Once upon a when there was a man. And there was a pyramid. At first he was ignorant of it as he lived on another continent and the everyday way of doing things occupied all of his attention. As luck would have it he needed to take a trip and this is when the man came to the mountain and the attraction was instant. What he didn’t comprehend, then, was how carefully engineered this feature presentation is. I use the current tense as its still occurring as this edifice is akin to a lightbulb for the Soul trying to find his way home… More as we progress.
His ego was stroked with perfection. Actually, masturbating it would be more accurate as they knew all about him as they’d watched from a distance and even inserted some squares in his circle which is how he ended up in their grip. All the while he believed he was operating under the principle of free will but the truth, as he would discover, was quite different. For now, it didn’t matter:
“We like the cut of your jib but don’t think the time is correct for your entrance into this clique” they said. Knowing his psychotype and how this tantalizing rejection would make him covet and place far greater value on what he could get as evidenced by the fact that he wouldn’t sleep with the countless women throwing it at him but the moment he met one who was in a devoted relationship he couldn’t wait to dive in as he liked the idea of pleasure without strings. Little did he knew about the true nature of the spider and the web it spins from beyond this realm…
He said nothing but walked away from them as he went back to business. Being perceptive he noticed that the effortlessness with which doors opened as he attained appointments and contracts had dimmed and things certainly felt quite different as those instant, easy grins were now replaced with cold looks and a sense of distance. By this point it was Self evident that this was all part and parcel of the feature presentation as all can smile and flash a grin when the weather is clement but what happens when its raining? He aced the test with perfection and when he “accidentally” ran in to one of their field agents who invited him out for a drink he went against his better judgement as, somewhere within, he’d clicked that a clique with an immense web and penchant for theatrical deception surely doesn’t bode well for one they’re actively courting. And yet, he went along with it because a) its how he was wired and thus the way they pitched and b) he kept telling himself he could step, any time he wished.
This, of course, didn’t happen and for lifetimes he was under their spell. They gradually unfolded all types of wisdom and access in front of him as he went on to be one of the best adepts they’d ever seen as he bought countless Souls in and even refined their methods of indoctrination. The man who climbed the pyramid sat on the peak and said:
“What the F?” as the gravity of the deal weighed in and it most certainly was immense.
The team didn’t like this, one bit, and attempted all types of spin and shenanigans but the initial, ignored seed of the misgiving had grown into a tree of gnosis that revealed the shadows depth and then, just like that, he went from a friend of ours to a moving target. Not content with one death they ensured each respawn contained more and more degradation as they wanted to break his spirit and shatter the awareness he’d developed from his point of vantage so that it would not be taken as a threat to their organization and its grip upon the minds of its extended membership. By the way, that went a little something like this:
“All animals are equal, some more than others”.
In that sense each step brings with it a greater deception designed to lure them in and keep on half stepping around a psychospiritual treadmill that affords an illusion of progress as long as you never, ever gain the vantage from the capstone they miss. That was, in effect, why they needed him because only a certain type of mind can build a bridge to draw in a specific element that cannot be mined from this realm. Had they achieved these ends the outcome would’ve been total domination and the end of freedom. Not that many knew what this was or meant as they were so used to the counterfeit and reality testing wasn’t encouraged as one was trained to acquiesce by taking part in a performance which revealed more details to the adept but what they always kept hid was what they did unto others was actively being implemented around them as the firm specialized in compartmentalization and thus the right had no clue of what the left was doing.
This is what he realized from that lofty vantage. He looked around at the borrowed wings that had allowed him to ascend and he pondered the nature of the counterfeit that flies via illusion and if there was indeed a genuine equivalent when a childs voice said within:
“Imagination”.
That was it. The missing link, the rainbow bridge, the power of Inner Sense. They say that once you Know ignorance is no longer an option and it matters not for how long you have danced to the tune another set because once this drum beat kicks in you’ll happily bare any expense as the gift that it brings is nothing more and nothing less that total emancipation from this realm. Suddenly the idea of becoming a star, celeb or even planet that exerts influence on the rest who shuffle around in a weak daze of ignorance loses its glint as the fools gold is revealed as naught but a cheap camera trick. Instantaneously, he became aware of his true state, the way it is and what it truly means to wear flesh as well as the nature of this callous of consciousness that extends from the Fifth Dimension in order to exert an influence on the plebs by using trauma, repetition and symbols to manipulate their awareness.
He had two choices.
Keep on keeping on whilst keeping cards close to his chest or calling it how it is and seeing what happens. What would you have chosen? In our tale the protagonist actually thought these men and women were his friends and thus he gathered them and floated his perspective. Needless to say another award winning performance was in full effect and it was only half way through the script that he realized he was getting pimped and this created an immense emotion to swell within. It was at this point they killed him and savored the etheric remnants as these were the cats among the pigeons who made mice of men and told sheep that they could vote for events, democratic. Like who gets to eat them.
The mans Soul flies high above this realm but is tied up with binds of strings based on the oaths and promises it took to ascend. There was a time, back when, he would never, ever dream of sharing a secret and how it was the world against them as they were hated due to the insight they possessed and, no matter how it seems, the end result was worth it as they worked for a higher principle that was the grand poo bah of all of this and how it would eventually make sense. This it did and, in effect, they’d been grooming him via false resonance from one life to the next. His school friends since back when, the girl he married, heck even his parents were caught up in the mix as they would manifest their own intent through these organic portals for they exerted an influence in the causal realms where numbers are the king which the world translates into its own script under the illusion of free will.
Floating around with this lens he sees how many incarnations he fell for these tricks and how well they’d arranged the whole thing without careful stage managing and this caused him to question not only the intent at the helm but the divine right of kings and whole host of bits that, previously, he’d took for granted as they had their own script. They say the greatest thing in the hands of the Opponent is the mind of his Victim and this goes, times ten, when you’re wearing flesh as the rest are naught but projections from within and thus we wrestle with phantoms if we stress and yell without comprehending you are online in this realm from the first breath till the end.
Problem was he was a man that was honest who dealt with those of whom was said the truth isn’t in them and thus they may have whispered sweet nothings that shared one thing but had other intent but it his word that was his bond that now caused him suffering as he incarnated into one living hell then the next in which these old friends would manifest around to exploit his ignorance and create yet more spiritual debt in order to use him as grist for the mill and a warning to the rest of what happens should one veer off script. They, true to form, extracted an immense sense of pleasure from his pain which they certainly enjoyed inflicting and there was no form of degradation possible that they didn’t visit upon his many manifestations in their grip. They say that a man can see further through a tear then telescope and it was in one such event that he remembered the view from the apex as his true nature began to reveal itself and thus he could not help but grin at the sheer simple mindedness of the clique that affirmed his view was correct for if you can do such things whilst moving as they did then how can one claim to possess true spiritual strength and wisdom when their very actions do tell of the narrow bandwidth they grip and use to play this realm like a harp from hell?
“Get in where you fit in” he said and, in many respects, was correct as there is only so long that the real fakes can pretend and in order to achieve their ends they need to dilute the authentic to be like them whilst stealthily altering their blueprint so the truth doesn’t click. Luckily for them they know the brain outside and in with a reptilian essence backed by demons that manifest to allow the pimps of consciousness to ensure their tricks don’t click exactly what came over them in the name of initiation in which they lost their Soul connection but gained something else instead which seems much more intoxicating as they too dream of one day ascending the pyramid and can’t wait to destroy or play stealthy tricks on the man who ascended then rejected the wings to fall to the depths and live life as a pleb with the rest but remains totally aware of what kicks around him thanks to the splinter of consciousness which decodes at a higher res.
You know what they say about old habits, yes? Some are lifetimes in the making…
What would you do, my friend? Would you wish to climb or live and die in ignorance of what was hidden behind the curtain? Lets say if you rise and find your Self sitting at the hill but this act takes a special type of thing which is a final and irrevocable deal you sign with your inherent vibration which has been steadily corrupted and reflected back as something else because these demons that were sent to reign in what became a living hell simply cannot ascend as the bridge is off limits for them but if you decide to bring a friend they can all hitch a lift as they share but a single mind among them.
It takes a lot of strength to admit one has been bamboozled, hoodwinked, led astray and run amok after pouring so much intent in but I guess that is why they say keep your heroes at a distance as you won’t see the gold effect is chipped and their wings, counterfeit…
This is the tale of the man who fell to Earth after he climbed the pyramid and thus life, for him, was quite different to the rest as he saw with the type of resolution many would class as science fiction or philosophical thought experiments when, in the end, that simply attests to the efficiency of those who hold their minds captive and have convinced the rest they are “merely human” when they are something so subtle, so magnificent and permanent that even the blind can see it but many are drawn by false lights that twinkle and glist plus there is one born every minute into the Valley of the Plebs that exists in the shadow of the pyramid… And yet, with all that said, there is an immense swell of empathy present as well for them. They truly have been short changed when it comes to many aspects of this realm as no one wants to reign in hell but if that is the only option when your fair dues for heaven were not presented for works rendered then you cannot help but look sideways as the lies, off rip, came from events where the praised didn’t deliver on what they said but resorted to tricks ergo they could claim they learned from the best. Or, is it their previous conduct that created this outcome for them due to what they did with the power when they possessed it? Who can tell?
Me? I do not make such proclamations as that is beyond my current res to comprehend the whole thing but, rest assured, I certainly do chip, daily, at my ignorance and thus am certain that someday we’ll all be free. Yet again, before I tread, there is the inherent nature of an equation which must be imbalanced to generate the variables and thus, from a greater lens, I’m sure it all makes sense ergo what more can we do that put one foot in front of the next whilst pondering the depth of what it means to wear flesh in a realm built on ignorance that mind is all there is?
To those still engaged in the quest, from one life to the next, who look and think “What an idiot” for spurning what they covet I ask them to wonder, if they can, with the empathetic sense of their chest about the reason for such things and actions? What would they do if it was them, in the end, that chose the hard option and, in effect, took the job nobody wanted because in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits there is simply a script with roles in which, eventually, we all sit and thus I’ll say it with a symbol instead for those with three eyes that function to decode the wavelength:
There is but one Truth. And it is eternal. May it protect me, everywhen.
Till we meet again
