Schizophrenia is when you link external events to internal processes without comprehending you’re projecting this realm and, essentially, interacting with figments of your imagination. The mystic gets this and swims where the madman is drowning. The rest of the population is happily engaged in the delusion so a better script would be to imagine you are drip fed a hallucinogen in ways that cause you to become adapted and expect the trip whereas the nutter is presented with heroic dose instead. We, as a society, are massively repressed but that is the Game we play by inserting our Souls to wear flesh. It just so happens that trauma, symbols and repetition are great ways of programming and thus many people never stop to pause upon the sheer madness of wearing flesh at the present moment. Awakening is always an option but to do one must realize they’ve been lulled into an altered state of consciousness and this cannot happen when one is surrounded by those singing the same cadence as we are beings of resonance.
This is why, in times both ancient and modern, the mystic rebels, disconnects and looks within or, as Plato said, escapes the Cave and frame that tied him in, takes the perilous trek to the surface and feels the sun on his face and not the false glow and shadowplay they erected within the construction. That is the work of the Slave/Masters and the Warrior is he who awakens what is latent in all of us as none step into this realm with a state of Adulteration already present. Its a learned way that is handed out by parents already numbed and this chain of traumatic inheritance is linked back, way back, to a global event aka when the sky fell. Knowledge of this is suppressed but recollected in myths that are replete with symbols for those can decode them and, I suspect, the main aim of the Game as the entire work, buy, consume, die treadmill is but an artful distraction that was designed to be seductive as it offers one the chance to scratch an itch by rubbing a photo of them. Now, granted, this prophylactic measure works quite well as, for many, its far better to be well adjust to immense social sickness and thus the schizos are held up as examples of what happens should one question the nature of the construction but, since time immemorial, there have been those that see the wheels within wheels.
Usually they were brutally suppressed and their testimony struck from the record but if one checks the extant resources they left you’ll note a sketch that is nigh on identical to what I said. Those in the grip of the malady – at both ends of the spectrum – rarely manage to flip the script as the former are busy doing circuits whilst the latter is doused with chemicals to keep them quiet and easily manageable. One of the most interesting things is how there is always a tough childhood aspect in the cases I’ve seen and how, ten out of ten, the relationship with the maternal aspect was unpredictable, at best. Not for nothing do they say mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children, yes? He who does the Knowledge begins to comprehend the nature of this projected realm, the primacy of consciousness and how we only ever interact with figments of our imagination as well as the implications that ignorance keeps one pinned to the wheel of incarnation but how in the F do you convince one sleepwalking that they are bruised and battered and invested in delusions that were sold and told to them under threat of the withdrawal of affection when they were most impressionable and almost entirely dependent on those who were caregiving but, in the end, Adulterated and thus unable to comprehend the immense delicateness of a childs inner realms? In other words, the wounded womb hurts the seeds it brings in.
Not by malice, usually, but often via ignorance as a scared Soul is easily programmed and exploited which is why it was a child who saw the Emperor was naked and raised merry hell about the deception to rouse the rest from their tunnel vision. These day said bastion of Inner Sense would be called disruptive, labelled and medicated. Tell me I’m lying or is the nail hit on the head?
There is an upside to this because whilst the rest may fall for optical illusions the schizo is quite different as said tricks do not work in his consciousness but into this void steps many an invisible influence which is offers a hint about the true nature of this realm and beings at the helm which generates other questions like who the hell keeps sending prophets and for what ends? Do the Knowledge. Do the Knowledge, my friend, because until then these words are as useless as a recipe that describes, real well, a cake you haven’t tasted. To do that one must become their own chef and this, in turn, presents many perils and such things ergo the danger of awakening is the risk of psychosis as what one suppressed is then projected and fed back in along with the voice in your head stitching a different narrative that is due to the increased bandwidth which is another vital aspect of this.
You have heard the “You only use ten percent of your brain” myth, yes? Well, the truth is you only actualize a tiny wedge of your consciousness which is why the thoughts in your head are generally predictable even though you yearn for something fresh but feel immense stress when it presents as you lament the change it brings as we are driven toward pleasure, away from pain and that, in a nutshell, is the Game because in a world full of hurt no one wishes to examine there are queues of people lining up to buy the dreams they sell. Newsflash, you cannot gain second hand enlightenment without putting the work in. Its like seeing an Olympian athlete bench pressing many plates whilst the most you’ve lifted is a chip laced with dip as you stare at a screen. One must build the resonance via dedicated training and watchfulness which is why, back when, the Shaman of the village held the standard as the go between of this and another realm. He walked in the land of the spirits and broke down the voltage to regular men as well as instilling rites of passage and other things that were designed to break and rebuild to show the neuroplastic effect whilst strengthening the tribes internal connections and grasp of gnosis because he comprehended it worked like a living organism which fed back and was sustained via the collective investment hence the power of myth as this was the old web and one must Know how to decode the symbols in order to actuate their potential.
Now, some were born to slay, others did paint, a few had minds for subtle things and many just wanted to enjoy what presents. From this came the caste system which was actually quite intelligent at its inception before it was transmogrified into a tool for suppression that gave birth to the modern class system. Wounded womb, recollect? The well was poisoned slowly and these days the lip of the chalice itself carries the same tint hence my disdain for the educational system that works on rote repetition of what they wish to pour in your head but the topic of gnosis is generally avoided in order to create well adjusted Slaves that are just smart enough to do as instructed without comprehending the bigger pic but too dumb to draw the links which are right in front of them.
We like connecting. We enjoy others who are like ourselves. It brings a state of resonance and this is why the Shaman usually lived a little distant to the village, usually up a hill. The man had a fierce countenance, his words were gruff if you met and people were often scared of him due to the strength he possessed ergo they paid him respect and he, in turn, modulated their collective field of resonance. This, these days, became religion, brands and consumerism which is the difference between wearing off the peg and tailor built for your frame. If you’ve tried true couture before it was downgraded and sold to the plebs as a symbol of status you will know what I mean and this reaffirms the power of symbols as how else do you expect to keep people in check without inverting and flipping what was once natural knowledge into a state of ignorance instead?
Its all just part of the Game but that doesn’t mean that emancipation isn’t an option. Au contraire, my friend. Especially at the moment when anyone with even semi functioning awareness can tell there is something very, very wrong with this planet but taking that next step to actually do something whilst living fills them with dread and thus they return to digging a reality tunnel that makes them miserable as they chase proffered solutions that never change a thing. These are the ways of a Slave and if ticking boxes floats your boat plus you’ve never stopped to ponder why life, back when, was far more intense and rich then keep feeding the algorithm. By that I mean the predator of consciousness that sits at the helm of your awareness pretending to be you. This is what the schizo spots and then all hell breaks loose as it fights for dominance and it delves down into their awareness to project symbols of pain and such things from back when before feeding them back in with some lens distortion and stress chemicals to bind the narrative into their head as he who could’ve escaped the Cave is singed by the fire instead as those locked in hear his yelps and decide its not worth contemplating as they tune in for their regularly scheduled programming.
Me? I didn’t have that option.
It feels like those who built this contraption are using me like a test to see what kicks when one who cannot swim is dumped into the ocean and forced to fend for himself and make sense of what kicks. Many drown. I made it back to the beach and discovered the populace stuck in their own caves watching pictures of sand and sky on screens and mistaking them for the real thing. If you dare mention they’re invested in a counterfeit they’ll yell “Off with his head” and that makes me wonder if its all a fools errand because whilst everyone will eventually get it I, personally, would sure appreciate a tip if I was stuck in a situation with a splinter in my awareness that was driving me outsane trying to click why scratching the photo doesn’t fix the itch. I guess that is why I do this because I’m built for it but, in that respect, time will tell what fruits spring from the seeds I’ve been sprinkling as this isn’t my first life but I’m doing all I can to make it my last spin as there is so much more beyond this realm that it would blow your mind to comprehend we’re actually gods, amnesiac, and that, in the end is the single biggest deception because if you believe you’re “only human”, never checked the script or wrote with the hand that was left behind at another behest then who but your Self is to blame when you live, die and strapped back in for another spin. Maybe now you’ll get it.
Have you ever looked at a Yin/Yang? That encodes in a symbol what I’ve just said because most sit in the eye of the fish that is brightly lit, surrounded by darkness. The madman is thrown into the other quadrant in which its all flip and thus he is blinded by that which was previously obscured and its in the midst of this we find the Psylense aka being Centered in Self. From here one can ascend beyond this realm to higher dimensions of consciousness and look down with a grin as you think “Oh yeah, I get it!”. This is the same as escaping the Cave because then it becomes more of an adventure to get to know your shadow aspects as you walk equally well in darkness and light as well or the checkerboard effect. Same tech runs the computer in your grip as that one and zero is only relevant when Witnessed like what they said about a tree which fell with no one to capture the resonance and encode its meaning. If, on the flip, you start decoding then some interesting things happen because one cannot help but spot what I’ve termed the Fractal Principle in which there is a Self similar Pattern that runs this realm which, once you elevate again, means you meet the tele/microscope which is the unification of opposites. This is where “bad trips” happen as well as a creeping sense of paranoia as its akin to a ray of light that hit a prism and was broken into bands meeting its pure illumination. What is here has a familiar newness that can either be terrifying or amusing depending upon the baggage you may or may not have checked as that trauma and such things is only of this realm and thus cannot exit at the end so are schizos undergoing some advanced form of spiritual penance in order to disconnect them from the wheel of time or are they actually being tortured for the special taste they bring like veal calves being fattened akin to the foie gras effect?
Its telling that Prometheus had this part pecked as well as the hint about it being immortal due to regeneration as well as the link with the blood of your ancestors that runs in your veins and the content of what they currently call junk DNA as everything serves a purpose. Like I said, symbols run everything but how many speak body language in this realm? Not many, I’d bet, and yet if we let the children lead for a generation or three the world would be so radically different which is why the next gen Shaman was trained since childhood as he who danced between the realms felt a Soul of resonant voltage manifest and thus the parents, proudly, handed over their seed for the training as he not only poured his gnosis into the childs head but listened to their observations as their eyes were fresh and connection intense. Much like bees and queens the basics are the same but what makes the difference changes everything hence its a secret kept hid to push the divine right of kings who are naught but beggars wearing purple in this age as, back when, he who served best was chose to lead the rest as they knew he had their best interests in his chest.
I remember worlds very different but almost identical so its like an anagram in that sense as its the arrangement of the variables that makes the difference between Shakespeares tales and a cheap run of pulp fiction designed for titilation that will be forgotten as soon as its pressed or a fresh home cooked meal that was prepped with attention and the best ingredients versus a synthetic gum to chew that imparts a cheap replication that fades, super quick, and has you standing there slack jawed instead awaiting the next hit.
Shamans, schizophrenics and the so called sane. What a heady mix, yes? Only one of these has trekked the Three Kingdoms aka your brain, chest and abdomen as each contains its own form of intelligence and, once coherent, you can do things far beyond what any motion pic sells and tells as that, my friend, is the Inner Sense of Ubermensch.
Till we meet again
