There is a hollow, smoked out feeling that exists within the Souls of chronic addicts that is, without a doubt, one of the weirdest things I’ve ever examined via the power of introspective empathy aka Breadcrumbing. It is such a strange manifestation of the Anti Life principle that the first thing that came to mind was the image of a Russian Doll type operation in which the chaps previous incarnations were stacked, one on top of the next, and he, via his pipe, was chipping a hole in the current shell to drain the marrow from the next and this process kept on repeating and repeating. It was, literally, bone chilling but the strangest part was the first image that popped into my head was the Biblical “Burnt offering” which often made me suspect why that books divine being had a thing for barbecued humans from which he’d taste the steam for thrills? This was followed up with the opposite, yet complimentary, image of Soma myth which felt like a white liquid instead. Either way, both were being extracted from the flesh of those plugged in by forces they couldn’t comprehend but felt, nonetheless.
This isn’t how the topic started, by the way. I’d put out the word among the fiends to send those who’d flatlined, OD’d or otherwise tasted death but remained connected to the flesh to come see. This was, if you can’t guess, after my NDE as I was floating around outside my flesh and unable to truly get back in. Not that I’d ever been fully embodied since I stepped in but you get the pic as this was akin to flying a kite via string whereas before I was at least cognizant of being the hand that gripped. The imperiment didn’t turn up much of interest beyond the fact that the memory cells of the body don’t accurately etch what kicks under the influence of a substance and how there are various modes of exit of Soul from flesh. It did, however, take a very interesting tangent when it came to the topic of entity attachments and what they mean. Have you ever wondered why dopefiends itch like hell when they’re jonesing for a fix? If you ask them to describe it they’ll say it feels like invisible ants are crawling over them and some are digging into their skin like they have a vampiric bent. I found that fascinating because – like the amount of schizos that swear an intelligence outside of them is implanting thoughts in their awareness – this statement was unanimous. Everyone knew it and had felt it at some point in their spin. It was usually irreversible and signaled the point of tipping from merely being addicted to a state of chronic genuflection at the altar of Self destruction.
As I stepped into their reality tunnel I noticed that strange, smoked out and charred feeling which bought to mind the image I mentioned. All of a sudden it made perfect sense why they did what they did and how drugs were actually hyperdimensional pathways to access the subtle realms with weed being the equivalent of putting a ladder to the ceiling of this existence to harvest the cotton candy of the clouds used to power your dreams whereas DMT was akin to taking a syringe to the wings of a dragon, celestial, then using that structural resonance to catch a lift via a way more advanced version of Breadcrumbing. Obviously these holes and such things were not supposed to exist and is, I suspect, the reason why old Shamans had elaborate rituals involving set and setting in which they called in the spirits of the ancestors as well as the element in question for guidance as thats akin to discovering there is a secret passage in the current element of the shell that can only be accessed when the one within this level of incarnation is in intuitive resonance with another version and thus both place their hands on the panel, invisible, and find a smooth point for entrance and exit. Beaming up, as its sold and told, is akin to those dudes who found the Pyramid and then blew a hole in it with explosive to gain access. Its brutal and can’t ever be truly fixed as the previous version was hermetic in any way you can imagine.
They say that a lot of the reason for the mess on this stage was due to the widespread cultural proliferation of addiction that kicked, back when, and that these stone structures were built for just such a reason on the previous spin when they sensed the resonance starting to dip and created artificial ways of sustaining it hence the name meaning “Fire in the mid”. Tombs for Pharaohs they most certainly wasn’t as they were built for totally different reasons than most do attest but that is the reason the name is the hint as “His Story” isn’t mine ergo their deposit is rejected as I look beneath the surface and see a deftness of intelligence that encodes within the essence of a lost generations teachings for those who come next and, in many ways, the same ghost in the shell is what we now term electric and use it to power everything as Tesla proved the supply was unfinite and could be tapped in, should one wish, to send at an immense distance whilst charging nothing in a strange contradiction of terms and engagement. Thats another topic.
A woman came in with her baby, wailing. She had tried everything but the child wouldn’t settle. This was not long after the above incursion into the world of an addict and thus, going off intuition, I suspected they were related as the kid was screaming like he wasn’t comfortable in his skin but currently lacked the motor neuron function to get to itching. I told her, in ways ambiguous and indirect, to walk home and, remaining dressed, stroll into the place that dispenses water overhead then stand there for a moment with child in grip. This she did, without question, as she’d partaken in previous imperiments and was willing to try anything if it stopped the incessant screaming. What do you know? It did. Welcome to the wacky world of Negs.
Negs are negative entity attachments. They are akin to leeches of the subconscious slash etheric aspects of man and the above showed how one doesn’t need to puff the magic dragon to fall prey to their whims as they abound in this realm. This is the reason why we get the “I don’t know what came over him” thing as well as what all schizos mention is playing with their awareness. Side note, these entities share one mind between them which explains, really well, why schizos, schizo as the other dumb terminal has no idea whats ejecting from their lips holds intense significance to the one listening who is convinced they’re all in on it. Gnosis of this is how I managed to stay sane during my own demonstrations of this as well as scenes where I saw aspects of my own subconscious be enacted on the pavement and, let me tell, that is beyond the strangest thing you can ever see as its akin to negative ASMR in the sense that you don’t feel brief tingles of pleasure, creeping, but its inverse opposite in any sense you can comprehend. Wearing human flesh is beyond strange, my friend, but most will never imperience this as the bubbles around their shell are present and connected. Lets divert:
A schizo in the US once attested that her symptoms all but vanished if she stayed in motion. Meaning, she had to constantly be switching timezones and locales ergo she trekked across the continent as a way of avoiding the voices that were haunting and reported feeling a sense of total bliss and comfort that was otherwise missing. We were formulating a hypothesis of the deeper meaning and why it seemed like some type of radio force needed to lock in triangulation in order to do what it did as her perspective vibed real well with my instinct that the body merely conducts consciousness but doesn’t actually create it. Think of it as a Man in the Middle Attack if you’re familiar with the hack and it all makes a load of sense and this is before we even get into why I think Linux is a hypersigil that drops cryptic hints about a covert mind control operation which contains nested references to the coherently collapsed construction of consciousness the reality tunnel is and how one, empathic, can burrow between them which also has its own resonance with the homosexual gaydar thing except the D in A action is the same as the junkie, piping, but inverted. You’ll note that scene is also awash in as many drugs as they can get, huge amounts of excess and a larger than average suicide rate as well. Its all interlinked, methinks, and innerstanding Negs is the key.
Just like the Russian Doll effect suggests that our previous incarnations are stacked within there are similar, but more subtle, aspects of energetics we know currently as the aura or human biofield. These have been mapped, energetically, back when and modern tech is starting to attest they exist as the human heart extends an EM signal which can be detected for heft as well as Kirlian photography and the rest which gets progressively more sketch. The simplest effect is the sense of being stared at where you turn and look, direct, at who is sending those energetics as well as the time your friend comes into the office and, externally, nothing is different but you can tell somethings missing and thus keep probing beyond her “I’m fine, just a bit tired, thats it” before she breaks down and admits her man left her to go and shack up with some fat single parent and she can’t make sense of it. How, exactly, in that sketch did you Know the deal? You could feel it. Something was off in her energetics so you pressed. This is a very basic form of Breadcrumbing which shows its natural. If you add in matching their posture, breath pace and where their center of attention is placed you can do some pretty amazing things as you step into their reality tunnel and see how they encode consciousness.
That smoked meat smell though. It was something else. Down to the bone and drawn through it as a further tint. Like an empty hollow of a life once lived that was, in this spin, reduced to its basic essence and being inhaled through pursed lips in which the dregs of a Soul did drip upon lips, human, but the etheric liquid itself was being greedily sipped by something altogether different that was using the current arrangement of carbon and consciousness to get its kicks in the same way dolphins do with trippy fish. When I find something manifesting in one place and having a very similar equivalent in another realm it often means the view is correct and worth upping in res. As this model is repped in the aforementioned burnt offerings and how the god of that text rejected an offer of veg for dead flesh instead it really made me think about the old order of the ages and it influence upon the present as well as the topic of suicide, its induction and true meaning which is such an immense text that its beyond this missive but lets say, that one, I’ve met, first hand, in my own reality tunnel and thus am quite confident in the sketch I’m outlaying as its all interlinked in a way that is quite complex to comprehend but simply coherent once you get that consciousness is everything and it doesn’t need flesh to animate but how those without a Prime connection will waste away without feeding on the breathing and how this ties in, real well, with how parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on the planet.
Its like I said in the Life and Anti Life thread as I strongly suspect I’ve came face to faceless with the dude who rules this age and wishes to be king but there is only ever one Prime who pre-exists and is, therefore, eternal and unchanging. We, in many respects, are it for it is pure consciousness hence Inner Sense. This resonance is constant throughout the ages but, on this spin, is corrupted into Adulteration as I’ve said in many texts. Where do ghosts and spirits come into this? Simple. There was a time, back when, when said things were Self evident to those who lived as attested by all types of myths involving strange, ephemeral beings. These days we call them aliens. Some believe they’re amazing and did everything. Others call them fallen angels in fancy dress whilst many suspect they do not exist and are simply figments of the imagination because:
“If they did why do they only reveal themselves to village idiots and rednecks? Make that make sense and no I don’t want to see that vid you mentioned in which the cow had been totally drained and had its organs blipped using a type of tech that was cutting at a cellular level so none of the shred was jagged. Weird as it is I believe that is some, off the books type black tech being developed by the men who dress in similar threads and they put this out there as disinfo to keep the illusion going that little grey men in spaceships come to this realm to F with the natives so the folks keep spending on National Enquirer level thinking”.
And yet, the myth is persistent as, I suspect, the neg aspect is at the base of this and it manifests on a subconscious level which we are no longer capable of projecting but its certainly felt due to not being thoroughly disconnected from our energetics. What I’m saying is that, back when, they may actually have seen the kinds of things you view in Lord of the Rings and other Hollywood fables as art is a lie that tells the truth except they used the black mirror within, as a collective, that were raised in the familiar resonance of an isolated village that accepted said viewpoint as the way it is. In much the same way we think anyone who says invisible things are playing with his head must be medicated against his will and never, ever question why junkies itch when jonesing for a fix as well as the odd bit that almost every single great musician, ever, had more than a little indulgence which generated flashes of sheer brilliance that inspired generations and how that may just link in with Club Twenty Seven being a sacrificial offering to said aspects as offered by the Agents of the Matrix that know more than a little but but run the show from behind the scenes as part of the team I’ve termed the Slave/Masters who do as bid by the architect as the next upswing (just under Thirteen K) will be all of his creation but it will be a counterfeit duplicate that uses the allure of false tech to hide what actually kicks under the surface as the descent of spirit into matter signaled the exodus of the Prime connection of consciousness and created shifts in awareness that first manifested as the voice in the head phenomenon that people thought were the “gods” talking as they directed their actions which then shifted to the current thing of you Thunking its you barking when, in reality, you’re the one listening so the question is did this process build a cocoon around the true Self and does this link in with another fractal of the Russian Doll effect which strongly suggests that all of this is planned with an intent and the link between the god of this age and the goddess state that sustains is akin to an in and out breath which is identical with life and death, one and zero plus all other binary opposites that create the demarcations of the thing we live within where the added dimension of depth begets a reality tunnel which is as invisible as water to a fish but, itself, hides a glass maze of ignorance that most never stopped to examine as they’re simply too well trained to ignore it ergo this could well be the modern manifestation of such things as the little people of myth but in a new dress that most cannot comprehend life without its presence.
Typing this feels like explaining a fever dream. None of the people whose realms I accessed to create this sketch ever got the full pic as it was, back then, a work in progress but as I’ve took that solo quest up the hill to enlightenment and look down at the Valley of the Plebs with a higher form of reference it all makes so much sense as loads of boxes, intuitive, do get ticked that strongly suggest we’re within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which is as finely balanced as a monkey riding a unicycle whilst playing an accordion which means that me pushing the pen like this is inevitable and all that went in to make the coal of the child me scream under such intense abuse and neglect was done for the singular reason of creating a diamond of awareness that shines with the light of the Prime, reflecting, in a time of mass darkness and artificial illumination. Just typing that makes me feel super arrogant but, as this text suggests, the Path I’ve taken to come to this innerstanding is not one many would pick but if I’m correct and this is my last spin in this realm then I really do think I’m the kind of Soul that did select the hardest level of incarnation to step off the stage with a flourish as I examined the shadows depth and lights brilliance then played an immense Game of hide and seek with my true essence that demanded nothing more and nothing less than being willing to follow the Path where it lead and that is whats so amazing as it recently shifted from one of Power to a Way of Wisdom or, maybe, Wonder instead. I can’t tell but I’m certain it will reveal its true name and resonance as I progress for I had no clue that talking to nearly half dead junkies back when that came to re would lead to this thread as I navigate this fractal of consciousness back to my essence which reminds about this:
Do you Know what its saying? You should do but I won’t say why, just yet. Do the Knowledge, my friend and next time a Neg is making its presence felt in your consciousness by saying things you don’t agree with that may signal that its feeding on your energetics, recollect, negative thoughts are there to challenge and see what kicks when you shift from a passive to active mode of playing this immense Game we’re within by using our Souls as credits which are then stacked and tethered as previous incarnations whose strengths either seep in as creative inspiration to those with the resonance or present as a quick fix to a fiend getting a hit and sucking his life essence through a pipe to feed that which he doesn’t suspect actually built the entire treadmill upon which the well adjusted do step as they don’t comprehend they’re not the voice in their head but that which listens instead. The Prime vs the one who pretends. One is closer to thee than your jugular vein whilst the other attempts to nibble and influence in ways both underhanded and slick.
That is, basically, how transcending entity attachments does kick as you first have to become aware the option even exists and thus you are a people, not a person but thats part of the trick as you were born singular – pure Inner Sense – that was conditioned by imprints both inherited and learned as well as the time you stepped in as well. Trauma has a lot to do with this as its where they sync and link to find points of resonance ergo the schizo is most correct that things outside of his ken are tampering with his awareness which is why there is no due process for them and straight to the mental asylum for more torment and pills. Its complicated but quite simple and very life affirming once felt as so much about a lot more makes way more sense as this is a strange, strange place in which to wear skin but such is the Game we all play using our Souls as credits on its most difficult stage…
Till we meet again
