This is a fairly esoteric concept and one that can be quite hard to get to grips with before doing the Knowledge but after you’ve stepped along the Path of Power for a bit it becomes Self evident that the Witness is lead on a merry dance inside your head by various influences. The transitions are generally seamless and, due to the habits of a life lived but unexamined, the state is invisible as we believe we are it and act accordingly. Like a semi sentient meat puppet. Let me give you an example:
You rise one day and nothing at all has changed in your incarnation expect the Grasper at the helm has the intent of making things happen. Not just occur but on a scale so immense that it will be world changing and people will sit up and take notice. You’d been slipping in your training usually due to the inclement chill and usually started your day off with some web scrolling but not today. “Nope, no way” says this presence in a voice that sounds suspiciously like the one to which you are accustomed as it floods your brain with images of past events where you hit the gym when you wanted to chill and the end result was a great session. So you do. On the way there you notice more people are open and communicative as they smile or nod in your direction as you offer them the same in exchange. You lift, you sweat, you feel absolutely fantastic and even through in a bit of light flirting in with a girl you’d never met who just caught your attention after you saw her admiring.
Now, lets flip to the same day but with another Grasper at the helm. You rise in bed. You feel defeated. “Its like pushing a rock uphill in oiled sandals” you lament, without saying a thing. Your body hurts, its feels heavy and aged. The face staring back at you from the mirror agrees with the statement. You already feel that sense of guilt creeping because you know you won’t work out today and move to the sofa instead where you jack in to the net as you sip your caffeinated beverage. What changed?
The Graspers of Consciousness did. Now there are, as far as I can tell, nine distinct forms of them and they all have their own temperament and inclination. Some of them may be fighting about who gets to sit at the helm whilst others may be cool with letting another lead as they hide in the backseat and mimic the voice of the GPS and throw in random directions that take you someplace else. Sometimes you rise and its you on your lonesome with no Grasping. “I don’t know what it is” you said. “I just don’t feel like myself”. That sense of emptiness and presence is so alien to most people that they simply cannot imagine life without these influences that make them run from pillar to post, day out, day in.
Its not just an out of bed thing either. These states are contagious and can be invoked via our musical choices, foods we eat, breathing, perspective and a great many other things. Lets shift back to the version of you that went training and form a comparison with the couch potato couch potatoing:
He steps back in, feeling magnificent and decides to have breakfast. At the same time he flicks on the news and finds his stocks are in a tailspin but instead of being invested in his investments he feels a really odd sense of detachment as he thinks “Meh, can’t do nothing about it now and besides it was a long term thing so either it will fix itself or it won’t. No point worrying“. Said person would write this off due to the endorphin hit of the gym which took it out of them and thus made them non reactive but it isn’t, its a Grasper of Consciousness.
In the midst of his doomscrolling the other version gets the news about the market freefall and is suddenly full of vigor and vim. The change is as intense as it is dramatic as he phones up his advisor and yells at these stupid decisions and how he never should’ve trusted him and how he’s willing to spend what remains of his savings on ruining him if his doesn’t handle this problem and make up for the shortcoming thanks to his alleged financial acumen or lack of it.
Even though these situations are fictional and exaggerated they are relatable, yes? I noticed these Grasper after I built the habit of checking in upon my state of awareness instead of just rolling with it. Then it became Self evident that they all have their flavors and intent that works like colored lenses upon something otherwise pristine and this causes the human machine to string together a chunk of past events, stored in your subconscious Rolodex, as your brain dumps the requisite neurochemicals and your consciousness shifts along with your behavior and imperience as well. I have a state I called Breadcrumbing. I invented it back when as an exercise in imagination which would allow me to sense an approximation of what someone else was feeling by matching various aspects of their embodiment and response to certain questions. In many ways this allowed the child me to feel what it was like when the older guys were tripping on hallucinogens or how to get drunk without a sip and various other things like how a chap went from laughing and joking with me to leaping up angrily and smashing someones face in as he strolled in the pub for refreshments when he was already late on a payment.
As he came and retook his seat after a swift biff of fisticuffery he ordered drinks, grumbled a bit and issued some threats to anyone else listening as a way of brand management and marketing so they kept up on their payments. Then he took a sip and said “What was I saying again?” and we continued our conversation. “Forget that, how did you do this? What made you go from chilling to seeing red at the flick of a switch?”. He pondered the question. He truly did. That is why I enjoyed talking to him as I was young and innocent and he was a grizzled veteran of the pavement at the then, to me at least, ancient age of twenty six.
“Well, I’ve never really thought about it”.
“Just pretend someone worse than him walked in and was wearing a T shirt with your face on it that says “I ain’t paying a thing, you mug. What you gonna do about it?” with a grin”.
His face darkened and he started saying out loud what was happening in his head. To my surprise it had very little to do with what was actually imagining in front of him as he was bringing up past events that made him feel either weak or insulted and then projecting them onto the current situation. At the end of this reactivation he said “Grand. Grand. Thats pretty amazing. How the hell do you think like this, kid?” he added, with a grin.
I was fascinated by this as I’d intuited, on a very rudimentary level, the presence of these Graspers of Consciousness and their influence because there were times my thought processes had taken on a totally different texture and perspective with no external prompting. Observing the state left me with more questions than answers about what the hell just happened. When I asked others they generally looked at me with stares of blankness but anyone who pounds the pavement for a living is usually quite adept at the finer aspects of psychology and mental things because that is how they butter the bread they’re eating as its all inside their heads ergo Know thy Self is practiced, if not preached, by pretty much all of them because you’re either quick or dead in that line of business. Say what you want but it takes a certain kind of intelligence and savvy to live outside of the law. Double if you make it profitable and triple if you maintain your freedom. Flash forward a month or so:
“You know, you really got me thinking, kid. See this?” he held up a bag of white pills. “These are amphetamines and they serve two purposes. One they keep me sharp and on it, second they make me super aggressive. Its like I’ve got that Grasper you said in the back seat when these beauties are in my veins so I can just call on him when I wish then let rip. Just for you I didn’t take any the other day to see what happens and it was pretty interesting”.
He went on to detail that it was going to be a quiet day as he didn’t have much to do anyway so he thought he’d chill and look inside his head because he’d found himself noticing when his Grasper of Consciousness did shift their influence upon his awareness. Thing is, on the streets nothing is predictable. Something had kicked off at one of the businesses he was protecting and he had to put an appearance in. As he was driving along he was still more concerned with his consciousness as it was in the moment than getting prepped to smash someones face in so when he turned up and hopped out the whip he surprised himself by saying “What the F would you think to accomplish by doing something so stupid in one my premises? You know who runs this. Give me fifty quid for the inconvenience and piss off before I lose my temper and do something you’ll regret”.
“I couldn’t get angry. It was nigh on impossible. It was simply too small a thing without all the other weight I’d usually throw behind it with the ‘phet. Good job I realized what was happening after I’d asked the question as I managed to get back on track and turned it into a threat. He wanted no problems but it really got me thinking. Who actually has been living my life? Me or these Graspers. Who the hell am I? Really?“.
I told him it was anyones guess but I found it really fascinating as my mind drew the links between mood and food as well as the power of a rep to make others bend to your whims even if you aren’t really bout it at the moment. His track record spoke for itself as it was filled with near instantaneous violence for the smallest transgression and this led me to ask if everyone was on something. He nodded his head in agreement.
“Everyone is. Pills, powders, potions, injections, the whole bit. Come to think of I don’t think anyone does a proper mischief without being a little off their head because those that go off, full tilt, with nothing extra added are usually a different breed of lunatic. A couple of steps below them are the space cadets who’ll do anything for a rep and don’t often maintain their freedom from the filth”.
Those type of people never get to be the top dog in the end because they’re a bit too unpredictable and careless but make great enforcers or henchmen, as I’d seen, in his acquaintances who I knew mainly in passing as only a handful of people had that spark to which I like talking as I knew they could teach me something in a conversation that was far more interesting than whatever the schools were saying with the Slave mindset programming.
“They’re also quite manipulatable as you can wind them up and set them off in someones direction and they won’t stop until they’ve got their pound of flesh and then some” he added as he went on to detail what he thought went on inside the head of one of his representatives. To some people this exchange may seem strange as I was barely in my teens and this guy was double my age and playing a totally different Game compared to a schoolkid but the one thing about criminals is they’re intelligent and they never turn down a source of inspiration as it may give them the competitive edge to stay ten steps ahead of the rest and on the pavement this can mean the difference between life and death or jail and freedom.
He got the nature of the Graspers with a quickness due to a little experimentation and observation as he was no stranger to Self. Since then I’ve developed the concept and looked into it at depth by shifting countless variables like eating absolutely nothing with only pure water to drink for an extended period with zero stimulation (wild spins on the Rolodex at first then you segue into a super calm state of Zen that eventually becomes hyperkinetic before chilling again) or consuming nothing but foods I knew that would stoke the fires within as I listened to aggressive music and low vibrational content/people to generate moods predictable as well as extended states of isolation and all other kinds of variables to see what happens to my awareness in the moment. This is why you have a lifting playlist. Its state elicitation aka preparing the way for the Graspers of Consciousness to do their thing. Knowing this allows you to control it as opposed to being a meat puppet.
The sensory deprivation experience also bought them closer into focus as did my brush with death wherein they became entirely absent as I Witnessed the entire playground they manifest in with their false borders and tints as well as, most interestingly, no access to the Rolodex filled with this particular lifetimes imperience. I didn’t even spot its absence until I till I realized I was dying and then it came flooding in, real quick, along with a whole load of other signals which cumulated in an intense panic mixed with exhilaration and a pinch of “What the hell just happened?” as I attempted to regain my equilibrium whilst I rubbed my philtrum to rejoin my flesh to consciousness, unfinite.
The most interesting thing about being born twice in one spin is that I didn’t previously have any gnosis about the point, illustrated, or how pressing it kickstarts the link to your consciousness. Nor was I aware of the movements my body was making, automatic, to resurrect me from death as I came back from beyond the Fifth Dimension after a glance at the Fourth (which was made of vinyl) which birthed the “Song of Your Soul” concept along with an immense interest in the tech that we wear to manifest this realm…
Once you get used to the range of mindbodyfull sensations that are constantly occurring you can tell which Grasper is present via the different forms of impingement or excess. We betray the truth of their presence in our language as in the pain in your neck or seeing red along with feeling blue or the green of envy. Its all wavelengths and resonance. These are the tints of which I was speaking as there is always a psychological and neuromuscular correlate and once you spot them you can map them then use the points to find or reinforce neutrality, ie identifying with the Witness who usually believes what he sees when under the influence, as its the common thread between all of them and perpetually unchanging.
Try it for your Self, see what happens because I assure you the dividends you gain from doing the Knowledge make this life a whole load more interesting because once you’ve mastered their states via Breadcrumbing you can shift from here to there as you wish because some of them flow like silk and are totally effortless (creativity) whilst others move like rusty chains that feel like they’re bound against your awareness with their metallic influence (inertia and or depression). Either way its totally fascinating and I think you should try it because what you don’t know you don’t know is from where I’m typing this missive as I strolled down memory lane to the times of back when and relay the latest evolution in the concept of the Graspers of Consciousness from its initial inception in this incarnation. Plus, the above is a really, really low res rendition akin to the difference between Two Forty P and HD as I had to keep it basic in order not to overwhelm but once you’ve spotted their presence its impossible to miss as you are now akin to a fish that was on the hook, escaped, then came back to swim and tell the rest:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
Till we meet again
