A long time ago, in a land far away, a man had bought a cow. To him it was a great investment as it would help till his fields whilst offering milk to drink so the money spent would pay off times ten during its existence. Thing is he didn’t have a clue about the animal and thus was pushing and grabbing it in attempts to get it to follow him home. The cow had other ideas as it knew this guy was a stranger and it had no wish to leave its usual place of residence. Just at that moment a mystic happened to be walking by and says, as he takes in the scene in front of him with amusement:
“What seems to be the problem?”.
The flustered man, glad for the assistance, replies “Well, its too large and too powerful for me to move because it just resists my attempts and digs its heels in. I’ve tried forcing it, cajoling it and everything else I can think”. “Everything but the obvious” the man with his eyes twinkling replies.
Animals are very intelligent, in one respect, but easily fooled in another – as you’ll see once we reach the conclusion. The Slave/Masters who run this Game in the current age call those who heard the good word their cattle with contempt because they know they’ll pore over and study at depth whatever is presented to them with nary a glance inside and thus its pure manipulation in order to achieve their own ends. Consider the fact that in India, an agricultural country par excellence, they view that creature as sacred and it may start to click how there is always some common sense under any religious proscription that gains strength because of the solemn “He says…” that comes with and thus places it above the ken of mere mortals.
Imagine if, in a land of farms, one chops and kills the animal. It would be akin to slaughtering the golden goose after it drops one egg and most would agree thats quite stupid when a little quiet maintenance can reap immense benefits, yes? Humans are looked at just like this as well, hence cattle. Do you know how many products and industries are built off the life and death of this bovine animal? Hindus have a myriad of reasons for seeing the cow as sacred because not only can it provide milk and help with the labor or farming there are many other benefits for keeping it around and not beefing but, at the end of the day, the motives are primarily selfish.
On the flip lets imagine that some place else you are a bunch of desert dwelling people and one clicks a good old fashioned bacon sandwich can cause huge problems if not cooked or stored well as it killed many men in contrast to the rest of what they’re eating. Not to mention that it drinks a lot of water – which isn’t exactly in abundance – and suddenly the prohibition makes a lot more sense. Another thing I’ve always found interesting is that cannibals attest the similarity of taste between swine and human flesh and both those of the same faith remixed have been at each others necks for generations ergo the solution may be right in front of them but none would dare eat it due to the programming. Pretty wild, don’t you think?
All around the world we have a load of people who are totally different but all of them are seeking. Some call it a union with the divine, others would be happy with the more prosaic relationship that offered sex and companionship. Most would never refuse fame, if it came knocking, but most of all people want to be rich as they feel this will bring them the respect and freedom they’ve been craving. The list is long and endless because everyone is looking for something and yet all of them have one thing in common, the ignorance of which is actually part of the problem as they seek solutions that are nearly always ineffective:
Not one of these lost Souls has ever glanced within. Many not even for a moment whilst the odd one here or there has tripped over in the darkness and fell into exactly what they’re seeking but got up, dusted themselves off and pretended it never happened. Such is the strength of the brain washing that holds their awareness in its grip as we play this cosmic Game that uses our Soul as credit for its all for sale in this realm but what most truly want cannot be purchased, traded or gifted. No, it must be developed but the collective has repeatedly fell so many times at the first hurdle that they built embankment of ignorance that they called their capital and around this false idol of progress does the rest of society mill around on the collective treadmill.
Can you imagine this existence? It would feel like something was missing, that much is certain, as one meant to leap over hurdles at top speeds with a sense of exhilaration is now draped with a light coating of frustration due to malaise of existence they accepted back when. Its like a coal that knows, deep down within, it was born to be something special and shine with a strength it doesn’t possess yet but is more than capable of developing. Instead it lives and dies inside darkness as it runs behind a piece of polished glass that is offered as an example of what it can become in the next life. Ironic, yes? We would look at the coal and think “If only you knew the gift the pressure brings as it kicks with its own alchemical process that causes an immense shift to unfold what was always within”. How many can honestly do that to themselves? Around 8%, last time I checked. 81% will find the concept blasphemous and something above their station (as instructed by the voice in their head) whilst their chest, gently weeping, would nod in agreement because it knows it was born for far more than the predictable predicament that it has been circumambulating for its entire fabricated existence.
The man got his cow home and once he’d settled it in he put it to work in his fields where it tilled. The rewards were immediate and obvious as no more back breaking labor and sweat was needed from him as he could unwind and chill as he watched the beast laboring. The profits kept rolling in so he invested in another and, remembering what the mystic said, he bought this one with less effort and set it work on a mill. A yoke was placed around its neck as it walked around in circles. The effort it expends was used to grind the grains his kin was helping to grow and thus the money was now flying in quicker than the man could spend it. “All of this from two cattle?” he thinks “I am rich and most grateful“.
How do you think the cattle felt about their existence? When they were born free (well, into the hands of a species pimp that only bred them to sell for his own profits) life certainly seemed different. How many of them do you think recollect their original home, events and intent before being worked to death as someone extracts resources from them they didn’t even know they possessed. Think they would ever peer outside of the box they were placed in or would they have fabricated tales of their existence and expectations based on their predicament as a salve to soothe what chafes as they keep going through the motions. If one doesn’t provide an opiate expect the people themselves to make it because without it the pain of life gets too intense and thus the greatest tool in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim for if he can make that seem like this and keep it all moving then business is booming and no complaints are forthcoming. Not for nothing are prophets and profits homonyms but that is because its all spells and rites, my friend.
The cattle will sense that there is something foreign to them that they are carrying. The yoke around their neck will have a numbing effect as they will train themselves not to think but just get on with. After all the track is set, the groove they moved in is present and it feels oddly reassuring even though there is a nagging suspicion that it wasn’t always like this. The one among them who moos loudest and says to its brethren “Listen , I’m telling you there is more to this. Don’t you remember how we once had freedom then something happened and we ended up in this place and just keep doing the same thing again and again”. “Pff, I don’t want to hear that stupidness. Look at the beauty of nature that surrounds us, even when its rain season for our Master is the greatest and keeps us safe and protected. He built a little shed for us to sit in” said one wide eyed true believer before the rebel butted in “Yeah, only so he can milk us plus he’s started breeding us. I’m telling you there is more to this“.
From our elevated point of view we see what this supposedly lower animal is almost grasping because its simple business. Call it eugenics if you wish (Just ask Bill, he knows more than a little bit about this. In this sign shall ye conquer, after all, plus the whole fruit and tree thing) or simply the best way of doing business because the Master has no respect for his merchandise and thinks little of them beyond his investment that allows him to live a life of comfort.
Wouldn’t it be wild if a group of people had applied this thinking to human beings themselves and implemented ways and means over countless generations until their influence was as invisible as it was all pervading? What kind of world would that be?
Think they’d ever tell? Let you in? Make it obvious? Reveal the whole thing? Nah, of course not. They’d approach that one cattle with its nascent Self awareness that was developing and offer it a deal that promised more comfort and shiny things in return for less effort and keeping the rest invested in whatever paradigm they present to make sense of their existence. All animals, not just human, have their own inner realm and in that respect when you eat their flesh you are taking their life imperience into your system.
The man who had just invested in his first cow was struggling with it. He wanted to bring it home so he could harness its efforts for his benefit but its weight was immense and it used its strength to emphasize its stubbornness for which this sign is well known and influenced. The mystic he spoked to offered a simple and elegant solution. He wandered to a nearby field and picked up a bundle of fresh green grass and placed it just before cow who licked its lips in anticipation. The rest just fell into place, one foot in front of the next, as the animals instincts kicked in and it walked itself into servitude due to the exploitation of what is natural via the intent of a higher intelligence.
You are the cattle. The Masters who enslaved and placed that yoke around your neck of which you are only half aware have no wish for you to know this as it would upset their entire business on this global plantation where your existence is but grist for the mill that hops one generation to the next and offers prophets to disguise the profits that come from extraction. The grass they dangled in front of you back then is all part of the System of influence that was used in your miseducation. It can be anything from religion to image building, striking it rich or being attractive. Its all as empty and worthless as the shell it truly is because its all but a distraction to prevent you clicking what is within, under the skin and the true cause of the problem and thus the solution as well.
In order to click this you must be willing to shift everything about anything and, sadly, this only happens to those who are at the end of their tether or eternally curious. That is the path of the mystic in in that respect I’m here, now, to repay the debt of back when because a little Knowledge can be a dangerous thing in the hands of those who wish to weaponize it and I, in effect, am responsible for all of this. You are too, once you truly get it, for we are naught but figments of each others imaginations and the absentee landlords of a divine mansion that has been overran by forces malevolent that twist and turn your comprehension until its reversed and inverted.
This is why life hurts. If you allow your Self to feel it. This is why you having that nagging sense of doubt within that you don’t dare admit. This is why most of you stopped reading this message before you even got to this sentence and of those that are left only a tiny percent will have the will to put these thoughts into action as you strip the weeds from the garden you abandoned in order to dwell inside the comfort of a velvet lined rut of ignorance…
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. I’m simply back to fix what I started and thus balance the equation and I say this not from a position of assumed arrogance but how it truly is because we are who we are but most think quite different due to the script programmed into them since they stepped in. For many this it not to question ergo they are allergic to the concept of free will and are little more than meat marionettes that go through the motions. They will also rail and protest as they defend the yoke placed around their neck as its a family tradition to wear a groove into the cement as they live an on tracks existence, just like their parents before them and their children as well who are, right now, being miseducated by a tuft of grass waved before them and a devious intellect that corrupts whatever it gets for its own benefit. After all, what do you think the red carpet is?
You associate it with glamor and glitz when in reality its the suffering and ignorance of your bloodline that they are using to stay adrift as they move through this realm, one generation to the next since the old world order did its thing and now are looking to remix the players perspectives as the fish is traded in for a cup of water instead as we head toward the time when silicon and flesh intermingle and the cattle won’t know what hit them as they’re too busy going through the motions as intended to even ponder if there may be a script with a message that hides the Psylense with which is truly what they are seeking.
Instead they live and die in the grip of ignorance masquerading as wisdom that they clutch to like a security blanket for most are little more than Adulterated children that won’t allow themselves to admit they miss their Inner Sense and want it back more than anything as they chase the carrot tied around their head due to the threat of the stick at their rear end on this global plantation that floats in the abyss where we find ourselves.
Or you can. That is an option that only 8% will ever pick.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
