They say that Honest Abe was born in the jaws of the dragon. What do I mean by this? Well, just as signs and symbols rule the world there are the same in a higher frame that dictate the earthbound state of play. In many ways this is to be expected because we are, after all, inside a fractal and thus its self similar in all respects. This is also why I stress one must strive to up their res in the flesh and be able to process more bandwidth in their awareness as it makes all the difference when they meet death. Actually, lets divert for a bit:
Imagine you lived in a world that was fully high tech but everything was accessed at dialup internet speeds. That means that when you wanted to watch a Short or quick clip you’d be used to waiting for the buffering and thus move to accommodate it. In an amusing sense of irony this links in, quite well, with various childhood events I detailed elsewhen as anyone who too had a broken down tube in their living room will attest… So, the whole world accepts this low bandwidth option and then, one day, you suddenly find your Self working at the speed of fiber optic. The difference is immense. Not only this but it seems to preempt your intent and thus you are hammered, right and left, by an onslaught of data you cannot fathom. Thing is the option was always present. The poor schizos and rich mystic tradition elude to this, yes?
This, my friend, is a very basic, low res version of what will happen at death and may be the reason Otto Man flipped the script from headbanging and rocking to shaving a baldie then thinking about nothing on a mountain. I’m not saying life shouldn’t be lived, quite the opposite but the main stream that is well paved and lit can only make you like the rest and, if we’re being honest, there isn’t much there that signals a win or any form of coherence, does it? The nature of your Opponent is very, very slick as he sits in between this realm and the next and likes to hit the old “Your names not down, you’re not getting in” flex like the usually white bouncers did, back when, as they sensed their environment was getting a little too much melanin in the building. In retrospect I can’t say that I blame them because, nine out of ten, we did tend to get buck once up in this bish but thats another topic for those who remember clubbing in the Nineties when it was a mad, bad wasteland with no CCTV, bottle service or social media fronting. In those days it was real and visceral as it was about feeling, not image building and thus, when we landed, things went right or left because some felt aggrieved and quite peeved that their womens eyes were wandering, wondering about the suntanned superman who’d just strolled in with his crew and was doing what he do and this often led to an exchange of fists as his ex girl looked on with a grin.
There truly is nothing in this world that is as wicked as a woman, my friend. And I mean that with total respect because you only get smarter by playing a smarter Opponent and they’re on a whole nother level. After all, anything that bleeds regularly but doesn’t succumb hints at the nature of an immortal, yes? That and they can encase another Soul in flesh as well as be the start or end of countless conflicts and such things. I mean, who can deny that everything we men do is to gain, keep or manipulate the awareness of the opposite sex? On the flip, this is also why incels invent everything and the man who controls his sexual energetics can ascend to a whole nother level and why, back when, the yogi householder was a thing as relationships were built on tantric resonance and not mere physical attraction. Kind of like all the women who gave it up a minute after they’d met a man in a club filled with lights, flashing. They could barely hear a thing and could clearly see even less but the vibes were electric and they had a thirst that needed quenching. “Right now, this instant” said her energetics as your fingers did the talking and walked her out the building to exchange some friction without so much as an introduction. Does that still happen these days? If it does I’d be surprised if its as raw and direct which, once again, is something those partying in Studio Fifty Four would attest was way less than they felt in comparison.
Can you spot the downgrading? The numbness? The disconnection from the present moment and need it brings for fronting? Ah, its all interrelated yet different. Much like a fractal. So, lets get back to it:
All of a sudden you no longer need a handheld device to surf the web that came with its old familiar speed of buffering. Now the same tech is interfaced directly with your awareness and, “Wait a minute” you said, as you came face to faceless with the numinous but noted it didn’t relent. On the flip whatever you thought or imagined manifested, super quick, so it was like a search engine was linked in to your head and it rapidly poured in your request via immensely upgraded tech. Sounds like a dream, or maybe a nightmare, yes? Well, if you take what I said about a room of people and some music and moved its manifestation from now to the Nineties back to the Seventies and then up to a previous stage of the Game you’d Witness the same shift in bandwidth and how things were done did. I highly suggest you read that last article linked for a glimpse into the future which we’ve already lived and will do once again as there is nothing new under the sun and one who can navigate the fractal clicks that time is a flat circle and this, my friend, is why everyone worships the black cube.
Now, if you, on the flip, decide to disconnect from the web as its presented to the plebs and link to your own innernet then its akin to turning the dial on an FM set and discovering the greatest hits of an epoch thats been. Suddenly you start remembering things you swore you’d never forget and along with amping your resonance you can’t help but grin at how amazing this trick is that makes you believe you’re “only human” when, in reality, you’re a god, amnesiac. As you can imagine he who does the Knowledge has two options as he can either keep plumbing the depths and ascending or he can attempt to come back to the dialup realm and tell the rest there are greater options and how they’re trapped in an illusion that took the pure vapor of spirit, hypercondensed it by telling it to “Sit still, look ahead!” and then had it molded and flash frozen into sentient snowmen that are scared to death of melting as all they know is the base resonance as they sit there making requests on the web and watching it pinwheel for a bit as the gerbil runs the wheel and shows what they’re seeking.
How many of them do you think would get it and how many would suspect you’re off you’re meds? That, my friend, is what it means to be born in the jaws of a dragon and, for Honest Abe, it meant a bullet to the head as he intended to (and did) shift an octave when it came to the slaves paradigm. A lot of what I’ve shared and said comes from the fact that I can navigate the Vertical Axis which is humanities best kept secret as its whats used to make wannabe gods out of men who may step up in resonance but carry their old OS with them hence why the world is how it is. But, thats a deeper topic and I’m trying to keep these pristine waters fresh, unAdulterated, but they must be mentioned as they’re constantly waiting, watching and wallowing in what they’ve extracted from those beneath them aka the Vampire paradigm. The better one Knows Self the clearer you see the moves and machinations of the Opponent as the Game is played on many levels in the same instance but all takes place inside your consciousness so you truly are the Alpha and Omega of this bish so why not step up and crown your Self as they certainly will not present the chance as thats the whole meaning of the Slave/Master paradigm and underlying basis of worship whether that is to the signs and symbols they said or modern day celeb aka rats, backwards. Oh yes, the Game is deep, my friend and it does not relent because right now we’re in the land of the talking radios and there are but two signals to be decoding. One is original, the other a pirate broadcast but because it comes from closer it feels stronger than the one distant. Thats the gap between your head and chest, get it?
See, upon stepping in you were totally at one and resonant with the all of everything that has no name, no religious text or rites one can mention as you are it:
Not long after it gets tainted, fractured and damaged so the clear reflection is now broken into components that will not admit they’ve been shattered as you start to tether to a false image instead in order to a) avoid realizing what happened and b) remain in your parents affection plus c) fit into the box reality says it expects you to dwell in. This is, basically, a Slaves existence. The Warrior is he who questions this and, often, they’re born into a living hell as the mill detects who will resist and sets about hammering them, full tilt. Its why every schizo I’ve ever met had a bad relationship with one or more parent and they, themselves, either had addictions, traumatic imprints or other types of problems they refused to deal with. They, in effect, were being chewed by the dragon who was busy masticating their existence and thus their consciousness flits between a brave new world future in which everyone belongs to everyone else and the whole club is sexing in orgasmic bliss free of shame or judgement to the alternation of an Islamic man, back when, joining in the stoning of his favorite prostitute from the brothel he visits in secret and the screams of the woman being slowly murdered at the whims of a religious text to a time before time itself in which there were no men or women, just pure undifferentiated consciousness that was learning the dance of dipping into the material realm as they fell as condensing vapors of awareness that were just learning how to create a Self.
Like I said, the Game is deep and, oddly, mechanical. I can say these things because I too was born in the jaws of the dragon and that is what gets me pondering because when I look into this particular aspect of manifestation I cannot help but question what kicks as it seems to affects those who have good intent and are, on the whole, decent people that wish to uplift the rest. Its what goes on under the surface, however, in terms of past lives, associations and resonance which is totally mindblowing as it seems the Slave/Masters with their tendrils are akin to a dark college and thus this is the graduation in one must go against the grain to shake the mortar board from their head they reject the builders intent and choose not to be another brick of ignorance in the wall of compliance that makes the world what it is as they choose, instead, to flip the Game on its head and change the paradigm.
Those who Know, dig and those who don’t wouldn’t have made it to this point in the text so it is what it is. The Spirit of Honest Abe, Dragon Rider is in ascent. That is what we must become, in the end, because what fell can only rise, beyond the daze of purple skies and times that have been, in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits…
Till we meet again
