The concept of a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which spins at two instances both outside and within may seem mind-boggling when mentioned in text but, when it comes to living it, its perfectly natural. Stranger still is how invisible the process is and that is why I’ve said, time and again, that reality as it stands has far more in common with a dream than an objectively solid deal that doesn’t need your presence to generate its resonance. Once again that is something that appears inane in text but carries immense weight when feltsensed as gnosis of your awareness and its boundless flex to project, take in and buy what you’re selling at twice the price labelled. Actually, back up a bit:
Its not an anvil thing. Much more like a feather in the sense that one becomes tipped on the scales toward Spirit rather than matter as you comprehend the dense state of vibration at this depth is actually made of something far more numinous and subtle. You are it, my friend. Not the story in your head or timeline you’re traversing that is as invisible as water to a fish or any number of concepts you really hope and wish are true but have no proof in your fist and thus you must gnash and wail in order to defend the faith against those who would tarnish it.
All of that said, its not so much that this is the world how it is but what the F did I do to end up in this mess whilst being surrounded by those who gladly take it in with no questions asked nor needed. Imagine being the first Exocoetidae to swim in the seas of regular fish. They’d look at your fins and not comprehend how one would be so well endowed compared to them. Some would admire, others may be jealous but there isn’t a Soul among them that could tell you how to take flight and use that natural gift in the way it was intended. On the flip, they’d tell you it was some type of sickness and how you’re a wannabe bird or something along with all kinds of dire warnings. What if, one day, you just decided to let rip via the guidance from within and felt an immense sense of freedom that was exactly what you’d been craving since back when? Would you rush to tell the rest? How the hell would they comprehend and even if they did, could they emulate it? Doubtful. Well, lets pretend that life on this stage of the Game is filled with those who come equipped with wings as standard but they’ve got the internal OS a goldfish flashed inside of them. What then?
Stranger still what if there was another aspect that most don’t comprehend that had a silent say in things and thus they created this numbing and dumbing in order to ensure they’re easy pickings and thus the hunter with a shotgun who pops off at the barrel called this realm remains well fed. Every now and then one remembers what they told him to forget and attempts to break out of the box by spreading its wings and thus is hunted from both directions and is, literally, a fish out of water whilst this is happening. I suspect one of those sentient piscatorial philosophers would opine:
“The world in my mind, my mind in the world. What the heck is happening to create this rhyme behind the reason which seems to ebb and flow like the seasons for life has its strangeness but there is none quite as weird as contemplating your awareness that reflects back the contradiction of an all encompassing nothingness that holds all as potential, in dark, which is activated by the spark of your presence and intent”.
If you were said fish how would you convey the dataset of that illumination to the rest who a) believe what was said, b) never reality test and c) are unaware of their own strength. Now take that same thought imperiment and apply it to humans so the only logical conclusion is that I’m remembering potentials and skills from a previous stage in the Game where I wore different skin and this is backed by historical record (that white men call myths) and the unshakable quake of gnosis that reverberates in my consciousness. Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that, just for a moment, when you rose in bed your real life seemed inauthentic? Do you think that well trained fish ever talk about the nature of the water they glide in or is what sustains and, in a subtle way entraps, invisible?
Sadly most can never imagine being anything than what they are which is why I think this realm would be quite different if we mandated a Salvia trip around, say, age twenty six. Can you imagine? Ancient cultures Knew this well which is why they vaunted the role of the Shaman and had initiatory rites at half of what I said to mark the shift from boy to man. Why did I pick a distant time instead? Simple, we of high tech live lives of extended adolescence as evidenced by the fact that the greatest buyers of toys these days are so called grown men. In many ways we’re in a state of regress. Like a sea of fish that can fly being overtaken by a sense of forgetfulness that was dumped into the ocean after leaking from landfills. They, who once happily played over the waves, are now changed and mere shadows of their true Self. Over time they will become so well adjusted that stories of yore become myth as they develop new sciences and things that lampoon and say how ridiculous it all is. And yet, against the odds, what if one did zip and was forced to take flight after being pursued by something from the depths and then, as he ascends, another force nearly takes his head. What then? Would you like to trade places with that fish or would you be content to be stuck in the mid with a joker and thief on either end?
What if all of this was a super abstract metaphor that hid a kernel of gnosis within and what we’re actually talking about is the hemispheres of your head and one side spins at a rate of billions of bits per second but the other can only handle a thin string and from this it stitches its narrative? Would that explain, in a thousand words, why the state of Inner Sense you dwelled in, back when, has been Adulterated and no matter how hard you try or pretend you simply can’t generate that level of resonance again as what you use to look with taints with its lens of what it expects?
This is why I’ve said that words are thoughts held hostage. The ancestors Knew this well hence their use of story and symbol as the former was like an internet that connected minds across continents (hence the collective unconscious) whilst the latter was closer to a flash drive that was pin protected. In that respect I mean that you can only gain full access to all of the levels within what presented if you could decode what was seen and that really is a clever mode of encryption that hints at their intelligence aka how they spread their wings. Sort of like what I mentioned about ads in E&M, back when, as the beauty of a fractal is things don’t change but they never remain the same either which keeps things interesting. If confusing for those tuning in to a pirate radio signal that asks their consciousness to dance to another beat. One others may not see but certainly feel. Actually what if the current “reality” is the bootleg but broadcasting a closer signal that is backed by resonance and willful ignorance as one fish turns to the next and says:
“Wings? Flying? Oh, you mean fangels? Yeah, I read about them in Sunday school, fool! Can’t do that whilst you live. Don’t be stupid”.
Maybe I’ve been reclusive for too long or the recent street dramadey combined with a strong bout of personal archaeology has left me in a zone of twilight I never expected nor predicted but I feel that I’ve drifted way further than I did in previous threads and thats what caused the narrative to shred as it was already spread thin and into this stepped the other side of the mill instead and its handing out billions of bits of data per second and thats akin to picking up your phone and finding its been upgraded to holotech instead as the person presents as a depth vision instead of the flat image you were awaiting. Know who this kind of stuff happens to? Schizophrenics. Know who else? Mystics. Whats the difference? Their internal OS and we’re back to your head again so the question is:
The world in my mind, my mind in the whirled as thats far more accurate and offers a hint of the Dual Reality in effect but, right now, that voice in your head is requesting you pay no heed to he that speaks on him behind the curtain nor the plans to make androids from men for those little augmented robofish will happily believe their bolt on wings are what give them lift when you and I Know different, yes?
To comprehend this whilst living is truly lifes greatest gift, my friend, for then there are no enemies, only teachers, who swim into your vision and thus up your resonance as you comprehend you’re dealing with projections that, ultimately, want you to win. In another octave you can consider the Generation, Operation and Destruction principle as as a higher facet of this because, in the end (as well as during and before) it all takes place inside your consciousness.
Thats pretty powerful, yes? Hence the world in my mind, my mind in the world and all of it spins from the still, quiet point in the mid I’ve termed the Psylense. The hardest thing to hear is also quite difficult to see for most, plugged in, as its what decodes the signals whilst also providing the canvas (plus inks to sling) and thus is as invisible as water to a fish.
Do the Knowledge, my friend. Its worth the investment as one tuned to its resonance can turn diamonds from the hot coals life slings whilst issuing a cheery “Return to sender” on all negative aspects and tricks as the Warrior slices the Gordian Knot of the Catch Twenty Two, presented, with a swift ascent up the mid leaving deconstructed 11:11s instead as he moves under the guidance of the Prime, the pre-existing one. A nonzero situation, if you will, for him and them are the same thing. Can we all win?
Till we meet again
