Once upon a when, on this very planet, everyone who incarnated was raised in an environment that had a far higher awareness of the subtle aspects of reality itself. Consider this lifes hidden user manual. Slowly, but surely, these ways were erased or obfuscated and demonized as the new order of the ages did its thing. Eventually we get to where we are now with immense progress in some spheres and vicious circles in others. Why? It certainly appears there are but finite resources in this realm and the main level of the trick is akin to placing a mirror in front of itself to create the illusion of infinite regress. In that respect you could say that the hiding of this manual allowed the creation of a void that generates immense suffering and then offers countless solutions as well. None of them, ever, address the root cause or its solution which is Knowledge of Self.
During my initiation into these mysteries via the life I’d lived, both pre and post near death experience, I came to realize a few things and they really, really got me wondering. I’ve always liked helping people. Why not? If I can ease the way for one toiling by offering a fresh perspective from my vantage as opposed to the constant retread they’d been living then who am I to withhold it? If that were me in that predicament I’d surely appreciate it and thus I treat others as I would like them to deal with me. That and it feels pretty amazing. Its like a chipping away of resistance in another which generates more freedom within because the more light you share the less darkness remains. In this quest for illumination and liberation I have invested many spins of this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits. I’ve got a strong feeling this is my last life ergo all previous debts must be settled as baggage of this realm must remain where its created. I choose to reframe my past imperiences as those of dear friends who are sad to see me go and thus they simultaneously encourage whilst drawing in as well via the situations that beg for my investment. Thanks, but I decline that invitation. You are welcome to this realm after I’ve handled my business and am hearting to the exit because I know, fine well, there is so much more beyond the Third Dimension that is calling my eternal, faceless name. Can you hear the Psylense?
Along the way one of the most fascinating things I discovered was this hidden user manual. Its actually so obvious that it might as well be termed the worlds worst kept open secret but, like the stars during the day, one needs to be willing to wander into the darkness to see them. Only then can they share their message which was otherwise obscured by other things that clamor for your attention. What does this mean you for, dear reader in question? Simple. Imagine meeting someone who could tell you, with a quickness, your chief definite aim, your primary obstacle, your Souls fondest wish and the nature of the distractions which will prevent this from happening. Doesn’t that sound amazing? It truly is a gift and without the constant onslaught of pressures that turned my coal into a diamond I never would have sought out the answers that will help not only me but the rest of the planet as well because the Game is shifting to another level and we, collectively as well as individual, have a choice to make.
We can keep on running into the embrace of tech as war and conflict ravages the planet (itself merely a representation of the fact we’re divided within and actually fighting with ourselves) or we can choose a cosmic correction. MJ spoke about this back in the Eighty Eight. Most people missed the message as it flew over not only their heart but head as well. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. And it can be either a cruel mistress or nourishing presence depending upon your resonance. This is what was written in lifes unhidden user manual. Let me give you a glimpse:
Imagine an archetypal man (or woman). The default equipped, factory standard production model. Every single thing works as intended. There are no internal conflicts, no deep desires or yearning, no sense of dread or feelings of obligation as well as no things that generate raging passions or concepts to be defended. “I am”. Thats it. We see this state in babies, now and then, when they’re in a state of equilibrium but its the yearning for more that makes the crawl, walk and talk. Take this same concept and apply it to the blueprint who too would live in a place much like an Eden as all things it needed were provided. Why work? Why toil? Why fret? None of that is needed when you are still umbilically connected to the all of everything. Thing is there was no room for growth so how can one improve on something that is already perfect? By destroying it. This forces you to regress as the archetype was remixed and became something else. On this level of the Game man was still resonant to the higher order of things and we saw the development of intuition, kinship and the creative impulse as well. It all became a lot more interesting as now there were far more variables. No longer were people identical as all had their own inclinations. The way I’ve described this before is to imagine a robotic leg that kicks with unerring precision and effort. In front of it those cheap, plastic footballs are dropped. As you’d expect, each one hits the target. This was the original state of the Game. Next there was an aspect added, call it the first Adulterant, and it was akin to a small ball bearing or marble inside the shell which brings in a random element. Some of them float miles away from the goal, others still hit it perfect. Either way, something has changed.
After this we, as a collective, had another downgrade which made the Adulterant larger, heavier and bit more unpredictable. Matching with this the world itself became more chaotic with rapidly shifting seasons, floods and all types of celestial events that are recorded in the texts of cultures we call primitive and can’t imagine ever happening as we’re so used to life as it is. Now the focus was more intense upon survival in this realm because only those whose claws and teeth were red could hope to get ahead. The focus on kinship became far more familial as people wanted their seeds to propagate and be successful when resources were limited. From this era we find the time of kings start happening. In reality there was little noble about them as they were the ones who were willing to do anything for survival and people weaker flocked to them and pledged themselves and their brood in exchange for their protection. Modern gangsters use this ruse well as does every government.
In this stage of the Game we saw the development of weapons as “kill or be killed” was etched into the mind of the collective. Life become short, painful and brutal. The consequences for the playas were immense as those who played the stage as intended procreated and generated children that already had the hard lessons of their lives etched within them. Modern science replicated this with an experiment where they would take a rodent, train it run a maze and let reproduction do its thing. Did you know that its kids, who had never seen that space, let alone wandered it, found the exit far quicker than a control group whose parents were totally ignorant? The inside of the plastic ball is now pretty much all lead but its irregular and misshapen due to this inheritance. The leg still kicks but its getting tired. The goal is looking a bit battered as well from all the hits and near misses. The people incarnating into the realm feel an immense sense of lack as well as a huge desire to get ahead and make something of themselves. Invention is at an all time high. This phase birthed the Industrial Revolution in which humans became cogs. Biomechanical parts of a larger System that trains them to be replaceable as its construction looms over their existence and creates an entirely different type of maze for them to run within. Actually, psychosocial treadmill would be more accurate because its all in your head and the only reason any of this has some influence is because you allow it. Modern playas don’t know this because lifes user manual was hidden and they are all strangers to Self due to their Click-Whirr automation of conscious processes. You know that old myth that states we only use ten percent of our brain? This is from whence it came but, thanks to the layers of artful deception, the truth remains hidden because it actually refers to how much of your resonance you’ve activated and can control in the moment. Let me give you an example:
On the archetype stage where there was nothing to gain and no pain because you already were abundant peoples awareness was running at full tilt. Things happened as quick as they think. Actually, that isn’t entirely accurate as there was no thinking as we know it in terms of cogitation but more akin to pure intuition. You know that creative feeling when a brand new concept pops fully formed into your head with no effort or bidding? That but Twenty Four/Seven. Eventually this glow dims via the constant Adulteration and genetic heritage as those who survived the trials and tribulations laid the foundations for what is coming via the compounding of ignorance. At around the third level people clicked what was happening as they were still close enough to the golden age to see the times of lead were coming so they wrote a manual that contained all of this wisdom. They saw the universal principles of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits and comprehended its a massive hallucination that is predicated upon our awareness and resonance to the all of everything. This force, this source, has many names and symbols and, in modern times, is the cause of much conflict as everyone wants to eat the divine cake its promising. I don’t have the recipe for this but I can make a pretty tasty biscuit that affords one a glimpse of what I’ve been speaking and its consumption provides the inspiration for all I’m sharing as I never plan these missives. No, on the contrary, they pour from my pen and I just capture the moment to send to the web for others seeking answers about the enigma of existence by offering a larger perspective for your consideration.
As I reeled in shock due to what had happened I intuitively turned within and learned to still my consciousness because I knew no good could come from running across the minefield I found myself within. Thankfully I was no stranger to Self and I’m pretty sure those who have been through similar events as my initiation usually end up as schizophrenics as all the above (and much more) unfolds in an instant. They don’t so much as Know the Ledge but are tossed off it instead into a pit of suffering and psychotropic medication that cures nothing and actually only exists to silence them so they don’t communicate with the rest about what is actually happening.
One day, in the aftermath, I was standing at the beach. I’ve always had an affinity for the ocean and often live quite close to it. The stars were twinkling, the surf was talking and I was present and correct. Ready to listen to their guidance. Its then it hit me. “All of this, the base environment, is functionally identical. Yes, yes, yes” I’d think as the intuition poured in. After all the water you drink is constantly recycled as is the air as well and pretty much everything else. A mirror reflecting itself, remember? The base of this artful deception. What happens if the shiny surface actually takes its attention away from the hypnotic presence in front of it and choose, by the strength of sheer will, to look within?
The hidden manual reveals itself. Know why? Because you always carried it within your chest. It never left. You just forgot to seek it because everyone else was running on the treadmill. For me that was never an option. It seemed so stupid and antithetical to life itself so I invested my time and attention in ways that were, shall we say, often at the fringe of societies programming. Thats how I discovered the reality tunnel that we’re all digging and nobody ever stops to question if they like where its headed hence the psychosocial treadmill describes it best because your limbs are made for motion and it provides the illusion of progress when, in reality, nothing ever shifts within because the light that shines is hypnotized by that which reflects aka the black mirror upon which you’re reading this.
This primordial form, the archetypal state of Inner Sense is our standard equipment. Children in their natural state verify my hypothesis as they step into this realm fully aligned and totally present. Thing is the seeds of Adulteration are present within them due to their parents ignorance and that of their lineage and thus they too become incoherent as they are trained to look outside themselves for solutions. You could say the main challenge of this Game is Know thy Self and everything else is a mere distraction from this grand purpose. In that respect we are playing on the most difficult level and thus the stakes are the highest because we are, first and foremost, resonant beings and thus tend to become that which we are around. Haven’t you ever noticed that children never listen to their parents but certainly pay a lot of attention to who they are, at their most fundamental, hence the statement “When I grow I’ll never be like them” which gets steadily edited and flipped until they become virtually identical. This state is most treacherous because the System further compounds this ignorance and it creates a new generation that is number than the previous and thus driven to further distraction and useless, often Self destructive, action. You can consider the Path of Power and its practices as an antidote to the social sickness to which you were well adjusted and along with this comes and immense sense of refinement, pleasure and radiant health as your energetic circuits function as they do best. With you at the helm.
Worldwide people are in a rush to give away their power. Some choose religion, others sex, many wealth and countless other things. What happens when they are stripped of this pretense and forced to reality test? The results are often quite tragic because of the fact they’ve been grasping at illusions and missing that which is most vital. The Self. This state, this sense of I am-ness manifests as the Witness and no matter which level you incarnated that is what remains constant for without it there is nothing in this realm but pure potential. That, once grasped, is an immense responsibility to possess. No wonder many can’t wait to give it away as they blame, rage and hate this sense of powerlessness they adopted and now believe is them via the ever present suggestions of that voice in their head they believe is them. That is your true Opponent. The only one that ever existed and he Adulterates the Inner Sense of all he comes into contact with in order to use your life to propagate its existence. In many respects we are a species, held hostage, because without the constant sense of dissatisfaction and near perpetual conflict that demands vengeance as well as endless distractions to fill the ever increasing sense of emptiness that define this stage and all of its innovation then what is left?
Nothing but Inner Sense, my friend. For you are it. It’s just buried beneath layers upon layers of conditioning and repressed emotion I call the Pane Body. Make this melt and the frozen waters of Adulterated consciousness will yelp as, for them, its a fate worse than death that they’ve invested immense amounts of your energetics in creating, maintaining and sustaining. Those who manage to relinquish their grip find the pool of awareness that swims into their consciousness familiar in its newness and this is when the great work truly begins as you then choose to illuminate this state with higher resonance which is akin to the sun shining as the water shifts to steam. The main side effect of this is a massively increased sense of well being and happiness as you are now fully present and correct in the moment. This doesn’t mean you’ll become a monk or some spiritual adept. Far from it, although that is an option as there are further levels of engagement I haven’t detailed yet. No, instead you are aware of your awareness and this brings a state of coherence that opens up so many more options when it comes to the business of living as you face everything with a grin for you see what is and, more importantly, what isn’t.
The Game is pretty crazy, isn’t it? Thing is this gnosis brings an immense state of ease because it clicks that reality is scripted and we are all, like those rodents, carrying our ancestors experiences and making them our own in a System aligned to exploit it as it profits from your weakness and is designed to keep you in ignorance of your own strengths. How do I know this? You could say thats the inheritance that runs through my veins with its quest for liberation came from those in previous ages and stages of the Game that questioned “Who built this contraption? To what end? What if I don’t comply with the construct? Whats the worst that can happen?” and other threads like this which were duly pulled to unravel this immense illusion that holds billions of Souls in its grip at the present moment. Unwrap that and the gift of higher perception kicks in as you come face to face with the ball bearing of Adulteration which was, once upon a when, golden, then silver, before bronze did its thing and now we’re all full of lead as the most base element as the mechanical leg of birth keeps kicking your Soul into incarnations that are oddly interlinked yet totally different. The astute reader will have clicked why twins, who seem identical in function, are often totally different in form with their own unique resonance no matter how many DNA threads have been woven around their respective consciousness.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend. If I am the messenger, this is the message. Lifes unhidden user manual is within. The clues and pointers to find it are sprinkled, liberally, through these writings as I don’t push the pen without intent ergo start with the Essentials section then read, reflect and reason on what was shared to see if it makes sense. If you happen to bump into limits inside your head that don’t like what was said or if that voice (which you isn’t) starts jibber jabbering then pay attention to the feeling beneath the words and just let go to gain everything.
In one way you must retrain your Self to go against the mess that was poured into your head that left you well adjusted to a place that was designed to cause stress as thats part of the Game on this stage. Its what comes next when robots are getting sexed that has me pondering the true depth of what kicks and the implications of an extended trip with no off switch but I’ll let you do the Knowledge and then we can speak about it, dig?
Till we meet again
