“The truth is out there” they say. Its also in here but what to do if the people are strangers to Self, under a spell and mistake ignorance for wisdom on the reg? What then, huh? Lets say you have a man of science. How many of them study, at depth, outside of their field? In this era of hyper-specialization? Next to nil, I’d bet, as it takes plenty of effort just to keep up with the deluge of datasets that pour in each day. In many ways modern man simply is not equipped to deal with the onslaught of tech because if you consider the lifelong virgin who has never touched, caressed or held the feminine and yet, thanks to pornographic actresses and the web, has seen more naked flesh in variegated positions and combinations (with accoutrements) than his entire lineage, combined, then you start to see what kicks as it truly is a thirst in the midst of abundance.
Thing is, it isn’t authentic and just like a moth will be drawn to a flame which singes because it thinks its one thing when its different we’re dealing with the same trick on virtually every level of this skew whiff playing field. Just wait until the siren call of Techno Sapiens start to sing and the etheric interface of silicon allows an ancient beast a new lien thanks the strings of hyperdimensional influence that will be etched in to the next gen as they are born plugged in, with no off switch, as they’re set adrift on memory bliss via augmented awareness that, to us, will feel like a constant stim of a low level hallucinogen with the intent of behavior modification of the collective as they head toward that Type One flex only to fall and do it all again.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
What was, is and shall be. The question is, on what level do you decode the fractality and when you do, do you click that without you none of this exists? Such is the power of the Witness as it can create whole worlds at night when you rest that seem plausible and authentic until you drift to a higher state of consciousness you call life on the reg. What if that was but one gear you used on a box that was unfinite? Would you feel stupid if they omitted it from the owners manual of Souls wearing flesh or is it your fault for not reality testing?
The reason why I say this is that mysteries are just untold histories and that spell, like the rest, is a test because ourstory doesn’t exist if you accept my story as his, dig? Taking it back to the tip:
Hyper specialization is the norm these days and even back when you would rarely meet a polymath or one who could free think. And yet, each child is born with this intent as standard equipment before it gets trained out of them via their nearest camp of concentration at which attendance is not an option, or else! Get it? Look up the definition of that spell in its alternate form as homonym and apply the metaphor that glints into your consciousness to what comes next:
If you distilled every single religion down to its purest and most basic intent it could be presented in a single sentence that read:
“Treat another as you would Self“.
The rest is mere commentary and things for inherently disagreeable people to use as vents and project that the problem isn’t them but another group or clique that believes mostly identical but one key difference which leads them to be labeled as infidel. The other side believe the same and in the midst sits their Opponent, giggling, as he directs their actions via the voice in the head they’ll swear up and down is them as they brainwash the next gen to unwittingly accept this same parasite of consciousness that propagates itself via the consumption of awareness and innate potential ergo most are strangers to Self and would rather die than admit it as what controls them will simply not allow this thought process to unfold within. They say the swan is real slick because you can feed it water mixed with milk and it can separate the pure from the pimped. Imagine you could develop that skill your Self and Know you aren’t the voice but that which listens? Wouldn’t that be something?
Mysteries are untold histories because those currently at the helm attempted to kill old truths dead so their modern lies could ascend and sit in the throne, unquestioned, as they control the narrative. This is the truth. You are welcome to verify it any way you wish because the rivers of blood that run read in the name of conquest and civilizing the savages attest to what I said and, in the end, what did we get? A mass populace of people so broken they daren’t admit it and, like the incel example, up to their necks in coping mechs designed to exploit their weakness in exchange for a cheap thrill and approximation of the validation and human connection they’re craving. Doesn’t matter though because the kids are imitating bots and haven’t noticed the web shifted from what it was, back when, but then its always been a military invention. How many folks clicked that the hippes singing about peace and lxve were actually being lulled by drugs made by the government as they hoisted symbols given to them by intelligence agencies and the stars on stage rebelling against the system were mostly military kids on a specific mission to elicit a vibration that went… When? Same place as the energetics from all the ejaculations people pump into a black mirror shifting pixels to pimp their consciousness. Someone is getting rich and isn’t in the coin of the realm that they print but real power:
If you can define reality and have people act in accordance to what you said then you are a god among men, yes? Look into cargo cults and how there are innate aspects in man that can easily be pimped and tricked if you know there whereas and hows of what makes them tick. After that its not too hard to form the mindset of a predator class that feeds on the rest whilst contributing nothing but degradation and mess because if they’re the pigs (that are more equal than the rest) then the plebs are the excrement that they enjoy rolling in aka the red carpet effect. Ponder that symbolism, see what swims into your consciousness…
Its funny how they call the official narrative “His Story”, isn’t it? That and, in most peoples heads, myth is equated with fanciful tales of the primitives when we have huge stone monuments all around the planet built with an obviously sophisticated intent and precision we can’t fully emulate with tech to stand the test of time like they did. Did you spot that? Its called cognitive dissonance, my friend, as most are so invested in the straight line of “Dumb caveman became intelligent me staring at my TV in a state of hypnosis” that to question the narrative would be decoded as an insult to the (false) self in their head that would protest and yell at the premise. Life is a hierarchy of scams, that much is for certain and the mysteries are a huge part of this because they are simply gaping sections of ignorance that are covered with a thinly printed image to hide the abyss that reps the way to freedom.
Sometimes you’ve got to be willing to swim through excrement to come up smelling of roses, in the end, as you gain a new lease on life as you decode the Game for what it is. The alternative is to go outsane in the membrane as you two step around the cage of the Mind Made Prison and pretend freedom is something that can be purchased at a till and used to show off to your friends who are just as hopelessly enSlaved by all of this. The main attraction that floats in the abyss is Knowing the Ledge as you are not your thoughts, deeds or actions but something far more subtle and ever present, as the Observer Effect suggests. Getting back the histories:
I really, really want to speak on this new perspect thats just rendered in my awareness as I upgraded my resolution, once again, but to pop off at the lip would be premature at this moment because there is so much more that needs be checked as I reality test a hypothesis about this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. I will say this:
Why are the gods of an old age the devils of the next? Time and again, this is a constant. It manifests as flipped names, claims, attributes and skills. Its the one thing that is nigh on constant in this realm. Look into this and it just may click exactly what we’re up against and why the true history is no mystery when one Knows the Ledge as you can’t help but grin at the skill and strength of the only Opponent that ever lived and how he weaves his magic spells upon the plebs of which there is one born every minute with the potential to transcend that is quickly conditioned out of them as they are placed on the conveyor belt of the psychosocial treadmill which says:
And they do just this. From one life to the next with no recollection of what kicks as that page is torn from the book of life at the end as they’re sent to the back of the line and told to take the test again. Which they will and fail again if they do exactly as instructed because the best way to control the opposition is by leading it and thus between a rock and hard place describes, real well, your current predicament in Hamlets mill that aims to make your pips squeak as it extracts its profits whilst selling you tales of prophets in a world going steadily to hell via false promises of heaven which was exactly what the Boomers did when the drugs wore off and they got regulation haircuts and went and built the world which became the foundation of the moment where modern adults are still living with their parents, in a state of stressed regress, spending what little money they have on toys and such things as they celebrate gaming “accomplishments” and live lives they detest but can’t imagine other options…
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
