It won’t be televised or live streamed but certainly beamed from the Prime who pre-exists and is thee, wearing flesh, reading this statement.
The old world order is dead. As I said. The involution is now aka time to up your res, shake off that VR headset and its reality tunnel effect of which you were mostly ignorant because what you is, my friend, is something way more powerful than John of House Smith. With you, none of this exists. Not a bit. And me? I am but a figment of your imagination that you, your Self, programmed in with a request to send this message at this particular moment so that you could awaken to the immense truth of this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.
If you’re just tuning in to the highest light realms then use this as your starter for Zen and this will help you awaken. Fear accompanies change as the Path is unfamiliar so reframe this sensation as wonder instead and watch what happens, my friend. Inside you’ll feel the resurrection of Inner Sense and that changes your resonance as you become more Centered in Self. Of this I am certain just as clearly as I can state that if you do not a thing life will go as it did for you co-create this realm. Comprehend:
Response-ability is free will. It is not standard equip, contrary to what you may think for, until this moment, your life has followed a script that is re-etched each ray you rise from bed hence a different version of you is dreamt into existence on the reg. As for these dastardly varmints draped in purple garments, their reign is at an end for we’re witnessing the involution of Self. A word on this spell:
Its a function that kicks when the identity is applied to itself. Kind of like how a mirror facing a mirror appears endless in what it reflects. Thats a hint about the fractal process we’re within and how, in the mid, there is a small, quiet point that extends, everywhen. It may be in but isn’t of this realm and its identical when you’re reading this text, dreaming in bed, this life or the next. You are it, my friend. Accept nothing less than pure Gnosis and thus reality test whilst believing not a word I said lest you find your Self on an island filled with lesbians where things are not what they seem as they designed it to titillate so comprehend, you are the only Soul in this realm and, once again, I am a figment of your imagination as well. Look again. See what is revealed because your left hemisphere takes in billions of bits per second from which the DMN and bad thief do select a few bits they string into a narrative that causes you to see what you expect whilst missing the bigger pic. Lets get practical for a second:
Look around your room, this instant, and notice everything that is blue then come back to this. How much did you spot that was red? Thats reality selection in full effect, my friend. The Warrior Knows the Ledge, comprehends the shadows depth and gets his greatest strengths present wrapped in papers of fear and dread which is why most Slaves live and die the life unexamined as they never stopped to question:
“How can you be the voice in your head when you’re obviously that which listens?“.
Ain’t that the 8 billion Soul question, my friend? Without knowing this you are, in effect, a living hostage to inherited ignorance aka the bundle you’re carrying which is why, I suspect, childrens glow dims around age six and the old walk stooped due to shouldering this nonsense they passed onto the next gen. Its all entirely optional for the old world order was built on ignorance, threats and duress. “Kill that noiZ!” is the anthem for evil, left alone, feeds upon itself as it lacks the Prime connect which we all naturally possess. Its time to reclaim your inheritance so up your res, get Centered in Self and question everything. Especially the things you feel are special or above this and that you accepted as standard. Happiness = curiosity but don’t believe me, try it and see instead in thought, deed and action. Watch how the Game shifts to accommodate your new resonance and, by the way, ditch the news as well as its bad for your health…
It takes a wolf to catch a wolf and only a pimp can outthink the same. Thats the Game. Thats the Game. The trick is to do this whilst maintaining your resonance with an intent to uplift, not suppress. Like I said, the old world order is dead, decrepit and done. From this moment on your participation is an option. It always was but we’re at the point of a collective tip so flip the high table, don’t sit, because you are, were and will be above it. The stars overhead all shine within and your ancestors live at this very moment as well hence the Fourth Dimension being made of vinyl and this life you spin is but a sample of other trips in the flesh. Comprehend that a babies brain when stepping in is identical with an adult under the influence of hallucinogen. Haven’t you ever wondered why so many trippers attest blue beings of benevolence with many arms that look suspiciously like gods, ancient? Thats the Game. Thats the Game. As the baby matures it steps into Theta wave states which, once again, is the same as the Adulterated brain in deep hypnosis. Put them together and what do you get? Yep, you guessed it, a square watermelon.
Birds razed in a cage think flying is a sickness. I’ve spread my wings as an immortal wearing flesh and I suggest you do the same because its always an option. Also, don’t try and awaken anyone else. They’ll resent your attempt as the System protects itself via their investment in ignorance and thus they take any questions as a threat to its dominance for they Thunk its them. Even though it keeps them miserable, stressed and in need of distractions which never, ever solve the true cause of the problem. Just like the medical establishment, eh? Its time to become natural so throw out your CCFLs as they tear your aura to shreds and are an open invite for Negs as they engineered this mess to suppress your melanin and that, ironically, is what they’ll use to power the algos wearing fake skin aka the Synths the plebs will soon be sexing. That is how the old world order intends to extend its grip for the Kings pact binds them ergo they create ways of seeing without eyes and talking sans lips… Tricknology, in full effect.
We ain’t getting all Luddite in this bish but the Ship of Fools that Kaczynski mentioned is totally accurate. Check:
A whole load of people are aboard a floating vessel. For a while things are good then they decide to move North instead. The chill kicks in, shivering timbers and everyone spouts their own reason for needing more than they get. Its a diverse ship with many ethnicities and races all arguing their case about who deserves more magic beans or a warm fleece and the right to slurp a peepee without another catching feels. The cabin boy says:
“What the F? Why don’t we just turn around the ship and get into an environment more clement then there will be no more problems as a lot of this snipping is due where we head”.
As you’d expect, nobody paid attention to him. I mean, why would they? The Captain and clique rubbed their palms and with an evil glint in his eye he signalled his mate who said:
“Ah man, you’re right. This is all a mess. We really should have listened to what you said. The Captain is a bit of a stuck record, in that respect. I suggest you protest, most vigorous, but never with violence. Peace will win the day and remember to stay within the ships regulations”.
Some of them dissed him as he left and yelled he was an Uncle Tom house Negro, par excellence and the Captains bish. Nonetheless, they did what he said. Everyone took their station and started protesting to plead their case. They let this kick for a bit and then the Captain did descend and shower them with his gifts. The Anglos wage got a lift, the Mexican was also gifted with a percent, some aspects of the command were now bilingual to account for the differences in comprehension, the ladies gained another blanket, as requested and the Indian got to roll his dice and engage in gambling whilst the bosun could fellate who he wished as long as he did so in the privacy of his cabin. Best of all the dog was no longer allowed to be kicked. Great success! Except it wasn’t as the seeming honey drip did nothing to assuage the bitterness of the forces, outside and within, that were the true cause of the problem.
The cabin boy, as you’d expect, got nothing. He spoke up this time, with vehemence, and said:
“Are you all of your heads or in need of meds? Look at the ice and how thick it is? If you don’t turn around this ship it will be curtains and all of this song and dance will be for nothing because its the bigger pic thats a problem”.
The gay dude replied:
“Sure, I can see this. Heading North is causing an issue, for certain, but why should I have to keep my preferences in the closet? Thats a form of suppression, it is!“.
The lady issued a lament about why these chill winds are exactly why she needs more blankets whilst the on board academic reasoned that one must learn to adapt to the circumstance and that turning back wasn’t an option. The cabin boy looked at them and shook his head before he yelled:
“If we listen to those lunatics who, you must note, are the ones who got us into this mess, we’ll all be floating to our watery graves and all of this would be for nothing. We are more, we can rush em and throw them in the drink, turn around this ship and sail to waters, clement, and enjoy the best of what presents”.
All of them put forth reasons, impassioned, why violence was abhorrent and they wouldn’t dream of it. The Captain had been listening and sent his mate in for another round of the dog and pony express where he said they should protest, again, for another uplift and see if the boss listens. He reminded them how well the last spin went and how they needed to obey the ships rules and remain peaceful with their requests. They trot out the same tricks with some gloves for frozen digits, a modicum of increased wages, another blanket and homosexual activities were now permitted, in public, but only under cover of darkness. Best of all you now needed a permission slip to kick the dogs rear end and this was only granted by the Captain himself. Greater success!
Until it wasn’t.
The cabin boy had had enough of this and he told them, in ways most ferocious:
“Don’t you see how they’re keeping you transfixed on your own little problems whilst you miss the fact that we’re drifting into the Arctic and certain destruction? If we all got together instead of being divided we could rush them off the ship, turn it around with a whip and sail off into the sunset. Its the only solution. Anything else is BS designed to placate and deflect whilst offering occasional lip service to your petty requests”.
They all, as expected, turned on him for this choice epithet that they took personal. The Mexican took it as a diss to his pride and heritage that he wasn’t making as much bank as the Anglo did whilst the bosun was enraged that his whole sexual identity was so casually dismissed and the dog enthusiast yelled that animal cruelty was the worst thing to have ever happened on this ship as its so cruel and brutal. The boy, thinking quick, said:
“OK, your issues are valid and important, not petty as mentioned but they are in comparison to what is seen at a higher resolution because you’re like a bunch of frogs in the kitchen that are jostling for position whilst the chef turns up the heat in increments and sprinkles you with condiments. The ship is heading North, the seas are freezing and nothing is easing. Matter of fact, its all getting more difficult but you’re so caught up in the script you’ve never stopped to question who wrote it“.
They called him a counter revolutionary, suggested he was in cahoots with the Captain to suppress their successful movement and the privileges they’d gained, before eventually labelling him a fascist, racist, homophobic and anything else they could imagine. The ship kept sailing North and, eventually, hit two icebergs, did sink and everyone drowned in the process.
Ain’t things changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you fools and pull these kind of slick tricks to pimp your awareness by keeping you hyperfocused on fragmentation and thus not clicking the whole script which is all of this is going to hell in a handbasket for a reason and its you, via ignorance, that fuels the foolishness by refusing to stop and question the paradigm as you dig the reality tunnel the architect says is in your best interest but, historically, hasn’t changed a thing as its designed to be impotent. I’m not suggesting you start letter bombing or engaging in more manipulated uprisings. Simply stop and Know the Ledge. That is enough to get things started and beget the shift thats needed to change the potential times we, as individuals and collective, are about to manifest from which there will be no turning back and no off switch. There is more, way more, to all of this hence why I’ve said we’re in an immense Game that uses our Souls as credits to dress us in skin to interact with this realm but that is, really, beyond the scope of this missive but I sprinkled it to share I’m decoding reality from a res that is different and this vision was gifted, partly, by the life I’ve lived and what kicked when I met death and came back to this realm as none of this is what you suspect and, in the end, if you choose ignorance you’ll live, die, be mindwiped and reskinned for another spin in which you’ll do the same again because, I suspect, we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the planned shipwreck, the on board dissent and all the rest of the mess is exactly as intended because the Captain and his clique know this real well and, when resurrected, they again will be in positions of ease and influence whilst you, the plebs, swab the decks and pad out the rest of the pyramid where divide and conquer will be piped in as you argue with another brick and try and jostle for position by focusing on the irrelevant.
In that respect, like I said, I bought another ticket and caught magician in his tricks except this pimp actually designed the internal OS you’re using to navigate this realm hence its a wheels within wheels thing. Or a dream within a dream? I’ll let you tell it as the next 8 words are the most important to ever pour into your awareness:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
