If god is imagination, does that make school the Devil? Whilst you’re pondering about the topic and the next two thousand words of explication simply glance at this pic as well:
And tell me if you feel the long dimmed embers of Inner Sense start glimmering within? Look, I’m speaking on revelations that are spoken in a tongue you were made to forget as you became, instead, a square watermelon, par excellence. Thats the Game! In order to play this stage and fit in with the rest you needed that form of socialization hence two decades (legally mandated) at your local camp of concentration as well as the most important years having “No!” impressed in your head when you simply wanted to know… Marinate on that for a second before progressing.
I’ve spoken to a grip of trippers who really think they get it – but they don’t. All they’ve had is an altered state of consciousness. It is not who they is because when you trip the switch and feel the shift, guess what, that becomes your default mode of operation aka the resurrection of Inner Sense. For some, reading, it will make sense why the Eucharist was originally a shrooms flesh with the “blood” being the liquid from the top that was weaker and served to the less seasoned. The intuitive will draw the links between the two thieves on Golgotha (Aramaic for head) and why Mario becomes super once shrooming and how the tale they tell you again and again is of a regular guy taking on a reptilian who has kidnapped the divine feminine. In everyday speak this is the real Self transcending the Mind Made Prison of the left hemisphere in your head to connect with the right side, creative, that was usually kept in check by the R-Complex which is exactly what they programmed with all of that “Sit still, look ahead” mess. In effect, taking drugs is akin to getting a lift in a helicopter to the top of the mountain ergo you look at the Valley of the Plebs from a different perspect but you missed the whole Journey thanks to your trip as the way is paved with thorns (aka demons) that cause people to wig out when they meet them as they shift their brainwaves and ponder the depths of their subconscious which, surprise, is where imagination dwells.
In many respects the Game on this stage flips everything. From taking your innate gnosis you’re a god wearing flesh and making you believe you’re merely human to the immense fib that there is actually an “out there” when it all springs from within hence, without you nothing exists. Marinate that secret blend of herbs and spices overnight before serving, my friend. I assure you it pays dividends, immense. Getting back on thread:
Every single occultist, practicing magickian or Soul that is truly meditating (aka Journeying) Knows this is true because it takes all they have to transcend the conditioned limits that seem solid in order to click their thoughts are merely the matter with Spirit aka consciousness resonating at a low frequency so it appears solid. It is akin to the old seeing a hose and thinking its a snake. The R Complex leaps in and grabs the imaginative flex of the divine feminine and spins a narrative to the (false) self about needing to stay safe so run to the hills and don’t look back again. If you stop and chill you’ll note that these emotions die within about ninety seconds and then you gain a sense of Centering which says:
“Why hasn’t it moved?”.
At this point you may prod, from a safe distance, or stomp up in your Timberlands ready to shake a leg if things get hectic before laughing at the fact that is just a piece of hose, disconnected. Life works just like this, my friend, as it wraps your greatest strengths in papers of fear and dread so you dare not unwrap the present and gifts it contains. The ones who do are, by definition, Shamans and they speak on things that seem super sketch to the rest who posit they must be off their heads and in need of meds when, in reality, its them who are outsane as they accept such ludicrous madness as “reality”. Whatever that is. Now, these trippers got pissed when I asked them to explain, in depth, the signs, symbols, ecosystems and their own definitions of said gnosis based on what they’d seen under the influence. That was the (false) self as it simply upgraded from treadmill runner to pleasure tripper on the same apparatus but seeing different scenes. A lot of religious people are like this especially ex-cons turned Muslim etc etc.
So much fakery and lack of realness, yes? Its like everyone is walking around with an ideal them mask on their dish that is locked in one expression. They are so used to wearing it (and desperately want it to be true) that they’ll yell at you if you dare suggest something sketch is happening. This image is sold to anyone who’ll buy in and they, in turn, do the same thing. Soon cliques form and they hate others doing the same thing as the trick with innerG is it can’t be created or destroyed so they project instead. The saddest part? They are all dead but do not comprehend why their children step in with a glow that is rapidly extinguished as they learn to become just like them. Drugs, I believe, do remove this mask but they do so in a way that is most deceptive as the real thing is latched in with all kinds of hooks, arrows and torsion points based on repressed emotions and undoing this is the work of a lifetime (or many). Its like dividing 1 by 81 then looking within and finding everything. Well, except for…
This is linked in with the DKDK effect as most of these trippers simply saw what they expected and not the Exegesis illumination in which you download an immense dataset (often in seconds) that can take absolutely ages to deconstruct, integrate and make sense of. The Devil is super slick with his tricks as he has 8 billion versions of himself living in most peoples heads as the voice that instructs them what to say and Thunk. The process is so invisible and the Shaman and schizo both start out identical by questioning this process whereas the latter goes left and drowns whilst the former stays Centered in Self then swims in seas of higher consciousness that constantly reveal more and more about this realm as it all takes place inside their consciousness. Think back to last year and the fears that were running around in your head making you stress and how, eventually, the situations resolved with virtually no input from thee and apply this gnosis the next time it suggests as you challenge these negative thoughts instead. This is akin to lifting pink weights at the spiritual gym of Self but that process is essential to reforge the connection between Spirit and flesh as school disconnected this resonance, back when, as we live in an era of mass ignorance. I asked them:
“Tell me something brand new“.
And they all regurgitated stale tale or variations on a theme. Nothing fresh, naught slick like decoding real world symbols in the midst of a conversation and the encoded gnosis of a motion pic, mentioned, or the tales of a jit that was born in the Matrix and felt the urge to disconnect and thus went to the hills and found a cave in which the System could not impinge. Are these lives I’ve lived? Maybe but one thing is for certain is that the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and the song of your Soul, on this spin, is made of samples of other tracks you’ve etched in this realm. I didn’t even get a chance to share said things for their consideration as they requested I eject from their congregation which made me grin as it proved that these chemically opened minds were still closed to the lips of wisdom that were yelling:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend“.
I did gain one interesting thing from this conversation though and that is how they would get their vision and then stop to marvel at it. No deconstruction, unpacking or rearrangement. It is like the “What is the meaning for me?” subprogram was totally missing and this, I intuit, is because they hadn’t walked up the hill in darkness on a night when it was cold and thundering and they suddenly saw an immense serpent in front of them. Knowing I was too far up to retreat and of the ment that I could tell when the R-Complex was attempting to pimp I edged closer to this hose in fancy dress and laughed as it presented me the gift of imagination. That is what I mean about deconstruction and taking it to another level because a lot of you trippers simply go and knock on the door of the divine then run for the hills, giggling. Somewhere, on the same mountain, there treks a Soul, solo, and he hears the mirth and merriment from those who are standing on the false tip for that is the second greatest trick:
A real peak imperience is intensely ineffable and totally private as you are meeting the symbols that dwell in the depths of your subconscious. They can have totally different meanings as, for a Christian, the snake is wicked but, for a Hindu, its a Naga spirit that brings wisdom. Lets say they both have awakened the Warrior within and comprehend that religiosity is simply a layer that fits like a second skin over their Prime resonance and they do the Knowledge. One may exclaim he is now seeing the lives of his ancestors that dwell within the cosmic spiral of his genetic resonance whilst the other states he clicks how Watson and Crick came up with the image of the dual helix. Guess what, both have seen the same thing but from totally differing perspective. If they met and kicked it the conversation would be quite interesting as both minds were opened to a new depth and when they link to speak on the resonance they could make further leaps still that hint how gnosis is a living process ergo static texts of dead prophets captured in ink are literally the opposite. I don’t mean this as a diss to religion as things serve a purpose but to the Warrior its mere window dressing that is hiding pure potential behind the view of Overton that the rest accept. Think back to being a jit and how it was your innate state to push the limits and see what happened so if your parents said you can play out but only to the end of the street your imagination said:
“Well, that place over there has a tree that is immense and its still within their spec so lets climb it and see what happens”.
So you did and saw the promised land glinting in the distance as something, hitherto unknown, came to your attention. What did you do next? If your were scared of your parents and they demonstrated the usual power play relationship you could have either tucked tail and did nothing or plotted and planned a way to slip beyond the grip of the version of them in your head to learn what you wish or you may have not given an F as you set off in that distance with friends because the potential of Knowing could not be balanced by any threat or punishment they could send your way. This is why I’ve said that the whole “We are all one” is a load of BS because we all possess different skills and traits when we step in that the System intends to equalize, quick, so that you accept their grading of your ment is gospel as well as learning the ways of the pyramid and how you are small and worthless in comparison. Stop and think, not one single child naturally thinks like this as they are firmly convinced, with no education needed, they are the most important Soul in the realm and everything revolves around them. Which it does. The lower aspect of this is being self centered. The true expression is when one is Centered in Self and Knows he interacts with figments of his imagination ergo his higher aspect chose those parents, this script and the rest purposefully to test their mettle and hone their skills on the battlefield of the living dead who are firmly convinced they’re alive and well. Nothing could be further from the truth, my friend, because if you can’t thrill with an imagination that sees scenes that may not exist in this realm before setting off to reality test and push the limits then you’re merely subsisting, not existing, and certainly not thriving which links in, super well, with how Jeezy said the kingdom is within and one must be innocent to see what kicks so render unto Caesar the ignorance the Empire that never ends tries to sell with a cheery “Return to sender!” as you choose, instead, to do the Knowledge.
Remember, you don’t need me (or anything) to be who you are in this realm but if you’ve been trained to forget your own strength as an aspect of the Prime, pre-existing, then this is simply a nudge that there may be more to heaven and earth, my friend.
Till we meet again
