One of the most amazing things about my life is how putting one foot in front of the next to create the Path you make by walking has led, inexorably, to the present moment in which all of what worked to get me here does not match the new terrain of the Game in a whole nother octave. This is why I said that, like Jon Snow, I know nothing, as I felt the shift back when and now its Self evident we’re playing at a higher level and the res is immense. If you were in a room that was totally dark you’d see nothing. Same in one that is ultra bright as well. In many ways these two binary poles keep something so obvious hid that its nigh on impossible to comprehend the true nature of the illusion without a bit of distance:
You are the constant. You are the still point. You are that which exists and, by the power of the Witness, makes the rest possible.
This can be akin to a straight line in Tetris moment as you take a quantum leap in involution or another way of seeing it is what I mentioned about schizos trying to navigate Neptune with a GPS map of Earth, not happening. The situation shifts and your insight needs revision based on the new dataset pouring in. This is the true reason why people are scared of change as they spent decades getting fixed in their ways, hate it but are terrified of the flip and implications therein. Life, whatever it is, is super duper strange, isn’t it?
The Path of Power becomes the Way of Wisdom and this was impressed upon your awareness with every vids opening as the right fist symbolizes power, the will to act, do and become hence its clenched to intimate the temperament of strength and intent of making it happen. You’ll notice its met by an open palm as well. This represents wisdom or the gnosis of correct application of said force to create the optimal coherence. This union of opposites in perfect resonance generates a state of balance I’ve termed Centered in Self hence the bowed head as one recollects the outer divine reflects the one within and thus its met with humility and forbearance in order to learn its lessons. This is modesty, manifest.
Back when I started this the above was not in my awareness with the current level of res as it was something I’d collected from my martial arts training and during the development of said skills we tended not to touch others in order to learn regulation of subtle energy fields and it really spoke to me as I don’t press palms easily with anyone these rays. Back then the Path was new and I knew not what to do as I walked into a dark room of ignorance from the overwhelming shine of “What it is”. When my vision adjusted I realized what I said about balance and the art of projection and thus the whole scene leapt to another octave. That was a while ago and during this time of tribulation and such things I developed skills and insight the old me would find so amazing but, now, are just standard equipment as its what was needed on the trek. Then I began to sense things had shifted again as it genuinely felt like being able to read the code of the Matrix in everyday things and this, let me tell, was a trip as it reminded me of back when as other timelines leaked in and I had to sift between the one I live and alternate versions. That was mind bending, initially, but now its as simple as can be which shows, perfectly, what I mean about consciousness taking the shape of whatever it stays within ergo the only limits that exist are the ones you accept, my friend.
We now stand on the borderlands of the Way of Wisdom and this is whats got me thinking, again, with the same level of confusion I felt, back when, after having survived my brush with death and realizing that life would never be the same in respect to my grade of ignorance as there was evidently much more to this and thus I need to play with the intent of winning as I started upping my res and using retrospect to look ahead to see what cues and clues were present that could’ve been processed different. This way of being is radically different to what most people believe is functioning correctly and now, once again, I’m climbing a fresh precipice and the old pic shifts in perspective which makes me feel like Neo left the Matrix only to click that Morpheus and the rest had been tricked into running a different sort of treadmill that was designed to appeal to them and keep true freedom hid. As you can probably guess this perspect would be as unpopular with the denizens of red pill land as the former gnosis was to the blues they just left. I call it the gold pill and its why, I guess, I wrote the passage about spiritual development being a solo type of thing as there is genuinely no way to F with the ineffable than up close and personal so, once again, I’m wondering why push the pen because the adage of those who Know not saying a thing feels more and more Self evident as I process the res.
And yet, I can’t help but wondering that if each adept kept what they’d gained hidden within then isn’t that a disservice to the rest who may not only be cable of comprehending but also transcending your own innovation? Can good intentions translate well in times of mass ignorance? Did the ones who did this to me know I’d live to see what I did after they hand delivered death, sealed with a kiss, or was I not supposed to make it this far on my trek? In the end its irrelevant as they are nothing more or less than projections of my current level of resonance and that means spiritual inheritance of not only this bloodline and its vibe but past lives and other things which, to many, would make zero sense but to me, at present, announce in silence that everything is in perfect balance. For one who has lived a life of stress and death threats since incep thats a pretty wild statement, yes? But, in order to shine as the diamond it is, the coal must relinquish its grip the ignorance that presents as the soft, tenderness of being comfortably numbed into a false resonance accepted by the rest who are ignorant of the fact they’re alchemists. In many ways I feel like a plaything of the gods or a battle of devils to see who next gets to prod me with a fork and claim I’m done as they take what was left undone and stack those energetics into their bundle. The Slave on his treadmill would not even comprehend this. The Path of Power would rail against it and attempt attacks to defend their position against those who’d trespass against. I can’t, yet, say what the Way of Wisdom will beget but I’d guess it manifests with the fluid effortlessness of water that flows without resistance and yet overcomes everything. All of this hints that there is another chamber, still waiting, and it could be the Home of Humility as it not only fits the rhyme scheme and outlined greeting but makes perfect sense, evolutionarily. Dig:
The PoP reps the fire element, straight up masculine Yang which forges straight ahead like a man with a hammer in his grip that nails whatever presents. It is powerful, direct and a tad brutish but, when faced with death, its the burning heart that keeps on beating in the darkness that engulfs it. The WoW, on the flip, is akin to water, as mentioned, and thus it does nothing but naught is undone as well as it finds its own balance via the least amount of effort via developing a listening awareness. Yin. Now I get why I asked, often, if you can hear the Psylense as that was a hint for me as well as thee about the next octave, yes? Sometimes I glance over old articles as I add in these hyperlinks and am amazed at the resonance of what has been unfolding and how what, to me, seemed random words I’d sling, later on, became part of a Pattern that hinted at greater things. Truly I am honored to be able to Witness this level of res in the flesh as so much about a lot of what I’ve lived now makes much more sense and this, itself, hints that the two elements, when combined, become steam instead and this links in, perfect, with what I said about the matter with Spirit and this, my friend, is how mainlining the secret truth of the universe feels but these words are second hand and could be ducktales hence prove me incorrect is the song I sing as you should take your own steps, set your own mark and enforce it then transgress your own limits as rules can fool by obscuring the view by hiding inside that which you may attempt to deny or decry and its this emotional voltage which is the hint that there is yet more to sift as you alchemize the gift of being presently correct in a perfectly imperfect simulation of the real thing that seems so convincing we label the ones who click as schizophrenic as they find themselves on Neptune and try to make their way home again using familiar landscapes that don’t exist outside of what they project as the local denizens torment them for making a mess of their modes and ways of being but, in the end, are only attempting to help but they don’t speak the language and thus misinterpret them pointing at the pains they’re carrying as them inflicting them when, in reality, its the opposite.
Maybe you get it, maybe you don’t. I’m still shifting to a new res so what I’ve said may be quite different to what kicked in previous messages but it now makes sense why I said the Warrior hates not (as thats a waste of energetics) but learns instead and thus gets aheart of the rest who don’t comprehend they’re the only Soul in the realm. That means that any demons of the minds or Archonic influence simply dwell within the depths and thus I was set, back when, on a quest for gnosis which refines like an alchemist has the base, pumping, became a golden elixir instead. What a gift. What a gift! Stop and think:
We have a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance and its filled to the gills with an intricate, interdependent ecosystem with everything attuned, perfect, but, in the end, all of this is suspended within your imagination hence creativity being not of this realm and why intuition drops in fully formed and instant but can take ages to decode and comprehend. This hints that its a Game of three halves, yes? Not only this but there are billions, well adjusted, playing an immense rendition of Simon Says and firmly believe its as real as it gets for they thoroughly invest in the narrative and, for some reason, I’m the one that was picked out of the mix to kick the ballistics to the rest that hopefully inspires them to Know the Ledge and up their res. Either way you look at it, its intricate and fabulous yet simple and horrific as well. Betwixt these polar opposites is the zero point around which all spins – in this world, the next or any you can imagine – that I’ve termed the Prime, pre-existing aka the Psylense that manifests as pure consciousness and we all are it.
Till we meet again
