Since way back when your ego, your (false) self, rammed its hand up your rear end, hijacked your nervous system and perception then gradually and incrementally wove its way into your awareness until it convinced you it was the only Game in town, that you are it and there is absolutely no difference between the thoughts placed in your head and that which Witnesses them. Can you deny you are your egos glove puppet?
I bet you that right at this very moment its attempting to protest this chain of logic or derail the train of thought these words are placing inside your head because it likes to keep things nice and predictable. Actually, thats a thing. Right now, this very moment put a rating on the division between “I know whats coming next” vs “Wow, that was a creative insight and novel process that offered a brand new perspective” when it comes to your own thinking. Most people will have very unevenly tipped scales. Know why this is? Because the ego is predictable. Its got a few loops with some AND, IF, OR, THEN programming that you can, ironically, always see coming but then you miss whats actually doing this because you are melded out of habit due to living a life of ignorance that totally lacks in Knowledge of Self as ordained and sanctioned by the System.
Children and those with Inner Sense are not like this. For them the scales tip the other way as everything is novel and even if they come across the same stimulus the response is fresh because its in the moment. They are present. Have unwrapped the gift. The saddest thing about Slaves is they will live and die without knowing this and thus its like being given a sports car to zip around as you wish as you enjoy its thrills only to spend your entire life in a sweat as you push it from A to Z because they never said “Twist the key” and you never examined the variables on deck or considered thinking differently.
You are your egos glove puppet. Its a sad but obvious thing once you will allow your Self to see it because its like someone has stolen your Soul and turned you into a meat marionette that goes through the motions of anothers behest. Its quite wicked, if you actually stop to think about it. Its almost nigh on invisible as everyone pretends they are that voice in their head as they can’t recollect the days when it didn’t speak and them felt with every aspect of their flesh and that which extends beyond this realm. See why I say 81% are Adulterated? Fear not though for you can change. But I’ll guarantee only 8% of the populace will be willing to put that work in and those will often freely admit that life as it is feels two steps from hell whereas the others are so numb and caught up in the illusion that they mistake a velvet lined rut for the best its ever been and will.
When the unfinite rises within its obvious what I said is how it is because the difference is immense. There are no labels to this imperience as its a feeling of unfoldment in a sense. The best way I can describe it is akin to walking along in Flatland where everything exists on one plane and suddenly there is a new way of seeing things. A fresh dimension unfolds, a greater feeling of expansion and depth that is so far beyond what you expect (remember, the (false) self is predictable) that it is pure and exhilarating. The astute reader will have clicked this describes pretty well an average moment in the lives of children and that is what you have to gain but only if you are willing to release your grip on all you think there is and once again be open to questioning the variables on deck to find your answers and see how the pieces fit by experimenting with them.
See how different this is from the thought process of the Adulterated? Thats why I say Thunk reigns in their heads as they have a pre set amount of variables they can string to their consciousness in ways repetitive verses the land of Inner Sense where imagination is the key and thus your mind is freed from the cell within which it currently dwells as its force fed labels in lieu of direct experience.
Everyone walking the planet, no matter how great their programming is or their investment in the ludicrous that they dare not rationally question or examine, has had a moment where they quickly slipped off the hook and imperienced the freedom of Inner Sense again.
There was a couple who constantly went at it. To me, on the outside looking in, it seems like they lived to hate because each took the minor little things the other as personal insults that led to conflict. Neither would dream of leaving this nightmare because, deep down within, they knew no one else would put up with their BS so they stayed together and tore each other to shreds. The man in question had heard me speak on this topic quite frequently but never really paid much attention as he was around for other reasons and usually got his fix then tripped. Little I did realize that fertile seeds were falling up a garden that was awaiting to nurture them and thus the old student and master thing made me grin when he relayed this example:
“So, we were going at it, as per usual, and she was giving as good as she gets. I felt my blood pressure rising as I was F’ing and blinding at her for not doing what I said and why is the place a mess, etc etc… when suddenly I felt… I felt…” his eyes darted around as he struggled to recollect the event that took place just moments before that prompted him to exit stage left. Not a word was said. He dropped the topic in mid fight. Total disengagement as he grabbed his keys, walked out the door and came across the street to see me as public access was open back then.
“Like a snake sheds its skin?” I offered his mind a branch to swing. “Yes, yes, thats exactly it. Its like that version of me was dead. It all just fell off. I didn’t do a thing but stopped holding onto it because I was thinking about what you said to that guy about the sound of one hand clapping when we met earlier on. Anyway, the house was a mess and she’d been yapping. It was making me madder and madder and suddenly there was a silence. I really can’t describe it because it was a feeling. Next thing I knew my legs started walking and I came over here to try and make sense of this. What the hell just happened?“.
This isn’t a fairytale. There was no happy ending because, pretty soon, they were back to fighting and that is because you are your egos glove puppet and the price of maintaining Inner Sense is constant vigilance because that (false) self smoothly slithers in and, by now, you’ve had a lifetime of conditioning. I used the reptile analogy for a reason because the oldest part of your brain is called the R-Complex and its all about survival. Its MO is to take what works and keep doing it to death because its not that intelligent. Why would it be? You don’t hear lizards composing symphonies, do you? No, they simply live and in you it does the same as well. For the vast majority of us Bowser has kidnapped the Princess and the left hemisphere on the brain is engaged in a quest as a manual laborer who deal with the mess left due to this erroneous plumbing. Not for nothing does he become super thanks to a shroom because that often does the same thing of shedding the skin with its chemical stimulation which causes rewiring of the complex due to the neuroplastic effect. There are many other ways of achieving this end, itself a new beginning, that we will examine and you can practice if you wish. For now try this:
At random intervals during your day close your eyes and simply tune in to that space that sits a fist above your head in the centre, suspended. There is a force that is invisible but felt nonetheless. To me it has a clear golden hue and feels like the Sun itself. Place your mind into it and bring this vibration down into your head, behind your eyes, beyond your throat and into your chest as it passes by and relaxes your abdomen on the way to your genitals where it exits in between the space that sits in between that and your anus. Take this light and let fall though your legs then into the ground, at depth. Feelsee into the imperience. Notice the small shifts in energetics, the change in coherence, the different type of resonance as you use the higher centers of your will to reform your presence.
Give it a spin waiting in line when you would usually be listening to the ego saying “Get stressed out and flustered then snap at the cashier when its your turn so you’re guaranteed bad service. I assure you it will be worth it because then you’ll get to complain about this event to those in office which will cause them…”.
See what I said about it being totally predictable and how that is the chief tell of the false self when its behind the wheel of your consciousness. On the flip the middle pillar once lit is always a unique imperience as you are, technically, timeless when you are fully present and that is where the fun of being a Warrior begins because, via the power of resonance, people around you pick up on this without you saying a thing and they feel the shift. The body is always speaking but these days many are illiterate to its language as they cannot relate to their energetics. Such is the power of resonance as life surrounds you with the numb and you get number so when one Soul lifts the tide of their consciousness those around them cannot help but feel the shift and this, in turn, makes you quite addictive to be around as everyone likes the feeling ergo be the change you’re seeking and a beacon unto your Self to illuminate this realm in times of darkness.
Till we meet again
