The kaleidoscope of consciousness is what we’re within but, for most, seeing the whole thing is nigh on impossible because we are both the pattern and reflection, viewer and spectacle and the difference between both is as subtle as your in and exhale. Did you know that, once upon a when, the people who lived on this planet expounded two breaths per minute? Don’t ask for a ref of how I know this but, if you insist, then check this article for a thought imperiment as the environment was so different that, to them, we’d seem like a devolved form of being that was missing an intrinsic connection with the all of everything. To us they may seem quite simplistic, lacking in guile and much like children and that would truly be accurate because the babe in arms of this age is the same resonance as back then. Its what happens next that changes the script as the Game did sink to a lower level of awareness but then, as I was thinking recently, there are some things we can do in this state that were impossible for them. Tech is a common example but there are other innovations as well ergo its a horses for courses thing which hints the processing power of the sim is limited, in some respects, which is why I’ve said expect depop till Twenty One kicks in and the herd, thinned, will now be far more beautiful and intelligent due to the weeding out of specimens, undesirable. Thats by the by but I mention as its seen in the kaleidoscope of consciousness for one with that third eye vision, blazing.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m raging against as the upswing via the arms of tech that bring back faculties long suppressed is inevitable and, in the end, who wouldn’t mind being a mindhacker in the midst of the Matrix as the world is populated with Techno Sapiens who interface with tech using their natural awareness? A part of me suspects I’ve already lived that life as I can feel it, really well. Just like the other in the neon jungle where the sun never set and everything was balanced well. In that respect its only fitting that I bow out from your realm at its lowest ebb and sprinkle some gnosis on my way to the exit to help assist the rest gain some wavelength in ascent…
The kaleidoscope of consciousness is a fractal that reflects back the viewer and viewing with a view that is distinctly personal and perfectly tailored to them. A great way of sharing this is asking if you’ve ever went to live with a family for an extended period? I’m not talking about a bit here or there as most folks manage to reign it in. No, I’m talking till they’re real comfortable and the mask doth slip and you see how they truly live? If you have you’ll nod your head because there were certain blips and ways of doing things that were how they handled biz and this little family traditions went from one gen to the next. Couples who got married without first together living (or going on vacation) often note the other does things that fills them with intense emotion for reasons they can’t place or truly fathom. It can be some little thing like how they eat their toast or the need for both shoes to face the same direction when removed at the entrance or any other kinda blip. Whatever it is, it grinds their gears and often causes consternation as the other wouldn’t dream of changing it and can’t see why its a problem. Thats the kaleidoscope of consciousness, doing what it does best. The wise among will have clicked I’m speaking on the reality tunnel but from a higher res and they would be correct as that can be equated to the torus field which spins through this stream of information whilst the external and internal motions represented by the reflection and its viewing (which changes, by participation) are it at a greater ref. Turtles all the way, eh?
This is why twins may sport the same shells and could have nigh on identical inner realms and preferences but there is always, always, always a difference that, once you get to know them, highlights an immense shift in their way of doing things. Its also why one of them is usually dominant and the other submits instead as well as that curious glitch that is wonderful when beheld that I call the Twin Moment. This is where they both do exactly the same thing in the same instance due to external events with no prompting. You may say something and they look over, with a glimpse and wink, simultaneous, to show they’re with it or you hit em with a question and both rub their upper lip at the exact same moment. The list is, literally, endless as they bought proof positive that the kaleidoscope of consciousness wasn’t the mere ramblings of a wannabe explorer of consciousness but an actual, factual thing which has its own effect. This same link can be seen between a mother and child, breastfed, who can sense when there is a problem as the ether tells them. Philip K Dick is a great example of this because, even though he was a man, he had more than a few encounters with this thing that flips and twists and I, personally, believe he surfed it real well to sketch out the future we’re about to live in worlds of fiction. Its worth noting that he was, too, born a twin but his sis died within six weeks of incarnating which affected him deeply as he revisited this theme again and again in his writings. Look at his claims, read the texts, check the box office flicks and common links and you’ll note said trends he pushed with his pen that now are closer to fact than things of imagination… Tis a powerful place, pretend, or, if you uncontract it it spells:
Amazing, yes? Expect nothing less from a nation of magicians under the influence of spell that divides them from within and renders them dual in the process:
Its a kind of magick! Truly, it is… If only you could comprehend the shadows depth and talk without lips, listen with no ears and feel in your chest my innate Inner Sense. Then we’d be back in the neon forest where the sun never sets… Where was I? No, better yet, where am I? Oh yes, thats correct. I was penning a sketch about the the kaleidoscope of consciousness. It spins in two directions at the same instance. If you pay attention to one it gets more and more microscopic whereas the other is a telescope instead. In the mid? Grist for the mill aka your awareness. This is, I suspect, from whence the tales and legends of giants and tiny realms did spring because, I guess, back when, people were actually navigating this before it was franchised into a smaller version that dwells in their heads. Explains the sense of being stared at, real well, yes? Same with precognition and retrocausality as well because we’re suspended in this but its as invisible as water to a fish. To all expect the mystic, madman and poet it seems for the latter pushes the pen in ode to its magnificence whilst the former swims, with ease, in its hypnotic seas of rapturous melodies whilst he in the mid is stuck, up a creek and padding, whilst trying to use an earthbound GPS to navigate another realm. “Quick, to the mental asylum!” they said as they were scared he’d break the illusion for the rest, plugged in. Haven’t you ever wondered why, since the advent of forced internment in your local camp of concentration was made standard, we haven’t seemed to really progress or invent a thing and why this curious link between accessing the kaleidoscope, direct, and tech seems to have caused nothing but retreads and reboots in the fields, creative? Could there be some type of synthesis with the black mirror effect and the hex that spins on the poles of Saturn of which its a correlate? I’ll let you tell it…
The kaleidoscope of consciousness seems to be fixed, in the sense that it is what it is. What I mean by this is I asked a kid, back when, what would happen if I scooped out the insides of his best friend and put that exact same resonance in the shell of one he detests. To say he was confused would be an understatement but, for one schooled in the ways of the kaleidoscope, it made perfect sense hence why I said that you’ve never met a stranger and never will. Everyone we link on this incarnation is someone we previously interacted with so if someone does you solid, thank them and be grateful and if, on the flip, they try to kill you dead then also do the same as you’re simply balancing the scales as all that can exit from the other end of this process is the same that stepped in hence the thing about camels and needles, back when. To escape you must be totally detached as anything else signals to the simulation you want to be reskinned and plugged in (with a free mindwipe thrown in). So generous! The amazing thing about all of this is that, like riding a bike, never one forgets so the fact that you are here, one point five K words in, means that this concept is now in your head so if you move it to your chest you may die, be born again and be sitting there in class, bored, watching the sun reflect off the window then you remember the kaleidoscope of consciousness and life will never be the same again… Each one, teach one is the mindset hence why “do the Knowledge, my friend” is the song I sing as I skip to the exit in my last spin in this realm.
So, that means that Hitler was inevitable and, one day, you could be him. If you wish. We’re all playing parts in that respect but, on this level especially, the performance is so convincing that if a boy asks his schoolfriend to even imagine his interaction in dealing with one set of internals in another outer shell of an Opponent you could watch his gears jamming up as he just couldn’t comprehend the topic. Who knows? Maybe if I were born in the days of such gender fluidity and ease my peers would click as the kaleidoscope of consciousness may be the same old rainbow road of myth that, like Mario Kart says, has no limits at the edge and thus can only be navigated with skill as it reps the final challenge and ascent out of this realm as you transcend your personal tunnel and leave reality to the plebs and however they define it. Let me introduce to the Jim twins as their lives are sure to throw a monkey wrench into what you think you Thunk about everything:
Ohio, Nineteen Forty. A boy is born. And another, identical. They are split and adopted by two sets of parents that, for some reason, decide to name both of them “Jim”. Remember, Slaves weave the spell of “coincidence” and thus prevent all gnosis from entering their reality tunnel whereas the Warrior chooses, instead, to “go in, see dense“. Keep this in mind as we progress, yes? Both grew to become employed in the field of law enforcement – one as a sheriff, the other, security guarding. Both enjoyed woodworking and a skill for mechanical drawing they frequently indulged in. Both were twice married. Each picked a Linda for the first spin and, when this didn’t work, they found another named Betty to get hitched. Interesting, eh? They named their sons James Alan and both had dogs called Toy as well. An interesting glitch in the Matrix that involves them, indirect, is how both of their adoptive families took them on vacation to the same beach in Florida but the times were different. Curious, isn’t it?
That should be enough to get one pondering about the true nature of all of this Game, as I’ve said, where one inserts their Soul as a credit to wear the flesh for each spin but the hits just keep coming:
Both disliked spelling and found they excelled in maths whilst schooling, both drove Chevrolets and both were exceedingly keen on smoking. They had grown up less than fifty miles from each other but never met until one queried the court records thanks to a nudge from his adoptive parents. Here they discovered that both manifested tension headaches, bit their nails to the quick, and like the same brands of beer and cigarettes. Can you imagine this conversation and how one casually slipped a ref to the beach they went to as a kid and had the other nod his head? Its worth noting that one liked talking to share his feelings by talking whilst the other preferred pushing a pen, indirect, and this links in, real well, with what I said about one dominating whilst the other follows instead…
Now, one can attempt to debunk a lot of this and state things like “Certain media influences and socio economic factors mean that they were preselected to pick a specific drink, vehicle or type of cigarette and we can compare this metric with the average along with common names and the potential for syncs ergo I reject your hypothesis” as they sling the twin babies, wailing, out with the bathwater of their ignorance. You aren’t one of them, yes? Otherwise you wouldn’t still be reading and wondering what the hell kicks as the above is a pretty weird sketch that, nonetheless, two Souls lived… An interesting glitch is when they met and were tested both were asked, separately, to draw something and it was, you guessed it, identical. Twin studies are fascinating and we spot amazing trends, again and again, like having children on the same day as their sibling or, when meeting, discovering they both wore seven rings, three bracelets and a watch, ticking, and named their sons Andrew Richard and Richard Andrew whilst daughters sported Karen Louise and a Catherine Louise variation.
The Jim twins are, by far, the most spectacular example and highlight, real well, what I mean by the kaleidoscope of consciousness and potential reality tunnels therein as it explains, real well, how said syncs are possible whilst also accounting for the ever ephemeral “free will” which actually isn’t. But thats a deeper topic and we’re Knowing the Ledge about twins and their kaleidoscope of consciousness at the moment so we’ll save that for some place else…
To talk some further sass on top of what these boys to men did live I’d request you consider the real life tale of reincarnation in which a man, most disagreeable, was murdered, then popped up in a nearby village with a reskin (but no mindwipe) and told his parents he was a rich criminal that was killed and came to claim revenge by manifesting as their kid. What would you do, in this situation? Turns out he was correct and he got his assailants clinked whilst knowing all kinds of things about the man he was on last spin. More to heaven and earth, my friend. Just like that place is South America where “Herr Doktor” landed after being paperclipped and, what do you know, they started churning out loads of blonde haired, blued eyed twins, real quick.
Thats why its vital one Knows the Ledge because, just like the kaleidoscope spins, the tunnel you dig is etched within it as is the script of the character you’re playing and the rest hence why I’ve said, time and again, that the Game of Souls has you, my friend for if you are solely invested, with unshakeable confidence, that you are John of House Smith and the rest of the story that is etched in your head then you’re a Slave till the end but if you’ve ever, even for a moment, suspected that there may be more to all of this than stated in any official curriculum then, congratulations, you just may be capable of awakening the Warrior within and that would be quite great as then you can prove or dis my own theories by making the Path by walking and comparing notes from your trip because if one man says said thing exists it could be a delusion but if others, impartial, report the same thing then we may just be onto something and this, once again, links back in to the collective unconscious, the archetypal realm, the verdant fields of myth and golden ages all races recollect as, before the reality tunnel, personal, there was the kaleidoscope of consciousness…
That, in and of itself, is a hint because the reason why twins manifest those curious blips and syncs of doing the same thing but with differing flesh and lives is because they are two Spirits connected to one Soul aka variations on a script. Walk this forward a few steps, pause and reflect then the conclusion which drips into your consciousness is staggering in its implications but, to me, makes a load of sense hence the Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
