My life isn’t like yours and yours isn’t like mine. Not one bit. I feel like I’m some strange kind of experiment and that has me wondering:
Who set me this challenge and why?
What is their intent? Is it just for glitz and giggles or is there some elegance beyond the seeming madness which hides the key to reality in pieces that I’ve got to then travel through the depths of my awareness to stitch into a coherent narrative as one bit leads to the next and I constantly up my res? Can you see why I call it enforced enlightenment, my friend? Its complicated. More complicated than most can think as one must go to a place beyond words where you encounter the raw, transformative forces which dwell in mans depths and we all inherited to wear the flesh. Many live and die in blissful ignorance of what kicks in the murky end of consciousness. Me? I was born there.
Who set me this challenge and why?
If I’m a god wearing flesh (as I attest) then it must be me, in the end. This is actually a very empowering and rather accurate way of looking at things which I believe marks the key difference between one off the tracks who flips their lid and becomes a schizophrenic and the other who comprehends things are not happening to but because of them. Its hard to get paranoid when your internal OS says:
“Hmm, so why, exactly, did my Higher Self place me in his situation, with these variables and events? Whats the tell? What reminds me of something else? How can I flip these bits into a coherent arrangement? Let see, will what worked back when help or do I need to develop new strengths?”. Compare this to the others rumination:
“They are out to get me. They’re all in on it. That is why it lines up so perfect. That symbol is speaking, but I am illiterate. My fear and dread are manifest as things I see in this realm and I can no longer tell where inner starts and outer ends”.
This is why I’ve said that a dictionary contains every book that could be but its the skill of arrangement which spells true artistry…
To some the concept of a Higher Self may make no sense or seem like metaphysical navel gazing and such things but that resonance does shift, often, super quick, whenever I’ve said:
“Imagine this version of you is a character in a Game that the real you is playing. The approximation is, by nature of the code, connected in to the whole and believes the little bit of forced perspect it clicks is the whole thing when, in reality, it is no such thing but can be used as a tool for liberation. That is the relation between being in and not of, my friend”.
Even the most staunch materialist stops to think and when you sprinkle on the dream version equivalent and how it seems real and solid till one shifts their consciousness I have never met a hold out yet. The best thing is this generates a state of mental liberty to start viewing differently which often leads to the Win or Learn mindset as well as the “You are a puzzle on you can solve” perspect in which life is no longer seen as a challenge but challenging which makes such a difference, psychospiritually. Something within simply cannot resist the “Bet you can’t…” flex this brings as it awakens a part of us that is original, pristine and unfinite. I call it Inner Sense. If you look at a childs years, developing, most of the stress felt by its parents are due to their seeds near constant attempts to hurt themselves. They, of course, don’t see it as this as they’re aware they’re gods wearing flesh and thus immortal. The rest must be conditioned in. Its like the little boy who sticks a key in a socket then gets electrocuted before being swatted away and sits there, sizzling. Something in his mind says “Wow, that was intense”. Many will learn their lesson but a few will need to do the exact same thing again just in case the first result wasn’t totally accurate. You can call them hard headed or simpletons but they may edit the remix and lick a nine volt battery or bridge the bit that sparks the cooker to feel the hit. It is a process of refinement. A way of thumbing your nose at the fear and overriding the cues and clues of the developing nervous system.
In many ways most in this realm stand as perfect testament to the inherited ignorance of their entire lineage. Read that back again and recollect the mind is akin to Velcro for bad thing and has a Teflon coating for wins as the former ensure survival and the latter don’t mean a thing when face to face with something threatening. The problem is the nature of the world has shifted but we, in our element, are still closer to Flintstones than Jetsons. And yet, we all wish to fly. Such is the paradox of man since we first looked in the skies and thought:
“How do they do this? If only I had wings…“.
Some soared on those built by imagination and when the world called them imbecile and said it would never happen, they persist. Why? Because they choose to and they follow the lead of the same thing that said something interesting could kick from mixing key and socket. Which it did. Which it did. Its what comes next that presents the test though as many would listen to the threats and admonishment of never doing that again and the rest and place a whole load on the verboten list whilst others, more curious, would say:
“Sure, those two specific variables shall never blend but I noticed there was a blue spark, off rip, and I’ve seen the same thing on the cooker so what if I made a probe and then flicked that switch as it turns on and off, real quick?”.
I strongly suspect the above is the most natural reaction to times of threat and challenge. Its the Velcro doing its thing but finding there is a coating of Teflon as well hence strong opinions, loosely held. Could it be the reason I’ve lived all of this was to develop this level of insight to help those who never even stopped to reality test? I suspect it is as there have been too many events where people to whom I’ve talking have wandered out of their walled garden of ignorance then said something, for them, that was totally out of character which is swiftly clicked as they raise a hand to lips or try to remain really still as I watch their facial muscles stiffen as they suddenly stop breathing. There are a few tells but they usually fall on either end of this spectrum. Why does this kick? I suspect its the same reality distortion effect that stopped schizos and madmen from hallucinating in my presence as well as the reason why dudes known for cracking heads revealed their true inner Self in conversation as well as so many women who’ve said:
“I can’t believe I told you this!” often followed by “You know, you’re really easy to talk to. About anything”. The best, and most perceptive said:
“Its simple, you are so out there on a limb, all singing and dancing that no matter what I do or say it pales in comparison to your flat out weirdness and thus I came to guess there are no true limits beyond the ones I accept”.
They say the best facilitators have been beyond the ken of the average in terms of Self development. This was the model used by the Shaman and something that is missing from all modern training in terms of inner realms. Its why I’ve said these “specialists” are often more broken than their clients as they’re trying to make sense of a smaller pic in order to avoid their own inner realms and you can, quite literally, apply this to everything hence why comedians have often lived lives that are quite tragic and yet they make you grin. Its the reason why the quiet nerdy girl is a straight up wild thing in bed whilst the BBL augmented, doing it big for the clicks image chick offers a curios mix between overacting and starfish ie about as genuine as her true depth, based on what she lives. The formers surface can appear calm and staid but that is because she’s playing another Game and that requires a type of grit that, once again, this world is missing but some have as standard equipment. This is why I’ve said everything is mental and I mean that in both terms of the spell as one who Knows the Ledge perceives a realm quite different from the res and its quite fascinating to point something out and watch their reactions as some click, others reject and a few come back with their own perspect that makes you think. It takes all kinds, eh?
Who set me this challenge and why?
One thing I can say, with complete certainty, is there is a level upon which we are all totally unique. I can say, with equal clarity, that this natural scene has been repeatedly concreted over with the many layers of the (false) self so if someone turns up and starts chipping away at this countenance they find themselves yelping. Even though its fakeness. Take a look at this and tell how the brain is a machine made for reality creation:
Fascinating, yes? Your mind knows its a fib but your eyes just keep buying in, even if there is an invisible disconnect hence its a Game of three halves, my friend. The uptight, tuned in to grammatic correction doth yelp:
“Thats a third, you imbecile!” as they tick the “This man is an idiot” box in their head as one of the 81%. Some would stop to question:
“Why on Earth did he say such a strange thing? What could be the deeper meaning?”. I pointed at the moon. A few thought, to them, I was showing the finger which they took as insulting. One grinned. She said:
“I see, so the luminary overhead presents two faces from full to nothingness but, behind this performance, is a chunk equal and opposite that remains constant and is mostly unchecked. Interesting!”.
See how “three halves” is most accurate, my friend? What you know you know built the life you live. What you know you don’t is where most of the rest dwells and that is, realistically, just as useless as the world is a mess, either way. Its what you don’t know you don’t know that can cause the shifts and its from here I push the pen as I was born and raised in this environment ergo it truly feels like this is my last life in this realm as its only thing that makes sense as none of what I’ve said was prompted by external teachings but it sprang, fully formed, within. Hence why creativity isn’t something you can buy or sell as it descends then ascends your consciousness. Have you ever had a download in the sense where you get a flash of inspiration that takes a moment to pop in but could take a lifetime to comprehend? PKD did. He wrote a whole exegesis about it and still couldn’t model it. I think he visited the same place I’m living and that is the shadows depth.
Who set me this challenge and why?
Obviously I did, in some aspect of Self and is that to ensure enlightenment in one life clicks? Methinks it did but the strangest thing is I don’t really feel that different, in the grand scheme of things, beyond Knowing, for certain, that I don’t know a thing. There go those strong opinions, loosely held! See, we create maps of the world that may or may not be accurate. They were, invariably, laid down in a childs ink with big crayon lines and barely coherent text. Each one of them is saturated in emotion and labels which we based on the presence of the one who says how it is. Then we turn the page to the next and pretend it never happened but the limits have been set. Very very few implement that process of refinement in terms of turning the shock of a lifetime into the planned extraction of the sparking element when the stove gets binned then delighting with a grin as they examine what makes it kick before taking apart their toys and wondering:
“Am I just like this, within, or something different? Is food my battery or is it breathing, drinking or affection?” as they get a swift beating for seemingly desecrating the gifts they were given. Once again, crayon inks splashing on the canvas due to threats. That doesn’t mean one relents. Oh no. He simply stopped cracking open the shell using brute force to peer within and went to the tool shed instead to use a screwdriver which led to the nascent steps of upping your res and thus some would attest that being a habitual linestepper is within whilst, for others, its testament of an indomitable will and the power of Spirit to drop hints that one is way more than the flesh…
Who set me this challenge and why?
I think we’ve just discovered the answer, yes? The question for you, my friend, is identical so let me ask it:
Who set you this challenge and why?
Till we meet again
