Imagine there is a needle, diamond tipped, that moves along a track, pre-etched, much like a record. Now, the most amazing thing about this retrofuture tech is that the angle with which the former coal doth hit induces variances in which the song is sanged can shift up or down an octave. For some it may not be mere pitch but a feeling like someone has taken their bish and smacked it up a lil vicious! Or it could be the flip and the you that couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket now busts a groove with some funky steps and sits totally in the pocket which makes the whole world sit up and take notice. Does this cause anything, long dimmed, to start shining again, my friend? What I’m speaking on is the hypothesis that a different version of you is dreamt into life, every day.
I strongly suspect this is the case. Matter of fact, I’m almost certain that, like Senator Vernon, you could take this to the bank and cash it in so kindly reality test and tell me what kicks. The basic idea is this:
Earth is a place we come to play out various things. Your story follows a script that you animate with your unfinite consciousness which your flesh, at present, is hyper conducting. In between here and your Prime point of origin there is a space ruled, seemingly totally, by the Archons of myth and legend. Now, these we won’t get into for this bit but you can pretend they are like condiments to a chef that, nightly, cooks up a dish using the nocturnal visions in your head that your brain tips, Twenty Percent, to make happen. Here is where it gets interesting. Did you know that each time you recall a memory you’re actually changing what is stored in your long term my-story? That means that reality is plastic and one can, if they wish, exercise the power of imagination to flip the script. Most are totally ignorant of this as two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” left them in debt when it comes to this funky skill. So, the version of you that sleeps and rises in the AM are subtly different in the ways you can imagine with the record meta I said. The song will be the song. It is what it is but it can be remixed with uptempo versions of the same lyrics or even be slowed down a few thousand percent for a more avant garde imperience. Think of those days, back as a jit, which felt endless and compare that with how quick the treadmill doth blip because you’re not doing anything different between Eight to Six. Whoops, I mean Nine to Five as the previous might just kill a bish! So, to recap:
You are in the multiverse of madness and each night your ship of consciousness is rebuilt with new staff and features so it could be that, one day, you have a grouchy Captain so you yell over the smallest thing then, later, ponder why you did this. You go to bed, have a dream in which the symbols shift and suddenly he is switched for someone with a much more philosophical bent so when you see your tire is flat in the AM you decide not to stress but call in work and tell them:
“Yeah, listen – Got something here I need to handle, its quite personal so I can’t speak on it. Hopefully I’ll have it fixed today and will see you on the next”.
As you click without waiting for a response. Why? Because Captain Optimistic says:
“Forget that mess. Your attendance is perfect and seeing as “Ka” means Soul in Egyptian this is mad specific and the symbolism is speaking so lets not move that vehicle, yes? Instead lets go into town for the heck of it and take a look around a museum or something”.
So you do.
And much fun is had.
Then you go to bed and Captain Stress leaps in instead. His crew are hyper active, mad distractive and super anxious. You get out of bed, late, spill a drink and remember you didn’t change that flat as you were too busy gallivanting. You grab a cab, wince at the bill, make it and let loads of apologies start to drip from your lips as your boss says, with no respect:
“So, what was so important and personal that you couldn’t tell and left us hanging, eh?”.
The air is pregnant and your anxiety erupts as you let spill what you did and feel your career in the balance. Later on, ingesting caffeine, you stop and think:
“Why in the hell did I tell him? Its a HR thing and none of his biz”.
Doesn’t matter though, Captain Stress is at the helm and he’ll keep circling this island as well as reminding you of the time you went on a date, perfect, and were trying to impress then said “You too!” as the waitress bought your meal. He says:
“You never heard from her again, you cretin”.
Inside your cubicle where your square watermelon sits you feel more and more anxious as you recollect more of this resonance. You come home, exhausted, look at the flat tire and groan as you get down and fix it. Some space is saved, the next day is paved. You bathe and retire for the night. In bed you see immense technicolor visions in which you imagine the woman you met was actually a raging narcissist who would’ve made your life a living hell and how she bailed because she could tell her lxvebombs weren’t working that well. You also note, with a grin, that the waitress gave not an F as she was barely listening. You rise, smiling, and think:
“Who I am to believe I am so important to someone who never even met? What a doofus!“.
You find a spring in your step as you recollect the old text messages and, truth said, this woman did lay it on super thick but you were totally oblivious, back when. If you hadn’t guessed, Captain Intuition is at the helm and his crew are super slick as they deliver ten times out of ten and have an immense rep for navigating the most treacherous environments. You get into work super quick as traffic just seems to melt and before your boss can say a thing you casually mention:
“The other day when I was off, at the museum, I noticed they had a sign for an new event in which they were detailing the conquests of Napoleon whilst displaying some of his trinkets. Also, whilst I was there, I realized that difficult client that always gives us problems isn’t worth the stress as I computed he generates an excess of revision but with no measurable increase in billing so I’d suggest we bin him but, before this, we could apply the cost/benefit analysis algorithm I’ve been creating across a sample to see what happens next, yes?”.
Cue the disciplinary meeting and dressing down he’d intended melting and you getting a promotion instead. You go home feeling pretty terrific but Captain Anxious and his click can’t wait to put a dent in the plans of mice and men ergo you toss and turn all night with all types of fragments that leave you feeling super stressed and not at all rested. You grumble and rumble as you get up and notice there is a twinge in your neck. Plus your tennis elbow is playing up again and the only racket you’ve handled is the noiZ in your head. You get into the office and the boss nods in acknowledgment and suggests you chair the meeting and show the staff how to think lateral with withered tech. You shrink within, the Captain is roaring with a grin. Over words and concepts you know well you stumble and fall like a blind man convinced of his vision. At one point you note the management shake their heads and you remember that old spelling contest in which the word “restaurant” tripped your legs. You fold in further and further again. The rest of the day doesn’t go well, as expected.
By now I am sure you get my drift, yes? Lets say the above specimen was taking the steps to create the Path by walking and had been, daily, jotting his dreams, body language and various syncs. He discovers that these factors are not at all random and seem to link, in tandem, with the oddest things. For example:
Captain Intuition sailed in when you were on your way home, driving, and you were about to stop to get some shopping when your gut feeling said:
“Forget the usual place, its jam packed in the PM. Lets go over to that farmers market and pay for some pretension instead!”.
So you did. Why? Because it felt correct. Whilst there you did a bit a mild flirting with the girl behind the desk who looked with a wry grin at the goods you were purchasing as they screamed “I am single and spend my whole life in a cubicle“. Feeling smart as a whip you responded with an off the cuff metaphor about how we’re all laying eggs:
“Some are free range and others live and die in the cage“.
You quip as you bop to the exit with a grin and a wink. This is what provided grist for the mill for the takeover as you rest and, hopefully, this outlines the sketch on how to recode your OS because if attention is everything then where, my friend, are you focusing? Start pushing the pen. Note the emotional highs and lows before retiring. Choose which aspects you wish to trim and which could generate a higher resonance as its a most practical way of reality hacking that pays immense dividends hence why I said that imagination is to education what the Prime is to your Opponent in this realm because, to me, its Self evident that a different version of you is dreamt into life, every day and gnosis of this can cause immense shifts in the life you live…
Till we meet again
