It seems to me that life as we know it in Three D is a process of continual refinement that I refer to often with the term of Incremental Betterment aka every day, in every way I’m getting better and better. Its something you’ve got to really feel for your Self because its like going hiking. Walk with me for a moment:
After having been successfully conditioned and programmed by the System one is milling around in the Valley of the Plebs with the rest of the Slaves as they oscillate between boredom and distraction whilst performing the spiritual equivalent of treading water due to their inherited (and unquestioned) ignorance that masquerades as knowledge, wisdom and innerstanding of this realm. The Warrior sees a peak, way off in the distance and wonders what might be at the summit, “What could I perceive from that vantage that is invisible here due to the current perspective?“. And off he steps. He can ask others to come with him, most will reject his thinking and reasoning as being foolish or ludicrous. Some will think him wicked for daring to go against the script that Click-Whirrs from within their unconscious existence whilst a few may be curious but have no wish to put in the effort.
To the Warrior this is irrelevant because he heeds that silent presence within that noticed what it did and simply cannot rest until he has the answers himself, direct via first hand imperience. This is an interesting point because the Slave/Masters prick their ears up to this type of thinking as it signals a) their programming wasn’t totally effective and b) this may be a potential threat to the rest of their project. They’ll attempt to dissuade this play via certain forms of street drama and charade as well as enticing him with gifts and trinkets to forget this expedition and when nothing sticks then it will be straight up coercion and threats of death as well as anything else they can use against because their entire paradigm is built up from and upon rests a forced perspective which states the Valley is all there is and thus the peaks are off limits for those currently living.
The Warriors mindset is just different. He knows fine well that he can’t really miss anything in the Valley due to the glacial pace of collective progress (that doesn’t ever truly seem to change a thing beyond better distractions and greater spectacles as the people are all suffering) plus nobody knows the view from peak as he’s been asking. “Why do you want to know that?” they said as some replied “Well, the scriptures they say…” and others quote their own fanciful tales, none of which they imperienced direct but accept nonetheless as the way it is.
The astute reader will have guessed that this temperament is identical to that of children and, indeed, they are the Self same thing as its that Inner Sense that drives the Warrior to pursue his quest with a fixed intent, even if it means turning his back on all and everything as he makes the Path by walking.
Oh, sure, they’ll think him crazy but thats only because they are strangers to their inner realms which, once upon a when, dreamed of pushing the limits and asking questions but now just wants to fit in, do as they’re told in order to get what they expect. Day in, day out. Night in, night out. To the Slave this feels as close to heaven as they can get whereas the Warrior sees the repetition as dead, lacking in that vital essence that defines them and suspiciously close to what they tell the rest is awaiting them in hell, should they choose to ignore their programming and not act as expected.
Undeterred he sets off on his quest using nothing but his natural equipment and the elements that surround him. Along the way he imperiences many thrills, spills and chills. Even some moments of regret that make him doubt his actions as well as immense moments of exhilaration that course through his awareness and make him feel truly alive and present in the moment with a grin on his lips as he surveys the higher vantage and thinks “If only they could see this, its breath taking yet life giving in the same instant” as he keeps on stepping.
Eventually, he scales the peak and looks down at the Valley from which emanates a misty pollution like steam which he’d never noticed previously. Up here, on high, he takes in the scene and is astounded by what he sees as there is another village from which rises a different colored frequency that feels like but not when compared to the one from his own Valley. His curiosity is now running full tilt because, off in the distance, he spots an even greater hill with an even more majestic summit that he simply must examine. To get there he must pass through this strange village and as he begins his descent and starts to progress into their mode of living he notices something quite startling as even though they speak a totally different language, hold other concepts as beyond question and have their own way of doing things that seems a bit odd at first there is a remarkable resonance with how they act when it comes to staying within the limits of the Valley as instructed as well as what will happen to those who choose to venture off script.
Undeterred he keeps on keeping but noticed the Slave/Masters of this village already knew he was coming. Not only this but they too spoke his language and looked at him with a knowing wink that had him questioning the entire nature of their existence as they were exhibiting totally different traits and characteristics in contrast to their peers he just left.
Later, as he is traipsing up the new mountain and just barely managed to avoid the traps they’d set to take off his head it starts to make sense. “Of course, they isolated me so I wouldn’t infect the thinking of their captives by offering them proof that there is life beyond these hills that kept them fenced in” he says as he starts to comprehend the nature of his Opponent and how each encounter brings the gift of increased wisdom via Knowledge of Self and the steadily accumulating Incremental Betterment.
Eventually he makes it to the peak of this summit and once again is humbled by the nature of this grand vision as he looks down and takes in all of these pools of humanity that are isolated and unaware of the current of the ocean that connects them due to these mountains of ignorance that isolate them and they’re instructed never to scale, under penalty of death or various after life threats. He sits there, taking it all in, considering his experiences, the guidance from the Psylense within, who he’s met, what he’s seen and the contrast to what he used to be, believe and perceive and starts laughing wildly. “Oh, if they could only see how they voluntarily accept their division and misery by stifling their innate Spirit in exchange for pre-programmed trickery” he says with a grin and then, reflecting on it, feels a sense of sadness for those heap suffering upon themselves from a position of ignorance and then look elsewhen for solutions that are often promised but never coming. “Its all quite a mean and evil trick” he thinks, as his eyes drift to another peak on the other side of another village.
“If I turn back and tell my people of what I’ve seen they simply won’t comprehend as they lack the frame of reference and imperience. Those who wish to come with will have been bound down by various forms of obligation that are designed to coerce them into maintaining the artificial resonance to which they’re accustomed” he thinks as he starts comprehending the nature of the Slave/Masters and their true role in this as their movement is simply too organized and too effective to not be backed by what they term as spiritually wicked and highly placed as well. “In a position where it can see all but none see it” he thinks as it clicks that he simply must continue his trek and see what he perceives from the peak of the next hill.
This time he moves different and entirely circumvents the village and moves through the natural elements instead and notes how no matter which languages, customs or traditions change the animals are always identical. He notes how one Valley venerates this animal as keeping it living generates more sustenance than dead as its energetics can be used to till the land well along with the milk it gifts whilst the other he passed through is far more arid in comparison and thus they eat its flesh freely because it would consume too much of their most precious and limited resources of liquid. “Its also strange” he says, out loud, to himself “How they hate other creatures for reasons similar” as he uses his expanded awareness, increased experience and first hand knowledge from his trek to build his own model of this realm he has been wandering.
Eventually he makes it to the peak of this new crest and discovers a settlement which surprises him. He’s given a warm welcome and notices how the people here are all multilingual and they greet him like a long lost friend. “You must have many questions, first, jump in the hot springs and relax whilst we prepare some food, just as you like it” says a woman in the familiar tones of his village. “Are these another evolution of the Slave/Masters?” he thinks as he is no longer quite as trusting after Witnessing their tricks and manipulation but soon is bathing and feels a sense of relief wash over him. He dries and then comes back to the encampment, freshly dressed, and sees they’ve prepared a feast to honor him.
“Welcome, we’re glad you made it. We’ve been waiting” says an old, wizened man in his own language as he motions him to sit next to him whilst filling his dish with a repast as sumptuous as it is simple. Throwing caution to the wind the Warrior dives in because, even if its poisoned and this is all a trick, he’s more than content to make this the end of his adventuring as he’s seen, been and Witnessed that which he never could’ve imagined and is at the point where the very idea of closing in and shrinking in the face of new imperience runs counter to the urging of the Psylense which says “Lets see what happens“.
The good times flow and he talks to all who are present and learns that they too, at some point, heard the call from within asked “What does all of this look like from the hill?” and set off on their own quest. A few are from his village, most of the rest are from those he passed as well as others he never suspected existed. A lot of them now speak each others language and they’ve built up their own little ecosystem and method of living which champions Inner Sense via the principle of Incremental Betterment as they share their lifes imperiences, perspectives and intuition whilst unravelling the narratives they’d been tricked to accept via the System and its programming of their awareness as they compare and contrast the difference between what they were told and what it is.
“We have to go back and tell the rest” he says “I can’t stand to see them suffering and miss out on the glory of this” whilst gesturing around at the community. The wise and wizened man says “We have often considered this but its nigh on impossible for only one motivated from within has the courage and motivation required to take the steps. Many have had their lights extinguished due to the nature of the programming and thus cling to the artificial illumination and its threats disguised as promise. Of course, this is expensive, not to mention unnatural but in that sense they bring it upon themselves for denying their own free will in exchange for accepting the short end of the stick they are often beaten with”. “That seems a bit defeatist” says the Warrior as he tries to take in this perspective and finds it doesn’t vibe with his wish. “Have you ever tried, I’m wondering” he asks as the man replies “Many times, my hairs didn’t get get gray from the sun shining on them” he states, with a grin “Upon reaching emancipation the Warrior within says “I must share this gift for those with the ears to listen” and will do whatever it takes to motivate another to come with but that, in itself, is the nature of the trap they set”. “The Slave/Masters?” he said. “Yes, correct. See they know the truth of this but they also know that fear is a powerful way of motivating and division is quite profitable as they built a business to harness the suffering of each village which is really just a tribe of men that were isolated and programmed to fear their own inner realms. Long, long ago when the mountains over which you’ve leapt were mere molehills in comparison they ensured there was constant warfare and conflict between these tribes due to their strange and foreign customs. Over time this sense of isolation and alienation was moulded into those peaks hence the dread within of facing them as they are simply reflections of their own ignorance. It takes a special kind of person to admit this and be willing to heed the challenge of setting off on a quest that promises nothing more than isolation because not everyone makes it so far or even survives their adventure, if the Slave/Masters are effective” he says.
“Why, why do they do this?” the Warrior asks, trying to make sense of the madness. “Why else? Power, position, control, influence. For them its just a Game, a way of passing the time whilst securing their reign as, back when, they profited from the conflicts and bet amongst themselves to see who could say the most ridiculous things and play gods to the Slaves as they venerate that which causes them pain by ignoring their own ancestors in exchange for the “one true faith” which varies by location. It really is quite slick, but also quite wicked. We’ve been wondering, as a collective, the intent and nature of this realm where its all freely sanctioned and accepted and can come up with nothing more than the manipulation of free will, training and how man is a creature that generally picks comfort over challenge”.
“So, its like placing them in a cage but the door is open. This learned helplessness makes them act like their Spirit is broken and thus they won’t make a run for it therefore they’re tacitly accepting all that they get therefore the supreme architects of their own suffering due to never questioning the narrative” the Warrior says as he sits letting the implications of this statement wash over his awareness. “Oh, wow, this really is something” he adds as the wizened nods his head “Yes, there are levels and levels to this Game that we’re playing and this is why we’re so grateful for your presence as its a fresh perspective as we attempt to solve the riddle of why its like this for everyones benefit”.
“How exactly can you do that when what they think is them actually isn’t but they don’t know the difference as they’ve lived their entire lives from a forced perspective and have no wish to dive into the shadows depth to the climb the hill out of the Valley they were born in?” he said. “Exactly” the wizened replied “Exactly. Just as we intuitively practice Incremental Betterment by adapting to the challenge we choose ourselves of our free will that led to this meeting of resonance they perform the inverse of gradual detriment which is a side effect of the disconnection from within and glow dimming this brings as they’re alienated from Inner Sense which leaves room for coping mechs and wholesale ignorance. Anything outside this automatically becomes a threat because a) they fear what they don’t comprehend and b) the Slave/Masters look after their investment as pirates of consciousness that steal the true lives of their adherents by shoveling BS as wisdom even though the generations attest that people are, were and thus will be suffering“. “Sounds like madness, the very definition of which is doing the same whilst expecting different” said the Warrior. “Exactly, exactly” the wizened reasoned “Its very effective because they know not they’re divided within and the outer simply represents the inner schism and because they lack the will to seek answers by delving beneath the surface the only choice left is to accept the existence of a living hostage”.
“What if we present them with an option? Sort of like leading by example?” the Warrior said. “We’ve tried that, back when. They were amused and entertained, treat him like a circus animal but nothing ever resonated within due to their armoring. The methods of the Opponent are very, very effective due to his grip upon their subconscious and the nature of his programming is to make it beyond questioning for that is a sin and you know the rest. Look at all the tricks they used to attempt to prevent you from realizing this and consider all of the strength the tests took as you gambled with your life, took a leap of faith and just kept falling till you realized you actually possessed wings and have been soaring since. Thing is those bound by their filters of perception simply cannot see what is right in front of them which is why they’re called Slaves as the terms describes them well due to seeing all forms of power (and thus redemption plus comprehension as well) as outside of them. Signs and symbols rules the world, not laws and men. In that respect they’re illiterate to which they pledge allegiance, even if that comes with a bill that will be collected via the frequencies siphoned”.
“The mind is mined…” the Warrior states, recollecting what set him off on this trip as it was, back when, during the period of instruction that he noticed the homophones of the tongue he was instructed in can say many things depending upon what you think. “That really is the problem, isn’t it? The fact that they think but do no such thing. Drunk on Thunking, accepting illusions as the real thing whilst in the midst of delusion due to the treachery and confusion of anothers whim that was in effect before they even manifested. There has to be a solution, there simply has to. I refuse to accept its impossible, after all its just another hill as I’ve came this far in the physical to discover the depth of the mental shadow within so the question now is how to bring life to that light that once shone within so they automatically intuit the difference by feeling…” He jumped up and started pacing “Of course, of course, thats it. Feeling. Feeling is the secret!” he said, turning to face the audience.
Till we meet again
