You ask any human being what it is they truly seek and they’ll say with certainty “To be seen”. Granted, some will arrive there quickly whilst others will meander through various streams of consciousness, deceit and trickery to meet reality as it stands and expressed, succinctly:
“To be seen”.
If we spin back the clock and take it back to that stage in between baby and preteen we’ll find the same ideal writ large pon awareness:
“To be seen”.
Actually, if we’re keeping it a bean, since the advent of the net this has became the main mode of being when it those plugged in and that is because its designed to exploit various drives in your subconscious by hijacking them via pixels and notification that liberate the dopamine from within as other people attest the validity of your presence. Like beggars with golden bowls, unaware of what they possess. So many are set adrift in this realm as three words sing from their chest and motivate their actions:
“To be seen”.
Like me, loathe me, hate or reverie me but please notice I exist.
Celebrities are the worst specimens and also the perfect proof of this as the bright lights of Hollywood draws in their broken spirits to be further fragmented as they play roles within roles and thus forget themselves in the performance of a lifetime. A pimp once told me that that he never turned out a woman who hadn’t sought him out to play that position and those in the industry will attest to the veracity of this because the streets are the streets and tricks will remain tricks, no matter how big, or old, or obvious as that is why people fall for it.
“To be seen”.
“Make my life valid. Pay attention to my existence” are the words unsaid and yet perched on the lips of so many at this moment as they thirst for that which they can’t give themselves. Often these things can be traced back to childhood events, what else? After all “Give me the boy and I’ll show you the man” said the Jesuits and they’d know a thing or two about that, in the Biblical sense. Behold, we are sent as lambs among the wolves dressed in the flesh of the dead they killed as they pretend to protect but in reality are simply ensuring a steady supply of their own sustenance via the blood of innocents.
Hollywood too is built just like this. Its wild how many parents will pimp their childrens talent to these agents of darkness and illusion as well as those who were already lost and wash up on their doors willing to do whatever it takes to get in. That truly is the half of it as these people are adepts, in the magical sense, when it comes to weaving spells that play with your consciousness as theatricality and deception are their day to day. But its whats done in the shade that most intriguing and something those within will never reveal quick due to the oaths they’ve taken and threats of death against not only them but those they care about as well as their reputation and standing. In many ways the implicit threat is the destruction of all that exists to quench the thirst of the statement “To be seen” as it can be seen as an addendum, a cautionary tale. “To be seen… But not like this”.
How, exactly do you fight against someone or something that has a grip around your subconscious? Has plumbed your depths to a level you can’t even fathom? Knows your weakness and foibles? What turns you on and its imprints as well as having countless stooges as its disposal to act as beacons of resonance to draw you into your own destruction by presenting just a little of what it is you think you’re wanting?
They really have the Game sown up, I have to give them credit. They really have thought this through at great length with profound intellect but then I also know thats borrowed wisdom as these stool pigeons are puffed up on the strength and voltage they’ve been given by a proxy which acts through them at a distance. Its much like chess in that respect and we’re playing against straight up con artists who know every trick in the book as they wrote, authorized and canonized it. Its so demonic, friends.
That is actually the most accurate description and depiction of the man behind the curtain in that respect as its not flesh at all but something else. What was it that was said? Spiritually wicked and placed high appearing as light when in reality its darkness. Yes, that is quite perfect when you think about it. After all by their fruits shall ye know them and what does Hollywood bring but illusion for the masses by the use of lights flickering to modulate your consciousness.
“To be seen”.
Says the sexually abused girl as she dreams of a different type of attention whilst disassociating from the experience that ravages her flesh and fragments her awareness.
“To be seen”.
It repeats as she finds the same thing on the casting couch as she’s passed around the industry and greases more than the wheels of the machine with her body and its fluids.
“To be seen”.
Say the headlines as the beast rewards her for her compliance and makes her seem what she doesn’t feel and thus beams a beacon to those just as broken as she who repeat, internally:
“To be seen”.
That old pimp really had a point, don’t you think? Back then I couldn’t quite comprehend the gems he sprinkled in my awareness as I was truly still a child at the moment but curiosity is what it is and I couldn’t help but wonder about the nature of his business. “I never turned out a woman who hadn’t sought me out to play that position” he said “In that respect you get what you expect because you make it happen from a position of ignorance which is exploited, real quick, by those in the business of peddling flesh and selling illusions”.
He taught me that hoes don’t sell sex. Its not just mere friction but the illusion of companionship, resonance without rejection.
“To be seen”.
Could it be these three words run everything and not knowing the power within this spell is what lies as the root of so much suffering in a world designed to exploit this drive for its own best interests and profits. He once said “Everyone in everything gets pimped, in some respect. The only reason I’m telling you this is as fair warning because when it happens you’ll now have my experience to realize the trick before you become it as its easier to walk around the pit than try and climb out of it once you’ve fell in”.
To be seen, to be seen, to be seen.
Three little words that are both born of and can create such misery if they run unchecked, unquestioned and unexamined because should one choose to turn their mind within and ask who is it that wants to be seen, why it is they feel invisible and what are they asking from another they can’t grant to Self they’ll often find it traces back to events in childhood, where else?, that are most uncomfortable. Those who run shrieking from this abyss within which their inner child sits will never find the solution and thus be vulnerable to pimping which promises solutions for a percentage as long as you keep turning tricks and doing as they see fit.
“To be seen”.
As uttered by the you you once were and could be again. Not the Adulterated shell which is chewed up, used and spat out by the System for its own profit and benefit. Turn your attention within and allow yourself to feel the wounds gently weeping. Some of you reading will know just what I’m meaning, the rest will deny it and say they know no such thing and they are the ones who are truly suffering and most vulnerable as they are so disconnected. These words don’t bring comfort because they point at something quite wicked and almost universal. Its why only 8% of the populace have the strength to unleash the Warrior within and the rest are Slaves fashioned by the awareness of their Masters that steadily pimp them via religion, tech, business, distractions, entertainment or so many other things designed to keep them as far away as possible from their Inner Sense within that wants only one thing, expressed in triplicate:
“To be seen, to be heard, to be felt”.
Its amazing what you can perceive when you stop truncating and editing the signals that are attempting to wash into your consciousness from below the neck, but such is the nature of the Mind Made Prison that most refuse to accept they sit in as they’re so busy decorating it and making it comfortable as they serve another life sentence in the flesh.
Then to death and back again. What? You think its the first time you read this text? Guess again. Better yet, how could you tell? They play this realm like a harp from hell whilst, for the select, its heaven sent. What was Oz but an old man with some tricks? I’ve seen past the veil because I was razed behind the curtain so there are things that I click that others have never had the privilege ergo one honest man can make a legion of demons sweat in this age of lead, but then isn’t that a testament to my strength if I choose not to relent and step up instead? The rest is on you, my friend. I can only show you the Path. You must walk it.
This is what has them trembling each time they seem my emblem because I’m of a higher resonance. In, but not of. That much is for certain when you’re living Prime connected in which is the living testament of a truth I’ve termed Inner Sense. Accept nothing less… The Game it is a changing, friend. A few can no longer control the rest via artificial deceptiveness and demonic intentions which are as old as the hills and Empire that they keep reskinning. The first step to awakening is realize you’ve been sleeping then peep through the tricks they sling of mind control in the Matrix as you step up to the plate and actualize your true fate and change the Game for the rest, plugged in, as you glide to the exit at the end of this, your last spin, with every single box ticked and the world turning to a higher resonance.
Till we meet again
