If you’re reading this then its by no accident, my friend. You have just met an opportunity you may not consciously recollect yet but, for certain, will as you progress. How can I be so sure of this? Simple:
From life to death and back again is not even in the top three of strangest things I’ve personally seen in my existence. If there is a fringe then, just beyond it, there is a Ledge. I Know it well. From the shadows depth I push the pen and its as for my own comprehension as thine for, in the end, we both sport the same spark of consciousness – an element of the Prime who pre-exists. The difference is I met that resonance just beyond the flesh then came back again ergo my perspective is, by definition, a little different to the ones plugged in. “To what?” you may question. Well, consider this:
As tech progresses and does its thing we are soon going to be at a point where reality and graphics are indistinguishable, yes? Imagine they create, first, some VR overlay headsets that then, next, interface directly to your consciousness via chip in head? What then? A less abstract reference would be going to bed, having a dream and then the next night the scene repeats and progresses into a parallel existence. How, exactly, would you then tell which one was genuine and the product of a personalized vision?
I am not the first one to speak of this.
It is why, I suspect, Plato called it a Cave and stated that he who escapes to feel the Sun on his face will meet immense resistance by those still within the elaborate construction as A) everyone is doing it and B) change is threatening. Shakespeare expanded on this with his stage concept where he stated men played roles with scripts of which they were totally ignorant. I go beyond this and request you tell how, exactly, you can be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens? That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question, isn’t it?
Add in the fact that they found error checking code in the depths of outer space along with the exceedingly improbable fine tuned tolerances required for there to be life on this planet along with a million other things ranging from how we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our head or how the brain is designed to tell fibs that it then buys in, without question, along with the odd blip that there is a tiny percentage of people on the planet that do not fall for optical illusions who are, for some reason, persecuted without mercy from the days of James Tilley to the present moment.
To a man they all attest that an invisible presence is tampering with their awareness and how they see the strangest things that are all around them that nobody else clicks. Know who they are? Schizophrenics.
Before my trip beyond the flesh and back again we both noticed an odd blip:
They never hallucinated in my presence.
That meant that all the so called crazies in the ends found my presence akin to an oasis of sanity in a world that is like a cuckoos nest ergo they flocked by the bakers dozen and we conversed, at depth. Chief among their questions was how I was like one of them within but, externally, I blended in. They wanted to know my secret so they too could escape the grips of enforced medication that merely kept them numb and compliant. The same paradigm exists for the Slave mindset which makes up 81% of the planet who accept the “Sit still, look ahead” programming that was poured in to their developing consciousness, back when, and has never been questioned since. The ones who did this are skin to the people who walk in front of the flame in Plato’s Cave and enact shadowplay for the rest. That leaves 8% who are capable of awakening the Warrior within and thus transcending this entire Game we all play using our Souls as credits and, if you’re still reading, there is a high chance you’re one of them. Your starter for Zen:
As a child you rebelled. Your thirst was something school could not quench. You may have dumbed down to fit in or acted like a class clown instead along with a myriad of things to escape this invisible grip that others seemed to accept. I call this process the square watermelon effect. Something totally unnatural but equally commercial as its all done for other ends that most will never, ever comprehend. The proof? Simple, look how people are miserable but, equally, pretending to live a life of bliss on the interwebs with photos edited to death as they try to sell an image they don’t live. Why do you buy in and validate their deception? That, my friend, is a question of immense depth as it hints we’re beings of resonance in the grips of something so vast and immense that the human mind simply cannot comprehend the true sketch. Kind of like how an idiot savant can be flown over a city and then, from memory, draw the whole thing.
What if we are a dumbed down species that was artfully disconnected from within and told to look, instead, to false idols and images that promise all types of things as long as you run the treadmill and tune in to your regularly scheduled programming? There are loads of other things that hint its just like this and you don’t even need a tinfoil turban on your head but, one request:
When did you stop questioning?
At what point did you become certain that you had it all sussed, totally correct, and thus there was nothing new to ascertain? That is when you died to the resonance of Inner Sense and became, instead, Adulterated. It was also the birth of the (false) self that yaps from your head and demands constant distraction as a way to ease the stress most dare not admit and then we have the war cry of “Everybodies doing it!” and need to fit in.
Do you see what you’re up against, my friend? Its not just thee though, the world is awakening and that is why I’m saying what is said and how each article features interlinked texts as the points are all related as I genuinely feel I’m a test pilot in a new mode of consciousness that is, paradoxically, ancient. Right now, at this very moment inside your head, there are two modes of consciousness:
One processes, at best, 8 bits of information per second. Its why you can’t remember phone numbers that exceed this but if you give it a rhythmic jingle instead something amazing happens – you recollect with more strength. I mean, everyone knows the alphabet song, yes? Sing it backwards then, tell me what happens to your illusion of learning…
True wisdom begins when ignorance is allowed admittance into the sphere of possible things.
This, to the (false) self, is a fate worse than death as its lifelong confidence trick at the helm of your consciousness is laid bare for what it is. This is, at its most basic, what I’ve learned from a life that is so far beyond the reg it feels like a car whose speedo went off the top end and now sits, motionless, whilst all around things are moving faster than one can imagine.
The children of the cloud will be like this. The future will be quite different to the present and it all comes down to the OS inside your head and who coded it. I have helped countless clients and randoms I one shot met on the pavement see life from a more empowering lens ergo I look at language and its use skills like tools in a chest which can do some pretty amazing things as it all hints at not only the primacy of consciousness but power of imagination as well along with a billion other things that really make me grin as I have Inner Sense at the helm of my awareness and thus I cannot say I possess the answers but, each day, I generate better questions so there is a process of refinement which is demonstrated, well, by the articles I’ve shared on the web.
Either way, its an invitation to prove me incorrect as that which remains must be, on spec, worthy of checking, yes? Especially if it contradicts the official record. Like a man who died, middle aged, due to a bullet through his brain then he came back, reincarnated, as a poor kid in a village which he complained about, no end, and demanded to be taken to see his wife and kids as he was on a mission of vengeance against those who killed him, dead. Eventually his folks relent and take him up on his request. He surprises everyone by pointing out things known by no one else – like where he buried the gold, back when and many other things. In the end he takes his shooters to court and has them tossed in the bing before going on to live a life of yogic bliss that is totally different from that of the criminal he was on a previous spin.
Sound like a movie? A great action flick? It actually happened, in times recent as well, and the man is currently living out his existence. Just stop and think, if we are within a realm where such things can happen and be upheld with legal judgement then maybe, just maybe, all of what I said before this could hint at a way more accurate model of reality than they poured into your head, yes? That is all I’m offering, my friend:
A choice.
A choice to look again via the eyes of Inner Sense and not the jaded peepers accustomed to a reality tunnel because, like I said about those 8 bits:
The other hemisphere of your head thinks in images, symbols and patterns. Obtuse links and correlates that may make no consciousness sense but are solid, nonetheless. You meet it each night in dreams then, upon rising, try and make sense of the ridiculous that communicates messages both frivolous and important before you shake your head, vacate the bed and live out the “Work, buy, consume, die” script they programmed in, back when.
Am I incorrect? Did I miss anything or is that a bit too close for comfort? Recollect how, back when, that tingle of consciousness at meeting something fresh was labelled “excitement” but, at some point, it became “stress” or “anxiety” instead. What happened? That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question.
Till we meet again
