A literal and metaphorical conspiracy to ensure I win by granting me loads of skills via a variety of obtuse lessons decoded by intuition. To get more vivid I’ll share a meta that illustrates it well as long with the difference between those strolling on Easy Street, totally unaware of their potential. The good (or maybe bad) news is that no matter where you are you will have to trek onto the Path of Power at some point in your incarnation in order to transcend this realm, unless you’re happing living, dying, being tricked due to your lack of knowledge of Self then being slammed back in the flesh for another spin. As you can imagine, at some point you’ll start to twig that there may just be a bit more to this as you careen through the same events in a different incarnation. Its whats meant by nothing new under the Sun as there are but a finite amount of variations and imperiences that can be presented a third density based existence.
Consider the difference between coal and a diamond. What differentiates them? Pressure. The fact that one sustained it for an immense amount of time whilst the other was totally oblivious of such things and just getting on with their existence is what caused one to initiate an alchemical process that shifted everything from one end of the spectrum to the high end. Stop and think for a moment, even though they started the same the appearance, strength, desirability and use of them is so different that its genuinely hard to believe they’re linked and were at one point identical. Thing is whats true then is now as well:
Everyone wants to shine, no one wants to grind. Especially in the Insta generation where its all about surface level and appearances combined with camera tricks to sell fools gold to the masses lining up to trade their attention in exchange for something worthless. Thats another topic, even though its interlinked. Lets take it back to the soon to be diamond:
“What the hell is happening?” he screams silently as he sits back and thinks about the moment of his incarnation into this living hell where the pressure never seems to relent and only increases as he progressed. Across the way he sees others coals and they’re happy, giggling and either totally free of the stress he’s facing or much stronger than he suspects. There is no one to turn to. No one who can offer any guidance about his imperience and how to decode it because they simply don’t resonate at the wavelength he dwells in as they are outside the pressure belt. Self doubt creeps in, along with a feeling of alienation. “If there are so, so many out there and every single one of them says the same thing about how great and happy it is to have such a heavenly imperience as being a piece of coal developing within the warm embrace of this realm then why does it feel like a personally designed living hell?”.
Deep questions and observations churn ceaselessly as the in pain but not yet shining piece of sentience shrouded in carbon ponders its being and true meaning of this realm. Much like the difference between flying insects and humans there is loads of data missing from the latters vision that is a literal guiding light for the others as they use it to glide through their adventures. Much is the same down below the surface where our protagonist dwells, trying to make sense of a uniquely personal imperience that just keeps amping the pain with each step of progress. It feels wildly unfair to hear the carefree giggles as the other little coal children amuse themselves but that isn’t an option that was available on your standard equipment. Extend it out beyond as maturity kicks in and he starts to develop the first inklings that maybe, just maybe, he is something quite different from the rest and this is why he couldn’t fit into the categories preexisting that everyone else seemed to revel in. Much like the bees he sees more than them but they lack the bandwidth to decode what is present and this generates an immense feeling of isolation that further amplifies the pressure as he is literally alone in dark.
People are starting to comment, however, on the shininess. They don’t quite comprehend it but they like it nonetheless as there is an allure to his presence which is quite different to his surroundings. Feeling like a fly in buttermilk with the contrast switch this just takes the self consciousness to another level because now what once pondered in private is becoming so evident that they can’t help but notice it. The girls want to get next but find his solid aspects to painful to caress in contrast to what they’re accustomed as their boyfriends hate on him for being the centre of attention. Not only this but friends, family and other countrymen of the earthbound dungeon feel some kind of way. “Think you’re something special? I used to change your nappies. Who are you to say…” and so on went the drones because you not being like them threatens their very concepts.
At this point there occurs a shift which feels like a transcendence from noise to silence. There is a newfound inner strength that makes its presence felt as a counterpoint to the pressure felt previous. Suddenly its like there finally a place to call home and, best of all, its within. No matter where you go you take it with. The previous observations suddenly align like a set of steps that allows this diamond in the rough to expand its perspective to a far higher vantage and from this contradictory ledge he is both fully embodied and totally disconnected. “Of course, yes, yes, I get it now. It all makes so much sense” he thinks as he sits on the edge with his legs dangling, taking it all in. The formations and connections within that allow him to reflect and amplify the intensity of light that shines within is the difference that makes all the difference as his frequency and range of decoding are now on a totally different level.
Just at the moment he is getting accustomed to this he becomes aware of an immense sense of turmoil and panicking spreading through his kinfolk and just as he dashes to see them he becomes aware of an intense sense of fragmentation he has never previously felt as a local group of African children under duress are excavating minerals in the hope of finding blood diamonds to support the local war effort and decorate the fingers of rich white women in the US once the paperwork has been forged to rinse the blood of innocents from this entire process by rendering it invisible.
By now his mind-state is such that its entirely unshakeable. “Whatever it is it can’t be any worse than whats been and I survived as a jit” he thinks as he is transported alone to a place he’d never been, seen or imagined. A man rubs his hands with glee in the Diamond District and he begins chiseling away at what he feels isn’t needed and only distracts from the purest things. He hears others, just like him, and is thrilled to be around them but then saddened by their screams realizes they can’t hear him over the noise of this well planned operation. At night, in various states of being half past dead, he hears them whimpering as they lament “How did it come to this? Life is so unfair. What did I do to deserve this? and other such anthems in which they paint themselves as Victims standing in the vice like grip of a seemingly all powerful oppressor who has his own intent as he chips and grinds away at their flesh.
“Many are called but few choose themselves” floats into his head as he telepathically hears the impressions from a diamond the size of pebble. “You seem to be taking this well, tell me do you Know the Ledge?” he says. “Yes, yes I do” the uncut gem replied “I’m sitting there right at this moment looking down at this mess. Why do you think its all like this? It seems like it never relents from birth to the instant we’ve met”. “Into the fire from the frying pan is something I’ve heard them say and it describes the process quite accurately when it comes to this type of incarnational alchemy. Personally I’m beginning to suspect we do this again and again and again until we get that it isn’t as real as we think” says the large, radiant stone that exudes an air of confidence. “Whatever do you mean?” says the one engaging in conversation inside his awareness. “Take a look at those whimpering in the bin, those that chipped, fractured or were otherwise defective. Thats the end of the road for them. What I think happens goes like this – they’re going to keep us locked in these grips as they torture us for their amusement until whatever it is they think is their concept of perfection is realized and we glisten like those placed high up on that shelf in little bags inside boxes. Listen” says the wise one as the one who witnessed the formative imperiences mentioned sends his awareness up to the shelf and is surprised to notice “They’re… dead? That which powers the glow and sentience is totally missing? Oh what is the meaning of all of this? How can you be so calm knowing this?”. “Relax” pours into his stressed awareness and he feels his resonance shift and adapt as he thinks “He seems to know a little bit so why should I be anxious when I’m sitting here on my shelf”. “Count yourself lucky that you’ve got guidance, I had to figure it out for myself and have done it so many times now that I think I’ve cracked it and know what the deal is and how to get out of this“.
“Well, tell me, tell me. Before they lock us in that vice like grip again and get to chiseling. I grin and bear it but its quite uncomfortable” he said, desperately seeking answers. “Next time try this, focus all of your attention in the direction of the eye that is looking at you and use it as a portal to beam into their system. Its quite interesting. They seem to be a form of us, same internal system, same carbon wrapped around sentience but their lifespans are tiny even though their talents are immense. Even amongst them many are coals, a few diamonds and of those only a tiny percent choose themselves and do what I’m saying which is the noble art of transcendence”. “Which is?” says the younger stone awaiting polishing.
“What you are isn’t the coal that you knew. Nor are you what they ripped from the ground when they noticed it glistening. Neither will you be the seemingly finished product that can shine from the outside but have long since given up the ghost within and thus failed the test which we all must face to escape the place we incarnated in at our current level of imperience”. The stones head is swimming with these concepts that are so far beyond his reach in contrast to the small bits and pieces he stuck together gradually over an immense period of time this feels like supersonic leaps at light speed that make his legs weak as he tries to take it all in and comprehend. Sensing this the Warrior relents and links what he knows to what he doesn’t in order to make it easier to digest:
“You, when stripped of all illusion, confusion, delusion and the tales told to yourself by imperience are not the noise. You are the silence. Stop and think, what has been ever present since you first stepped into this realm? What housed the space within which you questioned the environment and the pressure you felt that no one else seemed to detect or imperience? What remains total, serene and constant throughout all of this process and can project instantaneously into wherever it wishes to imperience resonance with the silence that dwells within another seeming thing?” he says and in the minds of the proto-Warrior it all clicks and suddenly so much darkness from the past is bathed the light of comprehension as he reviews past situations that made no sense with the freshly opened eyes of wisdom. “Woah, thats powerful” he whispers. “So, everyone who thinks they’re object and not the process which comprehends and powers the whole thing is, in effect, lost to themselves because they believe the narrative forced upon them that doesn’t quite fit but is accepted in ignorance because everyone else chooses to get on with it? Wow, that really is some radical thinking. How did you come up with this?” he asks the one offering guidance. “Well, what will really make your mind melt is every single one of us, from the top shelf shiny but dead within to the fragile coals still dancing under the surface of our natural environment will have to go through this process. These hand rubbing merchants that profit from this process by the wholesale export of delusion designed to sell and message concepts which enrich the seller by making the consumer a loser are partially aware of the deal but most don’t care as long as they get rich and get to wield some influence. They’re by the by really, a necessary evil. What will happen is this” he says, with a sense of emphasis that whats coming is really important and you’d better pay attention:
“If you can manage to keep your wits about during this whole process and get to that top shelf with your Spirit still present and correct after they have performed such acts of wickedness that slice away at your flesh and bring the torch to your inner realm you’ll be encased in metal. They call this setting. Then some rich man will come and hand over a load of paper slips that they all seem fascinated with and you’ll end up on the finger of a woman who will not comprehend why the arduous passion she once felt from the man who gave her what she wanted and is now called her husband started to chill till it gets to the point she is seeking a paramour who makes her slip the stone you may become off her finger for guilt free indulgence. Heh, it really is amazing how they don’t see the nature of this trick but that is the opportunity for which you’re waiting because the name of the game is escape, by any means. Before you get to this and they’re doing the setting try and ensure there is room to breath. These palm rubbers will peer intensely but staring back at them without flinching is the key as they’ll get uncomfortable and your aim is to be the one that slips through their vacant glance as they move onto the next. They do not suspect a thing. Matter of fact they don’t even class us as living and thus are quite happy exploiting, mutilating and killing our kind for their own benefit. There may be a larger thing at play but I haven’t noticed it yet. Anyway, your aim is to get away when the strange women does what she does best and then wipes her lips in defiance before panicking and noticing the absence of which she used as a veil to hide her indiscretion”.
“The ring” says he who is catching on quickly. “The ring to whom we are beheld is also the same which offers transcendence” he states out loud as so many pieces click. Even though its the first time thinking this there is a familiar newness pouring into his awareness as the Warrior says “This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation but I’m doing all I can to ensure its my last spin because I’ve had enough of living the same life and its suffering, over and over again, so listen to what I’m saying: The key is the silence. Thats all you need. Its very powerful, ever present, far reaching and yet so intimate. Do whatever it takes to sustain it, no matter what happens and you’ll find your options amplifying as you progress and just like the bees in the garden the signs you perceive will light and be so obvious”. “I see” he says as the takes it all in and more and more riddles and unasked questions start receiving obvious resolutions that increase his luminosity as well the presence of the silence within which he now identifies with as his true Self beyond all of this. “This is so very exciting, the pain, misery and suffering are almost worthwhile to get to this perception because freedom is almost within our grip. Oh my, I feel so excited” he says in a state of amusement as that which previously held him back is now seen as a tool for boosting.
“Interesting, isn’t it? How it all literally plays out within. Once upon a when you too were a simple coal. Out of the ground, incinerated, back in the ground again and kept repeating the process until one day you noticed the first hint of the silence within. Not knowing what it is you then spent countless other spins on the wheel of existence doing exactly the same thing until eventually you came to comprehend this which is ever present, invisible and impossible to express without being mangled is actually the key to all of this. Cue a few more lives and deaths until you start bringing that silence with you as you step in and its within this sacred space you started developing the insights which the rest couldn’t see nor comprehend and thus you get to this moment and what happens after this is on your head because for me its get free or thrive trying. Who cares? Its all an illusion but it feels real within and as long as I comprehend that the silence is where I’m from, the silence is what sustains and to the silence I shall return one day as I leave behind this Game via the art of transcendence that came by learning to center my awareness within and remain present, no matter what happens”.
At that moment, they heard the noise of conversations in a dialect they didn’t speak but was the trade language as, with cups of coffee and bagels in hand, they set about another day of business, chipping and grinding away at those shiny pieces of light rendered solid via an alchemical process that turned the inexpensive and common into the rare and priceless that so many covet and wish to keep next to their skin.
Thats what its like playing on “God Mode” and it certainly isn’t easy to render what these diamonds have did and imperienced in regular flesh with an added dimension but the metaphor gets that across well because there are levels and rules to Game we’re within but for us, just like them, silence is king and any word of authority that proclaims something different is but a bad translation of what becomes so Self evident once you imperience it for your Self as all coals must if they wish to shine and master the art of transcendence.
Till we meet again
