Can you imagine, just for a second, you live in Town A and, often, travel to Town B. This next place is a home away from home and you know it well as its all part of your zone. Lets say you die in B and visit the place they call C. What happens next? For most this sketch sticks them back in the flesh in the place they were born so they can do it all again. What they never stopped to examine or comprehend was that B is to C like A links to Z ergo there are a whole load of destinations on this trip but only one is final… What do I mean by this? Simple:
For there to even be an alphabet means there has to be a space in which to erect or etch those glyph to which you attach meaning, yes? In that respect it is akin to the weary traveler stopping to think “Hold on a second. All of my life I’ve went from A to B. Why don’t we see whats missing instead?“. And they did. Then discovered a whole alphabet that was so far beyond the ken of their family and friends that they were a tad weirded out and tried to “talk some sense into em“. These are the dangers of deprogramming, my friend, but its also a hint that you can’t unawaken because lets say, in his head, this Warrior goes from A to M and sits there, humming, the only sound you make with closed lips then dies, comes back again and looks around then says “Hmm, interesting”. Off rip he will rebel against the System and what it presents as its designed to etch binary thinking into his consciousness. This may be demonstrated, real well, by trying to balance a chair on two legs when class is in sesh as gets that subtle point in the mid represents a hint about the unfinite made flesh. From that point on its all out because a part of him clicks, if not fully recollects, that there is more, much more, to this bish hence your mind doesn’t change when you die. What do I mean by this? Simple:
We are programmed to respect things like elders, parents and religion but, in the end, that only makes you subservient and, in effect, a lesser version of them. That is akin to the first person meeting death and thinking someone will swoop in with wings and lace him with cosmic intelligence of the step beyond what he’s seeing. Won’t happen. The Gnostics clicked this and were killed for their efforts to spread this wisdom hence why so much of what Jesus said was edited from the record and flipped into a meek and mild image when, in reality, he was akin to Neo in the Matrix as he dodged shells, emptied clips and put a whipping on his foes that has them yelping to this day. Paul, the traitorous triple agent, is to blame for this but moreso than this legend its the ones who accept and propagate it without stopping to check the credits and credentials as well. In other words, “Know ye not ye are gods?” is the A to Z mindset that alpha and omegas this bish by comprehending it all plays out inside your consciousness and without this magical resonance this place simply does not exist. How do you like them apples, Siri?
This is why I said that man cannot create a worm but invents gods by the dozen instead, gives them a symbol as a point of ref, invests emotions therein and forgets the OG sketch and yells, instead, “Death to the infidels!“. Thats straight up A-B thinking, in full effect. Someone who takes the next step in the flesh would stop and examine their bundle of ignorance and if it worked to create a life that felt even half way decent without a load of delusional coping mechs. Granted, for many this is a bridge too far over a tumultuous seabed ergo Doing the Knowledge is akin to becoming a heretic infidel. It takes a lot of strength to even attempt to delve into these waters which are neither still nor calming but once you get to the eye of maelstrom then you see with clear vision that comprehends that your mind doesn’t change when you die much like a load of steam that did condense then was flash frozen sentience which grips to the form it was given and forgets its true resonance. In that respect you could say this is a lower vibration that pays homage to a higher state and thus does not see what is commonplace between that it seeks without and what truly dwells within. Stop and percolate on this for a sec and see what kicks as its not a diss to religion but actually a respectful homage for this is the reason you get “We are closer to thee than the vein in your neck”. What else can that ref but pure consciousness, my friend? Doesn’t that make a load of sense? Look at “naked and happy in the garden” before being ejected as your unfinite awareness sans the skin that it wears to interact with this realm and, whilst, you’re there, could you ponder for a bit if your phone and wifi tech may just be that old antichrist they promised, back when, delivering on its promise to enSlave your children? Siri = iris when flipped for a reason. Do the Knowledge and then the missing link of why the apple is already bit starts ringing all types of bells that yell “Ding, dong. The (false) self is dead”. But, it won’t give in without a flex of its muscles called fear and dread for it can only exist in this realm and thus is heavily invested in you coming back again to do what it says via that voice in your head… Marinate overnight for best results then serve with a chill.
Listen, you cannot, fundamentally, respect anyone or thing more than your Self because this the thing that makes all possible in this realm and any other you can imagine. This is why one, sitting in A, can travel to C as there is a still place in the mid I’ve termed the Vertical Axis. Schizos know it well as they, haphazardly, bounce along it and that is akin to having your record deck playing a stack of vinyl between which the need flips ergo the melody becomes chaos instead of a soothing rhythm which is what the Shaman generates instead. The reason you don’t know this, in the West, is due to the witchhunts and such things which took what was once common knowledge and criminalized it quick. Let me give you an example:
I watched a documentary once in which some baby monkeys were capering, in the trees. One fell and hit the deck and let out a tiny yelp. His mother came to assist and yelled out directions to her kids who scampered into the jungle and bought back some leaves, berries and bark as well. She set to chewing this, super quick, and spitting it into a poultice which she fixed to her kid then held them close as well. The peeps, filming, went and collected samples and found it contained an analgesic and herb that promoted healing. Isn’t that amazing? That is what you lost, thanks to the Inquisition, as it was your ancestral wisdom and inheritance they traded for something else. A philosopher once said that man worships a thing he cannot see but destroys that which proves its existence, abundantly, and I couldn’t help but think how correct this is. Why? Because they A to B and never stop to see the deal and are thus pinned to wheel which begets another spin. Buddha lived his lyrics which is why they tried to Truman him by selling a false illusion which almost pulled him in before he stopped and did comprehend the nature of this trick which led to him floating from A to Z whilst resting under the shade of a tree which is not far switched from how the masses are bewitched by the modern Hollywood spell, eh?
Your mind doesn’t change when you die which means if you were ignorant of the depth in the flesh and never stopped to up your res then you’ll get what you expect as a one way ticket back to the flesh to run the treadmill. It makes me laugh when I see people get worked up, quite furiously, about which diet is truly spiritual and other such ridiculous things as they never seem to click that we eat death to live as a poignant reminder that this realm constantly recycles the same energetics even down to the water that you drink. You think thats air you’re breathing, my friend? Good, because it is ergo our relationship with the trees is a lifelong thing as they take what we expel and then turn it into something else. Makes you wonder why nobody ever studied photosynthesis to create a water powered engine yet? Or, maybe they did and accidentally drove off a cliff. Whoopsie!
Listen, the forces at the helm may actually be super benevolent and all I’ve said hence could simply be testament to my ignorance. I am more than willing to accept this perspect for all I possess is a strong opinion, loosely held. Try telling this to anyone who is a strict A to B man and thinks C is best left in the hands of someone beyond his station and watch them yell and rebel as they call you an infidel. Read that link for the testament of the rebel mystic of Islam as it lays the sketch, real well. This is what I mean about your mind remaining as this life is, in effect, training for the final altercation and thus if you haven’t leveled up in the flesh by defeating the demons you inherited then its a one punch knockout, straight back into the flesh, as you gain a fresh baby brain and do it all again. Is that their fault our yours? Better yet, read this text for a hint about the test and how things are not what they present but also obvious. If you Know the Ledge and have your Soul in ascent for it is unfinite and knows exactly what I said and meant but those types don’t need a hint as they, by themselves, will awaken the Warrior within. Its the 81% who are beyond saving ergo let the dead bury the rest who are just like them and labor under the illusion of something they term “Being human”. What is that, exactly? Believing you’re John of House Smith who likes that and this but detests X, Y and Z? Have you ever actually trekked to those far distant lands of the alphabet and seen if Formosa is actually filled with seductive maidens and such things in a state of idyllic bliss awaiting a man, so perfect? What if it is? Or isn’t? It could actually be packed with hungry cannibals who can’t wait to toast your flesh as a gratefully accepted burnt offering or they may just be like you and me and tell fanciful tales of how the people in lands A to B walk on their hands and defecate from their mouths… Check your local comments section for evidence.
Till we meet again
