“What the F are you talking about with that mess? Of course I’ve got a mind, you idiot. Thats the stupidest thing you’ve ever said”.
“Cool, you don’t have a giraffes head”.
“Huh? What do you mean?” he replied, perplexed. See, whats most interesting about this topic is how the latter comment generated very little weight in terms of the emotion thrown behind it whereas the former he felt needed to be defended which just made the whole sketch so accurate. Eventually he’d click and when the light hit the darkness of ignorance that was previously masquerading as wisdom, accepted. He grinned:
“Thunk! Ha! That is so perfect. Ah man, this is so, so slick”.
A simple conversation changed his wavelength and that lead to his spiritual awakening because, before this, he did what the voice said and when it replayed a bad feeling and made a commandment his response-ability began and ended at enacting its whims. Did you know the natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds? Anything beyond that and you’re a masochist doing it to your Self and if that ain’t what you wish then why not Know the Ledge instead? Anyway, here’s the sketch:
A babies brainwaves are the same as the Adulterated version of them on an LSD trip. A few years hence and we’d have to induce a state of hypnosis in a grown man to get back the mode you were in when school was filling your head with “Sit still, look ahead”. That is why I say you don’t have a mind, my friend, because they killed your capacity to learn stone dead. What they replaced it with (and later followed up with the labels = sensations trick) premade chunks of Thunk that they trained you to regurgitate on commandment then rearrange, as you wish, according to the voices whims. This is why its always, always, always predictable whereas when Spirit is talking and that silent download kicks in you can feel like you’ve been hit with the illumination of a thousand Suns in an instant and it takes absolutely ages to unpack it. PKDs Exegesis is a prime example of this as is the glut of articles I send to the net (ie the collective unconscious) as this is as much for me as thee for I’m still trying to the comprehend what happens when Knowing the Ledge becomes being thrown off a cliff to see if you’ll recollect you have wings or splattering over the pavement.
In the olden days they called it initiation and it was the done thing but it came with the risk of death as well. Think of it like this, you have a cloth and it gets wrinkled and stained. These form the basis of what we call the midlife crisis as well as the fuel for suicide attempts, depression and all types of dysfunction. The worst part is the energetic imprint may not even be yours or from the current spin but thats another topic. Now, the tribal crews had rites of passage which were akin to a tumble dry and spin with diamond bright cleaning product thrown in so there was a point of demarcation which said:
Some people meet it by accident. Others, it finds them. A few go looking for it. Most ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist and makes absolutely zero sense until they stop and examine exactly what within them felt so mortally offended by being told they don’t have a mind. See, to negate the giraffes head he could look at what reflects but even when he did I reminded that nobody else in the realm sees what he classes as him. Recollect, this convo kicked before selfies did exist and thus people were not as familiar with their own visage beyond a basic approximation of the concept. In that sense the current tech hasn’t changed things as lens distortion is a bish! Same tricks, new skins. Old Souls, new flesh. Are you starting to spot the grift? I gave the chap in question a small pad and pen with a request:
“Take this, go away, write down each totally fresh and original thought that pops into your head and don’t return to this establishment until at least three pages are filled”.
I didn’t see him for a month and when I did it was by accident and the first words from his lips were:
“I don’t have a mind”.
To say that he was depressed would be an understatement until I said:
“Would you rather Know that in the flesh or when you’re dead and can’t do a thing about it?“.
Man, that frown flipped upside down like a clown on amphetamines as I told him to brush his teeth with his opposite, use the same to talk to the child within, go to the library and pick a book at random then learn it so well he could speak on its topic to friends as well as rolling a dice to reactivate his imagination with some real life role playing as well. He came bounding in and said:
“Euripides told the Greeks about mental health and how to take old myths and make them fresh which made me think the voice in my head is easily quite ancient so how many people have been fooled into thinking they’re it and, worse still, they’ll get mad offended when questioned about their investment. Its genius! Such a great trick as its totally invisible“.
He had started to develop a mind. What came next was the actualization of his potential which was always present within but the Warrior cannot be awakened if the Slave doesn’t comprehend he’s dozing and strolling around with eyes not open as he bumps into that and this but edits the missteps from the record and pretends they didn’t happen. First he developed his intellect as this book, selected at random, made history seem way more lit than school had ever did and he found the Greek classics and flew through them as he wondered why they no longer taught the Quadrivium and Trivium to children as then he may have attended instead of skipping school to go shoplifting. After this he found insight when it came to the spiritual:
“Hey, remember what you said about how we’re both god and the Devil? Well, Xenophanes cooked that up first and his take on the myths and legends totally upped my res. If you haven’t yet you should check his scripts as they’re certainly enlightening”.
Just like that, his distaste for the church and the rest did vanish as he generated his own link with the numinous within. I responded with a quip of how the Hellenes are nothing but children when it comes to all of this and what was yet to be discovered hidden in their script as the Game is a retread at different forms of res but to each who steps in it seems super fresh. Even when the voice in their head is repeating stale concepts. Odd how people don’t click this, yes? Much like the three levels of the creative pyramid each stage has a test because just as many are content with the (false) self at the helm some develop a mind and then sit, trophy polishing for a bit. A few more take the step and build the intellect with the equivalent of pink dumbells and this is an alluring trap as well for the quest for knowledge (no capitalization) is present but it offers a great counterfeit as old tricks become new habits unless one is constantly vigilant and truly wishes to transcend the velvet lined rut of the old reality you digged. The start of a spiritual awakening, however, flips the table and all the chips and marked cards placed on it and thus trumps the rest but when the events happen backwards then it can either lead to psychosis or enlightenment but, in ways mirth filled, you do the same again because the Path of Power shifts from a place filled with stable concepts of gnosis and coherence into confusion then clarity before doing it all again. I think. I haven’t got to the next part yet but the middle bit I’ve termed the Way of Wisdom and its akin to always feeling like you were a fish out of water but suspended in this thing that, to the rest, is invisible, before discovering you’re a bird instead that had been miseducated, back when, so you spread your wings and find things happen with a quickness ergo a new deftness is developed. After this? I can’t call it yet but will push another update to the web as and when it happens.
The point is, my friend, that Incremental Betterment just does this ergo there are immense benefits to learning something new and fresh and often those who come to challenge are decoded as a threat by the (false) self as its in the business of miserable and predictable with as many distractions as you can handle but not much from within and even less downloaded beyond the veil and its these things that really, really make you think. For example:
There has to be two speeds of light, minimum. The reason I state this is due to REM and time compression when dreaming. Walk with me for a bit. See, when you are asleep and your brain does its thing your eyes are literally looking at what kicks but you’re playing it at a speed that, on earth, would be unfathomable. The logical syntax is that you are inside a universe with a youniverse within but I cannot say, yet, if its the speed of dark we’re seeing or, better yet, the Psylense we’re hearing hence why I suspect its all a fractal as that makes perfect sense and also explains, really well, why nearly every modern flick is Jesus in fancy dress…
Till we meet again
