Having something you’ve long suspected confirmed at a time when you have no other options than reconnect with those you now know want you dead really must top the list in my life strangest things I’ve Witnessed compilation. So, I was born into a family of black magicians. There appears to be a long and (un)healthy tradition for this in which, ala Rumplestiltskin, my Soul had been wagered before I’d even stepped in. That is too much of a topic to broach at this point in the conversation but, comprehend, this goes back generations and I’m simply the manifestation that didn’t acquiesce. I am starting to wonder if the reason for beaming in at this stage was either due to the resonance or, more likely, the damage they could beget from having access from the crib and onwards.
I mean, lets pretend you’re pregnant and every now and then you hold your breath for as long as you can whilst hyperventilating the next before sliding back in to the regular routine. What about thinking really bad things of events, traumatic, whilst singing happily as well as the flip? As you can probably guess there is a reason why I’ve said that all schizos have a problem with their parents, especially those of the fairer sex. Actually, take a look at Steve Jobs life for an example of this as he was born to a woman that was scared to hug him and create emotional links in case he was taken away which hints, real well, with the man who’d go on to sell an apple, once bit, to the rest and make the world what it is, yes? His death, especially, offers a lot more answers about this and various influences beyond this realm.
I have always been slightly paranoid. I prefer the term “foreward thinking” or being open to new vistas of perception as I always had to look beyond the surface as a means of survival. That and the abuse and trauma imprints meant that trust was rather thin and this delicate resource was then further impacted by various forms of betrayal that left my life in the balance, as detailed. It really is pretty outsane to think your entire fam is part of a clique that is connected to a higher realm and each one cannot wait to punch your ticket and claim your death as their win. And yet, that is how it is. Now, if you say this too loud then them boys will label you a schizo in need of meds but the oddest part is, way before my realization about the script, was that various nutters (in and out of asylums) confided similar visions:
“They are a bunch of demons. They can hide it pretty well but I see the mask slip. Especially when they hurt me as its like a high hits them and they can’t help but grin as they feed off my suffering“.
Pretty vivid, yes? This was way before the term narcissist was in common rotation and “energy vampire“? Pfft, forget about it. And yet, they hit the nail on the head as I’d listen to what they said, ask my questions and try and imagine how it felt to live what they lived little realizing this was an immense hint about what truly kicked in the madness I was raised in. See, thats the problem. Like water and fish its invisible and it was only after totally disconnecting this became Self evident but that was only because a new team of playas was rushed in to do what they did best:
Upset my equilibrium, keep the trauma programming trundling and generally make me feel stressed or uncomfortable in as many ways as they can imagine. That was the tell, in many ways, as when you see the same behavior you knew in another replicated, pixel perfect, it makes one start wondering. The past twelve months with its trail of shell casings that led to the revelations in which I told the world many things I’d never spoken to anyone else is what prepped this text because, if I’d had my way, I never would’ve said a thing about the inner workings. Quite content to share my observations about this funfair in the flesh but a swift trip west to meet the fam I’d never connected with laid bare the inner workings of this coven as it became Self evident they had planned to send me back in a coffin. But, that didn’t happen. Except now I was homeless with empty pockets and a level of stress so immense that it made all the past events seem like baby steps.
I know who this team is and their intent. I know that my presence in the flesh makes some with the connect toss and turn in their beds as others pace their offices because if it takes so many, so long to oppress my awareness then who the heck must I be and what of my true strength? The irony is that, left to my own devices, I never would have had to look within and develop the level of awareness needed to play the Game at this level. That is why I’ve said, my friend, that the poison and cure grow alongside in this realm hence why its vital to do the Knowledge. For those unaware, black magick is this:
When you take a human beings energy field and reverse a part of its spin it becomes negative, or a “Dark Soul“. Narcissistic psychopath if you will. This is the true magician as this blip allows them access and influence to those around them via the use of undead spirits and such things. Now, this may sound fantastical but thats only because those who had gnosis of this, back when, were burnt at the stake and called a witch so the ones doing it could log their rites and spells which, in turn, were used to bring them power and influence. Its a tradition that stretches back to the days of Solomon, Djinns and all types of rituals designed to lure and control them. Think of it like cheat codes in the simulation. The price to play? Your Soul, my friend. Its like trading your own awareness for someone elses that is heavily linked and invested with a powerful algorithm. “Many from one” or so they say. And then there is me that persists to resist and won’t bend the knee, wants nothing to do with them and yet is, somehow, capable of perceiving the length and breadth of this dimensional thing which is what I suspect makes them stress because if I can break their spells then you can as well hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Once you have this skill you can do some pretty spiffing things to pimp anothers awareness in ways that seem not only subtle but ridiculous, if mentioned, as the rest are unaware of the stitch of resonance that tricks ones consciousness ergo its negative manifestation at best. What, you thought all of Club Twenty Seven met a natural end? They were murdered. Ritual sacrificial, hence the resonance.
What if, in a previous spin, I gained enlightenment and thought “Wow, thats pretty amazing but devious. The rest really don’t stand a chance in hell of sussing this in the flesh so plug me in again, gents, I can handle the mindwipe now my diamond body is correct and I’ll handle my biz” aka “I wish I could play that Game again“. Little did I guess that this intent meant you’d reconnect into a line infiltrated by their Agents who, one gen after the next, married in to ensure that when you manifested you were surrounded by them. Thats pretty wild, isn’t it? It also makes sense why I’m the last one left as the all of the men in my line are dead and, most interestingly, when you trace this tribe back it spawned such things like mystics, rebels and revolutionaries which makes sense as a lot of that is what makes me, me. They fought the same beast. Think Brandon and Bruce Lee to envision, perfectly.
This is the point where things get thick because its obvious from the amount of pressure they’ve overlaid in the past months, six, that something has to give and now they’re moving from all angles as I’m back under the wing due to a whole load of devious tricks and occult influence and it makes me wonder what to expect. Interestingly, I’m quite calm in the face of this and that is quite amusing as well as the fact I’ve clicked what I feel is a very accurate image of their role in this realm and why they want me dead as well as the force that keeps them in check hence, may the truth protect me, everywhen. They are, in the end, liars and wordsmiths that specialize in deception thanks to that negative spin which allows them to influence the mind and energetics of their Victim in ways, most subtle. See, they pimp the causal realm and just wait for the effects to manifest which is something I’ve been reverse engineering at depth since I often ended up on the short end of the stick but now it makes sense because the greatest power you possess is attention and imagination so they’re creating a form of reverse manifestation, I guess. It works with these steps:
They introduce a concept, wait for a stress reaction, back this with the energetics of something you actually enjoy and then wait to see what happens. For example, lets say they scare you to death about some type of problem and know you like a series and have linked the show you prefer, in your subconscious, with the outcome they wish. Can you see how slick and wicked this is? How about the fact that you can then use this motivation to slay your coping mechs, dead, by bringing them into stark relief instead as you notice the program starts to melt when you aren’t feeding it and that makes you go further and further into your subconscious as you start unearthing all types of things… Its this, where I’m at now, that I think makes them sweat as I wasn’t supposed to make it but the amazing thing about the causal plane is that it can change the Game in ways most cannot imagine. I mean, lets pretend your awareness was linked into a Rolodex which categorized all events a red, yellow or green in the sense that the first makes you stop, frozen, the second is a cautious edge and the last is go, go, go with no Fs given. This is what they were rejigging via the traumatized child within with retrocasual resonance as we, in the end, are the same thing. So, they attack him again, then, to influence my actions now, in the present, but all of this ends, quick, when me and he are linked, no longer fragmented. As a coherent Soul the Game can be flipped and this, in many ways, is ironic as all of my life I’d been seeking the answer to the question of why grown ups were like this and it turns out its not just the ones surrounding but the entire realm that is sick as this parasite of consciousness has a grip on their minds as well and you, reading, just had a milder version of what I’d get so, in effect, they are what made me awaken by trying to sling me in the deep end with a brick around my neck.
Wild, isn’t it? How many schizos are medicated against their will as they were not as eloquent, well read or able to put together the pieces but, like I said, I’ve beaten this Game before and came back to tell the rest they’re actually dead and in Hell which may sound ludicrous but thats only because you’ve accepted the programming they poured into your head, back when, whereas I rebelled, introspected and reality tested at every chance I’d get. In many ways this feels like enforced enlightenment, as I said, because there are the quick and the dead, in that respect because the main difference between a mad man and mystic are that the former comprehends it all dwells within his awareness whereas the latter thinks there is an “out there” and its hostile to him. Basically, these are the dangers of deprogramming, in full effect. Let me give you a visceral example as art is a lie that tells the truth, yes?
In the movie Matrix you seen how the Agents could manifest anywhere they detected a threat by commandeering the presence of one “plugged in” (aka fully believe they are human and this world is not a construction). That happens all the time. The proof? Simple:
“I don’t know what came over him?”.
“She was like a completely different person!”.
Get it? The milder version of the Agent effect is the voice in your head as you aren’t it, my friend, but that which listens. This is what the schizo initially clicks so it sends for reinforcements and we all know how that went, yes? The mystic, on the flip, ponders that this spectral influence that imitates his presence is, in effect, a parasite of consciousness and sets to reality testing and silencing their mind by various techniques and such things. These, after my NDE, onlined, real quick, as I suddenly remembered loads of methods of handling my energetics that I’d obviously mastered in a previous spin. Then things started to make sense but with each increase in res the attacks got more intense and now, as I type this, I’ve just survived another blitz and sent my own response as well ergo I thought its a decent time to document this on the web as testament as I’ve dodged death so many times in this spin I’m quite certain I’ve just met the side the kills prophets, dead, as well as refamiliarized my Self with the acquaintance that is the Prime, the pre-existing one, the all of everything of whom we are an aspect as its the Source of our consciousness ergo we are it. Not the flesh, not the story in your head. None of this. Investing in these illusions simply means, at death, you’ll get mindwiped and plugged back in and if you read the Gnostic scripts you’ll see a totally different side of Jesus they edited from the official record that goes into great detail about all of this so the team have been around for a bit, yes? Buddha mentioned them. The ancient Egyptians said they were counterfeit spirits holding the whole world hostage which is why their whole culture was built around transcendence and getting out before the dip and we, right now, are in the mid and they’ll make their presence felt when people accept chips in their flesh ergo there is a lot that hangs in the balance, yes?
It feels like I can see through the code of the Matrix and the fact there are ancient testaments that attest exactly the same thing was of interest as, as far as I can tell, no one has gone heart to head against them in this spin. But, that is the life I live. I guess thats why they call it the the job nobody wanted and with this missive sent to the web a heck of a lot of my previous threads in this project will make way more sense as its the key to decoding a lot of missing links as I’d been trying my best to keep the dataset simple because its very easy to dismiss without considering why the one saying it is expressing said things in earnest. Here is a simple proof:
Scientists are in the business of detecting patterns, creating experiments, using control groups and specimens then report back on their findings to see if they prove or disprove the hypothesis? Tell me why none, exactly zero of them, in this esteemed profession have never, ever stopped to think:
“Wait a second, from James Tilly to the present moment every single mad man – no matter their race, education, intellect or any other variable – is always, always, always saying the same thing and that is there is a force that is tampering with their awareness with a malicious intent to cause pain and suffering”. Instead this is ignored, wholesale, by both the medical professions, pill pushers, gum flappers and scientists when any average pleb knows exactly what “That sounds a bit schizo” means. Do the Knowledge because it is exactly as I said and my perspective is a work in progress hypothesis hence strong opinions, loosely held is the mindset as one needs that flex to progress in the ascent of consciousness as the most paradoxical thing is this is exactly how a coal becomes a diamond, yes?
Whilst you and yours may not be so intense there is no reason to suspect that it isn’t as I said because if you accepted the sketch and live the script they set they’ll happily let you run the treadmill from one life to the next. This is what makes me a threat as I won’t acquiesce hence the opposition is immense but I bear them no ill will and send gratitude instead for its all simply prep as these forces are what each must face at death in order to transcend and avoid the Be Kind, Rewind effect which leads to a swift reskin and another spin in this immense Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits.
Till we meet again
