Some of you have noted that there have been gaps between me tapping the keys and you reading screens in comparison to back when. This is intended. Its not part of some trick or such thing for I have too much respect for those that share their attention with me. No. It is something far more intricate:
The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension.
Recently, it was the same for me as well but when it clicks the rest just makes sense. Its like I said about upping your res, back when, as more and more detail drops in and now that I see my current spin as a mere link in a series of incarnations there is so much more to comprehend. Realize:
I walked this realm when the skies were purple tint and the sun never set.
I floated across the heavens and transversed temporal drifts to relink with kith and kin, long extinct, who proved the fourth dimension is made of vinyl to a Soul, wondering.
I was born in times you’re soon to witness when flesh is remixed as man and machine interlink and at the polar opposite where I was cradled in the arms of the village Shaman not long after incarnating to carry on his lineage even though our links were not flesh but spiritual.
All of this and more. So much more that mere words on a screen are akin to a description, vivid, by a thousand blind men describing a sunset the best they can attempt…
Have I gave in?
Have they finally broken my Spirit and reduced me to mere fragments of my potential?
I don’t know but I am willing to ponder it because there are still no limits in my head and thus no thoughts I will not allow my Self to think. Here is what I suspect kicks:
There are no strangers nor enemies in this realm for all are friends or teachers in fancy dress. At its most basic element it means that I am them and they are me, reflected aka figments of my imagination that are conspiring for me to awaken. Between the Prime from which we sprang (and are aspects of, in the flesh) there are forces in the mid that play their roles as well. Think of it as resonance. We are of the true light and thus yearn to reconnect. They are drawn to its absence instead. That is the matter with Spirit, my friend. Each has its own intelligence, form and function as well. Can sugar taste its own sweetness or does it need to build lips and a tongue to bring the sweet nectar of perfection into the highest state of expression? What if there is a moment of perfect balance, of realization, if you will, in which the seeker comprehends it is the seeking and what is sought – all in one instance? That glimpse of bliss is a hint of the eternal thus one can only deconstruct perfection into chaos, comprehend? Even that is intended for such is the cosmic dance to which we move and swing. Have you ever considered the symbolism of the trident, my friend? Its worth considering for one splits into three and that may just be the key behind every mystery and religion there ever is, was and will be…
I just wanted to thank you.
You. Yes, you, the one reading now. You’re pretty cool, you know? You may think:
“He doesn’t know me. Avast with this phony pandering!” but the truth of the matter is I know you really well for you are just another aspect of me, made manifest. I once used the metaphor of mercury to assist a man that was about to tip into the ocean of insanity. I told him to stare at his face in what reflects and how that was an apt metaphor for a singular consciousness made manifest as the myriad in this realm. He got it and thus averted depot injections in the rear end and became a mystic instead. Funny how that happens.
Anyway.
The lone coal screams in the darkness for the rest of the Souls around him that are wrapped in the same base carbon resonance don’t seem to detect the pressure that won’t relent but chases him since he stepped in. Time does its thing and, one day, he shines like a diamond. The problem now is they don’t comprehend his resonance. Some wish to ostracize. Others envy his presence. Many are compelled to form links with the bling as they find his shine so attractive. And yet, when he speaks they rarely get as they have not (yet) tread on the Path which one creates by taking steps. You, by virtue of reading this, have and will otherwise you would not have made it to this juncture. With that said:
There are no strangers or enemies in this realm. The people you incarnated with have been around you for ages. Not all of them are the same level and none will make the same progress. Like trees shed leaves so the fresh can bud again we are a process in full effect so be like the air which grasps not the bird that floats within but simply enjoy its presence and lament not its absence for it is simply a gift for all dwells within your consciousness and thus you are it, my friend:
An aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that created this realm that can seem like heaven or hell until one clicks they are the still point in the mid and this unfurls the vertical axis. I just wanted to thank you and say I believe in you and know you will win because you are made this way and thus its all to gain so be not lessened by lessons that once had you stressing as that is merely the coal being alchemized in higher realms to the diamond body can shine bright and ascend to act as a beacon to the rest in times of darkness. Fear not a thing for that is the greatest illusion which brings the thrill to the rollercoaster of this realm for matter without Spirit is not a thing but, imbued with its intelligence, it tends to develop a mind of its own; Mercury, reflected.
The wisdom of the heavens speaks in mans essence but even that is a mere riff on the ineffable presence I’ve termed the Psylense which is the primal tongue in which the most divine script never writ was first penned and one can read at any time they wish simply by attuning to its resonance. Achieve this in the flesh and you gain transcendence which is a hint that hypnotism is the thing, yes? Combine this nascent gnosis with the holy ghost of LSD trips that each baby comes with, standard equipped, and you may just comprehend how the Soul shifts from one spin to the next, gains a new story in an old head then ejects and reskins to do it all again for reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction. Like I said, matter and Spirit aka the whole heart and feather thing for thoughts are electric but feelings, magnetic.
From bliss, I came. In bliss, I am sustained. To bliss I shall return after this, my last sojourn in this realm. I don’t need a thing from you but have plenty to give for my cup overfloweth with the nectar of gnosis. Like the lips that were built to taste the sweetness, don’t let these seeds fall on the barren dirt of your concreted over consciousness but, instead, till those fields of ignorance and feel what underpins the sentiment. Feed and nurture this. The true muse is within. Anything else is akin to a spiritual Etch A Sketch whereas I’m wearing custom threads woven of ethereal silk as I paint word pictures in your chest. You can do this as well for thou art an aspect of me in other flesh hence why ancient civilizations did greet with bowed heads and palms pressed at pecs. We, these daze, believe what we can see and feel and thus a singular grip doth extend which, itself, is a hint of how far the race has fell but just because they’re running laps around a loop that paves the highway to hell and a heaven of make pretend where man meets silicon doesn’t mean you must partake or accept their invitation:
There are a great many things in this realm of which a wise man may choose to remain ignorant. On the flip, there are a few gifts that are essential for any aspirant:
Breathe.
Its a pretty spiffing thing, don’t you think? Done to excess with circular links and one swiftly trips the light fantastic and undoes the hypnotic trance to get back to be baby brain aka deprogramming. Yes, its a slower lift but the effects are cumulative. Like doing ten press ups, ten squats and ten sit ups on the reg. Compare the mode, mind and flesh of one who maintains this discipline from the moment they gained conceptuals versus one who skipped this step, satiates the flesh to excess then injects a massive dose of Tren and pumps iron without relent for a few summers flex. The difference should be Self evident, yes? One possess a quiet strength that only increases, without limit, whereas the other goes beyond that which most can comprehend but then oscillates to the other end:
Constantly missing that state of equilibrium. This is the difference between bloom and bust, my friend, and the realm, at present, makes saccharine seem attractive for they mimic what they cannot best then make it seem oh so perfect. The true beauty of this world is beyond your comprehension but before you can see what it is you must accept the filth that cakes your third eye, currently hid. Scrape this off and you’ll get my drift so spread your wings and fly, high beyond the surly limits of ignorance for one doesn’t become good by fighting evil but by not feeding it so it must, in the end, consume itself. On the flip, if there a light, unfinite, it would need the darkness of limits to best share its gifts ergo there are layers to all of this and it just so happens you’re reading this tome of luminescence on a stage most dense so it is what it is:
Perfect.
The true beauty of this world may be beyond your comprehension but if, like me, you are willing to admit your ignorance I’m certain you’ll see it as well and then you may be inspired to share your visions which make mine seem like mere rudiments for without you to Witness the potent remains latent which is akin to a tree falling in a forest with no ears to actualize the resonance so take this gift, process and shift, stretch across a canvas and paint a picture of a sun that never sets against skies of a purple tint in which the music of the spheres is heard, up close and personal as the people don’t walk and talk but dance and sing instead. Where “Each one, teach one” is the mindset and our conflict was of the intellect with the intent of uplifting the next by highlighting something just beyond what they could currently comprehend as these rising tides of collective consciousness insured each gen was better in tune with the unfinite… James said that blind men can see it and its telling the song has no words because it hints that Stevie did and thus he penned this composition to render explicit his third eye visions:
From the depths of my Soul via the Prince in the flesh: I wish you all the very best along with the strength to excel in the face of every test as you remember, my friend, that you are the shine within the diamond that can never be dimmed for you are unfinite, eternal and pre-exist.
Till we meet again
