Can you imagine you live, die, come back again and step into another version of the script you just left? This is the Deja Vu Principle in full effect and, to me, its a fate worse than death because it feels so correct. What if, overall, we’re all doing the same thing like a multicellular organism that moves on ratchets and ticks to the spec of a blind watchmakers whims who’ll accept nothing less than pure perfection but the most ironic thing is:
How can he tell?
What if thats the test? The creation on the basics is what restores his resonance ergo its a zero sum game which, with a sense of the ironic, we can only win by inserting a non into it which, once again, is the tele/microscope in full effect. I’m drifting between dimensions as I type this. I’ve lived so many lives to get to this resonance. Suddenly it all makes sense.
Imagine an atom as a family that dwells in a state of incoherence. You have the Sun, blazing, that dominates everything else and, secretly, consumes what it nourishes. The moon looks on with a practiced diffidence that hides a raging intolerance along with immense tenderness as well. Told you its a Game of three halves, my friend. Saturn sits at a distance, forced to be something he isn’t and never wished to animate but fate played the hands that were dealt a certain way. Mars is battle torn, world weary and all alone. Venus became scorched and an old Earth no one now calls a home. Nobody speaks of the silent seed that died a violent death and was ripped to shreds in front of them. Jupiter laughs at a distance as he knows what time it is whilst Mercury runs from pillar to post and back again, constantly trying to help the rest get the message…
Now lets pretend the same thing was equally tempered instead and due to this resonance we find a reverse cascade effect that restores a rent in spacetime itself which causes all to, once again, ascend into a state of coherence which grants an old blind man the youthful elixir and third eye vision he’s coveted since he lent his gifts to kids who drove it all straight to hell.
Like I said, it all makes perfect sense now. Lucky are you all that dwell in ignorance, choose not to Know the Ledge and accept the reality that they sell. For them I can see why they do it. People are easier to manage when you have ways and means of showing them that something outside of them is the problem which, in the end, is a mission, impossible, to fix. Unless you transcend… Ironically (pun intended) that is the upside of this stage of the Game as its not only the most dense and intense as Spirit dips to its lowest resonance but the rest are such mindblowingly psychedelic bliss trips that no one in their right mind would wish to dip to the exit.
There are no mistakes that matter. Except the mistake that made matter, that is. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Reality management, all of it. The need for lies and deception, the seeming wickedness. What the hell am I doing in the middle of all of this? The more I Know the Ledge the less ground manifests under my feet which means, in another realm, I’m obviously ascending my consciousness. Is this what we all should be doing or is this why the chosen choose themselves and take lifes arrows and slings to turn the coals, basic, into diamonds instead? That is one hell of an existence, isn’t it? Bit by bit, piece by piece, you increment your refinement. From atoms to cosmos and back again. All suspended in pure consciousness.
By taking something away they make you yearn for it. This goes double if they hide it from your consciousness and triple if they present illusions that then make you chase after them. From one life to the next you are sent on a bootless quest as your mind is mined for resonance in the hope that what you click will generate a new base OS for the rest who can then finally be spared the mess that currently runs in their heads. Wow. It sounds arrogant, doesn’t it? Like we’re beyond the main character syndrome into some megalomanic times infinitum in this bish! Try living it.
The future influencing the past which is, in turn, shaped by what kicks in the gift of the present moment and all of this is tacked together like a strip that was designed by Mobius using coherently collapsed waves of consciousness that fold in and bloom out in a cascaded resonance before being linked to spheres mentioned that drop and modulate the resonance as they beam their own signals in to another version, within. Atoms to cosmos, my friend aka the youniverse I said. Wow. Its mindblowing. What if I told you are exactly who you hate and if you could embrace the same you’d find your greatest strength and all you were seeking in this realm? Would you dare to take the chance or would the voice in your head rail instead as it controlled your intellect and made you do as it says. That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?
I can see why you all like this. All the chaos and mess is exactly perfect at keeping you distracted from the bigger pic because if that swam into your vision you’d see how its all a trick because the watch just tick tocks between secs but hits neither hence the Simulation Hypothesis. Thats why atoms are made of almost nothing and held together with attention, you know? The beauty of ignorance is something I have now come to comprehend after having spent lifetimes outrunning it in a quest to Know the Ledge. One day, I hope to be human. Truly, that would be an achievement. Only then I’d want to transcend it as the mindwipe never truly clicked because there will always be a splinter in my awareness which won’t let me rest and then we’re back to it again. Trying to get it right this time. So ironic, don’t you think? The spells and rites aren’t even hid hence the centered vibe…
I’m up against a machine, a force, a thing of such immense sentience that I’m wondering what it is I’m truly wrestling against as it could just be an energy with multiple layers of interpretation present aka my subconscious. That does make a lot of sense as, wherever I go, there it is. Does any of this hit your res? Why was Jungs mystery book red? Maybe if he had, by accident, picked another resonance he’d have wrote something else? When you get down to the molecular level of coherence you see there are no accidents, no coincidence and definitely no mistakes in what the blind watchmaker creates. This is, I suspect, why schizos flip, my friend. The difference between me and them is I comprehend I’m the Witness of my consciousness ergo the content is irrelevant when the context hints at the immense power of perception just like an ambigram can be whatever you wish until you flip the script or maybe how QR codes look functionally identical but are unique as fingerprints.
Trying to get it right this time. Or maybe, left. Better yet, why not both then I’d be Centered in Self. Wake up, Mr Green! Thats Mercury, by the way, which offers an amazing ref to mental health which causes many a mad man to recode his internal OS:
“Look at this. It defies logic. It is a metal and yet it isn’t solid. If I look at it I see me, reflected. You glance and the script flips. I think there is a very specific reason this element forms like this and is reputed to the messenger of the gods but also linked with mad hatters as well. The trick, I suspect, is whether or not the young Prince of the solar system comprehends the faces he thinks are staring at him are mere reflections of his subconscious. What do you think?”.
Who knew, back then, I was literally talking to my Self in what was yet to be which is so mind bendingly on the button of reality its like stepping into a parallel reality in which everyone in the realm has a face like thine but of differing resonance. That would make it Self evident but the Game is way more subtle that this but if you can apply the above logic to any tough situation you’ll find a way to defuse it from within by wholeheartedly accepting a part of you you’d been actively rejecting for who knows how many incarnations which takes us back again to atoms, cosmos and the simple fact it all takes place inside your consciousness. The secret truth of the universe is not so much being mainlined in this instant as, like a Picasso/Dali remix, the script is melting instead for I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. Really ponder the depth and you’ll comprehend how we often require permissions slips to let rip and these can come in many ways, shapes and functions ranging from what people ingest, the vibration from anothers lips of what was printed in a holy text you use as the basis of your internal OS. I don’t mean this in any way shape or form as disrespect but I’m currently face to faceless with my own personal sea of ignorance and yet I’m the same fish that used to swim in an isolated bowl of the same thing before being dropped in a river the finding a lake as I progressed which means an ocean is next before, possibly, a whole dimension. This is the power of Inner Sense, the strength of imagination and the earthshattering majesty I call me on this Path of Self discovery which gets more and more intricately simple as I up my res and with each step I have no idea about the next beyond the Truth in my chest that says:
“All you’ve got to do is handle what presents in a way that is honest and coherent in order to progress. Thats the test, not just for you but all in this realm as we’re all the watchmakers apprentice because, surprise, you’re him!”.
That makes so much sense, doesn’t it? If we weren’t ignorant, neither would he be wise in comparison and when we see with eyes three we’ll comprehend the multiplicity which goes into making reality is actually as basic as it gets. I mean, lets get practical for a sec:
Every single being, in my sketch, has a CNS which is the antenna that transceives its resonance. With me so far? Its like there is a huge radio in which we’re attuned to a certain signal which is our own personal gift from the all of everything. It, in turn, is a fractal expression of the rest in a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness but we are so used to singing that one tune, walking in an old groove that we Thunk the others tracks are strange, foreign things which causes some to yell “Death to the infidels!” as they rush to destroy and element of themselves. All of the gears and mechs are here, my friend, its the correct order thats missing hence why you are a puzzle only your Self can be fixing ergo instead of reading me wax lyrical you should be doing the Knowledge. And yet, how does one do such a thing? By dealing with what is in front of them as there will be a thread that runs, concurrent, to the past and this, unsurprisingly, is the constant from another life as well – in or beyond this realm – and the more you keep on tracing it the closer you get to enlightenment or a depot injection in your rear end. Let me put it to you in a way so exceedingly visceral that I feel it will be impossible to deny it as it all makes perfect sense with no need for abstractions or metaphysical concepts:
I’m guessing you have parents, yes? That is something we all tend to have in common at present. They met. Sperm raced to egg. Your flesh was created during nine months of genesis as the dark and light did split to start the binary encoding that currently wraps your sentience. All good so far? Cool. Now, the moment this hits that version of you is all but set in stone in terms of the genetic mix aka the hand you were dealt. When you take your first breath the rest doth condense as it could’ve been a pregnancy from hell with the life sustaining cord draped around you neck as you made your grand entrance into a realm that, evidently, said “F off. We don’t want you here“. Or it could’ve been relative bliss, smooth as silk in which a non stressed and attentive Doc welcomed you into his grip then handed your mother a berth certificate (not a spelling mistake) after her international waters had broken and, down the canal, came your vessel of consciousness into a realm that had certain modes and things, pre built. This would be totally different if, on the same planet, you were waterbirthed into darkness inside a cool tent as the medicine woman sings songs of resonance to uplift your Spirit and transfer celestial consciousness into it as you rest on the breast of your parent until you tell them you’re ready for the cord to be cut and step in.
Oh, I said we were going to keep it simple. Well, you know how I get and the point of upping your res is comparison and contrasting so you can tell that, on this stage, we’re all damaged in some way. And thats just your first breath! Here is where it gets interesting:
That version of you that came from that sperm and egg unleashed a thunderclap of sound and vision that etched its own vibration in the substrate of time itself and this sketched out the potential for greatness that will be the Choose Your Own Adventure in the flesh you manifest. Remember those books, back when? Well, life is just like this as it isn’t a box of chocolates but a Magic Eye pic instead that a blind watchmakers apprentice must comprehend displays noiZ hiding Psylense and, once you’ve heard it, things are never the same again as you see there are choices which dip on the way without resistance that most sperm and egg combinations Thunk is the only option whilst others intuitively grip at what I’ve termed the Path of Power and make wiser decisions instead. The thing is, only 8% – at present – unwrap the gift. Many of those, unwilling, and thus they’re in a state of dysfunction as a huge clown on a spring popped out of it that terrified the bejesus out of them as a deeper aspect of Self comprehends, at present, that is exactly what their consciousness is which is being crucified, daily, in the hill on their head aka the pineal which, once single, grants the blind watchmakers apprentice such vision that the other two online as well and start to comprehend they can’t trust their lying eyes in this realm as their flesh is made to take a single band of coherence and split it into that and this:
“I don’t like this color but that texture is pleasing” said the fool, incarnate. The wise realize they ref the Self same thing:
Pure consciousness. It is either whole heartedly accepted or, summarily, rejected in bits. The oddest blip is the way to this cohesiveness is gained by the “Not that, not this” effect which has caused many a scientist to throw out a wailing receptacle of consciousness as they sift through the bathwater of ignorance in the quest for wisdom. Aw shucks, I guess there really is no simply simple way of saying this. All of the mercury reflects one visage, recollect? See, when you pull that golden thread that, in the flesh, was dyed red so you may live the rest of the tapestry comes with it and that can either be seen as a travesty or emancipation, my friend. Lets keep it simple and get to the crux of the hypothesis with another not so subtle ref of your crucified consciousness, yes?
Mother Nature is, famously, the most generous miser you can get. Stop and think why a billion sperms do jet with each ejaculation then recoil as the horror sets in that each version is a life you’ve lived or are yet to manifest until you too get to a point where you think like this and recollect that all you’ve been, since the first spin, is trying to get it right, left and Centered in Self this incarnation. We are all doing this. Most are ignorant of it. Heavy is the head the wears the crown of gnosis, yes? But light is the chest that is filled with Inner Sense because if you say to a child, developing:
“You are the most important thing in this realm and, without you, nothing exists” they intuitively get this is correct as it reps their default mode of embodiment so well. This we beat, train or cajole out of them for reasons most don’t comprehend but accept, instead, on spec hence why we call being self centered a bad thing when if you aren’t at home within, standing strong, you’ll fall for anything as a house divided then conquered before being rented back in fragments by absentee landlord who forgets he isn’t a tenant but owner of said tenement. How is that for a head trip, my little watchmakers apprentice? You are either Self Constructing or Self Destructing. Neither is good or bad, on spec, but if you’re building up ignorance whilst shredding your unfinite potential well then your life will be a mess but who am I to tell? Better yet, can you? This is why discernment is the key as a dictionary contains every book that will ever be and this hints at the nature of consciousness within a fractal which is, in effect, the Rosetta stone that frees the sword which, in turn, encodes the key is resonance as its word and tone, unhid, aka noiZ and Psylense again.
So, each time you die you pop back in as another sperm links the egg ergo you’ll always look pretty much like this but one may be thin, the other a fatty instead. There is a you that is a ladies man, par excellence, or reclusive hermit that does some amazing things with the redirected energetics no longer “waisted”. A version of you could’ve been beaten, most vicious, with the ugly stick whilst another was surprisingly handsome instead which makes no sense when we look at the genetic recombination material of both parents but thats a hint the radio was playing a different song this spin but the entire set list is thee, my friend.
One of these is not like the rest:
No diss do I intend, just stating a perspect. The hint is so obvious when it clicks as, quite literally, a different version of you is dreamt into existence each time you rise from bed… “Written, directed and starring me” is the key as consciousness is king hence the crown, referenced, for we are aspects of the Prime that pre-exists, made flesh, and thus each steps in with a unique mission etched in their chest as well as their own Rolodex that indexes previous spins. And we all keep on doing this again and again and again so you can guess why I said I’m trying to get it right this time by checking whats left to get Centered in Self as I ascend, yes? Strolling up the midline, a gleaming light… In, but not of this realm.
Thank you all for your patience as I, daily, erode my ignorance. The pressures you applied, developing, have made this coal into a diamond that is ready to shine, brilliant.
Till we meet again
