If you could simply see the scenes of what those you call frenemies have been you’d feargive, instantly, because the depth makes way more sense than the surface. Same can be said of Self because the nature of the Slave is to believe what they project from their mental rolodex without questioning the edits or the fact that its a skewed perspective that (more often than not) isn’t in their best interests. It goes a little something like this:
A lot of what you currently believe you are is based on flawed reasoning and compounded by ignorance that comes from a lack of introspection as you keep plodding on and piling it on then occasionally wondering “Why is my life like this?” as yet another sequence unfolds as a mess with you being the only common component.
It is true that to walk upon the Path you really must make an enemy of your self because that one with the small s is best looked at like a callous that was formed in getting to grips with the stress of your childhood environment. It genuinely does all spring from then because we are little else beyond sequences we recollect when it comes to the earthbound experience. Just ask anyone who has flirted with death or hallucinogenic substances what occurs when you step into the void and your previous identity fades into a sense of nothingness and you come face to faceless instead with pure presence, a knowingness, familiar yet new in its essence. My favorite way to express this is using Psylense because it provides the space within which we sing and dance the performance of our existence and its placed so well that the Prime cause is rendered invisible. Unless you go look for it. Listen closely:
That is actually one of the steps on the Path as well as it involves peering not just inside your flesh to feel what its like to, say, breathe a golden glow which fills your chest and lungs as they dip down between your legs and simultaneously expanding your back and shoulders as well. When you first give it a try it can seem quite complex as you’re taking conscious control of a previously uncon process and this is where the magic happens. You’re familiar with the common myth of us only using ten percent of our intellect, correct? The truth of this is that the vast majority of our signal processing and decoding when it comes to reality creation is unconscious and it processes bits a rate far above and beyond the measly fragment we comprehend as our regular sense of embodied awareness.
Children are born without this filtering process and thus they have full bodied sentience hence why a baby screams in the presence of one who smiles on the surface but houses demons within that they may not consciously be aware of themselves. The infant however is because they literally feelsee everything as they are one with the Psylense. They haven’t yet picked a language which will be instrumental to programming their inner realms with concepts which will shape their way of living because not all are equal in this sense and the most popular one of the times is supremely limited which makes me quite suspicious of the intent of those who designed it as it shapes and flips the quite opposite to your lips and thus can confuse the intent of those who attempt to build by following its instruction as none of the pieces fit and it does not what it says on the tin. We’ll get into this at depth but for now consider this:
I pressed some keys on a screen then you received this signal which modulates your awareness as you pick at a thread and weave together your own narrative based on your internal resources. When all is said that means that no two people will perceive the same thing as something which leaps to the forefront of your attention may not mean a thing to another and this is why standardization is such a big thing because it turns people into components that can be slotted out and in to roles the System builds just to house them. Its illustrated well in what I previously said about the meaning and depth of individual as its a simple word that offers and immense hint into the plights of those who live as monolingual peasants – serfs of the English spell with its ninety degree twists and implicit fealty beyond this realm. Thats a sprinkle of the main dish because best believe the word which is spoken lives but the intent behind this one was to kill the living Spirit as its such a toxic arrangement of vibrations designed to limit and inflict the maximum amount of suffering for those caught up in its mix. Its why I’ve said that if its your only language you are a Slave across the realm because the tool you’re using is poisoned and designed to build and then lock you in to the bars of the Mind Made Prison. Granted this edifice underpins most of culture and thus is present in other languages as well but none of them were built from the ground up with this kind of devious intent to ensure all who spoke it live out a painful life sentence. Think for a moment:
“Good morning! I like to wake up nice and early, press my collar and cuffs to earn a living during the weekdays when all I really crave is the weekend”
Sounds perfectly normal, yes? Except what is normal? Do you even know the meaning of that spell? Lets just look at the above Slavespeak from a Warriors lens who reverses the rites and rituals with a profound rejection:
“Happy funeral! Wakes were held for the dead, appropriately as we are mourning as well. Then I voluntarily place binds around my wrists and neck as a token of my submission to the System as I actively cremate my potential and carry its ashes within before I stumble through this existence. I’m aware this cheap trick is surface level at best hence I can shake this weak daze of repetitious programming should I wish but before doing that I’d have to ensure my mind is directed toward strengthening and not being weakened instead.”
Interesting, isn’t it? Feargive them for the they know not what they said, meant or the intent of the one who gave them that language and instructed them they could buy themselves out of bondage by following the ignorant in a life two blocks from hell in how it makes them feel within as the torture is subtle, yet ever present. Drip drop, click clack. All the same thing. Anything for a distraction from the agony of realizing the nature of the present moment because then you’d be forced to do something as the nature of the trick is to make it just unpalatable enough with some nice sprinkles which you are welcome to heap on, high and proud, thanks to your own effort in order to mask the stench of the excrement you’re consuming to make progress in this static wheel fixed with screens that fool the senses into thinking it spins when in reality your effort is syphoned off and used as a weapon against the rest – unborn, living and dead. Another one for your awareness:
Everyone wants success, yes? I’ve just told you what that decodes to if you see through a Warriors lens. Work it out for yourself and then actually start paying attention to what is said and the myriad of meanings and interpretations because the fine print of this language is a doozy. Spells and rites, no less.
All of this mess is thoroughly rejected by the Warrior as he recodes his internal OS, sees at a higher res and chooses to decode what others are merely encoded by as they are unaware of the options. Feargive your frenemies as they are, in the end, teachers when viewed through the correct lens and, in effect, are conspiring toward unleashing your best Self via their shenanigans as what is a movie without bad guys, my friend?
Your your Opponents weakness to strengthen yourself because, as Jung said, its the truth that lies in the shadows depth that most cannot handle and thus suppress. Ironic, yes? As therein lies the illumination we’re all seeking and its from here that I’m speaking.
Till we meet again
