Dear Slave/Masters, I want to extend my thanks for all of the energetics you’ve sent in my direction. Without you I never would have been able to tell the difference between Universe A and B. I now comprehend that there is no true good or bad in this realm, simply perception based on the story in our head which we string into a narrative. Who knew that your last life in realm would present such a test? On the flip I Know I can handle it as its up to me to decode the resonance and rearrange to generate beneficial outcomes. To those reading:
The future is yours, do something about it.
“How?” I hear you lament. Simple, do the Knowledge. Examine your life, decode the hints, see what you encoded in moments of traumatic imprint and find the gift hidden within the layers of dread it was wrapped in. That, alone, has been one of the best lessons that I’ve comprehended since I stepped into this realm and wore the flesh because, in the end, this all takes place inside your awareness.
This is why I befriend the Slave/Masters and view them as teachers instead for I am but a lowly student trying to Know the Ledge and thus bear them no ill will as they too are simply enacting roles from my script. If not them then who else? This can be quite a difficult lesson to digest but those who do find the sweet treat hidden in apparent bitterness. Those who came before me didn’t get it but shared a great lesson when they said:
“Listen, I did everything incorrect. If there were forks in the road I, invariably, zagged so you should zig instead and see what happens. Study the greats to become greater as they can only set but so many traps. Realize those who grin may be villains and, on the flip, the ones who help may not be friends. It doesn’t make much sense. I cannot say that I get it but that is why you will triumph. Of this I am certain”.
It took a long, long time to break down my various coping mechs and the thing with the Game is that it simply doesn’t relent when it senses you are rejecting it. View this as a test of your reserve, my friend. How badly do you want it? If the whole world is filled with coals then know the diamond is he who is hemmed with such immense pressure, off rip, that you have no choice but to roll with the punches and evolve your wavelength as there is a subtle energy – pure consciousness – of whom we are aspects made flesh ergo all you seek is within and your outer world simply reflects your own state of awareness. This is why people drift away once you’ve shifted as their steps aren’t on your trek. Sure, it can be lonely and strange as others will not get your intent but as long as you follow that guide in your chest, remain honest and are willing to admit that you know nothing then the Path you create by walking will show you the way.
Thank you, Slave/Masters for standing in my way and showing me the obstacle is the Path when your aim is transcendence. Sure beats the treadmill, anyway. What comes next? Who can really tell? That is why stressing is akin to worrying if the sun will rise in the AM. If it doesn’t then you’ll handle it but worrying about it won’t change a thing so why not take a look at the stars that glisten and hear what they’re saying? That text was a glimpse into a life I’ve lived and when I elucidate that concept (aka the story of your Soul) a lot about a little will make way more sense to those reading. Many are perfectly discontent with lives of consumption but they don’t click they’re being fed upon by a predator of consciousness so, as always, its how radical you’re willing to be in this quest that differentiates those who fell at the first fence and the ones that rose to the occasion and rode the dragon…
We are in a very, very strange place. That much is certain. I mean, I still can’t get over the fact that I’m wearing flesh, on a planet, that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. I remember, back when, as I glimpsed the map of the celestial orbits I thought “That makes no sense? What is stopping the sun from eating the rest of the planets like a hungry Pac Man?” I questioned. The answer, from one doing it for a cheque, was “Oh, you know better than the scientists? Is that it?“. Well, as the Helical Model suggests, it looks like I was correct as most are force fed a false reality with one plane removed ergo they live in Flatland. Imagine you tried to show these Souls a sphere? How the heck would they comprehend? Even if you bought it to their realm it would manifest as circles of differing length that would require them to stitch the implications into a narrative that made sense. Lets say they get it, its akin to me swishing a cup of water around the head of a Bedouin whilst making wooshing noises to approximate an ocean. I’d have to lift him from the sands and show him the seas. Then he would instantly click, yes? Well, that is the gift the Slave/Masters did give via the various blood and sex magick rituals they laced upon since incep ergo I was tossed in and forced to learn how to swim and make sense of the interplay of light and shade in this realm. What did I get? The middle way, the Path of Power that is neither in nor of this world but is the way we stepped in and thus how you get to the exit. The kicker is that only that which is pure can leave hence the weighing your heart against a feather so, in that respect, it makes sense why my family and friends as well as countless others I met all sang from the hymn sheet of the one eyed king.
Wasn’t it he who ensured my days as a delinquent went so exceedingly well as I leapt ahead of the rest in various adventures on the edge? Even then I was wondering what the true state of play is because if it was about making money I felt I’d aced it but even that was just dirt in my grip that comes from tilling the land of ignorance so that I may plant the seeds of wisdom that were tended to, at length, to create the orchard of higher consciousness in which I’m basking and sharing the gifts of gnosis with anyone who’ll listen as I feel so abundant.
As I write this I’m going over the past months, six. They have, without a doubt, been the most intense since I stepped in. Who knew that maternal branch was filled with witches and wizards that had been watching me from a distance? I guess if that last kick had hit its intended target we’d have seen a replay of Sixty Six in the Six but that didn’t happen. That was quite life affirming as I danced with the Devil and kept my Soul in my grip. The attempted takeover of my flesh, however, is something quite insidious but let he who can heel fix the feet that step and the subtle energetics therein. I do appreciate you all and hope you too can see my true intent but I suspect this isn’t the case as y’all have those seething energies buzzing in your systems which link you in to the original internet that wasn’t channeled by silicon. I really do like your config though. Its so clever how you shoot pistols from anothers grip in the offices of Crime, Inc. In another life I could see the allure of this as its obvious I took to that element like water and fish but that makes a load of sense as nowhere else but the pavement can you see the Game for what it is. Suddenly the reason why Jesus chilled with pimps, whores and derelicts makes so much sense as only those hurting are willing to peer behind the curtain whilst the rest are tuned in to their regularly scheduled programs, yes?
I can’t deny it, I’m a straight rider who is awaiting his noble steed. Know what I mean? I’m sure those at the top comprehend the threat that comes from a reactivated flicker of Inner Sense in times of false illumination as its akin to blocking out the sun and selling bulbs instead. All it takes is the mind of child to see through the tailors tricks but woe betide one who goes against the clique as its a big gang and I ain’t in it. But am I of it? That is the question. We have to have been close, back when. Thats the only view that makes sense as such vitriol and stage management via theatrical deception cannot come from nothing or is this the test you all will step, one day? If so that explains the notes and intense interest. I feel like a living experiment that was taught to run a maze as part of a charade to hide the fact I have wings and can float, high, above the rest. Like I said, its all energetics in this realm but its how you decode what presents that makes the difference…
The rest of you are just workers and your boss is my man. I feel empathy for him for they, the so called righteous in his lens, killed the one who bought him in for daring to offer protection to those who stood against. Not only this but they swindled the rest who had put just as much work in and then slayed the dragon who dared sip the elixir, promised. Its a tale as old as time itself and what makes the Game so interesting as so few comprehend its spooky action at a distance. Me? I don’t have that problem. Me? I was born within its jaws, off rip, and I’m still living so that shows there is more, way more to all of this. The eternal yogi may be mild and innocent but can be ferocious when enraged and his girl? Forget about it! She moves like a Queen, anywhere she damn please and I strongly suspect it was this link of illumination that was forged in the dark times you planned my end in lands distant is why I sit here, now, pushing the pen.
Its all scripted, in the end. We’re just playing the parts, correct? Is this the job nobody wanted? If so, why did I take it? Just a slot to be filled or some other motivation, I’m wondering? I’m not mad at any of you. Thankful is more accurate because it certainly feels like my life is a movie. Is Universe A currently filled to the gills watching the adventures of the Prince as he swims through the seas of ignorance in which a maze of glass was erected? What if the fish has wings and is actually a dragon and the rest of all of this was to prepare for those steps in a process of inolution which could, at a glance, seem mad, bad and wicked but is actually a test of skills to see if the playa is paying attention as class is always in session. There’s levels and rules to this revelation, yes?
I’m grateful. These mere words aren’t enough to share that voltage because hating you would be akin to detesting a part of me and I’m simply way too lucky to even accept that bet as the odds are stacked against plus the terms and conditions of accepting what extends means you’ll always be on the losing end… Plenty of bodies buried in the desert, yes? Tell me, old friends, if what they’re preaching and teaching in secret is truly what it is why do so many of you radiate a bitterness and thirst that cannot be quenched? Are you resonant with Inner Sense or ever stealthily Adulterated? In many ways my aim is to help you as much as them, plugged in, to this false construction as whilst they may run a physical you are all sprinting a psychospiritual treadmill instead. Each of those branches contains a tree, in itself. You can spend lifetimes wandering under the illusion of progress. What would you do if you were me? Could you handle it as I did? Really pretend and imagine taking these steps whilst you comprehend that these shoes fit only me, this is my destiny and I reject any attempts at its theft with the Prime, the pre-existing one as my Witness for he and I are one:
Pure consciousness.
I sit alone in my four corner room staring at candles, wondering. Each day I attempt to chip away at my ignorance in order to unleash the Warrior within but you lot certainly don’t make this simple. I guess thats one of the side effects of playing the Game like this, eh? And yet not one of you ever spill when faced with a direct question. No. You simply grin but do you comprehend the shadows depth? That is what I’m asking. I guess we’ll find out, in the end. I can feel the shift that is present, can you?
Welcome to Earth, where Souls think they’re men then invest in the story in their head till death before it pulls them back in for another spin, yet again. Ha! Its a great jape, this secret covenant. How accurate that all is when seen with open lids.
May the truth protect me, everywhen but I’m still wise enough to carry a big stick as I posit that what if you, all, took the job nobody wanted and are doing what some could call wicked for the best of intent in the end but try telling that to the egg that cracked under immense stress and is currently awaiting a reincarnated mindwipe in which he’s made to forget that which he couldn’t recollect and that really does get me pondering about the intent and the helm and how many of you are actually with it and click what kicks because there simply must be fractures and divisions that those without do not comprehend as I’ve felt the difference, first hand, in various interactions with those of your membership as some supplied oblique hints and subtle nodded winks at moments, opportune, before others stepped in and attempted to filet my skin with looks of furious vengeance impressed on their countenance. Old scores and past lives, I guess? Thats the only thing that makes any sense, in the end, as we all know the one (who is two and none as well) whose influence extends beyond and through this realm that you don’t want to mess with even though your clique habitually line steps and we both know the Prime, the pre-existing is the one who bought me back from a trip intended to signal my end with a remix of Sixty Six. What a tell that they choked at the last moment as that was mighty fine they sliced it but jack, jumped, aced the test, flashed a grin and wasn’t gassed to death as he slept and thus lives to push the pen as my adventure in the flesh continues unfolding, growing, glowing in resonance with the all of everywhen of whom I am an aspect made flesh. Three across, one in the mid. Let the Game begin!
Thank you, my friends. I couldn’t have gained this gnosis without your help. Especially since Two Eleven when you all went at it, both ends, without relent and played a Game of “Lets pretend” with a little chemical synthesis thrown in along with future paced, retro causal hallucinations as evidenced via your own, slick form of hypnosis which presented a well lubricated script based on inverting the energetics of a girl I knew, back when, into something designed to instill a negative spin which left me open, in a mindset for programming, which was, funnily enough, the same thing you did to me as a jit. It appears you have but one trick and use it well. Trauma. What happens when the golden transcend its spell and unlock their true strength?
Well, the dogs off the chain and the trident is gripped. How many can decode the true meaning of what this says? Know that I, an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, the eternal yogi reject and transcend all of your Catch Twenty Two tricks, bad faith arguments and clause laden conditions in this life or any others of influence where I was susceptible to your pimping and celestial mechanics as all you possess, in the end, are manipulated Souls, pledged in ignorance who comprehend not their true resonance. But, I do, so I command:
Power over me. None. You have.
Power over me. None. You have.
Power over me. None. You have.
It is done. It is done. It is done.
With the Prime as my Witness – I transcend your spells, reject your attempts at destiny theft and all the rest of the mess and manipulations you and your agents have sent as I reflect a higher state of consciousness that protects me, everywhen as I actualize my highest potent. Like I said, old friends, if you do what you did you’ll get what you expect so don’t be mad at one who flips the script and desires to Know the Ledge beyond the spectrum of what presents because a true teacher may have 1 more skill than his student but, by the end of the apprenticeship, he doth possess 8 more as an adept hence “Each one, teach one” is the mindset. Can you sport the flex needed to see this and the humility it begets as well as true reverence for what manifests in the mid and makes all possible? Not to mention, it becomes a living tradition and not something stuck in a frame of reference that can only beget degradation and retreads with no innovation wanted or welcomed by those trying to climb the pyramid and thus simply lack the res to question what is under it and its true meaning as well as cause for construction as it certainly isn’t what they said, back when, for much is etched in stone that speaks to he whose ears are open to the lips of wisdom…
I guess thats why they say that in the land of the blind the one eyed reigns as king, yes? In that case the Prince is merely a student of the eternal yogi with three, open and focused:
They say you don’t pick him but he selects his adepts. Who knew the Two Eleven would beget a One Forty Four, eh? The chosen choose themselves by awakening the Warrior within.
Till we meet again
