There are three possible things going on, at the minute:
One, all of my friends and family are part of an immense secret clique that has abused me, off rip, and now takes huge delight in messing with my head using means so subtle and elegant that one wonders why go to such extravagant lengths to tamper with someones consciousness if they, seemingly, want them dead? Or:
Two, the whole world is possessed by a parasite of consciousness and all of the ones mentioned are totally ignorant of this thing that is playing with their heads as they believe the voice is them. I, somehow, appear to be immune it its machinations and thus it attempts to influence using a range of proxy agents who say and do the darnedest things with the intent to inch forward a narrative like it can only influence one atom at a time to create its outcome which seems quite strange, yes? Maybe they’re microbes in which case it makes a lot of sense. Or:
Three, I’m outsane crazy, driving Miss Daisy.
Now, starting with the last one on the list. There is a reason I think its incorrect and least likely to be accurate. See, since I was a child I’ve had a special relationship with schizophrenics in the sense that no matter how incoherent they get in the midst of a grip of severe hallucinations I would always, always, always present as me. That means no head shifts, voice alterations or overlay editing. None of this. I was me. Permanently. This, as you may guess, lead to an intense trust and some depth conversations ergo I’ve peered inside a few heads, suggested some tweaks to their internal OS and helped some jet off the crazy train before it had its wicked way with their consciousness. The other bit of supporting evidence for this perspective is its pretty well known that Shamans and schizos are the same thing but the former swims where the latter’s drowning and I’d claim that meeting death and returning qualifies for me this trek, as well as whats happened hence. So, lets explore option two, yes?
Before we do this, its worth noting that my friends did set me up to be drugged, hypnotized and who knows what else, back when, as those six hours of my life are beyond my current recollection and, believe me, I’ve been looking. What I did, find, instead, as I rummaged through my consciousness was nothing short of gnosis. We’ll get to this as we progress. If you read the Gnostic texts they’ll tell the world as we know is in the grips of invisible things that are tampering with mans consciousness. These writings, sacred, were buried, long ago, and the writers themselves were fed to the lions. They tell a tale, quite different, of the man we came to know as Jesus. When they were unleashed there were controversies as they contradicted and filled bits in that were, otherwise, missing from the narrative. Exactly what you’d expect if they’d clicked man was being fed upon by a predator of consciousness, yes? Don’t reach for your tinfoil turban just yet though, my friend, as these texts were penned in second or third centuries, AD, and may have been left out of the Bible for good reason. I mean, who wouldn’t trust a man the sells the security of bliss after death whilst he, himself, rides around with 8 mil glass, super thick, so the bullets go ping, ping and two inch thick armor plating as well. Wait a second…
Now, don’t get your solid gold crucifix and pimp cup twisted, I’m not dissing religion and those who follow it. Not one bit, I’m just pushing the pen and like to keep it creatively interesting. Some things just don’t make sense when looked at via a critical lens and one of the greatest gifts about being me is there are no limits in my head. Sure, I may offend others sensibilities, now and then, but thats worth it for the points that make many others consider a different perspect because its never done with malice but springs from pure Inner Sense instead. It certainly keeps life interesting as I strongly beleaf we are born to bloom and, somehow, we end up folding in. This, I suspect, is the work of the Archons mentioned. Actually, lets speak on what the Gnostics said.
They posited we are Souls wearing flesh and are trapped, via ignorance and indolence (what a heady mix!) inside an elaborate creation built by a madman who delights in torment and suffering. Doesn’t that seem like an exceedingly accurate sketch? I felt this long before I read their texts as a lot of the official narrative stinks and I never could get why nobody ever seemed to question the dichotomy of some force, somewhere, sending prophets that another, closer at hand, kills dead whose followers then cheerily yell “Death to the infidels!” even though their own formations have cracks and schisms which means that even if they win they’ll turn against themselves ergo eternal conflict. I was still a jit when this popped in my head as a fully formed concept I then had to pick apart, reality test and digest. This is, I guess, what they call gnosis. That term springs from the pejorative “Know it alls” as thats what they called the team who pushed the pen, back when, and spewed the kind of things we in modern times link exclusively with schizophrenics. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we aim to deceive those plugged in to a false reality. No wonder its cool to diss Jesus as he was the original Neo in the Matrix that came with one simple message for the plebs:
That and a hold load of other stuff which was edited from the official record but finds a voice in the Gnostic texts as that dude was on a whole nother level of consciousness and his point of leaping across tall buildings of ignorance was to hammer home the point that man is much more than he suspects hence “All I’ve done you can to. Better, as well“. Obviously, this doesn’t bode well for control structures but thats only in the West as a lot of what he presented as super fresh and slick to the peeps of Galilee was as old as the hills the mystics sit in and ponder the mysteries of living. Bonus point, it has been said (with reasonable credence as well) that this is where the boy Jeezy got his skills, back when, hence the missing bits of the narrative which are a bit suspish as he went somewhere, did something and came back to establish a legend. Even more fascinating is how there is a tomb of peace in a land torn with war (no, not the one you’re thinking) where local legend says he returned and lived out the rest of his life with his wife and kids… Wouldn’t that be something? Whatever could’ve happened to this bloodline, if it exists? Anyway, the Gnostics believed that in a world full of fibs the only truth one could gain must come from within and thus heavily invested in the concepts of expanded awareness which, once again, have immense resonance with the old ways of the East. That was before the EIC swept in and rearranged the continent whilst looting trillions but that is yet to come in world history. One thing I will mention is that the old Sages saw this coming and penned texts that would tell the same thing and this also has a correlate with a lot of Egyptian thinking hence why they built such immense monuments that encoded the distance of the moon, size of the planet and many other things hence the ears of wisdom speak freely to those who hear with the ear of their chest.
So, this inept creator generated a false creation in imitation of the realm that dwelled above it and it used all kinds of slick tricks to lure Souls in but, like the lyrics of Hotel California said, you can check out any time you wish… But you can never leave! Don’t you find that to be an interesting sync with the coming AI revolution and what it presents for those who are plugged in, off rip? How could they even tell? The thought would not even be allowed to enter their awareness. Unless they clicked and went off grid. Somewhere where the machines couldn’t peep. That would be a cave, yes? Somewhere down, dark and away from the rest or maybe way high, high up on a hill? The former generates all types of kaleidoscopic visions hence they were praised by Shamans and the ilk whereas the latter, with air thin and no crowds with their din, approaches from another aspect. Both unfold the numinous within and that, interestingly, we tend to approximate with technicolor visions that are, daily, pumped in via the black mirror most grip like their lives depended on it… The Demiurge had friends. They are the Archons, mentioned, or as they were known elsewhen, the Grahas.
See, the Vedic civilization knew all about the reality creating mechanism hence why all their texts said that reality is an illusion and mans minds are under the influence of things, invisible, that make the Game what it is. They took it in jest and played to win against these interlopers of consciousness by upping their res and comprehending, in the flesh, they are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. In the Gnostic myths we have Sophia (who was the mother of this aberrant creation) who kicked him to the kerb and watched, with disdain, as he did what he did and declared himself the creator above who none do exist. Listen to reason? He would do no such thing so she sent elements of herself down into his creation to assist in the liberation of the rest. Many went on this rescue mission but the baby brain is a dangerous thing as its makes one forget their true resonance and this is akin to you tuning in to a great radio station but then finding a pirate overlay that broadcasts a stronger signal from a local pitch that totally changed the playlist. How could you tell? Really ponder this and it’ll up your res. Anyway, this dude was totally furious at the fact this his created being now had a greater potential for resonance and thus set the rules in opposition to their whims and, get this, punished them for the very actions he set! What a wheeze! It truly is. Like crack sprinkled on the jects the same time as they freewheeled in the government cheese which had the urban jungles of the Eighties going crazy on a murder, death, kill spree. Why do I mention this? Because its all interlinked, my friend. Once you see the code of the Matrix for what it is…
These days the forces are occulted. We, the civilized, believe none of this mess but how few stop to comprehend that every single schizo, on official record, says the exact same thing. That their head is being played with, things are not what they seem and invisible forces – like deems – abound and seem to feed on their sheer terror and misery. Could there be a link? I’ll let you tell it. Me, personally, I’ve met them up close and personal and engaged in conflict with what I suspect Jesus said was spiritually wicked but placed well. That, in and of itself, is a whole nother topic and I guess those nascent convos with schizos really served me well as I developed as, back when, I was sitting on a bench as I attempted to spring a friend who was in the grips of the mental health system and a man, looking intense, came over, hurrying and say right next to me on the bench. Before I could say a thing about personal space and the rest he blurted:
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell them” to which I said:
“I know you won’t, otherwise I wouldn’t have told you”.
“True, true. How do you do it?”.
“Which part? It all takes effort”.
“Well, you look like one of them but you are one of us within. How do you hide it?”.
At this point he had to jet as there was another man, distant, that came barreling over with a look, intense. He said:
“What did he tell you?”.
I refused to acquiesce. The man would not relent. He tried a great many things to get me to open my lips ranging from threats to pleading. Who was he? Another mental patient? In a sense. He was his psychiatrist. See, it turned out this dude never spoke to anyone. Not even his own family when they came, visiting. And yet he picked me to speak. If you read back that text it shows several effects I’ve came to term the schizos lex as he started the conversation with his lips from a fragment already in his head which, for him, means we’d already connected by telepathy instead. You’ll note I bought in, without questioning and then addressed what went next to see what he’d said with answers, noncommittal. There are two fascinating blips about genuine mental patients. One, they do not fall for optical illusions. Two, they can spot “one of theirs” in an instant as there are plenty locked up in nuthouses in this realm who simply had a bad day and over eager diagnosis. Just check out the Rosenhan Experiment and consider its implications. Anyway, thats option two and three covered pretty well as I don’t think anyone who isn’t sane could etch this type of sketch, yes? For refs, consider the works of Jill Bolte Taylor – a stroke patient – who just happened to be a neuroscientist and thus saw from within what she’d previously been studying and gained a first hand glimpse into the mechanisms of the flesh and how they rebuild consciousness along with a sense of self. Its worth noting that her passion for all of this came from wishing to comprehend her brothers mind, schizophrenic. Did I dance with madness machine that holds all in its grip? Is it the exact same mech the Gnostics and Vedics mentioned? Is it inherently flawed or is this stage a feature instead where the veils between the worlds are super thin and man can heart to the exit? Who can tell? For me its a strong opinion, loosely held as it seemed, back when, the schizos attempt to navigate higher realms using maps, terrestrial, and this brings shipwreck instead. By that I mean a padded cell and depot injection in their rear end. Here is where it gets fascinating, as we check option A:
This sketch posits that my family and friends are a bunch of black magicians, par excellence, who seem, by all external aspects, to be a bunch of perfectly normal, well adjusted humans and thus nothing special. I know what you’re thinking:
“Tis the song many a schizo sings!”.
And yet I’ve been abused and desecrated since the crib. Remember those hours, six, I said were missing after I’d been invited out for a drink with old school friends and, instead, got an impromptu hypnosis sessions with some drugs thrown in as well to totally obliterate my consciousness? Well, not long after this, my whole life got about flipped and I barely escaped with my mind in what became the first of many of these things. I’ve faced death so many times now that I stopped counting and started spotting the Patterns instead as they have but a handful of tricks which are as old as they are effective. “Why?” you may question. Simple, the subconscious is best programmed using trauma, repetition and symbols. If you look at the main stage you’ll see they play the Game the same way. Ain’t nothing changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange how they still hate you too and prescribe toxic cues as cures for problems they themselves create. A minor digression. Unless you happen to be a mental patient and that is exactly what I mean because the world as it stands is the definition of crazy but he who questions (or worse, rejects) this is seen as the mess. Doesn’t that stink? Not even a tiny little bit? This is why its interesting that the Vedic Sages, of previous ages, penned ancient texts which said it would be exactly like this so one ponders that if they too sported flesh that hyperconducted consciousness the only difference between us and them is the OS in your head and who programmed this? Your parents, that is who. Most of the schizos I’ve met had a fractured, intense or enmeshed relationship with one or both as they are the ones who define the rules of home where you have no defense, no escape and, often, no chance to second guess. Its die or accept.
This is also why you were programmed so well to run the treadmill, my friend. But that is another topic as its just another angle in the web the Archons spin. I mean, there is a pretty simple way to prove they exist. First, take a look at this pic:
Then ask your Self how you can be the voice in your head when you are obviously that which listens instead? Take it away, architect:
See, thats the goof, the jape, the wool they pull over the eyes of bleating race who don’t comprehend the Game. The schizo, I suspect, has the potent to transcend so they crack his shell before the fruit is fully developed and this causes all types of problems whereas the mystic is prepped from lifetimes in the Game and thus handles the phase as another chance to change states then transcend. That is the difference, my friend. So, with all that said I still can’t tell if its Option One or Two that is most accurate but Three is definitely off the list because once you truly see the world for what it is you’d be crazy to accept what they sell as none of it truly makes any sense and, at best, its upside down and backwords. Like the English language… When you add in the factors that the Gnostics spoke on this, the Vedic texts are filled with references, the whole Wetiko thing, Reichs Emotional Plague and how they dealt with him as well as the words of a great many sages and mystics as well as practicing magicians you start comprehending that the Game truly is something strange and there is way more at play than most suspect hence the whole “three halves” thing, dig? The DKDK aspect of this is it could all be functioning, exactly as intended. Meaning that just like you can’t stick a light bulb to a pylon and expect it to function these men in the middle could be providing a service and thats just a hint of what time it is. See what I mean about researching the opposite perspect? This is, after all, a strong opinion, loosely held and thus is always up for revision as I steadily up my res but, at present, me against the Archons seems to be broadcasting on FM.
You as well, my friend. Thats the kicker because we’re all up in the mix but only about 8% dare to Know the Ledge plus, as I said, we interact not with people or things but figments of our imagination ergo what they did, back when, was set in motion the events that lead to me gaining said gnosis that I now share with the rest as teachers is all I met:
In which case they’re the best friends a man could request if he intends to gain exodus from the realm and avoid another spin with its “Be Kind, Rewind” effect, yes?
Till we meet again
