You were born seated on a throne, my friend. One of one. Custom specced. Factory fresh. Never to be seen again. What happened? I’ll tell you, from my perspect:
The System.
The System is what shapes the minds of men from unfinite resonance and limitless potent into square watermelons, par excellence. First, it took your parents and molded them. Then you entered from stage left and felt its after effects. Soon, you had kids and thus the wheel doth spin upon the treadmill that furnishes but one mindset:
There it is. The peak of modern civilization, summed up in one sentence. Go ahead, tell me I am incorrect. That I’m a jaded malcontent whose disaffect is so intense that even emo teens think I should reign it in a bit. Maybe they’re right, who can tell? Or it could be the reason they purchase a wholesale identity off the shelf is because they secretly miss the throne that I mentioned, back when. See, that place is termed Inner Sense. It can never be lost, traded or stolen. Simply misplaced hence the ego tries to sell you what you already own. Ain’t that something? Listen, in life nothing is certain so there are no sure things so the odds are you can fail in everything so why not make that attempt in a field where you truly feel you fit? You will have to wrestle with the demons of the mind, among them:
Fear, uncertainty, doubt aka the egos glove puppets.
If you could peer inside your head and truly grok your processes whilst keeping a distance you’d crack a riotous grin and conclude (correctly) the whole world is malfunctioned. What do I mean by this? Well, lets pretend there is a zany sitcom that kicks that is written, starring and directed by your Self. You have around ten main playas which are all you in fancy dress. Chief among them is the time your personality split and you learned to acquiesce in order to keep your parents affection after you heard those two words that formed the death sentence to your inherent coherence:
“Stop crying“.
Exactly how does one do this? Go through the motions, give the old somatic wheels a spin. You will note a tightening of the jaw followed by a stifling of the breath, the isolated neck that attempts to downpress what you wished to reject with flowing tears and emotion. The rest I’ll let you fill in but this is the hallmark of the well know Stiff Upper Lip that, later on, manifests as “My back is giving me gyp” that then becomes stooped over with a stick. It is really, really slick. You have to hand it to the forces at the helm that designed the compression algorithm that turned the unfinite fount of Inner Sense into a trickle (double billed) you call Adulteration. Most people are miserable but they would rather die than admit this. They’ll yell and lament about things beyond their grip which is akin to having an itch then scratching a photo which, if you look at the Insta gen, is quite accurate. Stranger still is how we buy in and validate the deception… Sometimes you just have to tell Aunt Bunny her mustache needs a trim. Then you get the belt, yelled at and told this is incorrect. See how the lies are pervasive, my friend?
Your true talents and skills lay underneath so much conditioning that it is akin to breaking the house you’ve built to access the foundations. People do not want to do this. They’d rather plan their next purchase or how to create a little slice of comfort inside their own living hell. Many will actively resist pondering to this depth but I cannot help but think such things as the abyss, intuited, between the character I animate (at present) versus what I know is possible are an Alpha and Omega thing. And yet, if you decode the glyphs inside their ecosystem they tell:
“You were born a circle, without beginning or end that stepped into a world of straight lines and was told to get the point, instead”.
At least, that is what they said to me but I rejected their offering and learnt, instead, how to balance my chair on two legs. How is that for a life skill? Now, the purists could yell that I know not a thing for they placed Alpha at the head and Omega was the end but the truth of the matter is something else for this script derived from Phoenician and thus the first being last and the flip isn’t exactly how they said. “Aha!” yelled the Architect. Know the Ledge, my friend. Another way of looking at this is the square watermelon effect which shows you exactly how and when they pulled this trick by building invisible limits around your shell whilst developing. Never to be questioned. This is why the more educated you are the lower your resonance as all your credentials have proved is that you regurgitate on command, really well…
The ego tries to sell you what you already own. It truly is a wicked pimp. And yet, he has billions in his grip for the (false) self in the heads of a Muslim, Christian and atheist are all identical. Ain’t that something? In an interesting twist, if I were to pull the real Self all up out of them and hold them, hidden, how many Souls would be placed in my fist?
If you said “One” you are correct as we are all resonant aspects of the Prime who pre-exists but that is a whole nother topic… Seven hundred and so articles I’ve spilled ink and pushed the pen to say the same with differing tints. “And for what?” I’m wondering. Good question. Good question, my friend. See, if you don’t have self doubt and the ability to flex things then you are, by definition, rigid and stuck in an imitation of the life you truly want to be living. Most will fight to their death their right to subjugation which means that we may just have a secret S&M fascination… I’ll let you tell it when you consider the way life is, how many live and what they gleefully accept as “The way it is“. Me? I don’t have that problem. I enjoy cracking the whip, pun intended. The first one I made submit was the one termed (false) self and then the rest made so much sense. By the way, do you know why women are attracted to criminals who have nothing to give but disrespect and wild sex? Exactly this, my friend. Not many who run the pavement have a PhD in grip but they see the Game for what it is and elect to choose different. This rebellion is in them, off rip, neither school nor parents could beat it out of them. Wasn’t happening. Its also why they often display a quick wit, endless charm and are so magnetic as well. Because they’re natural watermelons in an artificial environment and thus they roll as they wish.
They already own what the ego wishes to sell:
The irony of thinking you can purchase this with centrally printed banknotes that are then sold, at interest, to a concept known as “government” is, frankly, ridiculous. Like I said, the whole planet is schiz and only the true nutters comprehend the shadows depth as they fall not for illusions. So they medicate them to hell. Ha! The irony is as amusing as tragic… Listen, nobody else in this world can define you but your Self. Anything else means miserable in fancy dress. Take a look at the rich and famous for proof of this as well as those who made it to the stars from the pavement as they lament:
“If only I knew now wasn’t what me then imagined…”.
The rest fill themselves full of pills and things to prevent this thought from materializing. Its a fix. A swizz. A con. A trick. The sooner this clicks the swifter you up your res and start asking the bigger questions. Like who keeps sending the prophets and who insists on killing them, dead? Why do we run around behind cults of personality that fight over the letter whilst crucifying the very Spirit of the intent? I think about these types of things, to the chagrin of the forces at the helm because the one thing about a spark of light in times of darkness is that it brings illumination. Try and tell that to the people, transfixed, like human moths to the black mirror in their grip. And yet, I persist. Like Mr Anderson. Let me give you starter for Zen:
Look at obstacles as challenges. Something that was custom built to generate more freedom by forcing you to face the ignorance that came to accept limits from what is, in essence, unfinite. Make the productive. Think like its a puzzle or Game, if you will. When it clicks and the lock opens I’m certain you’ll sport a grin. Fall down five, get up six. There is no failure, only feedback in this realm. After a bit it becomes a habit and you’re in the grip of Level Five thinking as you grasp a clearer pic.
The ego tries to sell you what you already own. How is that for a confidence trick? When you wish to make the leap from something predictable and boring to that which fills you with a thrill you’ll find the mind offering a massive list of what could go incorrect and the problems this would bring. What it will never, ever mention is all of the fun you’ll have discovering how the pieces fit and the sense of truly living as well as making a difference as you’ll be a beacon of inspiration not only for your kith and kin but anyone else who gets to Witness your resonance. One light shining in the darkness, recollect? It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to get started and this always begins with questions that you let the child within answer with a scrawled ink that contains revelations.
If you have had enough of being afraid, Twenty Twenty Six is the year to prove it because there is a storm coming from the heavens to reset the playing field, my friend. Expect not just a redress but reckoning as well as the Game is about to shift into a whole nother octave and wider resonance as more and more people awaken to the grift and up their resolution which brings about internal illumination, radiant health and all of the abundance that is your natural inheritance as an aspect of the Prime who pre-exists that is thee, wearing flesh.
Till we meet again
