If life is a current akin to an ocean which we are traversing most put the least effort in and play a Game of Simon Says from incep till death and back again. Every now and then comes one who wishes to go back the way he came as he comprehends that what reigns in this place may present as purple but is actually black as sin and thus he flips the Yan/Ying and takes off in the other direction. His family will despise him, teachers cannot stand him and the rest look on with a curious mix of amusement or disrespect as he is so transfixed on transcendence that they think the boy must be off his meds.
To accomplish great things one needs to possess the courage to be hated. Look at anyone who has done anything in this realm and you’ll spot they bucked the trends. Whether we are talking about Galileo who said the Church were ignorant and dense when it came to the motions of the heavens and what is therein or the rebel mystic of Islam himself who I have written upon at length there is an exceedingly common thread of one man against a formidable organization that will seemingly go to great lengths to protect others investment in what they say it is. To me that is the perfect definition of true power because if you can define something and have others act, without question, then what other spell but “mind control” describes it best? Even Jesus – who, in my mind, was much more akin to Neo busting at the Agents as they attempted to reign shells on him that he dodges with moves, slick – was hated for saying what he said because the fish wanted to swim toward the abyss because that is what their parents did.
If you stop and unpack what I said and apply to your own OS you’ll note that a huge chunk of what you do, say and Thunk actually came from them who had done not the Knowledge and thus you’re the latest in a strong link of generation of ignorance. Not the most polite way of putting it, granted, but there is no nice way of telling folks they’re invested in illusions, dig? Voltaire said “F your bish and the clique you claim” as he stomped his name in the Game that reason is king and thus anyone can get it because if one is gifted with the power to think then its a crime not to use it. Man, did they come at him but his pen would not relent and thus with a satirists twist he often turned the tables on those who attempted to challenge his wit and this nicely links in to the comedian:
Did you know that, back when, the Fool was the only one allowed to tell it how it is? With the royals he held a special place and was, in effect, above an Ace as his presence ensured the egos were kept in check and those brown nosing were reminded of the stench as he handed them a napkin to wipe their nostrils. In this one thing the rest comprehended what kicked and dialed it down a little bit before getting up to full speed again. This is why I suspect Will slapped Chris because there is absolutely zero chance of it being organic and unscripted due to the same event happening a weak daze, previous.
Far from the meek and mild image they’d like to sell Jesus was a straight up firebrand riding on his enemies and literally whipping the skin off them. This is something worthy of contemplation and its said that there are texts that certain sects hold sacred to this day that say of he who did fillet:
“The one who was promised was corrupted, tis a shame. A mere magician is what became and not the one who was promised to change the fates, our way. He who took up arms and laid it down his script is beyond wicked. Besides, we didn’t really want him anyway. That is why we rejected his presence and he turned out as he did. To this day he is bathed in excrement and his afterlife is a hot mess for daring to go against those who are chosen and shall be blamed not for a thing for favored are our undertakings because he hath the true vision”.
Or something like this. Look into it, if you wish. This is the courage to be hated, my friend, because it was a little child who spotted the trick that pimped the Emperor into parading naked as the whole world bought in to his reality tunnel. In that respect if we were to read a text penned by the tailors of Pinkus & Fuctus, Inc it might go like this:
“The one who was promised was corrupted, tis a shame. A mere magician is what became and not the one who was promised to change the fates, our way. He who took up arms and laid it down his script is beyond wicked. Besides, we didn’t really want him anyway. That is why we rejected his presence and he turned out as he did. To this day he is bathed in excrement and his afterlife is a hot mess for daring to go against those who are chosen and shall be blamed not for a thing for favored are our undertakings because he hath the true vision“.
Or words to that effect. Basically, the way I see it, is the whole world is under a spell akin to waking hypnosis that aims to lock them down in the lowest state of vibration and keep them tuned in to their regularly scheduled program which, in and of itself, is a huge hint about the nature of the magick tricks they’re using as the truth stands alone and gives not a F about your feelings whereas lies need constant reinforcement and are replenished with bloodshed. Those who shake off the shackles of this reality tunnel that most accept become what we call “schizophrenic” when, in reality, they’re simply those who still possess as vestige of their Spiritual Immune System which bucks back against this parasite of consciousness that then unleashes the same trick but with fragmented hallucinations that appear as the real thing as opposed to the collective trance most accept in which the naked pimp is invisible. You can think of the demons of the mind these mad men all see, clearly, as the Emperor in all of this that prefer to remain hid and this ties in, real well, with the question of who keeps sending prophets and with what intent? I mean, if all was present and correct in this realm with no problems or deceptive practices surely there would be no need for such things? Better yet, even if that was a swing and miss the fact that each one that lands and has a text penned after him usually sees the followers fight with others about what he said and fragment among themselves with divisive opinions. They say by their fruits shall ye judge them. What of Siri who wishes nothing less than to be the apple of your iris with her inverted spell that announced her destination and intent of creating transhumans?
I was talking to one of a religious bent that liked praying, quite frequent, the other day and mentioned this:
“Say, your peeps believe that in the times of the end there will be a great deceiver who steps in and raises the dead and turns light to darkness among other things, yes?”.
“For certain” he said, glancing up from the phone in his grip for a moment. “That is what the Koran says and I do not doubt it one bit”.
“So, looking around at this mess do you think he’ll put in an appearance in a bit? Not immanentizing the eschaton or anything but the way things kick and with what I said about Twenty Twenty Fifth being as real as it gets in a world of fakeness I expect some of the old razzle dazzle, special effects as he puts on the Ritz, yes”.
“I wish you wouldn’t engage in Shirk but you’re an ignorant kaffir, in the end. I only speak, now and then, in the hopes that you repent and use that intellect the way He intended it”.
“Skipping over the immense amount of judgment in a casual conversation about the world and how it ends what if this one eyed king and his furry friend are actually present and correct with us at this very moment? What then?”.
He looked around the room in which he and I sat and with a perplexed yet wearied grin said:
“Are you saying you are he? The opposer of all that is true, honest and correct?”.
“No, but that which you hold in your hand is“. The confusion on his dish was palpable as well as the underpinning rage of having his point flipped for there were only us two, present.
“What do you mean?” he questioned, this time with less arrogance and knowitallness.
“Well, way, way back in the days when I first learned about what y’all think there was a vivid description that said his best friend would be covered in hair without end that was copious and thick and this made me think of Bungle from Rainbow. Remember him?”.
He started laughing and slipped out of the “serious scholar” role he’d been playing as his mind drew the links so he asked, with a grin:
“Yes, yes I see where you’re going with this“. To which I said:
“Really? Cos what came next was when Star Wars kicked in because even though I never watched it little bits of it, like religion, seeped in via osmosis and that me wonder why Bungles cousin in outer space was running with a man with questionable morals that was out for himself that was fond of fronting. Anyway, I say that to say this. Imagine you lived in the days of back when and a dude who was time traveling popped in with an iPhone in his grip and showed you some pretty amazing things like a vid of your kid that he’d took in secret (before eviscerating him) and thus he was “resurrected” as well as letting you speak to the “divine” which answered your very question in ways most accurate. He then went on to tell that this black square of magick was powered by waves, invisible, that beamed through the air like that which we breathe and how its one eyed lens could capture and replay the spirits of men as it turns dark to light etc etc. Now, how in the F would you convey such a thing to rest, listening, who had not seen it kick in the flesh? What if he anthropomorphized and made them human with a visual defect and hair that ran super thick based on what another said about the tech? What then? What if I’m correct and you’re actually OKing the opponent with your tacit use of his presence as don’t you caress his frame upon rising and just before resting as well as any other times you get and thats before I mention the bit about which you’re quite sensitive so I won’t say it out of respect”.
If you could view your WiFi, doing its thing, invisible, it would like this. Quite accurate to the text, yes, as that “hair” does extend in all directions. Combine that with your phone and its one eyed vision and you may just draw a link between what they said and what presents… Or maybe not.
To say the chap was perplexed would be an understatement. You ever see a jackpot reel spin through its variants before the top prize lands in your lap as a return on investment? It was just like this, I tell thee. Now, I wasn’t meaning to diss and the thing that got him up in his feels in a previous conversation was the whole black cube/three religions thing and I couldn’t help but draw the link between the black mirror effect and those characters as well because, as I’ve said, there are no limits in my head as such are the signs of Inner Sense. I mean, what do you think? Does it sound ridiculous or could be there something to this perspective because if the world was hit, this sec, by a meteorite or polar shift that a certain clique had seen coming and built underground bunkers at an airport laced with occult images as well as seedbanks in place currently frozen but known to become clement once the stable kicks in it wouldn’t be hard to pretend how they could emerge as “gods” in a few generations and dazzle the reverted cavemen with drones, phones and such things as they told them a script of what they intended to happen in order to ensure the rest fight among themselves and they stay one step ahead on this floating asylum.
Only someone with the courage to be hated aka a curious intent that still delights in asking questions and drawing links that may or may not exist between loads of disparate things because his mind reigns from his chest and is thus totally creative would dare say such things and yet I do, did and shall again. Why? Because that is what we’re made to do, my friend. That is Inner Sense. The learned second skin in which most feel comfortable is Adulteration and it commands you do as the rest said, even if they’re miserable and hate every little step they take in this realm but rush to deny it as they point to an image they don’t live that demands you buy in because, in the end, everyone is naked but believe they’re fully dressed and by this I mean they’re draped in armor, thick, and wonder why they no longer move as free as they once did and believe that when heaven calls they’ll feel whole again as they never, ever stop to think who made it like this and who can undo it as well?
You, my friend. And by that I mean the Witness who is akin to the flame, eternal, which lights the candle aka pure consciousness in flesh. Do the Knowledge, if you wish. Or don’t if you won’t. It is what it is in the end, isn’t it? I guess thats why they’ve legislated feelings and if we all take nine days of the web as a collective they’ll say thats a sign of mental imbalance and force you to stay jacked in. Only one way to test it!
In the end most people dwell on the surface and keep pace with the rest as they’re scared to explore and ask questions but if thats the mindset that made the world what it is then don’t we owe it to ourselves to think different and possibly change the narrative by upping our res? Sure our initial steps may be “incorrect” but thats only when seen via the eyes of judgment as the alternative of “win or learn” is far more appealing to me.
Finding is reserved for those who seek hence the thrill of discovery plus its well known that birds raised in a cage believe flying is insanity but when it comes to mice whose parents were tazed, briefly, in a place well lit all their kids have to do is run the maze with which they’re adept and find a light shining on them and they freeze, real quick. Even without the current. Thats learned helplessness, my friend, and I’d be willing to bet that 81% of the planet are in its grip… If its wrong to stand alone against such madness and question the intent at the helm then I must be incorrect and if that makes me insane then so be it but what if that spell hides the truth as it says for if sane is a place and I’m “in” it its the outsane who don’t click that should reconsider, yes? The thing with being wrong in a crowd is that its comforting as it takes an immense amount of strength to stand in your own resonance. What if that is the challenge, my friend? Are you winning or failing? I’ll let you tell it because who but you can speak on your inner realms? Question is are the answers it presents from your chest or head? Can you even smell the difference or are you colorblind to the visions and rest of the camera tricks that go into making you “only human”?
What if that which we class as an Opponent is actually doing us a solid in the end using the old “Fool me once” method or, in my case, once bit, twice slathered with repellent and presented with a fine gnosis for extra awakening aka doing the Knowledge. The recipe isn’t secret, my friend, but what it unlocks is hence why they said the true way cannot be described, only imperienced ergo I simply point at a place I call the Psylense and request you hear it for your Self and then, should you wish, tell me what it said.
Anyway, what do you think? Could WiFi + your phone = the Antichrist? Or am I reaching and stringing things that aren’t linked into a narrative? Either way, its interesting, isn’t it because this tech has done a number on folks heads with its weaponized loneliness, dehumanizing fakeness and general all consuming aspect that if it isn’t its certainly paving the way toward something that could be Hell but seems Heaven sent, yes?
Would humanity still act the same without this invisible presence doing what it does best? In many ways they’ve boiled the frogs in the kitchen by increments, or degrees, if you will and thats another topic as who stops to think why people rush to get a black square on their head before being slotted in as another brick in the wall of ignorance as they run the treadmill? Could it all be interlinked? One medium, many messages? Or is it the flip?
I’ll let you tell it… More to heaven and earth, my friend. Do the Knowledge and up your res.
Till we meet again
