One of the things I’d been pondering for a while is the nature of incarnation. Specifically those we come into contact with in this existence, whether as friends, family or a nemesis. I’m inclined to believe that there are links which extend from one life to the next and its all got to do with Soul fragments. Picture this:
You have a jigsaw puzzle. Its quite complex but all of the pieces fit, perfect. As a child you take in the whole thing. You do not see any form of division, just coherence. Also, because nobody told you how important this is you barely pay attention because everything is new and so stimulating as you lay down fresh neural traces. At some point the table gets upset. From that point on you no longer have the full image. Some people will scramble to collect the pieces and this manifests as all types of obsessive compulsive neurosis. Others, on the flip, throw away as many as they can get via various forms of addictions, quite destructive. Many, however, will sit in the mid. They will deny to the death this is what happened as they speak languages that are generally bereft of such concepts and lack words that adequately describe the inner realm. In that respect all that I’ve said and probably ever will is like a pencil sketch on a napkin compared to the work of a great artist because its something one must see for Self in order to fully comprehend the message. These metaphors are meant as ways to enlighten your passage into the darkness within so lets keep stepping:
They will clutch to the piece they have with a vengeance. For some this may be a handful, others will have a large segment and some have random pieces that don’t quite fit but “Who cares? They are mine and this is our tradition“. That last point is vital because a lot of the times its your parents who kick the table in order to make you just like them. Why? Well, that is an interesting discussion and one a lot of people simply won’t comprehend but the post-partum depressed often get with a quickness:
The unthinkable thought. In there case it is that they hate their baby and the stress that comes with even attempting to admit this causes a huge amount of chaos in their internal realms. Granted this does not apply to everyone who exhibits this but its something that, in my imperience, those who have dealt with tend to be able to grasp higher metaphysical concepts with ease since they’ve already walked around in the darkness. This is the equivalent to admitting that which you worship devoutly is actually the devil and true cause of all of your problems. I’m sure you can see why I said its a deep topic. “Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children” was once said and this links in rather nicely with the fact that most genuine schizophrenics had a messed up relationship with the one who bought them in this realm. It all truly is interconnected but in order to let the pieces fall and click it takes a mind that sees the whole image and not just the jigsaw pieces it was left with. Come on, admit it. If nothing else it should be quite obvious that the metaphor hits the nail on the head when it comes to comparing your state back when to what you came to possess as well as what you observed first hand happen with your children, yes? Why does no one question why their evident glow dims after a few years in to their life sentence? Unthinkable thoughts that flow silently under the mainstream and yet exert an immense influence for a species in psychosis who try their best to deny this.
What happens on one level often maps on the rest. “As above, so below” is what they said to draw your mind toward this type of thinking, back when. The resonance certainly is interesting because we may have stole a piece of three from someone previously and they then are linked, across the abyss, and step in with us too to exact their revenge. At this point some people often say it feels like a light just flicked on in the darkness as they get why they’d been treat they way they did from ones whose malice never ends or relents in the pressure they bring. On the flip there are those who also nod their head but have said “You know whats weird? I never thought of it like this but you’re right. When you said “Stop reacting, stop getting drawn in, stay Centered in Self and cease all engagement then watch the magic happen” thats exactly what did as she stopped calling, texting, trying to get my attention. She just left, never came back again and now it makes sense“. The person in this question came for help in how to handle a narcissist they once lived with and how they went out of their way to make her life miserable and the answer, as to most things, was “What is the sound of one hand clapping?”. In that respect its a case of realizing the part you play, reclaiming your power (as opposed to giving it away by sitting in the seat marked Victim) and learning to maintain your state of balance in the midst of the engineered chaos these Dark Souls bring in attempt to dim the glow you wish to kindle within.
Imagine our dimension was as flat as a piece of paper and then we stack a few more sheets on top of this. On the upper level we place a jellyfish and its tendrils drip through the pages. One walks around thinking its you, another is convinced its me and a third is your sworn enemy. Are the pieces of the puzzle starting to come into focus as well as the solution to all of this? The truth of the matter is that the jigsaw was never broken, nor is anything ever truly missing. No, the illusion (much like one Soul pretending to be everyone whilst itself it is no one and no thing) works by preventing the access of the whole image and thus reducing you to fragments which are easily manipulable, as intended. Lets back up a bit:
Imagine you had a Rolodex inside your head and it contained tabs which spelled links to life events. Alzheimer’s is a great example of this (as is the “tip of your tongue” phenomenon that you remember at two AM) as the information is there, still present but the trigger you need to pull to access it isn’t where its expected. Hypnosis can induce this effect with ease as people can be made to forget how to remember their name, aim or purpose:
We are all, in many ways, living charmed and entranced lives that are closer in line with sleepwalking than actually living. Thing is the illusion is so immense, so all encompassing that if you dare mention it people will stone you in the square for such thinking. Yes, the Emperor is naked. You, on some level, also know this but it takes the eyes of Inner Sense to spot this. Thing is this world makes sure the complete picture they step in with is fragmented, real quick and thus the one clothed in nothing pulls a world that doesn’t exist over your closed eyelids as you buy in, thinking you see just perfect. And yet, you’re still reading because the place I’m pointing with these examples is generating a state of resonance within your jellyfish as it flicks through the Rolodex of the life you’ve lived for suitable examples that prove what was always right in front of you but impossible to see until you accept the fact that you might be blind. Why that is the only time you’d be willing to test the hypothesis:
“If you can see so well why are you covered in bruises and suffering? Close your eyes for a moment and see what happens“.
Most people would flat out refuse to do this because of the voice in their head and the stories it tells as it weaves a spell that keeps them under its influence. Its first rule is to always protect its investment and in this case its your consciousness hence Thunk is mistaken for thought in the Valley of the Plebs as they can’t very well have the people generate an exodus as that would leave them stuck alone in this realm from now till the end. That is a fate worse than death and if you can truly comprehend what I’ve said you’ll innerstand the nature of this place, those who built it and to what end. Its all energy extraction. Or should I say innerG as thats far more accurate. Once again, these words and spells are woefully inadequate at saying whats needed but more than enough to ensure those who can will catch my drift and take flight themselves as they explore their inner realms.
So, one overSoul as a group, like a family affair, that can be chopped and changed from this deal to the next like a deck of cards decides who incarnates where and when as well as what they’re surrounded with and what will happen. This is actually something provable and testable in the scientific sense as the programming language of reality offers its testament that the picture I’ve just sketched is quite accurate. See, inside the overSoul the picture is perfect and everything balances. Thing is, in this realm, you are left with fragments and (worse still) you accept what you’re given and then attempt to fit in as well as snatching from others or living in ways Self destructive. End result? You are all but guaranteed another spin with more suffering and a further stage of disconnection and alienation from the truth of all of this. Can you see how wicked this is? What type of pernicious intelligence would rig the deck like this then keep the facts hidden in order to ensure that the billions of lost Souls it holds as living hostages do not click they’re actually as good as dead and all their so called wisdom is just unchecked and un-inspected madness as well as boat loads of ignorance. Especially of Self. That is the key to all of this.
Is the sketch getting more detailed, my friend?
Like I said about the lady with the narcissistic parent previously as well as the girl who hated her baby and the confusing stream of thoughts this caused to rage within along with the genuine schizophrenic in a moment of lucidness its those at the fringe who are swimming out of their proscribed depths that often accidentally find their eyes opening to the real state of play in this Game we’re within. Granted most of them never talk about this to the depth we did as they don’t know anyone with whom to have these conversations in order to gain perspective but the truth of the matter is this is how it seems to be me. For me at this moment, at least. These concepts and ideas are ever evolving. Like I said about the man sitting in the darkness as he watches a lighthouse do its thing so he can connect the pieces in ways resonant its quite a complicated thing as its so far removed from the ways we’re taught to live. And yet its also entirely natural because so many attest at the “familiar newness” they felt once they were resonant with Inner Sense again. That really is the point of all this. The more of us that explore our private realms and compare our findings the more accurate a map we can make of the dimensions as well as the clearest path back home because I can’t be the only one who has had enough of this life and death thing which is why I’ve been seeking out the options to exit for the last few incarnations.
The Game doesn’t like this. Not one bit. Why? Because every Soul that steps in is grist for the mill as they’re dealt a bum deal and reincarnate again to find themselves washing dishes in a mob kitchen as they eke out an existence where they’ll do anything it takes to avoid admitting the fact they’re miserable and hate this matter of flesh wrapped around their awareness as they clutch at the pieces left whilst pointing their angry fingers saying “Its him, he’s the problem”. All because they’re ignorant of the jellyfish and how this realm is not a cause but an effect.
Till we meet again
