the street as I screech away to play, happily. The rest of y’all have the same tech but cut a hole in the deck and are busy Flintstoning instead. Why? Because Simon Says that is how it is.
So, imagine playing a Game but the controller was in your head, you lived the characters script and were wearing the tech to power this in a realm with people equally ignorant that its all a simulation and you’ll have an accurate view of reality as it is hence why so many wise men, from now to back when, have said its a convincing illusion but a trick, nonetheless. You can very easily prove my hypothesis when the tech malfunctions as in the case of a schizophrenic who starts envisioning things the others didn’t. What if he imagines a pet and, all of sudden, everyone else sees it as well? How in the heck could you tell what was a figment of his personal delusion or a collective hallucination then? You couldn’t. People would think it as solid and real as the next as his awareness is overpowering them. This is demonstrated, well, in the whole cult leader thing as well as the color of the dress argument which proves reality is truly what you can get away with. Seen through this lens one cannot help but shake their head and grin at the sheer ludicrosity most Souls invest in. Then tears are shed for the rivers of blood that run red after hearing a cheery “Death to the infidels!” as each side is convinced the one true god rides with them. The irony is, they’re correct. Just not as they suspect because if the flesh doesn’t create consciousness and only modulates it it must spring from some place else beyond this dimension and the next step of extrapolation is that the Source must be eternal and undifferentiated which is akin to a huge fire lighting the wick of a candle. How many would invest in what drips and melts? Its form and function whilst they stress to live as the other sits back, with a grin, and comprehends he is the unfinite expressed via limits for some, currently, unknown reason. That, my friend, is the Game. You can either play to lose by doing what Simon Says or you can flip the script and win your freedom at the end otherwise the Be Kind, Rewind effect kicks in and you’re stuck with the baby brain again… Are you not entertrained? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend.
A lady scientist had a stroke which was a pretty handy thing as she was a trained neurologist and got to see, up close and personal, how the tech does its thing. Click the link to see her vid and I recommend her book as well as it simply confirmed my own res as being correct. That and countless conversations with folks who dwell on the fringe including many schizophrenics who never hallucinated me as someone else and thus, way back when, it appears I was born to crack the code to the Matrix as I strongly suspect modern mad men are simply misfiring mystics instead. The fact they could be tripping out, yelling at something invisible as, all around them, peoples faces are shifting to celebs, folks long dead and other strangers they’ve never met but I would always be me, one hundred percent, was something of immense interest to both me and them because, as you can imagine, it meant I repped something solid in a world ever changing. Many fascinating convos did kick as I encouraged them to laterally think and reality test so the question is did watching drowning mad men teach me how to swim or is there some retrocausality effect kicking in? I do believe my frequent NDEs have more than a little bit to do with this as well as the lives I’ve lived which, much like a record, are still going on, this sec, because if the diamond tip skips to a new track and you hear em sing that doesn’t mean the old tunes have vanished, eh? The fourth dimension is made up of vinyl that but thats a deeper topic.
In many ways its quite difficult to see the illusion from within ergo one must transcend what they accept as fact and dare to tread on the Path of imagination instead for it is from it that everything springs. This is why, I suspect, writers of science fiction were so accurate, back when, at describing the world we’re busy building. The interesting thing is they had the foresight to comprehend the potential detriment that comes from mans ever increasing quest for convenience. I mean, consider how, these days, you can get all sorts of foods out of season at prices that were totally unimaginable, back when. Shakespeare made me suspicious with his vivid description of an orange at a time when this was mainly seen (and tasted) on the continent. This is akin to to a man in Nineteen Oh Four sketching the rudiments of an iPhone, internet and global communication in great detail then dreaming up the tech that would make it kick. Except, that actually happened. Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend, just as art is a lie which tells truth via tricks. I guess that is why its so hard for so many to escape the Matrix as the first step is accepting you’re within a creation which may just be a duplicate of the real thing. A lot think this very concept is preposterous and many railed against my mindset that the brain doesn’t create consciousness, it simply modulates it. “In the end, beginning and during we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Not the story in your head, definitely not the flesh or anything else you currently accept as your all of everything”. I guess they were scared by the implications and how this contradicts so much accepted wisdom but, to me, a lot of these things are paper thin. Like the whole search for elementary particles which is akin to taking a marble, smashing it to bits, then crunching further still and marveling at the fragments as you label them that and this. The question is, would the squiggle of ink truly exist without the glass it is encased in? Better yet, if the glass was clear with no tint or glint what makes it differ from the rest? Can two of them manifest an identical pattern or is this a hint because twins may possess the same strands, weaving, and yet they are not identical. They certainly do some curious things though. Like crossing their arms and legs in the same instance with no prompting which is what screamed to me that one signal was being decoded by two radio sets that were built to the same spec to decode the wavelength but each, in turn, provided its own tint or equalization which changed the song they sing.
Have you ever noticed that long term couples seem to blend their features into a homogenized version of them, back when? Same with pets looking like owners. Just another curious blip as is dogs that can detect their master is coming and get excited in prep even though there is no obvious cue or clue that man can detect. Cats stare at things that, to us, are invisible and yet, in Kemet, they were worshipped for the wisdom to perceive beyond this realm. That as well as their more practical aspects as everything served a purpose and nothing was wasted. Consider that to us and whichever genius thought up landfills and you’ll see we are a fallen people that swim in filthy seas of ignorance then mistake them for wisdom as most never stop to consider the alternative. And yet, now and then, some people fall through a crack in the Matrix and occasionally, they come back from this Hero’s Quest quite different to what they left and share a message with the rest. Is this akin to a man who lived on a piece of paper, in Flatland, tumbling onto the desk where he sees a kid, sketching, and creating this imaginary realm for his art project which blows his mind to shreds as he takes in an extra dimension and the implications this brings. He comes back and tells them about a sphere. They think circle instead as that is all that swells within their frame of reference. If he were to push it, somehow, into this place where they dwell it would expand and shrink but only reveal fragments that were way beyond their ken to comprehend as they were quite content to believe the tiny piece of the EM spectrum they decoded was the all of everything. I, on the flip, have no limits in my head because I get this entire dimension, without me, wouldn’t exist and, taking this to the next logical step, you are all figments of my imagination which means there are no strangers or enemies, only friends who come and teach for I am my physics and metaphysics as well ergo, each day, I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the picture perfect sculpture within which I’ve termed Inner Sense.
Till we meet again
