Jesus, Vivekananda and Tesla. Now there is a triumvirate that most never expected to be confabulated into one place. And yet, as ye shall see, they hold more in common than you’ve been lead to believe…
They say they never really miss you till you’re dead or gone but the true test of faith is how long after this period of grace does your name ring bells like the church of Latter Day Saints? First and phimost, I’m not a Christian but I do like Jeezy as the dude speaks clear and true as he saw through the code of the Matrix and filleted the specimens with a whip who then turned around and made a fish out of him after he’d left. Thats the problem, see? They can’t hide the truth but they can change where it lies by playing with your head as they alter the narrative. After a while (with veiled threats) this because a tradition ergo he who questions must be an infidel, yes? And yet, if Jesus came back, today, half of the people would hate because of what he says, another half would wish to see him dead due to his image and the third half would go along with the crowds sentiment before hitting up Instagram with “Rise in power, sweet prince” and such things after they’d crucified him again… A game of three halves, as I said.
In another text I mentioned that if I were to remove the flesh, bone and organs from your being what remains would be a light force that pulsates in resonance. Without beginning, nor end. This is why all paintings of spiritual adepts have a type of shine around their head and Jesus himself said that if your eye is single (no illuminati!) that you’ll bling, blaow every time you come around town. But, then like now, there are jack boys that hate to see you shining and thus they’ll pour fluoride into the water refining plants whilst, themselves, flaunting pinecones on deck. Doesn’t that seem a tad sketch? How the dude that sells you the image of heaven does so from the safety of a bulletproof vehicle? Make that make sense because a liar always tells on himself for talk is cheap but actions say what it is. Lets switch it up a bit to a more modern example of an everyday prophet:
Swami Vivekananda was on the scene was before Yoganandas eyes were even twinkling and his mission was to bring the West something from the Orient whilst helping his own folks as well who were being well suppressed by the Empire doing what it does best:
Looting, shooting and booting those with melanin as they pillaged their continent.
Into this era the Swami steps and utters “WTF?” as he looks around and wonders how the world could be such a mess. His mother was devout and asked Shiva for a son that was just like him. Instead she got one, most mischievous and often called him a demon in fancy dress for he rejected the programming of the realm and would not sit still and look ahead whilst class was in session. You’ll notice a common thread here as being well adjusted to such sick social influence requires you accept the script, without question, whilst developing. You’ll also spot the strained parental relationship as linked with Buddha (whose folks deceived him) and Jesus whose mother comprehended not his divine mission hence the diss of saying he was about his Fathers biz hence “These are my kin” as he pointed at those with a spiritual (over terrestrial) connection. Lets meander for a bit:
One of the most telling things to drip from his lips is when he said that a prophet is not accepted by his own folks, people in his hometown or those from his own house. Ouch. As you can see, the Path is lonely as its akin to being born in the times of desert dwelling Bedouins and having someone beam visions into your head of an iPhone with invisible wifi webs as the Antichrist thats coming… I mean, how would you capture and transmit this message to the rest and the threat underpinned without seeming like you’re off your head and in need of meds? This is the same thing with spiritual revelation as there is the you that was born and things you did, back when, and then there is the upgraded paradigm. This is akin to a fish sprouting wings and leaping from the ocean of ignorance to the clear blue skies of wisdom then coming back to tell the rest the reason they’re so inept at all of this is because they had their wings clipped and tied beneath them hence the epidemic of back pain and such things. They’d point to their scriptures, biology and the rest as they yelled:
“We are fish, you moran! Get a brain” as they went, aswimming.
Plato mentioned this in the Cave and how, most strange, that the captives will fight to remain enSlaved from the one who comes to free. This is what I mean about Jesus, the celebrity, as you can think of this event like a meteor of illumination thundering across the heavens then landing on Earth, back when. The whole world would see this, yes? One moment its dark, the next, brightness:
Lets say this glow bought a message which said, at its basics:
“Hey up, our kid, you’re actually a god wearing flesh and I popped in to kickstart the anamnesis but, quiet as kept, the forces at the helm will make me a nemesis, real quick, as they play with your ignorance so spread the gospel ear and lip to the apostles that donate not to any plate of collection, ya dig?”.
This is why, I’d guess, there is a Jesus template all across this realm as they recall the illumination. Now, lets pretend that these people are in the biz of selling lightbulbs and such things. To them, a natural source of shine is most distressing as its bad for business so its essential they flip the script, edit in increments and make things seem unlike they is in order to ensure they stay at the helm for they certainly enjoy middlemanning. I mean, need I mention the super sketch link with Cesare Borgia himself and how its mentioned in Corinthians that its an abomination for men. This is the type of thing I’m meaning as there is letter and Spirit where the former commits treason in an elaborate Game of Chinese Whispers but, shh, that term is probably classed as racist these days. You get my drift, yes? Along with this they removed certain books, edited the rest and then added on the old “I think what Jesus meant” flex to the congregation. Want to know what I think?
You are Jesus.
Me as well.
We are the Gz, us!
How can I say such things? Simple, read this ref for the whole Golgotha thing then do the Knowledge with a pinch of modern neuroscience thrown in and you’ll spot the sketch that his presence encodes pure consciousness in the flesh and the whole text makes way more sense as it posits there is a Prime, pre-existing, of whom you are a portion then there is the blind god of this realm (AKA the Demiurge, in full effect) who is holding your Soul hostage due to ignorance and camera tricks. This was explicated more in the Essene and Gnostic refs that were ethnically cleansed from the official record around the same time Jesus became a White beatnik in sandals compared to what I see:
The original Neo in the Matrix and main reason why so many movies have a supernatural JC:
Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. So, Vivekananda was a man on mission who (like the Prodigys hit single) was intent on smacking a bish up. Get it, smacking a bishop? Ha! He found the stench of modern religion unbearable as, as a yogi, he decided to correct this booboo by showing how its a mans actions, not caste, that defines his status. Obviously, the dudes at the top of the social pyramid liked this not one bit. He asked those who were apparently learned scholars if they had met what they’re praising and not one could provide a view that was fresh as a grape as they offered stale raisins. For said reasons he rejected their deposit and set off on a quest and Ramakrishna pops into the lens.
At first he dissed him and said his technicolor visions were naught but hallucinations and figments of his imagination till the dude with the link stated:
“Try and view the truth from all angles“.
Which meant, in common parlance, like seeing a FourK signal when you’d been trained, well, that Two Forty P is the best it can get. Better yet, make that scene a living dream and you’ll come face to faceless with the numinous, my friend. It is quite telling that one of his favorite texts was The Imitation of Christ which suggests the Kingdom is within and the outer shell a most elegant deception… Worth considering that Vivekanandas name means “Discerning wisdom” as well as it hints at the razor sharp intellect that was eminently practical.
Life was tough for this dude as he was broke most of the time. He headed West but was dissed due to his lack of credentials and retorted what type of license the Sun needs to shine in the heavens? “What is, is. Deal with it” he said as a pair of mystical shades floated onto his countenance from the heavens… Then, as fate would have it, on the correct date of the birth of Jesus we see him make his grand entrance to the stage as he ripped the mic like rent needed to be paid and it was showtime at the Apollo. I hope you’re digging all the celestial refs, my friend. His basic message said:
“Streams are cool but they’re all interlinked and if we can spot the common, not difference, the world would be a better place”.
As you can imagine the men in the middle that profit from conflict like his sentiment not one bit. Didn’t matter though. The fuse was lit and the explosion of gnosis did hit because he expressed, so eloquent, what everyone else suspected but hadn’t voiced yet. The fame spread along with his message which was radically simple:
“Know ye not ye are a god, wearing flesh?“.
Sound familiar? What if every single Prophet (and lower case equivalent, like the man in question) was from the same place and saying the same thing but there was an interwoven evil that had its claws gripped firm on this realm? Would that make sense with why the spell “profit” is a homonym? Vivekananda wasn’t interested in myths and legends of other guys who were notarized for that and this. He wanted to taste the elixir of gnosis and thus his mission shifted to bring in the more practical aspects of gaining wisdom to the masses. Some say his presence marked the beginning of the yoga trend in the West and fascination with the Orient that the rest of Swamis would later step as they walked on the path he created by taking the steps, virgin fresh.
On the Fourth of July he deigned to die in the flesh as the land, adopted, celebrated its independence. Like Makaveli the Saint, he’d prophesied he’d go this way on an early date and thus they cremated his ashes in a sandalwood casket. Since then they’ve resurrected him in films, texts and celebrations but the oddest thing is the world, en masse, has not shifted. A strict case of light shining in the darkness and the former not comprehending the reason their back is sore is due to their head being artfully inserted in their rear end. Do you know the most amazing thing about all of this from a dude whose name you may not know in the West?
He introduced Tesla to the concepts of Prana and Akasha which translate as Energy and Mass plus the Ether that houses them is the Prime resonance that saturates the planet. Amazing, isn’t it? I view the enigmatic inventor as another prophet as many are sent but few comprehend the shadows depth. The rest of the modern equivalents you can find in your nearest loony bin as you can always tell the ones with potential to awaken by the forces arranged against them hence it is quite telling how they’d almost erased the wizards name from the record in favor of Edison and how he only recently saw a resurgence and appreciation of his brilliance. I put to you, this:
What if he had been given unfettered access to capital to use as he wished?
That means your grandparents would’ve been living like the Jetsons instead of us being on the verge of Techno Sapiens which is a whole nother barrel of fish that have been dipped in hallucinogens hence why AI images and dreams have so much in common but no one else has spoke on the links… See, Swami (like Jesus, Tesla, and Prince Gautama himself) all shone a light into the darkness and thus were highlighting the occult principles that run this realm, in secret. They did this for thee and suffered, accordingly, but it greatly saddens me to see how ineffective their whole thing is, in retrospect, as ain’t a bit changed but the astrological age as man rushes to augment himself in a realm that looks like heaven but feels like hell to one spiritually awakened…
The true mark of greatness is not what you did in the flesh but how long hence your name is recollected. Does the Sun need permission to shine in the heavens? What if that is a hint that the same force of Inner Sense dwells within and it is your natural birthright and inheritance as you incarnated into the land of ignorance with dubious forces at the helm that seem hell bent on making a killing from a few good men so they can fill their coffers instead with all the money thats fit to print?
Till we meet again
