Its lonely where I’m at because nobody else sees my thesis. Not yet at its apex for its still a work in progress that, every ray, is upgraded in res. The components are alive, fluid and vivid. The diametric opposite of what kicks in the internal OS of those who accept the “Sit still, look ahead” programming that was poured in, back when. Square watermelons, I call them. But the Warrior – he is born to rebel. I learned two things from my sojourn in the various camps of concentration:
How to balance my chair on two legs and staring at the back of someones head till they turned and looked at me.
The rest was irrelevant as it only prepped thee to be a cog in the System, invisible. My grand theory? Well, I posit that consciousness is all there is and we are it, wearing flesh. I used the meta of a canvas splashed with ink in this text and that, my friend, is what you call your self concept aka John of House Smith. It isn’t accurate. No, more like a bad habit that forms the neuronal patterns of activation known as your DMN. A telling acronym, yes? The Default Mode Network is akin to a mask you’ve been wearing for so long that you real skin and true visage are obscured by it. Remove it and people yelp. Take enough shrooms and ego death do kick which is its temporary dissolution or shave your head, don a robe and think of nothing for a bit and the same things happens. They call it transcendence which strongly suggests that man has been hypnotized, yes? Its totally accurate. I mean did you know a babies brainwaves on stepping in are the same as the Adulterated version under the influence of a hallucinogen? Better yet, a few years hence, they shift into Theta waves which is linked, yet again, with profound hypnosis.
Put these bits together and what do you get?
Yes. A mechanical existence aka the Click-Whirr effect in which the left hemisphere of your head (held hostage by the predator of consciousness) rearranges the chairs on deck as the Titanic doth sink further into ignorance. Imagine the ship had some speedboats that could become rocketpacks as well. What then? If nobody else acted like anything was amiss as the plus side, body positive model sings (off key) with as much Autotune as you can handle who would think different? Only a madman or fool. Ironic how this is the first card in the Tarot deck and symbolism therein, yes? See, we are all, each and every one, on a Hero’s Quest whose aim is transcendence. There is that word again! Remember how I said they’re thoughts held hostage? Consider this when thinking about the common link between every religion that exists and loads of myths as well because if things weren’t super sketch when it came to wearing flesh in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits then why the F would some place else send prophets then? Ponder this, my friend, and reality rearranges itself into something like this:
We are gods wrapped in ignorance that were raised via false mothers who offered tainted milk and then sent into a world, cold and unfeeling, hence the square watermelon effect. See why I said its lonely as heck thinking like this and why my spherical form seems to present a sharp edge taken as a threat by those sitting in cubicles, thinking:
“One day I’ll do it. Until then, its got to perfect” as they sketch their ideal on a napkin in between rounds of shift work and ass kissing for ascent up the corporate pyramid. Life is what kicks when you’re busy doing other things then so, like Ferris said, stop and look for a bit or you may miss the gift of the present moment that was always there for unwrapping…
Basically, the human race has been selectively been numbed and dumbed by a force that may not be of this realm but certainly has a specific intent. That may sound pretty wild but PKD posited VALIS and then never said if he reffed the Prime itself, an alien consciousness or techno tricks with silicon wings and a whimsical bent along with the possibility that the protagonist may simply be off his head and in need of meds. Part autobiography and the rest exploration of Self it was his most visionary novel when it came to the Two-Three-Seventy Four event in which a fish sent a laser beam at his third eye that caused hm to detect a birth defect in his son who was saved by this psychic prognosis when the Doctor decided to relent and check to see if he was correct. Another real world sync is the legend of Patient AB who, out of the blue, heard voices from a neuroscientist spirit that said:
“Be not afraid” and then went on to detail her inflamed brain stem and other problems that needed a fix. Deciding to listen she followed its whims and, wouldn’t you know it, they were correct. Again. After this they said thanks and left. The end. Or is it the beginning of a new frontier worthy of examination that science, at present, totally rejects but each ancient culture, back when, took as Self evident. John Lilly went into the shadows depth with his work on dolphin intelligence but his adventure needs its own text as its wacky as hell but, once again, most discount it. This brings us to Jung who spent sixteen years, inspired by vivid dreams, creating the work we know as the Red Book, back when. He never intended it to be published as he feared it would tear his rep and credibility of psychology itself to shreds. Remember, science advances one funeral at a time which strongly suggests there are none so blind as the ones with closed minds that believe, fervently, their “god” is true. With that said, lets pull up a pew and talk for a few on CGs trip into the depths of his awareness and what he found, therein:
There is one common thread between my Self, he and PKD which can be summed up best with the spell “overwhelm“. Once you’ve got familiar with the shadows depth its painfully obvious that the you you once invested in as the sum total of excellence is actually an Untermensch with a massive ego complex that tells huge fibs about its specialness. What he encountered in his shadow aspects were parts of him, distinct, and loads of others as well. Read that back again. Autonomous agents of awareness with their own agenda and intelligence. Some of them, like Philemon, were way smarter than him and assisted in teaching things way beyond his ken whilst Salome, Elijah and the Red One had their own roles as well that seemed totally independent of him but, somehow, subtly interlinked. A modern sync I found of interest is how many people on DMT trips meet the same blue woman that emits a radiance of beatific intelligence but, of most interest, is the common thread of anamnesis in which the seemingly new is what you actually Knew, really well, before the veil of flesh fell and made you believe the story in your head. From this lens the so called schiz is but a malfunctioning mystic that drowns in the currents of higher consciousness where the Shaman swims. Its also telling how this malady went full tilt at the same time the Ind Rev attempted to make cogs of men to fit into a bigger pic as designed by an architect who thinks a few gens ahead. Make of that what you will…
PKD made this vid way before Bill & Ted took a trip and the whole world laughed at him:
And yet, to us now, it seems eerily prescient. Recollect he penned the realm in which we’re about to live with digital totalitarianism and faked out synthetic bliss plus robots masquerading as human along with VR as well the best:
That information is alive and the main thing. Its all about how you interpret it aka your resolution. This is the basic framework of the Simulation Hypothesis and I am almost certain its totally accurate as I died and came back again which strongly suggests we’re immortals wearing flesh, yes? The Gnosis came in immense chunks of datasets that then took extended periods of isolation and cogitation as I booked sober trips into the depths of my subconscious and met, wouldn’t you know it, autonomous agents with their own intent as well as past life things and whole loads of bits I’ve detailed in articles. I will state that, at this point, I was unaware of the Red Book and had read maybe a handful of PKDs thoughts on the topic. There is good reason for this as I’d deduced the (false) self is a great mimic and, worse still, it can pimp an unaware consciousness with its tricks hence why I’ve met (and irritated) loads of drug fueled “bodhisattvas” who truly believe their rubrik without a trace of the ironic as they watched some youtube vids about a dude talking about the Book of the Dead and then they lit their pipe and felt the vibes shift as they saw exactly what they expected. After my NDE I looked into this field religiously, both in the literal and speculative sense, and found that the iconography was identical with followers of the Middle Way seeing Budes as well as Jewish dudes and ettes that met Jesus himself and Knew, with every aspect of their being, that he was He along with Hindus meeting their icons as well. Common in all of this was what I’ve termed the Be Kind, Rewind effect where you get the iconography of the tunnel, a light at the end, boundless affection and people awaiting your presence but before this kicks your life does a backspin like a Korean B-Boy wearing a Kangol, Gazelles and Cazal frames may actually be the same Soul that lived in the Mecca of Hip Hop, back when and is simply reanimating the gifts as the Soul has no color or religious script, as far as I can tell, but we carry these impressions within from one life to the next.
I found answers in the Vedic texts as they sketched Samskaras that are said imprints that are the main cause of reincarnation which made so much sense but what totally flipped my lid was the realization that your ancestors live within and the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl hence this spin being a sampled record built of bits of other trips so, for example, the B-Boy could recollect his Bronx born existence that fuels his passion for head spins but, during the day, he works in info tech as a data analyst from which he blows off steam and vents with a dose of Ketamine in which his mind drifts into the abyss of nothingness which was something he Knew, really well, in another life as a Shamans apprentice. Its all interlinked hence the name of this text is going beyond the Red Book & Exegesis as both Jung and PKD were visionaries in this lane yet both hesitant as the world in which they lived was so different. I am privileged to exist now as I get to stand on the shoulders of giants after trips to the depths of my awareness where I found pathnotes identical but with no Ctrl C, Ctrl V effect as I read them after I’d made my sketch when I was trying to find views that contradict my mindset hence why I suggest that thee, my friend, believe not a thing I’ve said but instead commence your own spiritual awakening then share what you find with me as, unlike those who came previously, I have no sponsorships or concerns about peoples statements on my mental health (or lack therein) as one of the best things about gaining Gnosis is you give not a single F about what another thinks as they are, in the end, projections of Self which is a totally mind bending concept to get but once it clicks things are super simple from then on hence.
This entire site is, like my life, a continual work in progress. I recently started making vids to distill my visions into smaller pieces for the masses to digest and said in this bit that I sometimes read back something I penned, back when, and grin at how accurate it is and what it said about things that hadn’t happened yet but it all makes sense in retrospect. Here’s a prediction:
In the next fifty years we’ll see people move away from tech as they get its fake as hell so they’ll crave the really real again. This will lead to a renaissance of the genuine and folks will begin to see the mysteries that abound around them whilst tapping in to subtle realms as we get that death doesn’t exist ergo the taxes they pimp from all the money thats fit to print is an immense swizz designed to keep people in sync to a calendar that, itself, is suspiciously skew whiff. I mean, from Septus till Deca its seven to ten but they’re months nine through twelve instead? What the F? Why do we celebrate the birth of Christ on December Twenty Fifth when the still living Coptic tradition places it on Nine Eleven instead and, get this, the book of Revelation with its astrology encoded in verifies this as the sky cannot lie but we venerate false stars of celebs instead… Like I said, its all interlinked as we’re within a fractal but by far the most amazing bit about dying and coming back again was the anomalous:
No tunnel. No light at the end. No person waiting with bated breath for me. What I met was a state I termed the Psylense as it bought that clear mind and vision to me, totally serene. I Knew this place, super well, and felt I’d never left. In the flesh my DMN was offlining, quick, as my vital fluids were flowing into the Ether then I felt a wave of awareness. Not voice in head effect but more subtle and delicate like an affectionate caress of pure consciousness that carried its own intelligent resonance that said:
“He is dying“.
I looked without eyes, curious to see. It was me. Near the end and almost out of breath. No “Its not your time. Go back!” tricks or little DMT machine elves pretending to be that and this. Just me and the all of everything of which I am as intimate and interconnected as waves and ocean. Its a very, very weird feeling seeing your face from anothers perspective, third person, and stranger still it was mad contorted as death closed in. I looked on with curious amusement and then a few things happened in various dimensions at the exact same instance and I was back in the flesh, choking for breath and trying to figure what kicked. The most interesting thing was just before his happened I watched my forefinger lift and press my philtrum and when I was relinked to skin both of my arms were waving overlapping circles in front of my chest and abdomen. Eventually I stabilized back into real life as my brain did wheelspins and the DMN struggled to make sense of what just tore through it and the filters of perception it had built via a life of ignorance designed purely for survival in an urban environment. Since then I’ve learned a bit about a little so imagine my grin when it clicked that the the point above lip is called GV Twenty Six from the TCM lens and its used for emergency revival and, better still, the arm waving bit was transferred from the Daoist alchemists that state it harmonizes the Shen which is your divine awareness. I, like the Korean B-Boy, knew none of this, back when, but now get that they were bits gleaned from previous lives I’d lived as well as help in the nonphysical realms as there is more to heaven and earth, my friend…
Basically, I am saying that the call to adventure came, back when, and I rejected it but was then dragged, kicking and screaming, through the heights and depths of consciousness hence going beyond the book colored red and PKDs attempts at making sense of a laser beam toting fish that told him he was a secret agent of huge import in a mission against forces which suppressed the masses via means of massive tricks designed to keep them at he helm and the rest subservient. Jung came to the same conclusion but used words way different as he stated that the mind may exist way before the brain was present and how there are forces modulating the access which explains things like syncs, ESP and dreams, precognitive. The fact that most humans cannot access said res hints that both were entirely correct and, from my ken, its a whole load weirder as well because I’ve spoke to psychonauts, meditators and real, genuine Shamans as well as advanced spiritual adepts, dyed in the wool occultists and many regular folk as well in order to find the common threads and resonance because this is, as I said in this text, my last life in this realm ergo its supposed to be intense to test ones mettle and acumen whilst clearing old burdens as well because, like Jesus said, only what stepped in can leave at the end aka the Kemetian “Heart weighed against a feather” thing which syncs in real well with why reincarnation is a side effect of life addiction and so many other things as we are more powerful than we have been lead to believe, my friend. The alchemist makes the shift to golden hued consciousness instead by daring to Know the Ledge but when you stare at the abyss and find it blinks with intelligence the so called schiz decodes the eyes as external whereas the Warrior clicks its an aspect of him hence man cannot create a worm but generates gods by the dozen…
Can I clearly and cogently express the ineffable? In Sanskrit, back when, maybe. Here? Now? In English? Well, isn’t that a mission considering its half a language that is flipped and then inverted where the vibrations and energetics are often opposite to generate incoherence in its adherents. What I feel would be way more effective than waxing lyrical would be to share tools instead of views to generate said states within but, once again, the modern world as it is is the polar opposite as you need a clear, quiet mind to hear the Psylense and how in the F can you do that when brainrot is standard equip thanks to psychedelic tech thats designed to blow your mind? And thats before the Synths step in and humans get augmented as well. Just like PKD said. I strongly suspect he was more than correct on a lot of his personal ponderings and how his work was of immense importance to sow the seeds of awakening by telling truth as fibs in a world that accepts the flip then attempts to kill anyone who contradicts their own pet theory or perspective (usually inherited) of “how it is”. Isn’t that strange, my friend? Jung said the same thing with people mistaking, frequent, social conventions for personal convictions as well as their near total ignorance of unconscious influence and Kingdom within them.
This “reality” is merely a layer. A thin crust, dead, on top of a living, breathing thing. Many ancient cultures Knew this and lived appropriate. Its a tell that they all adopted a Five Element mix with Spirit/Ether being at the head whilst the modern West was built with this element absent hence the staunchly materialist. Confucius may have said that signs and symbols rules everywhen, not words and laws. This, from my view, it totally correct and to expand on it using modern refs:
There is what you watch on your Tell Lie Vision Set and what it reflects, within. Meaning, you are seeing a thousand words per second in a visual medium that creates the illusion of movement using the veil of a black cube, static, which ancient cultures on the planet linked with Saturn as ruler of space and time. As an odd sync the Abrahamic cliques with their three religions of discontent between themselves are also built around the same image but subtly hidden or obscured a little bit. For the rest, tuning in, they hold the same in their fist as the new opiate of the masses pimps their CNS and allows them to have the world at their fingertips so, either way, we’re all going beyond the veil. The question is, are you following or being lead?
Till we meet again
