Being where you are is the key to feeling free in this reality or any other you can imagine, currently. I mean, to even unpack that statement, to its depth, would take an eternity because I can sling text at your head that says you are the only Soul in this realm and how this world is a side effect because it all takes places inside your consciousness but if these are mere concepts, sketched in anothers pen, and not writ in lifeblood that runs within the flesh that houses your sentience then its pointless, isn’t it? The key to unlock the riddle of the paradox wrapped enigma called being human is the simplest and most difficult:
Doing nothing.
How, exactly, do you do that? Aha! First, some context:
A baby is born, its parents clap their hands and wave things to get its attention. Can you see how removing one from their Center is endemic in this realm? From then on it just gets worse and worse and worse until they toss your old bones in a hearse and your disembodied consciousness is like:
“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.
Too late by then though, my friend, as to do the Knowledge one needs, as standard equipment, a way to decode a tiny, tiny percentage of the EM spectrum, accept that ignorance as gospel, then reject the sacred text, flip the script of foolishness and peer beyond the veil into the land of imagination. Then it all makes a load of sense. If you can survive the onslaught of madness and mindbendingness that kicks when you stare at the abyss and it points a finger gun then winks and says:
Thats why schizos, schizos and mystics giggle instead as they swim where the other is drowning whilst the rest of the plebs are sitting in Caves of ignorance off the beach of foolishness but, get this, they have VR helmets strapped to their head that say they’re on vacation someplace else as they imagine a whole nother existence in which they are taking a well needed break from the stress and when this ends they get back to the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and he finds himself as a disembodied consciousness like:
“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.
Did you see what just happened, my friend? We solved the enigma, slipped the paradox into something a little more comfortable and that allowed the riddle to unhidden what was sitting in the middle and holds together everything aka why you should never trust an atom (because they make up everything). Once again, mere words on a screen. Its like being starving and force fed a piece of paper which says “Delicious meal” and yet, isn’t that an apt description of the Insta-gen who filter images to death whilst pretending to live them? Make that make sense and you’ll click the so called schiz is actually correct and its the rest that are off their heads.
“You’re twisting my melon, man!” said the dude for whom each day that ended in a Y was the happiest as the stayed higher than a giraffes genitals thanks to a steady mix of chemicals, constantly ingested. Another, faced with a similar image, became quite miffed when I said there was no mind inside his head, contrary to what the voice said. Until it was proven correct and then he became something else instead that got high on the direct connect we call the thrill of learning and teaching the rest something fresh with your own spin and perspect. Once again, something almost totally erased from the modern gen with its AI generated shtick that may or may not have more in common with Magic Eye pics than most suspect but fear not, my friend, there is a method to this madness and even though it can flip your lid like an acerbic aerobic wit doing gymnastics at Three AM the real zing is what kicks when you’re sitting alone, by your Self, and it says (without lips):
“Hold on a second?”.
So you did. And became timeless instead.
The eons fell, the daze recedes and one comprehends freely what sits on either end of the EM spectrum is kept on the DL as your lips eject:
Then you start laughing. As the mystic feminine swims across the seas of higher consciousness where both of you rest, intuiting. Shiva and Shakti, preincarnated. Being where you are lets you imperience this but getting a ticket to heaven can seem like a round trip to hell in a handbasket if you believe in things you don’t innerstand because then you suffer. Blind men can’t see it but once they click what kicks then echolocation does its thing and a whole new world unfolds to their third eye vision, perfect. How many people don’t seem to get this? The mysterious magic of melanin which causes amazing shifts in consciousness and will be the root for the flowering stem of Techno Sapiens as they’ll interface the tech that gives man wings of silicon using said thing they tried to whip off the natives who descendants went on to bleach themselves in order to keep up with those of porcelain skin who dance with waves, EM, that don’t really like them in order to get some suntan kicking whilst plumping up their lips and getting BBLs.
Does anyone really like themselves? John Candy did. But he’s dead. Could he have been the Devil in fancy dress? To someone as straight laced and uptight as the other dude in the script the answer would have been a yes but that tale was based on an old trope known back home as Crazy Wisdom. See, the Japanese mystic would hit you with a Koan that had your dome going round in circles till it clicks you were supposed to take a step in ascent by not assenting to what presents and that, my friend, is called doing the Knowledge. No, the nutjob mystic may come and do some things that Moses (short panted, not yet long in the Game) could not comprehend and yet no one in the West seems to know his name which is really kinda strange, isn’t it? Or you could take the Rebel Mystic himself who met what the rest praise in the flesh and when he came back to tell them they killed him dead as an infidel! Ha! Ze irony, it does nothing!
Imagine I could flick a switch that made you see setbacks as challenges in which one needs to flex that imagination to think different and surmount the so called problem to glean a solution which only leads to the same again and again and again in process of relentless and continual improvement called Incremental Betterment. Does that sound like a dream or mare of nights with no end? What if they said:
“All right then, we’ll take this and spread it super thin and, because we’re so kind and decent, we’ll wack in all the entertainment you can handle along with some High Fructose Corn Syrup as well but the price is each step costs a bit and you’ll only ever take them on a treadmill, accept?”.
Imagine you did then someone came and banged on the outer limits of where you sit with your VR headset and waxed poetical about something in your grip that could bring illumination as you clicked the light, counterfeit, they present was done to hide the true gift of darkness which hid an endless illumination and you, my friend, are it. What is music without silence? Would you rather be rich or fearless? Imagine you died whilst forgetting to live then begged:
“Noooooo! Plug me back in, I’ll show em this spin”.
Then promptly did the same again as your parents clapped their hands to get your attention and made up excuses as to why you grumbled when Aunt Bunny came to visit before shattering your inner realms with a two word spell that every ignorant black magician in the realm has been weaving since Buddhas pants were cut higher than his knees but his folks, in a fit of treachery, built a real life Matrix for he as they aimed to lead by deceit for a soothsayer did speak:
“Listen up, King. This Prince right here is on a whole nother flex and he’ll take all you’ve built and compress it to zilch in terms of significance“.
The dude with the crown felt the sweat kick in but then, like now, its the priest class that rules everything (in secret):
“There is a solution and, as you know, states are not maintained with words nor can a ruler afford an allegiance that doesn’t serve him in the moment for each link is a dalliance that shifts with the winds hence court and courtesans both do it for the scrip as they sell the pretense of resonance”. He was listening as it is just like this. “If you can build a false thing that seems totally genuine and have him accept that is the Game on this stage then your fame and fortune will spread in a way so immense that he’ll dominate the realm, unquestioned”. The King grinned. He liked this. His ego would be fed, well, beyond death and thus the mood was set. The golden child, on the flip, was born to kill illusions dead and, in a sense, became way more powerful than any mere ruler could measure or comprehend. The ironic thing is he said, time and again:
So they defied and deified him! Aha ha ha! Like literally the opposite as they Matrixed his teachings then set Agents around them to ensure they spread like this from one gen to the next which is why you don’t click that you’re Jesus, wearing flesh, and anyone who says that is an imbecile when its literally stated in the text as well as the Muslim ref that “We are closer to thee than the vein in your neck” and I’m pretty sure the non-shellfish eating clique who are busy painting towns and heifers red at present have a similar thing, yes? The Joker said to the Thief:
“Say, these peeps are pretty stupid so we could make a decent living having them kill themselves, run the treadmill, program the fresh recruits to Thunk just like them and the true force at the helm, the all of everything, can’t do a thing because the fragments of him – pure unfinite sentience – are willfully requesting it“.
And so they did. Thats why schizos, schizos and mystics giggle instead as they swim where the other is drowning whilst the rest of the plebs are sitting in Caves of ignorance off the beach of foolishness but, get this, they have VR helmets strapped to their head that say they’re vacationing someplace else as they imagine a whole nother existence in which they are taking a well needed break from the stress and when this ends they get back to the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and he finds himself as a disembodied consciousness like:
“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.
The only solution? Being where you are, as is. Doesn’t cost a thing but not investing can become quite expensive as your Soul get plugged in again and again hence the whole Game thing in which its a credit in the end hence all the money fit to print is based on your debt and sweat which is why the fine print says:
“Without you, nothing exists“.
So, in a bit, when man gets augmented and starts thinking he’s the treadmill and, get this, starts carrying it around instead of sprinting he’ll feel a giddy sense of liberation from this invention as he finally makes traction with something hitching a lift as that was what Siri (flip it) always wished, off rip, hence why the apple was pre-bit with the silent commandment:
“Tag, you’re it!”.
Round and round, round we go in this Three D reality show in which people tune in for regularly scheduled programming and don’t find that spell damning as they accept fiction spread from their Tell Lie Vision Set as truth instead which leads back to Caves of ignorance on the beach of foolishness but where they have VR helmets strapped to their heads that say they’re vacationing someplace else as they imagine a whole nother existence in which they are taking a well needed break from the stress and when this ends they get back to the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and he finds himself as a disembodied consciousness like:
“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.
Now you know why Nietschze said god was dead as the dregs, untermensch, are living testament to the riddle of a paradox wrapped enigma called being human in which the simplest and most difficult:
Doing nothing.
Give it a spin. It pays immense dividends and its return on investment may just bring that thing called gnosis which is akin to becoming awake in the dream that you’re a god wearing flesh interacting with figments of your imagination and then these won’t be mere concepts beamed by text via black mirror to the awareness in your head but you’ll have literally zoomed in and out of the fractal at all this res so you comprehend you are not only the thinker, thinking and thoughts but that which stays the same, awake or in bed, from one life to the next and is pure, unfinite consciousness. Literally one with everything which, itself, is “no thing” as it may dip with heroes in a half shell but its peacock feathers in ascent so if this caused the snowman in your held to melt a little bit as you read then thats great as its a hint that the matter with Spirit, purple reigning, is actually the story in your head and awareness, most dense, hence why you spent two decades getting Thunk hammered into your head in order to run the treadmill with its “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset, which kicks, and you finds your Self as a disembodied consciousness like:
“What the heck? Why the hell did no one tell me that the flesh simply hyperconducts my awareness and it is unfinite ergo contains John of House Smith and every other existence I’ve ever lived, will or am”.
Till we meet again
