For many this tract may feel like a diss for they hold so many things as sacrosanct and thus beyond question but let me ask you this:
If one were engaged in a Game against a devious scamp that used every trick in the book to keep you on the hook of ignorance in order to prevent your feet touching the hallowed ground of wisdom. Would you rather know now or when you’re dead?
That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question because the thing about the Prime connection of your Spirit is that it is identical to that of a jit around the ages of four to seven:
Curious as hell about everything and a totally fresh breath from heaven that steps into this realm overflowing with questions. Note how they accept naught on spec and readily reality test? Even if that means sticking a fork into a socket. Thats just the way it is. And could be again. Not the electrocution bit, the curiosity is that of which I’m speaking for you all agree you inherited your eye color from your parents, yes? Well, what else came along with this sketch?
See this text about the bundle for a hint then see if you’re ready to accept the challenge of questioning everything you accepted as a “fact”. You may just be surprised to discover it isn’t or could be but only as the merest fragment of a much bigger, awe inspiring pic. Take this mysterious thing known as “god” in this realm. Sure are a lot of deaths in “his” name, yes? Who commits the killing? Why, its human beings. How is that for a starter for ten? Why? Because their duck god must claim supremacy over the fake rabbit who pretends to be the one true thing. Its a tale as old as time itself and even that, if we examine, is a huge fib. For example:
Only now exists.
That means the now’s that have been we string into a narrative called “past” and the ones yet to kick we call the “future” instead. And yet, from now you can beam to any one of these places, in an instant. Isn’t that interesting? If you look at a child they are totally here, now. They use both sides of their head and have a full body resonance which manifests their pure Inner Sense in this realm as they run around playing. That is god, my friend. And you are it. It needs no religious texts, scripts or pulpits as they are merely vehicles for profit generation via the manipulation of prophets sayings by men. I know, the truth is bitter as hell but that is only because lies, familiar, are sweet saccharine. The devil is the voice in your head that, at present, says “Pay no heed to this BS. I am thee and thee are me” which is a massive fib you can disprove, if you wish, by asking one simple question:
How can you be the voice in your head when you are obviously that which listens?
Aha!
Question everything you accept as fact and the repetitive laps you’ve done around a track, predictable, since twenty six will shift and open an octave as the vicious circle loosens the grip of the square around it and both blend to reveal the gold spiral that ascends. That is what we’re all seeking, in the end. Some call it “heaven” but if you say that word flipped it reveals when most will get that golden ticket because all of the things said in text and rituals with the rest are earthbound things hence “Be as little children” aka pure Inner Sense. The rest is total Adulteration and thus lies need constant reinforcement and false gods demand bloodshed. The thing is, the best fibs contain ninety nine percent of what is correct but presented in a way designed to skew your perspective. For example:
I was standing on the pavement discussing the practical metaphysics of hemispheric dominance and its subjective effects on consciousness but, to keep it interesting, was reffing the crucifixion as most people are well aware of this concept. Even if they don’t know its actually about them, at present. The parable went:
“Jesus was hung on a cross pon the hill with two thieves either side of him. One wicked, the other repentant. You’ll note the bad guy was constantly jibber jabbering telling Christ he ain’t nothing etc etc whilst the other got the message. Well, thats your consciousness. Before that voice started talking you were constantly drawing, dancing and singing. Super creative. That was when Christ within, lived. Then your parents, emotionally dead, sent you off to the nearest concentration camp for schooling. You know thats a term they use for fish, yes? Well, how invisible is water to them, would you guess? That is how hard it is to spot the tricks of the predator of consciousness that, daily, crucifies your potential. But, lets pretend one pokes their head above the surface or spreads its wings of which most are ignorant they’ll rapidly come to another conclusion that something is definitely missing from whatever they poured in their heads, back when, as they were trained to run around a maze made of glass that is thus hard to see but most certainly felt when bashed against. The kids that don’t graze a thing and regurgitate on the test are well equipped and totally conditioned to miss it and thus congratulated by not only the voice in their head but System that erected it as well. The ones who wish to go some place else and find obstacles instead are labeled as disruptive and possibly medicated against their will. Some don’t relent and chip or smash the glass into bits. They’re the schizofish as suddenly they’re aware of the fact that there are nets, trawling and a huge maze, sprawling, which signals another intent that, somehow, feeds upon them…”.
After this I requested said denizens should go use their hand, opposite, for the next three to six rays and see what happens. Most reported it felt mad awkward and ditched the imperiment. Others persisted and one commented something of interest:
“Man, listen to this. So, I did what you said, yeah, and you know how I’ve been trying to quit cigs? Well, they sort of tailed off themselves as it was no longer an automatic thing of raising one to my lips and lighting up as I had to think how to grip etc etc and then I’d be like “Why am I doing this?” and no longer wanted a hit. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it?”.
At this point I threw him a bag of pills and told him to ingest three to six of them per day and watch the cravings evaporate. And they did. The concoction? N-Acetyl-Cystine. Works really well with the anxious as well. I shared this as a real world example of what kicks when you ask questions and do something different. Many are genuinely not ready for this as they don’t wish to be happy but correct. The thing is, ignorance weighs like an anvil of beliefs whilst curiosity is feather weight and free. This is also the key to manual dexterity as you’ll note that old peeps are hunched over and shuffling. This is due to the immense weight of Adulteration and seeing what they expect and has nothing to do with aging for there are tribals which still live to be super spry and fit well beyond eighty six. The difference between them and modern man is they are not disconnected from nature, the planet and elements for they see it as an immense garden which they are caretaking. Obviously, this is not what the corporate interests want you to think hence things are designed to break quick so you replace them and make the tills ring and throw the rest in a landfill. The other end of the pitch is the Industrial Rev that turned men to machines and, you guessed it, school was part of the deal with its box ticking and no second guessing Game of Simon Says whilst religion was the OG blueprint of mind control in this realm hence the “divine” right of kings and the rest. Like I said, not a diss to your beliefs or anything and its telling how every single creed had its sects of rebels that went beyond hearing tales of touching the hem and wanted to kiss the face of the ineffable and they, to a man, came back to tell the rest:
“He is me. I am him. You as well. There is one Prime who pre-exists and we are it, wearing flesh as we wander around this planet looking for what is doing the seeking!”.
When I say this I’m not quoting anothers lex or Ctrl C, Ctrl V’ing a statement I read some place else but sharing the gnosis I gained by dying and coming back again. Since then I’ve engineered various methods for shaking off the chains of ignorance that I’ll be sharing, forthwith, as the people certainly need it for, either way, the apocalypse will happen. With or without the squatter man dancing in the heavens as the 1% run to the hills and bunkers they’ve built only to emerge in a few gen as the new “gods” of man as they fly a drone overhead, take in the antics of a village then issue a booming edict:
“He did this, she said that. We see everything and are legion. Most powerful. Accept us as the one to worship and we’ll furnish you with the knowledge of harvesting along with the fine skills of booty shaking and makeup as well“.
Then they dip. The people are in a tizz as they’ve been reduced to mass ignorance since the day the sky fell for they know not what plant does which nor how to fix their ignorance as their ancestors were totally dependent on a false System that no longer exists. One night an immense voice belts from everywhere at once as a light show descends that turns P to AM and says:
“Very well. You have not made a decision and for this we shall punish for we are vengeful. Behold, we have the power to make the sun rise at night and tomorrow we shall extinguish that light from your skies as well”.
And they did. Except it was an eclipse they knew was coming and took credit for the appearance to scare the natives to submit. Now tell me, my friend, when Zardoz comes back for another spin and seeks a few fine virgins made as an offering along with their worship – do you think anyone would reject? I’ll let you tell it but all I’m saying is how, to us, the above seems not only possible but inevitable as it would be quite easy to trick a beleaguered populace that knows not what hit by using currently off the shelf tech that was stashed in bunkers in which the rich hid and rode out the storm that rearranged the planet only to pop up as “gods” again as they shared what the rest forget then set one against the next and profited from the rivers that run red. Into this the Prime sends real prophets with a message, genuine, and I’ll let you guess who kills them and inverts what they said as they await the next cataclysm from the heavens. Hey, I could be incorrect. I’m just asking questions, imagining and pondering. By the way, did you know the first “gods” of this realm were nearly all linked with the Trickster myth? By their fruits shall ye know them hence why the Apple is pre-bit and Siri (flip it) intends to sit in your childs iris to bring Techno Sapiens to this realm. Same pimp. Different tricks. 8 billion living hostages who will kill to protect what is exploiting them in life to death and back again… And in case you think this is a diss, recollect as I quote a line from each of the big three currently at each others necks:
“We are closer to thee than thine jugular vein“.
“What is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow man. That is the whole Torah; the rest is mere words; go and learn“.
“Know ye not that ye are gods?“.
Ninety nine percent truth with one massive fib thrown in… Be the difference that makes the difference and Know the Ledge, my friend. It doesn’t just apply to religious conflict but every single thing you accept that was etched in your head since back when. Update your internal OS so your children inherit more than yesterdays ignorance because your parents didn’t and this is the world they built.
Till we meet again
