“I can’t see it but I can definitely feel it” said the dialogue in his chest as he tried to make sense of his predicament. To say his life was wild would be an understatement as he perceived beyond the veil and had done since a jit. This world, as it stands, felt like an immense puzzle to him and he was baffled at how these everyday miracles and strange events were nigh on invisible to those around him. “I guess they’re too well trained and Thunk running the treadmill is all there is“. Not for our intrepid adventurer wearing flesh as he clicked its all a ride and then couldn’t help wondering who built this whole thing and to what end? That is where things get difficult because when one rebels against the System it, in turn, marks them hence being pursued through time by something not alive.
The very idea of non corporeal awareness may seem strange to those reading but, I assure you, that is just how it is. How often have you been home, alone, by your Self, and been totally certain that something is staring in your direction? You stare and look at absolutely nothing but your nervous system is tingling to signal its presence. If you have dogs they may bark at what you believe doesn’t exist. Cats, especially, often stop grooming to track something, invisible, as it walks from one side of the room to the next. Sprinkle into the mix the unexplainable feeling of being on edge, the sense of spiders web on your dish that is met with nothing but air by inquisitive fingertips and that weird cold spot that left your spine shivering and you’ll start to get some idea of the main aspect of the predator of consciousness.
They say that light bent, ninety degrees, in the abyss becomes invisible. The rainbow effect attests to this because you make it possible to Witness via your presence and nature of irises. That, in itself, is an immense hint about the true nature of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Most refuse to click because its an aspect of him in their head that pretends to be them and thus it will protect their investment in his ignorance. Just think, schizos have the seeds of spiritual awakening as they comprehend they aren’t what speaks but something else that listens and is far more delicate. Thats when its minions are sent to place injections in their rear ends as they’re hushed, real quick, by a barrage of pills and things. The mystic (who has awakened the Warrior within) comprehends that A) without him, nothing exists and B) consciousness is all there is ergo this demon that flits from one host to the next is naught else but a figment of his imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? And yet he has billions in his grip as his presence is, for most, as invisible as water to a fish. The language is a tell, though:
“I don’t know what came over him“.
“Its like she’s a completely different person”.
“Lately I don’t feel like myself”.
On and on spins the record but most just bob their head to the beat instead of checking the lyrics, who penned then and the deeper meaning. Have you ever actually listened to Hotel California before? I mean at depth? Peep whats said then extrapolate what kicks in the city of fallen angels… I cannot say, yet, where the heck I chose to manifest as all of those things y’all accept as solid are way more liquid to my lens and, beyond this, vaporous as its the Prime that doth condense to create matter so dense at its lowest vibration. I’m reminded of a Greek myth I once read in which Zeus had had enough of peoples rabbling and scrambling plus, for some reason, he felt their presence a threat and thus unleashed a resonance to cloud their minds and obscure their vision so they’d see only, barely, what was in front of them. This is, I suspect, a poetically encoded myth that hides an immense truth about this Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits because if Inner Sense was not a threat to one who demands sole worship (and therefore, is jealous – of what, exactly?) then why would you need to be sent for two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead, regurgitate what we say on the test to keep your parents affection” as you were, simultaneously, awash in all types of media ignorance that, often, said the opposite but ensured most never click what kicks as they’re too busy trying to fit in whilst becoming less and less of themselves. Its pretty wild, isn’t it? And, through all of this, you have this force that Bible states is like a wild lion, roaring. This beast in our midst seeks those it can consume and the imagery of a serpent headed feline is something a lady who’d been gangstalked said described her imperience real well. It doesn’t take a genius to spot the link with the Demiurge of Gnostic ref as well as they mentioned it then were killed, stone dead. Same with countless schizos who posit the same pursuit that plays mental tricks with their heads and those around them and then, on the flip, we have lots of people tuning in to cheer for the resurrected dragons that flew overhead which isn’t that far or distant from myths of George slaying them whilst, all over the planet, cultures with melanin venerate instead and said the serpent was the seed of all wisdom. As I lay, dying, I looked down at my life as it was and is and was struck by the fact that it all had to be scripted. Check:
On one end was a sperm and egg and I was the light that flashed as they linked. From here on out there was a worm type thing, wriggling, that became a baby then crawled a bit before leaping straight to sprint as a bright eyed jit who spent his time in his local camp of concentration learning how to balance a chair on two legs. From there it got pretty wicked, and quick, as the SRA kicked in and I met even more brushes with death where I, thanks to internal guidance, zigged instead of zaggin as they intended. This happened so many times that it created an interesting blip that made me comprehend how there were layers to this and thus one could choose the well lit way of ignorance (and least resistance) that most accept whereas I had, for some reason, elevated at these forks and chose the Path you create by walking by taking the option in the mid that wasn’t marked on any school syllabus or offered selection. And yet, it exists. In many ways life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure book from back when that we, as Eighties jits, devoured for the sense of agency they bring and how we could exert our influence on events but the greater hint was that its all etched from the moment sperm meets egg and we, in effect, are living scripts that have factors of resonance hence if I request you imagine where you rank on a scale from the best to wackest version of your Self you Know (capitalized) in an instant where you sit ergo the hypothesis seems correct that there are way more options than they tell. Once again, do not believe me. You are challenged to disprove instead as you do the Knowledge as its a perfectly tailored garment of higher consciousness and thus my threads can not and should not fit thee but if ye happen to find, independently, a similar sync then push the pen and share your vision because if one mans ravings can be decoded as the resonance of a crazy coping mech to deal with a lifetime of stress then what does it mean if others, simultaneously, report similar things from glancing within?
I read an article about the Spirit Molecule (aka DMT) and how people are atheists until a certain level of trip after which the ineffable is met and things are never the same again. One of the most intriguing comments from those partaking in this vision quest was that how, ten out of ten, that felt much realer than this ergo this world is a copy of something else and stranger still was how they, independent, met with entities that were uniform in many respects. That is like me, you and him deciding, on a whim, to visit a beach where we see a dolphin, capering, as it beams a telepathic message in our heads like a dinosaur in a dream telling a chicken to recollect its heritage. As a one off event it could be brushed off like a perm fade but if we shaved our domes of ignorance and met to discuss said interactions a brand new vision of reality manifests that makes the past seem counterfeit, yes? A mind bending trip into the kaleidoscope of consciousness that begets twins as you ponder the deeper implications of what I’ve said as it could be that we, wearing flesh, are actually “dead” to our true Self as we’re dressing in ignorance of Three D manifestation and what is chasing could actually be us, in a higher sense, attempting to unplug us from the Matrix but the voice in our head decodes it as a threat until we override its edicts by comprehending we’re that which listens instead. This too is linked to another thread, mentioned, in which nicotine patches bought about dreams that seemed increasing solid in the denizens of the pavement around the ends and one guy met himself, as a baby, who was wailing, seeking comfort, but initially manifested as a monster chasing him through an immense forest of ignorance. More to heaven and earth, yes? I truly cannot impress on your awareness on how humbled I am to be living this, first hand, as it seems part and parcel of what you get dealt when its your last life in this realm ergo if I can sprinkle some seeds of gnosis in the collective then whoever comes next can up the res of the collective and, together, we may just click the true meaning of what is meant when I said:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
At this moment things are more confused than they’ve ever been but that is an essential step as the next two points of resonance are clarity then coherence as the lighthouse of higher illumination doth swing its beam of gnosis over my awareness and I scramble to rearrange the pieces in my grip then sit back, take it all in, and await the next step which begins the refinement again. Thats the way of the alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within as one begins to shift the commonly accepted lead mindset (which is what Zeus may have meant) and gains the third eye of the Titan which was us, in the end, hence the concept of being jealous and sensing threats of potential because aside from Jesus repping our consciousness, crucified, in a dome of ignorance we are awash with all types of modern myths that say the same thing again and again but in a new dress. Whatever kicks it feels, now and then, like I’m mainlining the secret truth of the universe in hits that are dosed, picture perfect, to crack the square watermelon of awareness into a shape more spherical and when this hits one cannot help but look around this world with its resonance to Flatland with a glance, inquisitive, that wonders what the heck is happening and why others don’t note the Emperor may be undressed but they’re wearing chain mail of ignorance made of pains they refuse to admit and subtle truths that offer hints about how their parents are the ones who messed them by uttering two words, again and again, whilst developing which begets fracturing and people pleasing instead of being authentic and stating you don’t wish to give Aunt Bunny a kiss as not only is her mustache immense but there is a void in her chest that reeks of darkness and feels like a threat to your Inner Sense. Cue a swift beating and you’re forced to acquiesce as you’re currently dependent on the Adulterated for food, shelter and such things whilst they, themselves, went through a similar process they inflict in ignorance on the next gen without clicking they’re not the voice in their heads, talking, but that which listens and not Knowing this is what makes a world like this ergo the Warriors words are seen as a threat as they remind you of what you were made to forget and thats before we get into the epidemic of back pain and how, I think, the Tower of Babel actually reps your spinal column and subtle energetics therein that fell from full resonance with the Upper Kingdoms (head and chest) to groin instead hence why one “wastes” what is at their waist with different forms of creative masturbation which, once again, contain the light and essence which is absorbed, real well, by a black mirror, dancing, with red, green and blue pixels which pimp your awareness using a counterfeit of the real thing. Real eyes, realize reel lies, yes?
Am I singing to the deaf or are you hearing me on FM, my friend? When the seed falls adversity breaks away the protective covering to bring regeneration and free whats within (pure potential) ergo that which was chasing may, actually, be doing so with the best intent to assist in raising our consciousness but we, as a people, are so enmired in ignorance that we no longer hear our body language or even decode what the world, at large, is saying. See, I research the opposite perspective as well because its not what you know you know or know you don’t in the end but what you don’t know you don’t know thats worth checking as you only find true enlightenment by daring to step into the darkness… One of the most fascinating blips involves the written language and how we, back when, beamed emotive pictures instead that are quite akin to a modern Short, streaming, and that was totally mind blowing but made perfect sense as to why Jung posited a collective unconscious that was, somehow, filled with identical symbols and meanings across continents from people, supposedly, primitive who called it many different things but were all, back when, connected to this “innernet”. Do you think that could explain, real well, why we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our heads? I suspect this is the case as, back when, I always felt that something comes shooting out of my eyes which is why there was a distinct shift in resonance when I closed them and decided to feelsee within.
The black mirror strikes again! Except, this time, its the original and not a projection which we fill with our own emotion then take personal. Like I said, back when, about what you watch and what its saying. Anyway, enough rumination as there is plenty to digest in this missive, yes? A double helping of dessert is also coming but, fear not, its quite different from the crooked waterman in the desert who intends to divert you from your own oasis of Inner Sense as there is a bird, flying, high overhead that knows its way through the forest of illusion as your future is its presence due to its resonance and the kicker is you are it, my friend.
I know, mind bending which is why I’ve said that only 8% are truly capable of comprehending what I said ergo the chosen choose themselves, awaken the Warrior within, disconnect from the Matrix and reclaim their Soul, inserted, to gain the flesh they’re wearing in a Game that sells ignorance as wisdom whilst training you to run the treadmill with an illusion so immense that most can’t click what kicks and those who suspect something is amiss (as a real life Truman) are met with a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” where they’re greeted with a depot injection and pills, against their will, to ensure the illusion of the ride remains solid to those buying in to the forced perspect sold by the voice in their head. Wild, isn’t it? Billions served daily and an even larger queue to get in as these are the apples that those who eat regret and those don’t do as well…
Till we meet again
