The journey had taken quite a while. Many lives had been spent in the maelstrom of confusion as the Soul of the chosen tried to make sense of himself, this realm and resonance therein. Some eras were spent in the grip of addiction and suffering. Others with rage unchecked. It is common to feel spent when one faces their last time wearing flesh. See, there is an intricate set of checks and balances when comes to this whole thing and to go into this would add way too much depth to this topic that is already pretty complicated. Unless you’ve lived it. Then you’ll feel what I mean, in an instant. Let me tell you how past spins are influencing your current incarnation:
The life and death of the talented addict showed you how you don’t need substances to develop strength as that generated the resilience and grit you currently possess which takes in the world through a sober lens and thus sees and feels way more than the average. In many ways this was the reason you escaped, back when, as you’d spent a life finely attuning your senses in secluded bliss. Then came the reality test. Anyone can meditate when they dwell in a forest and live off the land but lets see you maintain that Zen as you rush to your cubicle then back home again…
In another spin you raged. Against the machine, your fellow man, parents and anything else at hand. There was an unchecked fury of righteousness that you couldn’t quite place but felt, nonetheless. Your folks may have wrote you off as colicky or hard to settle and such things but the truth of the matter is you just didn’t fit in. At one point you tried to acquiesce but the lack of authentic made you wretch ergo you came to comprehend there is something very, very wrong with this realm.
After this you gained a temporary slice of bliss. Life was pretty perfect as so many elements were in balance. You got the girl, had a grin, created kids that were raised well and ticked the boxes society expects. Lets zoom in as you sit on the bench and take in the garden you’ve tended in this incarnation:
You turned to your wife, once young but now wrinkled yet still full of vim and said:
“Do you ever wonder about the bigger pic? Like why there is a planet and what the grand meaning is?”.
She shook her head. She was a staunch pragmatist and you knew this when you met for your head was spent in the clouds, frequent, and she was so grounded. The match was perfect. The tension, electric and attraction magnetic as well. You span and danced in both realms and everything just felt so correct. The thing is that, behind all of this, there was a nagging sense of illusion. Like something wasn’t entirely right with this sketch. You were a temperate fellow in many respects. Some would have stated a company man, par excellence. But, deep down within, there was something whirling, swirling and trying to make its presence felt. A mild mannered chap that everyone got on well with and the ones who knew well commented on his surprising depth as the surface belied none of this. You had no reason to rebel as life was quite spiff with many boxes ticked as you were remunerated well for your efforts, well respected and generally had very little in the way of stress. Then you died, were mindwiped and came to this life:
One that was two bus stops from Hell. You may have been born to parents, dysfunctional, whom you raised as they razed you instead. You accepted this as your developing mind could tell no different but, secretly, you yearned to escape their grip. Some of you did this by retreating into the lands of imagination, vivid. This was a gift you developed from the chemical untethering of your Soul from flesh, back when. Others ran into the arms of worlds, simulated, as they could use the distraction and flex control over tech. I’d bet a lot of you read, drew and constantly pushed the limits as well. School didn’t fit as it made no sense that they constantly repeated the sign of triangle into your head as you bumped against the glass limits of the shell that creates square watermelons, par excellence. At this point you may indulge as the teenages kick in. You will note that it took quite a lot of chosen beverage to even make a dint in your awareness and resonance. Why? Because you previously mastered this. Relationships will either constantly disappoint or not exist as you perpetually chase something quite perfect. And yet, you have no concrete image of what it is beyond a feeling in your chest that says:
“I’ll know when I find her”.
Temper can go in two directions. Some will give it a proper vent and hit the gym to pump iron instead. Others direct it in and become depressive instead as they mope around dressed in black listening to tunes that depress the heck out of them. And yet, it feels pretty good to them. Why? Because the outer world makes no sense. Let me let you into a little secret:
All of these lives are interlinked as you’ve been ran through Hamlets Mill in terms of cosmic influence in a process of constant refinement that manifest, now, as the chosen one who chose themselves. Note, there is no accreditation or official union that can bestow this. No, its a feeling. A slice of Gnosis. A hint from old spins that says:
The universe is impersonal, in that sense, but the youniverse that begets it, however, is quite intense as it Knows (capitalized) what ye came to do:
Change. Everything.
All bets are off because you clicked they pay out in false chips and deal from a stacked deck. The perfect relationship is that with Self for that manifests a connect with the Prime who pre-exists that is thee within the flesh. This is what you sought via hits, needles and pills ergo you overcame that riddle and click that to transcend a labyrinth simply turn left. And this you did, in this spin, and broke the bars of the Mind Made Prison and voice that talks, therein. Along the way you may have clicked that you can’t be it when you’re obviously that which listens and thus set off on your own Hero’s Quest to reconnect with that quiet place in your chest that is the true seat of consciousness. To the pretender in the midst you said:
“Vacate my throne. I’m coming home“.
As you set out to vanquish all foes and spectral threats that you inherited from your lineage. You are the chain breaker, my friend. You are the one that changes everything. Yes, the burden was immense and dumped when your shoulders were slim but such is life when its your last spin in this realm hence the things that draw others in hold about as much attraction as a magic trick when you know what the thaumaturge hides in his grip and the world seems paper thin. Plastic, even, for reality is what you can get away with ergo I’d be willing to bet that between now and then you’ve Soul searched at a depth that many would never, ever dare introspect and may have even filled countless journals to bursting with your observations as you clicked the outer world just does not get or dare step in to the shadows depth. More fools them, eh? Its the only way to bring enlightenment and thus you now sit, reading this:
Listen to me and listen well:
The world is changing. I stated this a few years ago and predicted that by Twenty Thirty Three it will be closer to the Jetsons than Flintstone era in which we live. Like anything there are layers to this hence the more accurate way of decoding the acronym of G.O.D is as generation, operation and destruction. I’ll let you guess where the collective sits, at present. You already know this as you’ve been on this Quest for generations and thus have been refining the process and stripping away the mess from the best. Yes, the process is painful. No, another cannot truly comprehend unless they too are taking the steps to create the Path themselves and it may also be your last spin as there is a grand exodus of elevated Souls, soon to happen, in which the collective frequency doth shift thanks to the dedicated selfless efforts of the few who comprehend that the only way to transcend the Matrix is to master themselves because, without thee, it doesn’t exist. This is why, now, I chose to push the pen like this for the alignment has just happened that will change everything and cause the balance of power to tip from them who oppressed to ye instead:
The liberator.
The Warrior.
The one man who makes a difference.
Gender, irrespective, its a just a term or spell, if you wish. Kind of like how you write with your right, eh? But then, magicians have rites as well… So much to see in the shadows depth when your third eye decodes well. Anyway, we are at time of greatness when the pages of history, unwrit, will attest that these thieves masquerading as kings fell and a common man rose from the midst with the fury of righteousness beaming out of him as he smacked sleep walking Souls out of their delusion and told them, yet again:
Some of these sentient candles will tremble in the wind. Others will comprehend that it makes perfect sense they’re the illumination that beams and not the wax, holding it in. Most simply will not comprehend. Square watermelons, recollect? Besides, they’re tuning in for their regularly scheduled programming which says:
“Soon there will robots to sex and you’ll never be lonely again as the algo laughs at your quips and says you’re the best but woe betide anyone who says they aren’t equal to carbon flesh and organic sentience as that man must be worse than Hitler himself”.
This is why they pushed the net to disconnect man from himself as he became entranced instead by false images filtered to death. Real world effects? Plastic surgery tits and BBLs that bought naturalness to an end. Its all to prep and pave the way from the Trans Humanism Revolution which says the ones at the helm don’t wish to relent their grip on the minds of men as they intend to extend to flesh instead ergo its a dsytopia waiting to happen because all they know is conflict and rivers of blood that run red. In these you place your faith, my friend? Of course not. Its why you felt rejected because you refused to acquiesce to the System and what it said.
Know you time is coming. Your rise is inevitable because your ancestors, upon high, want this. By that I mean they dwell in your flesh as electromagnetic currents hence the Fourth Dimension being made of vinyl mindset and what I said about the song of your Soul as well. Know this – We are seeing the blend of temporal power and spiritual strength. The latter wants nothing to do with this realm but must play the hand thats dealt. The former sees its presence as a threat for it knows its fakeness will be exposed, super quick. Kind of a like a crooked merchant in an isolated village that sold Faka-Cola to the denizens. What would happen if an out of towner made a trip with the real thing in his grip? One sip would tell, yes? That is whats coming, my friend.
You were born into this because the Game saw you had the strength to clear the karmas of your lineage and that is why life went as it did. Many didn’t make it to this point so if you’re still reading (and breathing) then congratulations as it simply attests at what I said. Bear no grudges, hate nobody else for they are aspects of thee you project. See them as teachers instead and the spiritual will assist in rearranging the physical in ways you simply cannot imagine as rags shift to rich to finally match your internal opulence. Now, they will listen. Now, they will hear. Now, they will feel. Times illusion will fall to reveal the unfinite within and thus expect mass disturbances across the planet to keep people locked in to the lowest octave so shine your light and raise a cry:
Embody the shift and hold that resonance for the rest as a beaming example of greatness. The calm in the midst of the storm. The unruffled feathers that glint with the shine of the peacocks tint that hints at gnosis of realms beyond this. You were made to do it, my friend. I believe in you so believe in Self for they are the same thing, in the end, as I’m an aspect of thee talking to a piece of my imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? That is why one should stretch their flesh as the flex allows one to bend around the bullets of injustice they sling and evade the Agents of this Matrix as they have their own mission as well. Remember, a movie without bad guys would be boring as hell for the protagonist and its only the pain and suffering, relinquished, that makes one coal a diamond…
Just be. Here. Now. In the moment. The only time that exists and the only era that connects in and beyond this realm to the source of everything and things will work out perfect. I know you’ve been putting the work in. If you hadn’t my readership wouldn’t have been steadily increasing since I started pushing the pen to send out a signal to the other Souls in this realm capable of looking within and knowing the shadows depth in order to embody their true radiance in times of false illumination. This is why I’m so confident in what I’ve said because A) there is no free will as B) reality follows a script and C) if deception was a one and done deal it wouldn’t take so many, so much, to invest in all that ignorance that needs to be repeated again and again. Truth is power and truth to power never goes over well but when the masses are discontent the bitterness seems sweet in comparison to the saccharine swill they’d accepted since back when. The times are, for certain, interesting. The threads you unraveled will now be rewoven with a greater precision and skill, all thanks to the gifts of your presence and how these powers were honed in past existences.
Life is a Choose Your own Adventure in the flesh ergo make the best decisions as the next nine months bring a rebirth of the individuated collective and thus we change the way we relate, within, and external as well. The past will speak in ways both subtle and blatant. Listen. If you haven’t yet learned how to sit still, then do this. Whilst you’re there reach for a candle and some scent and reconnect to the child within as well. Nine months, recollect? I had no idea I’d push the pen and transcribe this resonance when I leapt out of bed in the AM but, here it is. I know someone out there needed it and I share, boundless, for my cup overfloweth due to constant refreshment. Sober peak states is how I live and the gift just keeps on giving, my friend, for the coal era we transcend and shine like diamond in the flesh:
Perfect, brilliant and a compliment to the girls as well.
Its all changing. Can you feel it? The burden will be lifted. Its not yours to carry any more so realize this. What is false will be stripped so don’t try and grip the inauthentic. Relinquish and note that when old vibes do surface, do the same with them. Like movies on a screen, you aren’t the image but light that project and one who takes it in so don’t invest. Let go instead. By now you should be more than conversant in your inner realms and the glint of what shines with realness and comparison with fools gold, yes? “Render unto me what is mine and I release what is thine” helps no end when it come to discernment. Look back to Oh Seven, like I said in this text, as it will provide a hint about what kicks as you’ll see what you shouldered, without thinking, and how it went. Did you have a different impulse? A voice, almost silent, to which you didn’t listen as the noiZ was immense? Now is the time to make that shift and better decisions as well. I know you can do it. You do as well. You may have just needed to hear it as encouragement was lacking whilst developing. Know, it was like this to force resilience and look within. Remember thee with a life of perfect bliss that sat in the mid and never felt the need to test limits? That was the ultimate illusion. Had you not questioned, even in private, you’d have lived that as a retread again and again. The fact you’re read this attests you passed the test and that is why you were dealt what felt like a stacked hand from a rigged deck, my friend. Know that there is only so long these fakes can pretend and that is why there was a massive thing to make everyone play a Game of Simon Says in the flesh but many are now starting to click that its totally exhausting and thus seeking other options instead. The System will never furnish them. They will come from the depths of one who Knows the Ledge and shares his insight with the rest. Not as scriptural texts. No. Just a “Here’s what works for me” mindset. Take what works, leave the rest because second hand enlightenment is as much use as a man on an island of lesbians.
If you don’t catch the wave or are reading this in times hence then the repeat event will be from Twenty Forty Three as the simulation one can predict if they decode the heavens and their messages for there is a reason why atoms and cells hold so much in common, yes? The ancient Sages Knew this. Then the yuga dipped and now it offers promises of silicon bliss and the delusion this brings as we shift but, remember, it is simply one of many options so Know the Ledge, my friend.
Till we meet again
