If you truly want to get to grips with life how it is and see beyond the deception in the mid that is slung by the pimps who play with your awareness as they, endlessly, recycle your Soul as a credit to play the Game that is beyond most folks comprehension then simply repeat this statement next time you’re stressed, feel like no giving an F or facing some type of problem:
“Directed, starring and written by me”.
There, you now have some agency. Put your hands on your chest and say it. Better yet, rub your belly (bare skin) for a moment whilst relaxing and issue the statement whilst paying attention to the sensations that manifest within. Some may get immediate gnosis and insight on what to do next, others need to relax and place less effort in as tension is the opposite of what the light demands to shine in the darkness, dig? I would like you to imagine an immense Noughts and Crosses set but its ThreeD and all levels play out in one instance. The bottom (and most dense) is wearing flesh on the planet. Here it is extremely easy to delude and be fooled into believing things like free will etc etc. Such is life in the land of sentient snowmen who know not thy Self. In the middle we have an interesting realm that is, currently, controlled by your Opponent. You visit this area in dreams, fantasy and, curiously, when watching your TV set. You could call it the land of the black mirror, if you wish as its from hence the rest doth spring. Up, above this, we have a place these fiends can’t access but most certainly covet and its from hence you spring. Never left would be accurate as this arena is where sits the thing people call a Higher Self. It manifests as guidance, intuition, that voice within that speaks without talking (in comparison to the chatterbox who pretends as he is naught but an interloper from the middle realm, as mentioned).
Now, to decode all of this, as and when, whilst clicking that you’re dealing with not actual, living people but figments of your imagination you are projecting (some of whom may be organic portals, intent on deception) is a third class ticket to enlightenment that needs you to shift through as many planes, trains and automobiles as you can handle. Sometimes it may feel like you’re shackled to the devil himself but, others, will have people who seem to wish well yelling “You’re going in the wrong direction” when the truth is something else.
As you can probably guess, we have now ventured into the lands that are populated with the burnt out wrecks known as schizophrenics who, never, placed their hands on their head, chest and abdomen then massaged for a bit whilst stating “Directed, starring and written by me“, as they listened in quiet expectation for what the Psylense said as they transcend the noiZ, within. Once again, the former is from the third level and ye are it, my friend. Just like the latter extends from the black mirror in their grip and, currently, it sits at the helm of the heads of over 81% of the populace who are totally convinced its chatter is organic, natural and as intended as they throughly invest in what it says… See how madness and sanity are interlinked and the only thing that debraids this devious weave is clear intent and a state I call being Centered in Self? The above rubs and statement activate the energy centers I’ve termed the Three Kingdoms and, once it clicks, you’ll comprehend what I mean about amnesiac gods who fell into this realm and are, currently, being fed upon a predator of consciousness.
Such are the perils of awakening and dangers of deprogramming, my friend. If you haven’t guessed, yet, these shady forces are the same one that kills the prophets, dead, after the Prime, the pre-existing one sent them with a message for the rest about how they’re in some type of mess they accept as “being human” when, in reality, its far more insidious. Comprehend, they cannot leave and thus, without us to feed upon, their reign comes to an end hence the Be Kind, Rewind effect I mentioned. Gnosis.
Slave/Masters hate this one weird trick as it contains the seeds for liberation that one must water and tend for it to crack through the concrete pavement of ignorance that they spent decades (and many past incarnations) having you invest in the fable of being human and the rest this brings. Like links of family and kin who, in the end, are merely aspects of Self and thus manifestations of your incoherence and reliance on others, external, to define what is vital, unchanging and thus eternal. That last part can, for many, be a bitter pill whilst, for others (who often felt black sheeped, par excellence) its the honey they’ve been seeking as they shake off the manip, guilt trips and emotional pimping that had them bending over backwards for anothers whims who never truly seemed to give an F about them. They don’t. Never have, never will. This is what I meant by the organic portals and why an old philosopher opined that not all who walk in the flesh are human, back when.
These days you see them as industry captains, people in positions of power and influence. Psychopaths, we call them. They are made broken to conduct a different type of resonance from this plane in the mid that, wouldn’t you know it, powers the military industrial complex and its PR wings of media and entertrainment:
You may suspect I jest but that truly is the lay of the land, as far as I can tell but its worth bearing in mind that I simply type these texts as the journal notes of an eternal work in progress who, daily, Knows the Ledge and thus chips away at his ignorance ergo I am my own guide and only adept so you should not follow me but create your own Path by walking. I’m just detailing what I’ve seen, been and felt along with various observations and ruminations as I kick the ballistics on a range of topics depending on how I feel like pushing the pen. As I said previously, 81% are Slaves from now till the end, one life to the next, mindwiped, reskinned, ready to believe whatever they’re programmed with as the (false) self at the helm tells them what it is and they nod their heads, accept and yell “Death to the infidel!” who dares contradict his script or offer insight into his plight which is built on ignorance of the simple principle that should, more accurately, be viewed as a commandment:
“Directed, starring and written by me“.
Sit erect in a chair with your perineum kissing where its at as it extends in relaxation which allows your hips to become the lotus from which your spine blossoms and lifts. Massage your skull, in both directions, as you repeat the statement and feelsee within to detect the message the Psylense doth bring. Do it again but at chest level and you may wish to add in some herbs and spices by mentioning “I am me (say your name). I am here. I am listening to your unfinite wisdom and its guidance” then sense the shifts. For some this can be quite dramatic as a long dimmed ember, within, starts glowing which can be fanned into a roaring flame of illumination by using this technique, mentioned, with two pens in either fist. Next bring your mitts down to your abdomen aka the Lower Kingdom and get to rubbing and feeling at home in a place most, long ago, vacated. Read this free eBook for a more in depth presentation about ones adventures beneath the neck and why most, to themselves, are an absentee landlord, par excellence who, seemingly, smokes crack rocks of the finest ignorance and thus demands his rent with a ferocity that won’t relent.
“Directed, starring and written by me”.
You could say thats why Dave walked away from the Ms as he could see where it was heading and the price of access for what they were getting was too immense. Its why he speaks in codes and tapdances around the topic but references the Pimp metaphor, real well, as he is there to spoon feed but encourage you to up your res… Back when it was only the jester who could speak the truth, as it is. This is something they’re attempting to curb, real well, hence why most missed the gleaming presence of a giant among men who gave not one single F and thus set a benchmark so immense that the rest are mere amateurs in comparison to his witty perceptions. The others work for the team, the 11%, and thus have pledged their Souls for a sense of false illumination that offers them the very best of this realm, hides their dalliance, encourages the worst in them and thus further closes its grip in a way, most noxious, from one life to the next. There it is. The grand secret many have died to protect and killed countless to prevent leaking. And yet, it was never even hidden as they put it in front of your dish, as and when. By the way, if you ever get invited to a mansion party and they say they wish to do a quick blood test to ensure you can sex without protect I’d advise not to partake as when you dance with the devil he knows all the steps and thus presents the perfect decep to play upon your senses with the Dual Reality Principle in full effect…
“Directed, starring and written by me”.
Why? Because without my spark, none of this exists and that shine, itself, is an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one of whom I am the same and identical. You as well. Even if it seems blasphemous. Have you been rubbing your belly, chest and head or are you content being face in the crowd Twelve Thirty Six whilst others have stolen your rightful role and calling in this realm? For some a straight line in Tetris moment just hit as they get why it all feels like a retread and that something, vital, is missing. How many of them will actually have the will to do something beyond a moments introspection before its onto the next distraction – thanks to that voice in their head…
Do you know what the worst part is? Its that those in the mid actually hold all of the pieces and they can use these, real well, to drive a man outsane as they use the signs and symbols that make up his programming along with his fears and attractions to manipulate him ergo even if I shared an A to Z of what they did it would make no real difference to one reading as their own psychospiritual makeup is different and its based on their lives, lineage and the current angle their light is bent at and what it reflects in the kaleidoscope of consciousness as well as their own, personal, reality tunnel. In that way what the ancients meant about the Dao that can be described isn’t it rings true now as it did then. Sadly, it also shows how these once fringe players are main stream, full effect, and how the whole world is in their grip at a time where the real and fakeness are so intricately interwoven that he who points it out is seen as a madman, infidel or heretic.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
