Into a realm filled with darkness steps one made of light. Can the people see? Nay, they can not for their eyes are closed tight. In that flex they are coherent, in a sense, because what is within matches without. But, it wasn’t always like this.
There once was a time, on this very planet, where children were ushered in with much respect and deference for it was via their eyes shining bright that the rest of the world attuned their own light within. As you can see modern life is the almost exact inverse of this and thus the glow of their Inner Sense is rapidly extinguished by many forms of injustice that are, bizarrely, socially sanctioned, accepted and expected. The child knows something is up but cannot verbalize it. If they throw tantrums and attempt to reject the process which is happening they risk being cut off and the threat of this feels like a thousand deaths so they all acquiesce. This is the act of the sealing that occurs between ages eight and six, although even that is quickening.
None of what I’ve said is new, even though its the first time you’ve heard it. The thing is to reverse the tides of this spiritual necrosis for the collective it needs the individual to step into their own darkness and this can only occur when you’re willing to question what you think. To be more accurate that should be called Thunk as there is a difference. Children do the former, its natural and intuitive when curiosity is at the helm because everything is a learning imperience for the newly embodied in this realm. Once the living process is disconnected and programmed it becomes processed and thus not quite the same as it no longer flows but is quite solid. This is the sealing of the eyelids of which I spoke that no longer see light but are now shrouded in darkness.
Within there are certain blocks, certain chunks or concepts which are arranged again and again then presented and re-presented to the senses. That is Thunking. There is no space for anything new. Nothing exists outside this frame and anything that attempts to penetrate is met with hate, indifference or disdain. “That isn’t the way we do things” say the perpetually miserable when offered solutions or help as that would need them to think different and of this Thunk is not capable.
How do you define evil? Good as well. Take a moment. Push the pen and then share your perspect because, to me, it goes a little something like this:
It feels nice to unfold, to be curious and open. In that sense you are totally related to and fully in the present. There is a distinct lack of mental baggage or psychological distractions that are evidenced by a spring in your step and general air of lightness. The flip, to which most people are very well accustomed, is like a glow, extinguished. It happens in bits and pieces and leaves them a mere fragment of themselves as they sit, in engineered darkness. They will create a thousand and one fables for this and woe betide anyone who mentions the huge amount of copium they sniff as that psychospiritual flex is now thin and brittle so simply can’t handle what they said and thus they’ll react like their very concept of Self is under threat. But, the truth doesn’t need to be defended. It simply is. It is you, my friend, that are either in or out of resonance with your innate Inner Sense that you once possessed in abundance before you were coaxed into trading it for something else…
Its really quite wicked once you’ve seen the Game for what it is on the level we’re currently playing. The ones who suffer the worst are those who can’t do anything. The children. Those vessels of Inner Sense that possess the skills to see through the BS (thats belief systems) and yell “The Emperor is naked!” because that is exactly what they Witness. Should that happen the rest may start flickering their eyelids. At first it will be the one who suspects that there is something very, very wrong with this realm but cannot put their finger on it. That person has often thought at length about the difference between now and then. Why childhood was so immediate and visceral whereas Adulteration is boring and predictable. Well, thats the difference between Thunking you think and knowing you’re thinking as one must identify the true problem in order to find the actual solution. Read that last link and tell me, my friend, about the version of you that would be at the helm, at present, had your school been cool, as imagined, and not a camp of concentration…
Slowly, but certainly, via the principles of resonance there would be a grand awakening as people realize the nature of the trick as they laugh that not only is what they worshipped not what they Thunk it was but that the whole thing was a joke, a joke on them and they fell for it. One generation after the next and this would have kept on happening were it not for the presence of Inner Sense that tells it exactly how it is because they don’t go out into the world looking for confirmation but approach with curiosity instead. I’ll give you an example:
If you ask a child who has seen about three or four summers in this realm “What color do I feel like?” the answers can be stunning. If you then make this a Game and play it between yourselves on people you know well you’ll start to notice Patterns in the childs awareness in that the depressive element trudging by with shoulders bent in on themselves like broken wings is a muddy brown whereas the young lady in throes of her first passions is a bright, vivid red. Don’t believe me, try it for your Self. Children decode a heck of a lot more than their parents but because its standard equipment they tend not to mention it because no one else does. This is actually a remainder from the days of babyhood because we’ve all experienced the newborn who instantly starts screaming when her mothers friend comes over and is cooing away. Thats because the show is for the surface as she arranges the expected blocks of Thunk but the child senses the darkness and incoherence that makes it fret as it feels like a withdrawal of life force and thus a taste of death that brings stress to its nervous system.
Now the astute among you would have clicked the problem and the solution rests in the parents themselves because if they’re lumbering through a realm with glued shut eyelids as they manufacture proof for the lies they tell themselves then surely by the principles of resonance their children will imitate and do the same thing. Yes, this is correct. There is also an immense edifice I call the System that people like this built and it has many dungeons within which to trap peoples spirits via various forms of indoctrination. “One of us, one of us” beats the drum in their head that hypnotizes the dumb into believing they still live, even though each day feels like a slice of death. Describes modern life quite well, yes? Remember its only an option and mine is simply to present an alternative but how far as you willing to question your programming?
It all comes back to the Thunk. These pesky, prevalent chunks that bring their own form of resistance that dims the lamp within from doing its thing as evidenced by the shift you know fine well you feel when comparing the Inner Sense you can’t quite recollect versus the Adulteration that seems standard. Have you noticed one key difference? How the former would always bring something new, fresh and innovative as you were simply saturated in creative impulses that surged up from within without instruction or prompting whereas the latter is staunchly predictable and thus exceedingly boring so one reaches out to a screen, someone else or substance for entertainment.
Those are the actions of one wandering around this realm with firmly closed eyelids as they believe the deception in their heads which at this very moment is speaking “Why on Earth are you reading this foolishness? The man is obviously speaking total gibberish because your eyes are fully well open otherwise you wouldn’t be able to read a thing. What an idiot. Lets do something else” as it offers distractions and impulses. Some won’t get it as a narrative, there will just be an antsy feeling instead and many wouldn’t have even made it this far to read this bit as they’d have flittered off somewhere predictable and safe instead.
Who am I to say this?
One who fought against the tides of the System since childhood and who bears the battle scars to prove it. Into a realm filled with darkness steps one made of light but the latter comprehend not what think presents as Thunk will not allow them the option. You truly must be willing to lose your mind to come to your senses. People have often said its like rising from a lumpy bed that was most uncomfortable and a dreadful sleep filled with numbing visions. As they reorient themselves they hear birds singing, the sun shining and a sense of natural abundance.
This is the resurrection of Inner Sense. This is what is awaiting those willing to question what they accepted back when when they were small and impressionable. Those rules are etched upon your awareness in a childs scrawl that most class as sacrosanct. How sad it is that that in fact serves as a life sentence thanks to the presence of the Adulterant.
There once was a time, on this very planet, where children were ushered in with much respect and deference for it was via their eyes shining bright that the rest of the world attuned their own light within. Even with closed eyes one can sense that this world is it and if you aren’t with those who are solving and willing to think different then you are the one who is spoken of when they say the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed but you will never Thunk this. So effective is the Slave/Masters programming and that is why I state that it takes a nation of billions to hold back the children.
Let them lead and the Game will change within a generation. Or don’t and you’ll get where we’re headed which is silicon mixed with flesh and special, shiny extended life sentences where thinking is stealthy edited the moment you step in due to implanted tech designed to modulate their awareness.
Till we meet again
