To the mind that is still the whole universe surrenders. That probably won’t make much sense until you enter your Center and you Witness the thoughts, concepts and beliefs you previously held with such tension to melt in an instant which allows something else to step in. Something else that was always present, yet awaiting, for you to extend the invitation by clearing a space in your busy mind which leaps from one to the next thing without ever taking a moment to consider this:
Are you the thoughts, the thinker or thinker? Stop and ponder this as it will be relevant when we progress because there are no external enemies that can torture you with such efficientness as the one that exists in your head. Thats right, just one. But it manifests as plenty of other selves (note the lack of capital S) that then wear your flesh and write cheques your consciousness is left to cash because at the end of the day you’re the one holding the bag, thats your John Hancock by the X and all debts public and private must be settled whilst once traipses in the flesh or school is back in session and you do it all again whilst accruing more of what sucked you in back when. Isn’t that something? Its almost like they don’t want you to win and are hell bent on keeping you coming back again. Did you know that light bent at ninety degrees is invisible? Cats see it nonetheless. Why I mention this, you’ll see for yourself as we progress. Anyway:
All of this, everywhen takes place inside your awareness but that itself isn’t inside your head. No matter how convincing the illusion is its still a cheap five sensory trick. You’ll find out when you’re dead and still capable of thinking and observing without touching as you are no longer in the world but still of it which means the short end of the stick again. Oh look, there is a light in the distance. I wonder what that could bring?
Before it gets to this again why not try something different? What I’ve currently outlined as a theory – that the Game is mental and thus plays out in your head and you have way more control than you suspect – is exceedingly practical as well, should you choose to put it to the test. Here’s what happens:
You try and attempt to bring some semblance of resonance to your awareness which has been trained to be distracted and jump frivolously from this to the next and back again at its own whim. Know why? Because you remembered to forget to assert your Self and thus nature abhors a vacuum and into it steps the Click Whirr processing of the System instead. Now misery lxves company and there is a familiar comfort in the stench that this brings to permeate your awareness. Like a remote little village that processes raw sewage that makes a visitors nose twitch as their eyes start watering and they gasp “What is that smell?” as the locals keep on living, not noticing it one bit. Thats a pretty accurate description of the Adulterated state of play of those trapped in the Game without a clue of whats at stake. Now keeping that same energy lets say if overnight someone where to change the environment dramatically so no more excrement permeated that reality. No, instead there were verdant flower fields and breathtaking natural landscapes as far as the eye can see that replaced the old grey machines. The lack of which means the atmosphere lightens considerably and the entire place is now resonant to a much higher frequency.
She who visited and complained of the stench previously would be delighted by the scenery as it stands in such stark relief to what she witnessed previously that offended her sensibilities. The locals on the other hand would take to defecating in the streets as they were so familiar with their misery that it was rendered invisible as they weave their point from A to Z without every questioning the spell woven by reality. “Its too bright” “Whats the smell? Its too nice and pleasant” “Why can I see the stars and night, so clear and twinkling?” “I miss the clang of the old factory” they said as they held a meeting, grumbling about the fate that had befallen them.
Now to you reading it may seem quite stupid. After all they are a simplistic kind, these village people, and they know what they know best. They were born into it. Unlike that highfalutin wench who wrinkled her nose up at them and is most likely responsible for the switch. “We should burn the witch. That would restore glory to our kingdom” they think because it was all perfect till she came along and dared to change things. “Look at these pretty ugly fields filled with pollen and seeds, buzzed around by birds and bees. Disgusting if you ask me” says the towns fecal fiefdom in a state of synchronicity.
This is what it means to be habituated and well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. This is the influence which seeps into the minds of young seeds as they once gamboled in the verdant fields, totally present yet carefree until society did its thing and poured excrement into their heads so they become just like their parents and do the same to their kids in a cycle that can only end if one chooses to think different.
To you from your current perspective the choice is Self evident. Who would voluntarily wish to live in a place that is poisoned and no matter how much you can delude and pretend it doesn’t stink the facts are it is what it is so why not be thankful for that which bought back that pristine sense and natural presence? Why wish to destroy it? Walk with me as the next logical step is this:
The environment doesn’t shift. The generation that grumbled about the removal of the filth they were so accustomed to die to find bliss and the next have nothing but tales and legends which weigh but a fragment compared to their current imperience which is eminently wonderful. The ones they raise continue this resonance and they exist in a state of bliss, fully connected and present. On and on. The end.
Now lets says into this paradigm some Big Business interests step and says “We’re intending to recycle all the pain, suffering and hate we can manifest through this here little village. No point resisting or complaining, we’ve got the permits and are open for business”. Almost overnight there are processing plants built quick. The tone of the place shifts and the patrons lament as they reminisce on how good they had it until that too becomes the stuff of legends as the generation next knows not what they mean when they speak of lying in a flower bed and watching the clouds pass overhead in a clear blue sky as their skin is caressed by a fresh and playful wind.
No, to them its all about the stench that they remember to forget and once again its back to what it was when I said a women came along and wrinkled her nose at the stink. Can you guess what will happen if she visited again now things had gone full circle? How the people would react? What they would expect and think? Well for a moment ponder this:
The verdant vistas, so natural and free are the state you were born with originally. Call it innocence or Inner Sense its the same deal as it means a resonance and consistency that feels wonderfully amazing and creates joy, internal and externally. No effort required, no special tools or machines, this is just how it be. The polluted village is what you became once the System did its thing with the noxious structures it erected in your awareness. You are both of the villagers. The ones who relish the artificially constructed yet familiar environment as well as those who vaguely recollect the days when it was different and the imperience wasn’t quite so dim with such an intense stink. In honesty most totally forget and even if they try to remember their youth its tinted with the current stench and rendered to their awareness as an edited sequence that lacks the same inner sense as that resonance left when the pollutants moved in.
Now I say all that to say this:
That pristine state you possessed when you stepped into this realm was because your tiny village was surrounded and housed in a much larger principality that we’ll call the Prime location. The fact that it was good means you were too by extension because there were no borders and limitations, one was an aspect of the other and together they were the same thing hence yours and ours. Only the Y makes the split but flipped that too can be reconnected.
Now the ideas in your head, the things you think you believe and how you define reality are actually byproducts of the factories those who wished to move in and annex these fine lands by various underhanded tricks fed in. Much like the villagers you’ve grown accustomed to the stench and will take it as a threat if someone speaks against them or attempts to show you something different, even if it was in your best interests. This is why its said that scientific truths only shift when the old guard that resisted them are dead and the next generation familiar with the concept is willing to give it a spin. As usual whoever dared speak the truth back then was crucified or called a fool because “What stench? Are you out of your head? Look around you and breathe in, that grey air is so crisp and fresh!”.
Never underestimate the need for self deception, especially when the truth as it is is exceedingly uncomfortable. People will yell, scream and rail against it because it threatens their concepts which, in the case of the village, means they can block off the stench that is so evident to the one who just checked in. Remove that and they’d need a peg for their nose as they began to wretch hence the emotional weight of their investment and how it relates to their concepts is immense.
Hopefully now you see what you’re up against when it comes to venturing within because this was intended to illustrate between what is and once was and can be again as well as the trouble it brings trying to buck the System that, under the cover of darkness, moved in to poison your realm with its own brand of excrement.
Now to be unaware of your unawareness of this takes an absolutely immense amount of effort and editing. So imagine the kid running through the field with a grin as his kite is whipped by the winds and he giggles, totally in the moment, Taking it all in with a diffuse kind of attention that simultaneously processes the warmth of the sun on his skin, his friends chattering as they run next to him, the sensation of the Earth underfoot, the flowers and their own scent as well as a billion other details that pour in with no effort or processing. Then pick him up and place him in the contaminated village to which he is well adjusted as he packs his lunch and takes a trip to do another eight hour shift of sewage processing. Here his awareness flits:
“Look at that sign, there is a sale on this weekend”. “My neck hurts, hope it isn’t serious”. “I hope that girl is in the bar when I end my shift”. “I can’t believe my mother said that to me when I was a kid”. “Think it might start raining, I’m sure I felt something on my skin”. and so on and on it goes. Seems familiar, doesn’t it? No prizes for guessing where you’re living because, like I said, the Game takes place inside your awareness and one of the slickest tricks they possess is your unwillingness to change a thing even if you hate the state of play at this moment. Oh its genius, it really is. Sick and twisted genius but still genius, nonetheless.
To get smarter you must play a smarter Opponent and even if he whips you for six, once, twice and then again as you unfinite awareness is wrapped in carbon based skin as it dips into the third realm and ironically forgets itself there is, was and always will be a portion that is pristine, ever present and perfect. This is whats meant by discerning if you’re the thinker, the thoughts or thinking because, like in a song, the silence is invisible. Its the moments between the hits that give the music structure and presence and thus would be quite obvious in their absence by the din and mess it brings. This is they key to unlocking your Self because, like your body, it can only be here, now, this very moment. That in itself is a huge hint on how to win the Game and once again embody the kid flying a kite in a field without a care in his head but lets get back to the resonance:
To the mind that is still the whole universe surrenders. I said this to begin but hopefully now it makes more sense because I refer to experiential things but to Witness this one must be willing to loosen the grips and this generates massive resistance as it threatens so many coping mechanisms you use to make sense of the stench as your uncontrollable attention flits from that to this in an attempt to not process what is self evident to anyone who just steps in to the village and its definite stench. Tell me that doesn’t sound like living in your own personal version of hell and somehow enjoying it nonetheless whilst giving up a ticket to heaven because of the threat it represents to what you’ve come to expect. Tell me that isn’t madness then look around the world and see what clicks. Witness a child as they’re born. The natural, effortless presence which uplifts the spirits of all those around them then check back in once the System has done its thing.
A mind and body that was once flexible, that lived to question and think for itself is now rigid and fixed in its existence. Something that was once unlimited and felt the center of everywhen was transformed into something else that ekes out an existence on the edge of anothers plantation as someone else moved in and took over their Kingdom. In order to forget this they’re driven to distraction, held hostage in their head. Full of anxiety and stress along with many other things they try hard to pretend don’t define their existence as each day their life does spread a fresh coat of suffering – sometimes thick, others thin yet always present – and to this they cling as they believe it defines them. Psychologically speaking this was called Stockholm Syndrome and in this sense you assist in plundering the Temple within because you’re unaware of the influence of this pernicious resonance that gladly took you under its wing even though you don’t possess red teeth and claws like them. Getting the image?
Now lets say you manage to overcome this. You see through the baubles, trinkets and distractions of this realm that were designed and engineered to hem you in to five sense and instead turn your mind within and somehow undo the filth the System poured in, in to your lineage and thus you accepted limitation as your inheritance even though you weren’t born like this and thus you placed boundaries on your Self in order to fit in. In village terms this is akin to stopping to smell the flowers, ignoring them and instead hovering your nose above the excrement which feeds them. Like I said the good never leaves and the “bad” is also present but its a question of perspective that causes the shift because once you realize who you are and when then the resonance makes its presence felt and the larger aspect of Self that didn’t dip down into this realm but is fully aware of your adventure in lines up and thus the Game (which, remember, plays out in your awareness) has no chance but to acquiesce as all shifts to accommodate your burgeoning sentience because enlightenment comes by being willing to walk into the darkness as that is where, in this age, in this stage of the Game you will find your Self hidden and this is why the way there is so frightening because those controlling interests that shredded your Inner Sense way back when and designed the System need your cooperation in order to further their operation.
I can’t believe I’ve just typed this. Nearly three thousand words and it still feels like explaining the sensation of a kiss to one without lips. No matter thats irrelevant because its not what I said. Not these letters or message but the intent. That is the gaps, the silence this plays out within that I hope allows you to grasp a frame of reference that leads you to your own state of resonance so we may all laugh in merriment as we run barefoot through the fields of higher awareness as our kites of actualization are lifted by the winds of providence as we discover and embody ever purer and purer aspects of Self.
Till we meet again
