You cannot control the outer realm. Thats a fool errand. “Why?” I hear you question. Simple:
Its a delayed projection of you from within. A spatiotemporal illusion designed to beget confusion that comforts via the delusion of seeming really real. But what, honestly, is the deal in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits? Well, picture this:
Back when before Tell Lie Vision Sets were all the rage they had tales. Myths, stories or living chapters of depth that went from the mouths of one gen to the ears of the next. Within were encoded many secrets that the wise clicked and the meek inherited. Nothing is ever equal in this realm for if that were the case the stars would no longer spin, overhead. Have you seen The Matrix, my friend? It was an encoded transmission of Gnosis that bore such gifts. What many missed was the next chapter and its occultism possessed such depth that many took it as a mindless action flick that had no resonance. But it did, oh yes. Still does as well. From whence do you think Thomas Anderson got the gumption that something was off with this sketch? Why did the one he initiated come to awaken him to the true grift of this false realm? Why was Smith, the killing machine par excellence, his suppressed shadow aspect? How come John Wick and Neo both end with a sunset? Ponder these things as we progress:
Did you ever watch a movie when developing again and again? The average adult would be bored to hell as we crave novelty but the child goes through these states in a wave of Inner Sense:
Confusion. Clarity. Coherence.
The first time is a surprise. The second time you read between the lines. The third reveals what was hid. Like how John Wick is the preincarnation of Neo himself. Same Soul, different skin. Put the pieces together, see how they fit. Now, to get back to the main topic:
You cannot control the outer realm. Thats a fool errand. “Why?” I hear you question. Simple:
Its a delayed projection of you from within. A spatiotemporal illusion designed to beget confusion that comforts via the delusion of seeming really real. But what, honestly, is the deal in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits? Well, picture this:
One Soul, supreme, that splits when the prism of the third dimension does its thing. One of those bits thinks its you. The other I Knows I’m it. Subtle difference but immense implications for what happens at the end of our spins, respective. I place the single chip I possess on Self as I’m Centered in it ergo wherever it is, there I Am… What I mean by this is you, my friend, are a figment of my imagination upon whom I project bits of my inner realms then interact with the illusion. Most are safe in the comfort of the delusion as A) they are ignorant and B) they Know not the Ledge. A very simple way to reality test is how you can introduce one Soul to ten men and they will draw differing opinions. Some state he is brash, other attest he’s a beacon of wisdom etc etc… How is this possible if it isn’t exactly as I said?
There is a youniverse within that extends way beyond this realm but to get to golden circle you must first red then blue shift which means hot cold, poor to rich, black or white and anything else you can imagine. After a while you click the Eight Veils and how, for so many incarnations, they wove their tricks that made you believe you are John of House Smith or some other such BS. Thats belief system, by the way or a story made flesh. Now, getting beyond this is as a simple as questioning how can you be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens? Whilst you are there ponder that if life was all correct in this realm then who the F sends prophets with messages of liberation and why do the codified religions that none of them ever built whilst living always split into fighting among adherents and infidels? That is why I said there is nothing outside of you, my friend. That beef was within and looking for one upon whom to project in a never ending quest for vengeance that all but guarantees your reincarnation. Not just this but the machine of desire creation in your head wants to ride the funfair again and thus you will do just this again and again and again till you get to the point where I’m at as I type this.
“Why bother?” I’m wondering. “They won’t get it, can’t listen and believe they hear perfectly. You can yell and scream from the parapets and they’ll think you’re off your head”. He has a point, this part of me. See, humanity is the problem. Life is a seductive mistress who casually wipes her lips and says “Me? I haven’t done a thing!” as she is proud of her indiscretion for you are her playthings. The most amusing bit is she is simply doing as instructed. She works for you, my friend, and is paradoxically conspiring for your liberation via the guise of the opposite. Spotting the grift in the flesh is akin to unwrapping the present moment which truly is the gift that gives without end as you click you’re naught but an aspect of the unfinite wearing flesh. Whats a movie without a bad guy? Who is the protagonist in your sketch? You or the voice in your head that tells you what to think, feel and be? They state that the brain you possess is used but ten percent. From that comes your entire identity and concept of reality and seeing as we’re visually driven that EM spectrum hint is a tiny fragment of all thats invisible. On that you place your bets? Really? Me? I choose different.
You can as well. If you Know your options. Response-ability begets free will. What you currently possess is an extremely expensive extrapolation of ignorance that charges for each step and, get this, they ask for interest as well. Get it? Did you decode what was so blatantly said, my friend? If attention is all there is then where do you spend it? Outside? Or within? Is the realm of projections making more sense? The shift from “Why did they do this?” to “What made me cause this and what is the subtext and gift?“. Class is always in session within this realm as the true test begins when it ends for if you tick the box they said you’re supposed to check then its back out through the legs as that vortex is nothing more or less than the light at the end of the tunnel every NDE ever said. Not mine though. I skipped all of that and met a clear light radiance that springs from the Psylense. Stop and think:
Nothing exists without imagination. Thoughts create everything. For them to kick there must be a Witness to cogitate what presents. That is who you are, nothing more, nothing less. It has no face, no religion or SSN. No parents, no kin, no concept of skin. No hates, no likes, no maybes or just mights. It simply is. This is the bit in the mid around which the Yin/Yang spins. “In but not of this realm” as the OG Neo that cracked the Matrix said. My problem is how to make you get this in a way that is direct and palpable so you to can ascend. If not beyond the flesh then at least up in res. I mean, if you take shrooms and such things to see fantastic visions that state all types of amazing tips what if you could get the same but much less at a pace more temperate so you can keep pace, integrate and change from your depths? Would you like to reality test that option? All it takes is some ink, a pad, a candle and scent. The answers you seek are currently held by the child within and it gives not a hootenanny about the you you believe as it is what screams when the facade slips but there there is also someone else hence the “I don’t know what came over him?” comment that hints that thee is legion… Hooked on a feeling. Between a joker and thief. Like my man JC. Who is thee. And me:
Christ Consciousness, crucified when he could rise again and enlighten your pineal so those fantastical visions see through the illusion. Like schizophrenics who, to a man, attest things are awfully sketch in this realm before we medicate the hell out of them without their consent or expression permission. I mean, what part of the Game is this, my friend? Forget the LGBTQ suppression – these folks have had the roughest end since the Industrial Rev and yet every single one I’ve met has been fiercely intelligent, flexible in their awareness and quietly certain that they do not have all the pieces to the puzzle in their grip and the ones in said fist may not even be of the same set as the picture on the box is totally different… And then there are the well adjusted to mass social sickness who jam together three and a half bits, at best, and feel quite content to accept said ignorance. Who is really mad when seen this way, my friend? They all listened when I said:
“There is nothing outside of you. We each dwell in our version of reality. What the rest suppressed beneath the neck, in thee, escaped to torment but what if the threat hides a gift? They must be YOUR fears, yes?“.
How much sense does that make, my friend? You can tell if it works because when you unwrap the dread and find pure bliss within you can’t help but grin and comprehend that demons are naught but angels in fancy dress and neither would exist without your presence. Thats how powerful the Prime is hence none before, none since. Plenty of pretenders though. Like how the Trickster myth is linked with every proto god in this realm and how this is the same thing folks meet on trips and after death as well where it will present as anything you never exorcised in the flesh to lure you back in for another spin. Is it all starting to make a bit more sense yet? What if your entire life was an exceedingly slick trick that was designed, on purpose, to make wisdom seem like ignorance when what you accept is the opposite? There is a really simple way to reality test:
Look at the world.
Check how its operated. How the CEO, presidents, politicians and such things all score like psychopathic criminals that narcy images do sling to the ones that they pimp then peel back the curtain on religion and find a real life retelling of the Godfather thing before stopping to ponder why movies tell the truth but dress it as fiction. Everything from the inverted tones you use for your diction to the very concept of a Self you possess are not what you think, my friend. Like I said, its all encompassing and thus so immense its easy to miss as your Opponent fears your awakening hence why most believe, by the time they are ten, that the world is immense and they are small and insignificant. And yet if we spin back half of their life sentence we find a mindset that says something else. What happened? Did you guess correct? Its the concentration camp wing of the System that poured two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” into your head as they covertly etched a pyramid in which says:
“You are many, the masters are few but they are certainly above you so best do what they say, eh? They answer to a head that sits higher than them so best acquiesce if you wish to pass the test”.
There it is. The bootleg counterfeit OS they installed in your head when, in reality, the Observer Effect mixed with a pinch of Schroedingers pet and hint of the primacy of consciousness suggests that, without you, none of this exists. Ask why they divorced you from the power of imagination but you accept, second hand, what another thinks instead as you’re entertrained via your Tell Lie Vision Set whilst pondering why your mind rendering text versus accepting images that project is always more rich and vivid then look back over history and note how creatives came and went not in dribs and drabs but periods immense where a whole bunch beamed in then dipped hence why I’ve said:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Comprehend that there is nothing outside of you in this realm you are the ultimate power. Actualize it.
Till we meet again
