Sometimes some things happen which fill one with an immense sense of reverence for the all of everything that has many names, none of which they chose themselves, always speaks, but never says a thing and is missed by all yet ever present. In the midst of this contradiction one finds the Self and its identical with what I’ve said for we truly are in a place that is as strange and strange gets. And yet, most people accept it, without question, for everyday miracles are rendered nondescript when habituation sets in and thus we set off on quests for distraction instead of stopping to reality test the world that was pulled over our eyelids.
Even in an ocean of lies the currents of truth prevail.
Remember this, my friend, remember it. From delusion I was lead to truth and when this came into view the darkness of ignorance gave way to the light of wisdom to which my third eye was not accustomed. The question sprang to my lips:
“What the heck?” as it felt like one had just sipped a familiar red tin that said it was the real thing but the contents were immensely different. This made no sense and yet I had to comprehend because if this endless glow was true illumination then what the heck was the other guy selling? Such is the problem with a lack of reality testing, my friend, as people engage in what we call confidence tricks as the most smiliest of villains. How can they do this? Simple, their heart isn’t in it. They gave up that connection for a quick trip on a seething force that fell and now uses them as pawns or agents of its Matrix. Welcome to the material realm in the era of tech.
It was never real but now the fakeness is so immense along with the legislation of feelings and emotions on top of the traumatic mind control conditioning and lets not forget the nearly two decades of enforced concentration in the camps of education along with the overly saturated media presence which rests in the grip of a few interests. Are you doing the Knowledge? How in the F is man supposed to rest and hear the Psylense within when the noiZ is pervading with such an intenseness? And yet, against all odds, I did and thus we win because when each one tech one is in full effect then the luckiest man on the planet is a title I embrace, whole hearted, as I live these lyrics.
Where death chased and traced my steps as it used fears of the past to shape interpretations to present events and thus direct where I was lead I chose, instead, to react like an alchemist and this road lead to immortality which was a pleasant surprise – if I do say so as an understatement. Can you imagine recollecting past lives in differing resonances of this planet and the innumerable connections formed therein as your Soul did skip from various bits and pieces of flesh, each with their own narrative that they were convinced was real and authentic? And yet, in each one the wick of ignorance held the flame of pure consciousness which was, slowly but certainly, becoming Self aware of what remains constant when all else shifts:
The Witness.
The hardest thing to see is that which does the perceiving hence why one must be willing to lose their (conditioned) mind in order to come to their (present) senses which is the difference between 8 bits of data arranged in a way predictable or the unfiltered alternative of billions pouring in. Best hope you can handle the wavelength, yes? Too many cracked their melon in the attempt of Knowing the Ledge but they offered immense hints, help and celebration along the way to see one of their own win. Death lead me to immortality, my friend. Look at the Yan/Ying and see how it spins then comprehend you are neither of these bits and their harmonic opposition but an extension of that in the mid which all seek in this realm ergo get Centered in Self and hear the Psylense then report what it says because if you’ve been tuned in to an AM static set with lots of noiZ present the difference can be astonishing as you finally comprehend how many people have mangled the lyrics and missed the true meaning due to the introjection of their own ignorance that runs unchecked for generations and is compounding. Sometimes it behooves one to check if the sacred cows they’re honoring are actually responding to said ministrations or if its a huge distraction using inverted energetics to cook frogs in a kitchen?
He who Knows both Knowledge and action cannot help but take the steps on the Path of Power when it presents as the guidance comes from within and whilst the trek can be hair raising as it feels one is caught between a rock and hard place as the piper himself spins Hamlets mill and wishes to use your bones for bread for the idea of death appeals to he who is opposed to life itself and, for now, governs this realm with his time at the helm. Really ponder this, at depth. Its like asking if you’d pitch in with Hitler if he provided you a Porsche, some shiny Hugo Boss threads along with a cool glass of Fanta to sip not to mention a quick snap via Kodak lens to immortalize the moment so you can show off to your friends about your powerful acquaintance. Now, in retrospect, you’d say “Hell no!” to this thing and yet, in the moment, how would you resist the immense wave of common sentiment and the offers he brings? Welcome to the reality tunnel. In many ways we all fight this battle but who dares be an iconoclast and state the Emperor is not only naked but an imposter as well? Well, its this use of Knowledge along with right action that allows one to overcome death and reach immortality instead because its a not so simple process of unlearning the mess in your head, repairing your fractured inner realm before exorcising your family demons and a few other bits before you end up where it begins:
With a featherweight consciousness that carries within the immense strength of purity. Listen to me, I hark to thee, because I strongly suspect I am not the only one that will have to rise to this challenge and if the world as it stands is any inclination a lot of you are getting return tickets to this realm from now till the end at which it’ll be rebooted and you’ll still be doing what was said in the time and motion by those at the helm that profit from ignorance. Riddle me this, my friend, who keeps sending prophets to this living hell that appears heaven sent to those, plugged in? Make that make sense and maybe, just maybe, the true light of higher perception shines in beyond the fallen counterfeit they call electric after purloining it from the pyramid and running for the hills, back when. Nothing new under the Sun, in that respect ergo ancient texts predict modern aspects with unerring precision as the basis of this realm is so mechanical with the precision of a fractal which shells your awareness with flesh and reflects back what it sends then filters its signals through the lists of expectations of what you Thunk is possible before regurgitating its waste as the voice in your head which, at this moment, is holding hostage the Witness it force feeds this mess. All under the guise of “being human”.
The earth and skies are woven from your consciousness. Heck, even I am naught but a figment of your imaginal inner realms that is currently being projected then introspected at those willing to Know the Ledge and peer beyond the surface as there is so much happening – like a black swan that swims – that it may just flips ones lid if they’re not prepared for what life brings when you decide its time to transcend the Matrix. The heights of the skies, the points of lights that hang within, each mountain and hill, all that has been and ever will as well as countless other realms and dimensions all dwell within your consciousness. I Know, mindglowing, isn’t it? Who hasn’t felt the sense of being stared at or wondered why, just for a moment, their “real” life felt fake as hell as they rose in bed one fine day before the story in their head came rushing and old habits did their thing. Thats the velvet lined rut that keeps most tuned in to the same time, same station wavelength they secretly detest as its so predictable and boring but they’re also scared to death of changing. Can you hear that? Thats the mill doing its thing as it spins and extracts the Loosh from its Victims by squeezing the very pips of their ignorance whilst charging them for the privilege, all the while they’re fully convinced that they can buy “freedom” as he sells them all the money thats fit to print and is backed by nothing but their imagination and acceptance of his suggestions.
In the mind rest all the powers of life and yet you find me one that is tranquil in this realm and I’ll show you an uncrowned King, Queen, Prince or Princess for the pomp and splendor is not needed nor enforced with threats once you Know the Ledge as you see through the veneer of this realm and its paper thin performance. And yet, its oddly addictive, isn’t it? Billions served daily and many more in reserve, calling, in to claim their spin with a ticket for the baby brain that makes gods forget themselves and become one with the mortal plebs for this adventure in the flesh that is as dangerous as it can get.
Focus not on the one they said is this and that but the none that sustained and birthed it as well as the rest and you too may eventually gain a glimmer of recollection that illuminates the darkness within. The bridge across the ocean isn’t built with language as that will insist you take steps, buy a ship or learn to swim. No, one must allow the wings of imagination to unfold again, like a true alchemist, and this is what causes your spirit to uplift. The question I’m wondering is can this be gifted? Can one plugged in truly make the switch or must they be born for it? They say the hardest thing to give up is a condition that brings comfort in (aka a coping mech) as its designed so well to keep the rest of the mess hidden. Like a student who remembers when he forgets his parents were checking in to see how their sons education doth kick and thus he quickly scrapes up the dregs of last nights partying and hides it any place it will fit and opens the windows, real big, to let out the stench of the chronic whilst dusting and such things so when they knock on the door he lifts his head from the weighty tome, reading, and the notes next to him. That image is the actual reality of many in this realm because they don’t actually live their lyrics but pay obeisance to the big man in case the fat lady sings so why not gain some Gnosis instead by upping your res and then maybe you will pen texts with huge run on sentences designed to break the conscious limits of awareness by introducing them to aspects that rest on the other side of their head, chest and abdomen aka the Three Kingdoms. Once again, Know ye not ye are gods?
Flying over the abyss is an immortal with wings spread who comprehends that beyond the senses is the mind and beyond that its essence which manifests as the potent to reason and examine. Refining again we bump heads with Spirit which, its Self, is an emanation of that which evolves this realm. So say the observations of one reverse engineering consciousness in an order to make sense of the hand, dealt, and then how to play it to win. The first step is to still the five senses by turning in and learning how to chill the mind by creating the requisite distance from the noiZ which sings its songs of discordance. It may take a while to train this unruly chimp but, remember, they did the flip by convincing the elephant of your strength a small chain, back when, was enough to reign it it as without you, nothing kicks. This realm would not exist with a Soul to Witness it ergo you are not one from billions but the one within which billions manifest. Wrap that round your head till you get back into your chest and it makes perfect sense why you can tell when someone is staring or recollect an old friend before “randomly” meeting as well as the nature of syncs and blips that make the plebs yell “Coincidence!” whereas the Warriors goes in and sees dense instead. Up your res if you wish to disconnect and that is why isolation is a prerequisite because we are beings of resonance in the end and yearn for links but if one wants to go beyond this realm then get used to being along and by your Self for a moment as you quietly reflect about the rocks and boulders of thoughts and feelings thrown in the ocean of ignorance as you learn to discern the bits in between when its still for its from here the currents of truth do uplift and, before you know it, you’re surfing another wavelength that most don’t suspect but was quite common back when and all of the media filth, constantly drip fed programming and whole System thing makes sense because for the man who would be king to pull his grift he needs to make artful use of sacred symbols and theatrical deception hence the class with two teachers is always in session and yes, there will be much testing.
Reason will succumb to a request for silence once it clicks the wanderer is wondering on how best to leave this realm and return to where he left. The the Path of Power starts unfolding but the way is still dark, treacherous and paved with thorns of ignorance. Not only this but there are sirens, calling, as well as old habits you knew well and countless coping mechs that fit like a second skin who need to use your mind to live as they only exist due to what you give them which is why paying attention is expensive in the end. So, the Warrior is a miser in this respect, willfully ignorant of much in this realm as he sees the Game for what it is and is aiming at a higher target that is only hard to hit when ones mind is not Centered because when it clicks that he and thee are identical is a straight line in Tetris moment, par excellence, as the world they pulled over your eyes is ripped away and the true light mentioned off rip comes searing in and resurrects the third one in the mid that fell into a trance which lead to the Witness believing many things that are revealed to be ridiculous. I dare posit that this state is seen, if even for a blink, by the many who rose in bed feeling a sense of fakeness at what they accept before sliding back into the trance the spider spins as it weaves its web of influence around this realm by selling a narrative of being “just human”.
One sees the way on the Path with a combination of truth and dedication. That is the offering which is daily presented as oblation to your developing Gnosis and its erasure of forgetfulness that was enforced by the System as it sold one dream after the next to keep you plugged in to its feature presentation in which there was always something missing, unfinished business or another promise that sent you back to the wheel of time again to serve another life sentence in the flesh where your sentience doth thread around carbon again as a beacon of wisdom and resonance dipped into the hand of parents, ignorant, who can’t wait to make you as much as a mess as them even though they detest the life they live…
The Path remains supreme. Its deal never changes from the plains, caves or even coming days of the transhuman. “Why is this?”, you’re pondering. Simple, the middle will always be just where you left it hence get Centered in Self and live your lyrics so we can compare notes about the ascent as a simple meal when shared with friends is quite delicious and this feast is immense. Once you hear the Psylense the chains and ties that did bind in ignorance as well as the healed child who is freed from the heart in which he wept are revealed to be one and the same thing – itSelf “no thing” – which is everything and that can be quite mind bending as its easy for a cloud to float, overhead, and take in a snowman, frozen, on a hill and realize the steps taken to get into that mess but if you provide a slice of that same liberty and freedom to the same base resonance in its lowest vibration it may just flip its lid and think that things invisible are all around it and external aspects are putting thoughts in their head. Say, maybe the schizos were correct and are just malfunctioning mystics instead that need meditation and not medication, truth said.
At this moment of grace the state of transcendence makes its presence felt as each preceding step was akin to an induction which begets its own loop of hypnosis and thus the ties and pain of suffering which bound the heart to the flesh are uplifted and one regains that pure light of Inner Sense that comprehends who it is and when. Doubts and fears are all gone then. Karma is seen for what it is and can no longer enforce its racket as one is aligned with the all of everything and then the true mission becomes evident as one comprehends that all one can gain from this realm is what you possessed on stepping in and was never lost, in any sense, but simply obscured by dense clouds of ignorance that caused the glow of Inner Sense to dim so the electric company of Adulteration, Inc could send you a light bill and bulbs designed well to pop when you most need them as you run the psychosocial treadmill from one life till the next until you comprehend the depth of what I’ve said as predictable conversations and never ending conflict along with countless distractions no longer make you grin as you look around, wondering, “Is this it?”.
The best thing is, at any point you wish, you can awaken the Warrior within. That doesn’t mean you have to take all the steps to break links with this realm, no, no, no. Thats for the adepts but you’ll still be much happier than the plebs when you master the basics of your presence and learn that stress and fear only exists when the golden circle of Self is either red or blue shifted and this brings into relief the carrot and stick which leads one to wonder who wields it before the System reveals itself and the rest of what I said as we are, in the end, within a fractal that spins inside your consciousness and I am little more or less than a figment of your imagination that manifested to send this text to the depths of your awareness so lets see what springs up in the garden of your inner realms based on this resonance and how you choose to nurture or ignore it.
Till we meet again
