You word is a sword
your life is the tome
that reflects back
in flesh and bone
the scripts that you etched
way back when.
Some of them serve you
others
someone else.
Weaknesses become strength
when you dare admit
they exist
without this
you’re selling dreams
that people buy
real well.
The image in the mirror
is only a reflect
thats flipped
then edited
by the brain in your head
so its a total fib
but if they make the lie big
and repeat it often
then best believe
the voice in your dome
is holding your force hostage.
Your word is a sword
and this goes
times ten
for the narrative within
so grab a pad and pen
and write down your statements
for a day
then look back at them.
Most wouldn’t treat
a friend like this
and yet they do
to themselves.
Sad, isn’t it?
The great thing is
that you
reading this
can Know the Ledge
and choose something else
because the subconscious gives
not a single F
about anything beyond
replaying old Patterns.
This is why they say
the Spirit has a will
that wants a stack of bills
shiny whip
and big house on the hill
with loads of women friends
and acclaim for your skills
but the flesh…
the flesh says something else
and points at events
from back when
then shakes its head.
Know why?
Because your parents didn’t gift
this wisdom
whilst developing.
Instead they etched the same
they also gained
in a massive link of ignorance
that stretches to way back when
the first member of your team
decided to fit in
and sacrifice their resonance
to gain acceptance instead.
Don’t feel bad, my friend
the System is built on this
and its why the first schizophrenic
was also attempting to change things
before they said he’d flipped his lid
for even daring to suggest
that something very sketch
is happening in this realm.
The oddest thing is
From James Tilly to present
each and every nutter
has said the same thing
and got identical treatment.
Everyone is outsane
the nutter sits within
the only correct perspect
as it takes a guess
correct
that long, long ago
one flew over the cuckoos nest
and made this realm what it is.
Your word is a sword
and repetition hones the edge
but don’t believe what I said
instead
pick up that pad and pen
and retrace your life steps
using the timeline effect
and you’ll spot what I said
and how this was all pre-etched
but like Flammarion doth hint:
There is something beyond this.
You.
Your unfinite presence.
The Soul that beams in
and animates the bag of flesh
you use to interact with this realm.
Wheels within wheels
hide schemes within schemes
where tension balances
the triple beam
of who you is
and you Know
you’re capable of being.
School won’t tell these things
and neither will anyone else
at any depth
fewer still will listen
and maybe one will take the steps.
I write like this
because I’ve put the work in
and
let me tell
its lonely
on top of the hill
as you stare down
at the valley of the plebs
and wonder
“What the F?”
as you take the scene in.
Look at the world as it is
with its image selling twist
in which pictures are filtered
and curated
to share lives they don’t live.
The seals are well trained
and clap on command
to bring in
the dopamine hits
for one who fronts on the web
hence
to the truth
they’re allergic and will yell
“Death to the infidel!“
for daring to suggest
it isn’t what they said
but thats the mob head
speaking via their lips
for the B.E.A.S.T is a machine
and
by the way
that acronym
means Buy Everything
And Stop Thinking.
Tell me I’m lying
better yet
try and prove me incorrect
this is why I said
way back when
that three days
alone and by your Self
with the most basic sustenance
and nothing digital
will shed light on the hostage
and the tricks of the mind they used
to fence him in
to run a treadmill.
From life to death
and back again
for another spin
of the exact same thing.
I mean
how many times
do you think you’ve read this text?
Isn’t that the 8 billion
Soul question, my friend?
I think it is
matter of fact, I’m certain.
Why?
Because the proof is evident
when the veil of ignorance
has been ripped from your eyes
and you see the Game for what it is.
Know that we’re on a stage
that is as base as lead
and if you’re still reading this text
then congratulations, my friend
as you’ve proved you’re capable
of awakening
and applying the Matrix mindset
whilst in the flesh
because what I’m decoding in this text
is not even hid
as its in front of your lids
but you’ve been trained
since back when
to become a square watermelon instead.
This is why you feel the tension
the stress you won’t admit
that needs a drink, drug or pill
to help take off the edge
and why its nine to five
as eight to six may just kill a bish.
Yes, they know the Game
for they built it well.
A pimp once told me
way back when
as a jit
that what his brings to this realm
is nothing else but the government
just in a local thing
for his girls came to him
of their own free will
as he offered what they need
and thus as he said:
“The Game is totally mental
and I mean that in both terms
but these herbs won’t comprehend
as its way beyond their ken
as they accept the script
and do what Simon Says
but I peeped what he does
with the tax on the taxes of your taxes
type of thing
then sat back and chilled
as I spoke the lyrics:
“What always sells?
Never has a recession
or dips?
Gives not a single F
about what people pretend
but simultaneously scratches and itch
that is essential to all that live?””.
And thus was the genesis
that made him purvey flesh
but
beyond this
he was a student of the ment
and how it can be shaped
controlled and molded
by whatever one says
and another accepts
because the theater of the mind
runs a private show in your head
where you’re the audience
and actor who performs
to a script he did accept
as he never stopped to question
any of the things that I’ve said.
Just another street parable
mixed with a practically metaphysic tint
because no one will ever give
the education needed to overthrow them
as they’re comfortably living well
whilst your brow sweats and tears are shed
because crime doesn’t pay, my friend
it collects instead.
Every one of these girls
he put on the strip
had traumatic events back when
they’d rather pretend didn’t exist
as they built an identity on top of it
designed to hide
deep within
but they lived, happily
in the house he bought them
and competed among themselves
to bring in the most dividends
and his job, in the end
was state management.
How did he achieve this?
The same way the 1%
control the rest of this realm:
With flickering images
and shadows that project
an ever shifting threat
from which only they can protect.
Quick moments of bliss
with lots of boredom and stress
thrown in
whilst you trade your natural presence
to enrich someone else.
The sword in the stone encodes
the word and tone
and two hidden serpents as well
that the ancients termed
Ida and Pingala
way back when.
In the mid?
The vertical axis
very narrow and unlit
its strictly for live men
and not freshmen
so if you don’t have the minerals
then say “Hell no”
because on each other side
sits fractured mental health
but if you’re pressed to the edge
and totally ignorant of all of this
you’ll happily repress
and never question the narrative.
From life to death
and back again
the grift never ends.
Machiavelli once said:
“States are not maintained by words”
and had this etched on a blade as well.
Telling, yes?
That steel may have rusted
but his thoughts are eternal
as are these words from the Prince
who lives his lyrics
as he Knows the Ledge
and in a world
counterfeit
the really real are a threat
to the forces at the helm
that sell reels and spells
to anyone who’ll buy them
with all the money thats fit to print
for these paper slips
people trade their existence.
Ah, its a beautiful trick
which is why its also said
that the pen is mightier
than the sword
in the end
because its an extension
of the same thing
ergo the medium and message
I’m beaming
via the internet
is designed to awaken
the Warrior within
who is
in the end
the child you
from back when
that was taught to sit still
look ahead
and do well on the test
as they etched the image
of a pyramid that said:
“One sits at the head.
You must listen to him
and the edicts he sells
via the curriculum
your teachers will pour in.
He who repeats
does well on the test
and finds a world built
for them to slot right in”.
Krishnamurtis rebuttal
is concise and swift
for he stated, with his usual eloquence
that it is no measure
of mental health
to be well adjusted
to profound social sickness
so who, exactly,
are you trying to keep up with
and what do you hope to gain
at the end of this quest
because if the goal includes approval
that comes from someone else
then let me spoil the twist:
If it did
then billionaires and celebs
wouldn’t still line up for the hit
that validation brings.
I mean, just look at COVID
and how they were clucking
for a fix as they bleat and tweet
a script, identical:
“We’re all in this so lets sing for a bit”.
What was never stated
out loud
hinted something else:
“Look at me.
Please prove that I exist.
Tell me that I’m special
Then all of this will be worth it.
I need you to reflect
the image that I sell
because, deep down within
I truly don’t believe
so I stroll down the strip
and ply my trade
with this realm“.
Am I lying or speaking genuine?
I’ll let you tell, my friend.
In the interim
recollect what I said
and watch what your lips said
then monitor whats within
as you trace back its origin
with a simple question that says:
“When did I first think like this?“.
What was the feeling that left the imprint?
Feel it now
in the present
with all of your awareness
and then don’t be surprised
if your eyes get wet with a sting
as the tumult of suppression
shakes the foundations of the building
I call the (false) self.
The good news is
this marks an awakening
from which you can never doze again
as you see the code to the Matrix
and eventually
the Architect as well.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend
but the most paradoxical point is
that without your resonance
none of this exists.
How is that for a head trip
built on infinite recursion?
Till we meet again
