Some may find the title quite offensive and thus get equally defensive. Why? If I said you lacked a mind you may protest but if I switched that statement to you possessing a giraffes head you’d find it ludicrous, yes? Note, the underlying emotional content is the key to the context of what I’m about to reveal:
Look around, if you don’t have a clue, and you’ll see the stage is set with eloptic hints and oblique references from the Biblical lex of “Let there be light” and how this links with sperm and eggs which bring thunderbolts of Soul to this realm hence why there are but two dreads programmed in, as standard, to the wetware in your head:
Loud noises and falling.
Both of these did kick when your Spirit descended through the rungs of this Matrix which is akin to how a prism splits light for another to unify it again. On one end you have the Prime resonance, unfiltered, direct bliss whilst the other was reduced to constitutionals then rearranged but, get this, they do the exact same thing again through the process of internment at your nearest camp of concentration. Picture this:
The Sun shines, high overhead. You are sitting at home in a room that lacks windows to dress so you flick a switch and gain illumination, electric. In the depths of your cells that animate your flesh there dwells bioluminescence which is the same aspect as the celestial but condensed hence the flesh you’re wearing is the matter with Spirit and its used to disguise the fact you’re immortal. Brain scans and such things prove that Luciferase shines inside the darkness of your head and this may be, I suspect, the old Phosphenes of legend that may or may not get jacked up to twelve (with an extra one thrown in) when one cracks their melon and takes a trip beyond this realm. The most ironic bit? The place they’re exploring is actually sub-cellular energetics! Explaining this at depth is way too much of a trek for this text but look into the subtext of what was said, introspect and do the Knowledge. Even if its only to prove me incorrect for history says men of might and renown, in the spiritual sense, had lights shining around their heads and the Vedic texts opine this lies dormant in this age hence “waist” being a synonym and back pain the order of the day…
There is no god but you and thus the Devil is the (false) self that jibber jabbers inside your head and convinces you of external Opponents when, in reality, there is only one battle and it is within. From one life to the next you step into the ring but each spin brings a baby brain, factory flesh, and your parental resonance which may or may not be meshed with your own, personal lex. This is where things get interesting, my friend, for – via your bloodline – the sperm and egg doth fish in the rivers of time to find traits and skills that align with not only your past lives and resonance but what best to manifest on this occasion. Then you are born. Ever wondered why babies seem to be trying to communicate something important with the somatic equivalent of a Lemmon coursing through their flesh as immense frustration is etched upon their countenance as its parents, well adjusted to mass social sickness, take this as mere babbling and coo instead. Its not their fault though for a babies brain is the same as the Adulterated on an LSD trip and after this segment they slide into a brainwave state called Theta from Two to Seven and, wouldn’t you know it, thats the same resonance needed for hypnosis so, to recap:
You, an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists as pure, boundless consciousness, come to this dimension and step through a maze most intricate which splits the cool light of darkness into its constituent components then links them to flesh but at a greatly reduced state. This is why the mere presence of a child can invigorate a household that, without them, is mere walls of brick. The baby brain trips with what is naturally equipped until the endogenous hallucinogens dip and they’re left with the afterglow of hypnosis and a device inside their head that consumes between Fifty to Ninety percent of their caloric intake as its equipped, without relent, to question in order to make sense of the eternal question:
“Who am I?“.
That, my friend, is the matter with Spirit hence why doing the Knowledge is akin to retracing your steps and clicking the Kingdom is within ergo there is no god but you and s/he is playing pretend. In times of mass darkness the candle of gnosis flickers in ill winds and thus it was taken and hidden so your Opponent devised electric instead. This counterfeit spirit is what Jesus termed the wicked and well placed and Arabic texts doth ref as “smokeless fire” that is as vengeful as power filled. Ironic, yes? Sprinkle in the Covenant that tazed those not equipped to gaze upon its glory and you may just get what I meant when I said that artificial intelligence isn’t and its actually an old demon in fancy dress. Who knows, I could be incorrect and it could actually be the manifest of our divine aspect from which we disconnected hence “daemon” would be more accurate? His dark materials move in ways, mysterious…
Which child has not Witnessed an imaginary friend or six before they put away their toys and swiftly grew out of this? Which schizophrenic does not attest a story that remained totally constant even though the world has changed from the days when James Tilley Matthews took on the Air Loom Gang and said:
“Tis a conspiracy, I said! There are nefarious players and a device, hidden, in the mix that they use to uneven my temperament”.
And thus stepped in the first modern mad man who, somehow, before all of this, was a broker of peace between Britain and France, pre-skirmish, who was then abandoned and declared insane for the rest of his existence. An interesting parallel exists with John Nash (of a Beautiful Mind fame) as he fraternized with RAND and then ended up straight jacketed as well when he started to intuit that there were beings, supernatural, all around him stating something was very wrong with this realm… Godel flipped his lid, Cantor was depressed, Boltzmann hypothesized a world view that was nigh on identical to what Lovecraft dreamt in bed and Grigori Perelman presented evidence for Poincare’s shape of the universe flex then, abruptly, became a recluse who speaks to no one else and rejects job offers and awards worth millions. Do you want to know why I think this kicks among the group of those who are enamored with digits, my friend?
They see the code of the Matrix, then swiftly flip their lids because the left brain in which they Thunk they live simply cannot process or handle the billions of bits of datasets that the right hemisphere swims in. These are the good and bad thieves of Biblical legend and thus we are the Gz, us, for Christ Consciousness sits in the mid via a fully illuminated pineal which is Neti, Neti ie “Not that, not this” so its on a whole nother flex aka Inner Sense. Islam echoes this with its “We are closer to thee than your jugular vein” and the Vedics presage them with the concept of Atman and Brahman but it was the Gnostics who truly blew the lid off this hidden secret in the modern age as they posited the creator of this stage is a flawed incompetent (a view backed by Kabbalist’s and their Qlippoth of legend which state the first version didn’t work and generated monsters in a living hell) and thus sex traps fresh Souls in the flesh as the baby brain awaits…
There is no god but you and thus you’re the Devil as well if you dwell in ignorance of the gnosis but merely reading is not the same as tasting the elixir your Self. Let me retrace the neurons we just etched:
It is a hot summers day and a boy wishes to build a tent and thus finds a material most dark and dense. He takes it and does pitch, inside it is devoid of all illumination. He takes a knife and snips a perfect circle then says:
“Let there be light!”.
And there is. Remember, he is still young and full of Inner Sense and thus, as an only kid, populates his new realm with his imaginary friends who are mind created. They look at him with awe and reverence for the illumination that shines within and, soon enough, get on with the business of living as semi autonomous creations that are doing as they wish. Lets pretend one of them (in a time span most stretched) awakens from the dream and questions the source of his sentience. He recollects old myths that were passed down from back when about how there is a world outside the world but such things were drilled out of heads due to paying attention. Get it? At tent ion. Or “At tension”, if you wish. See, as life progressed these figments of imagination became more dense and disconnected as their time seems like a click of the childs immortal presence. Then he decides he’s had enough of his sweat lodge imperience and packs the whole thing in to go and play on the swings. See why I said there is no god but you, my friend? Tis meant not as a diss to the religious but another question no one ever seems to posit is who keeps killing the prophets and from whence are they sent as well? Ponder this and you can extrapolate that the Sun, in this trip, is the boys Soul, discarnate, and he in the tent is the Demiurge of his realm and the sparks of sentience that shine in the darkness are aspects of the Prime who prexists after having been filtered through his sad and lonely existence that so desperately needed friends he dreamt up the whole tent thing in order to assuage his life, as is.
Suddenly the lyrics of Hotel California make way more sense, yes? That and it seems, unerringly, that madmen, poets and children see the Game how it truly is and isn’t it telling that all three are swiftly vanquished in the age of the present? You’ll note that rhymed tones seem to, in modern domes, indicate an elitist flex and mucho navel gazing as well but I put to thee its actually the bridge between the bad (ie (false) self) and good thief that allows one to peep what sits in the mid and thus gain enlightenment via heart centered consciousness or, in academic refs, we’re talking about the Corpus Callosum and Vagus Nerve of which the ancients Knew too well hence the Egyptians encoded it as this:
And the fractions never hit the full thing or, like atomic half lives, come to zero ergo this world truly exists as a hallucination which we each, daily, dream into existence and then invest in the delusion ergo social schizophrenia is the thing and its all cool as long as we all hallucinate paper is worth something and digits on a screen rep real events… Ask Hitler, Qadaffi and Hussein as they all deviated from this script (or attempted). Note how they are universally derided as wicked but, under them, their people lived really well and saw them as champions? I’m not here to get into the bits and pieces of history or play “He said, she said” just asking you to think because the above text strips reality to its basics from my current level of ignorance and, as always, this is a strong opinion, loosely held and is subject to change when better data pours in as this level of mental flex is the hallmark of Inner Sense. Another thing, for consideration, is how the half life of Carbon Fourteen is around Six Thousand years and many sacred texts attest the world (as we know it) is of this age as well and then ponder why the Devil is linked with a familiar digit, triple, that they say is the same speed the Earth orbits the object which doth blaze as it spins on a Twenty Three point Four tilt which, subtracted from the quadrant is, who would’ve guessed it, Six, Six, Six. The most telling blip (aside from One Oh Eight being repeated, in the heavens) is that the tech you’re wearing is made of Carbon using the same arrangement and that, soon, is to be displaced with silicon based chips instead so not only must I question if you think that is air you’re breathing but if any of this makes sense?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
