The easiest way for you to comprehend this concept is by pretending you are a wave in your normal mode of functioning. To the wave everything seems real, solid and convincing because that is the nature of motion which tends to bring you along with its rolling, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Is life but a dream? Indeed because the wave is actually an imaginary part of the sea and without it what do you get? Nothing. A mere particle. Now imagine you are this instead. That which sets the wave in motion and is the sea, the beach and every other atom inside this reality.
That is how you switch perspectives between the reality tunnel and your true essence which rests solely in the state known as the Witness. Really think about it, better yet, feelsee instead. When you are the all of everything in that particular state of awareness its very hard to get caught up in the waves of creation and all of their shenanigans. After all, that construction is one of many. That is Self evident, yes? The wave looks around and sees plenty like them. There were celebrations when it formed, at first a tiny ripple. Those around it were like kin and encouraged its development. Many salty tears were shed when its parents succumbed to the influences of nature.
“Why? Why?” wept the wave that was caught up in the dramedy. Either way it kept moving because standing still equals death. That, in and of itself, is an immense hint about the key to escaping this for if one manages to concentrate their attention in a state of relaxed focus then suddenly the false ident of the wave and all its tales start to melt and a far greater perspective sinks in. The Dual Slit experiment is another expression of the impression I’m sharing here. Why not put it to the test and apply it, now and then, to see what happens? Let me give you an example:
A man and wife constantly argue about how he comes from from training and kicks off his muddy football boots and then leaves them right there. “I’ve told you a thousand times, pick them up and clean them. I’m not your maid” she says with a look of consternation on her face. The man is enraged because she, true to form, did none of this and, as usual, picked them up and placed them outside their residence. “Look! Look!” he says, as he waves the offending object in her face. “Its soaking wet. Why the hell do you insist on being so irritating? Don’t I work hard to pay the bills? Don’t I deserve some help instead of constant arguments? I go to kick a ball once a week with some friends, have a couple of drinks and chill. Is that the problem? Why the hell must you be so…”.
At that point he stops. Something changed inside of him due to a conversation he overheard the other day when a man was jabbering away to his friend and said something about waves and particles and how over identification with one is the cause of all problems. To be honest he wasn’t really paying attention and was irritated at the waiting as his mind was someplace else but that allowed the seeds of the concepts to slide down into his chest and when the lotus of higher awareness did bloom it picked this very moment. He started laughing. His belly swells as he shakes his head as many guffaws escape his lips at the sheer ridiculousness of another pointless argument over something that really was inconsequential but constantly generated real world effects that neither of them liked nor had attempted to change or accommodate as they kept reanimating the same charade with new emotional investment each time it happened.
In that moment he comprehends the nature of the wave his wife was caught up in. How, as the the middle child with brothers on either end, she felt like they demanded the lions share of attention. She wasn’t anything like them. She was meek and mild whilst they were loud and rambunctious. They made a mess and she kept things nice and ordered. And yet, it was all taken for granted as their parents shuttled them back and forth to various sporting things and she was forced to come along and show encouragement as she sat in the stands, reading, and wishing she was someplace else. When they’d get home the boys would kick off their shoes and drop their kit at the door before yelling “Whats to eat, Mum? I’m starving” in tandem as she set to work keeping her pride and joy fed whilst smiling. She’d noticed the biases in her parents affection. Sometimes she felt like they were parasites who sucked it all out of them and when it came to her there was nothing left but the dregs.
Of course, this memory was hidden, deep down in the depths of the wave. Far away from the crest she was surfing when she tried to get revenge for the past with someone else in the present who did similar things that drove her to the edge of her limits and then taunted her via the ghosts of past suffering given life again. He felt an immense swell of empathy in his chest for the life that she’d lived and through the tears of joy that were streaming on his countenance as his wife looked at him, perplexed, there were also so many other emotions surging as he tuned into her wavelength.
“Needless to say I was very confused by all of this. When he eventually calmed down I asked him what the hell had got into him and what on Earth was so amusing and he didn’t say a thing. He just came over and hugged me and I felt myself breaking down and weeping as huge waves of emotions surged over me as he whispered aspects of my own secret life back to me” she said as they stood there in my drop in where they’d rolled up without an appointment.
Interesting, isn’t it? Neither of these people were particularly spiritual. Nor were they exceptionally intelligent as they’d been having this same argument for over a decade since they got hitched and neither one had shifted their behaviors or went beneath the surface of their friction to discover the true source of it. They still fought and bickered afterwards but the major bone of contention which was like a splinter of the mind for their relationship was absent so the spats were nowhere near as intense or repetitive. What was most interesting was after this one off application of shedding the wave habit in order to become the more diffuse yet concentrated particle instead they had no desire to further their Self Knowledge or plumb the depths of each others being. Their old reality tunnel was calling and they were happy enough with one solution for he came home from the match next time with a single rose and trilled “My darling wife, my lifetime companion. Please do me a solid and clean these boots within which I’ve been stomping up and down the field. It would mean the world to me and, by the way, whats for tea?” as he beamed, affectionately and validated her entire existence in one instance that made her felt both needed, seen and appreciated.
That was it, really. Simple, isn’t it? See the above can apply to pretty much all relationships as they’re built on Patterns, as mentioned, that dwell beneath the surface for which we draw others in to bring them to our attention. Instead of letting them rise and pop, like a bubble which gets bigger as the pressure shifts while it lifts, we repress and keep on having the same argument. If you were to think this is the true cause of most global conflicts as well as local problems I would be in agreement because we, as a species, have been trained into digging the same reality tunnel we inherited from our parents even though we know that most of them felt far, far away from being truly happy and present in the moment with a sense of Self actualization. Isn’t that quite mad? Don’t you ever wonder why the solution was kept hid? Could there be some kind of conspiracy to keep what can and will help hidden from the public? Methinks there is, methinks there is. Be the change you wish to see in the world, my friend. This is each one, teach one in full effect because a rising tide of consciousness lifts all ships that do dwell upon the surface of this realm so feel free to do the Knowledge and we’ll see what happens.
This random example also shows, real well, that most people who link usually have one bone of contention that sets them a growling and, very often, it has very little to do with what present but stems from the past instead. Those who don’t release the ghosts that haunt them via exorcise and introspection are doomed to reanimate them in the spirit of another in front of them. This is the reason why the battered housewife – or assailed man as well, although nobody cares about this or even mentions it because men are seen as not worthy of attention when hurting where women are painted as the eternal victims in the heads of many who buy in to the marketing – leaves the one who places a black ring around her eye and finds someone else. “He’s wonderful!” she says. “Caring, kind and considerate. All of the things I’d wished. Oh! I feel like I’m in heaven” she tells her friend until a few months hence and she turns up crying with a busted lip and doesn’t have the heart to pretend she fell as she’s resigned to a few more rounds of getting digs for seemingly minor and totally random infractions of what makes no sense.
Everybody does this. Everyone. Its so common that its invisible. Online mobs of people form and engage in this projection. Its at the heart of virtue signaling which is another great deception where those with no morals at all pretend to be holier than thou so they can feel better about themselves when, in reality, their lives are a wreck and feel like a warmed over hell thats been force fed to them, yet again. Its a bitter bill to swallow but the honey is contained within. The man in this example was actually waiting in line when he overheard part of our conversation and thus was in a state of confusion which is really handy when it comes to bypassing the critical part of the mind that usually rejects and thus paid it no attention as he was too busy on the crest of his own wave and the stress this brings with a state of near constant agitation. Luckily for him the seed of radiant awareness fell down into the fertile seabed of his subconscious and erupted at a moment he least expected with a sense of immense amusement.
How is this possible? Simple. All of the particles are actually identical. They all spring from one place and they are it in various forms of resonance aka the Psylense and its personalized form, the Witness. The waves appear different as each claims its own space and face but thats the greatest illusion. If you wish to get spiritual you could call the former whatever label you place upon the divine invisible and the latter his negative counterpart that is the root of all suffering and torment in this realm.
Its all a question of Knowing the Ledge because once you do you can flip between the wave and particle as well or, as I said in another example, the pristine beaches of Inner Sense or the dingy cave of Adulteration. Its all about gnosis, really. Without it most people perish as they drown in the never ending waves of torment that buffet their consciousness into thinking they’re something which is limited and finite as they skip along the surface and clutch with a tense engagement at what is, quite frankly, ridiculous and in the process miss out on the true majesty of the ocean which has its own coherence and frame of reference so its simply a question of identification and resonance because you are another me, together we and once this clicks it becomes obvious that whenever you point at a finger at someone else and say they’re the problem the other three are directed at the place where the only solution is.
Within.
Can you hear the Psylense? Or are you too busy digging your reality tunnel to realize you are actually the Witness and thus in this world but not of it as well as being immensely powerful beyond the waves of your flesh which are made up of particles that contain mostly nothing and thus are held together purely by your intention and habits they spent a lifetime training you to accept whilst offering no alternatives that may bring a glimpse of a higher state of consciousness? The fact that you are here, now, this very moment and reading this is no accident, my friend, because, just like the man in the example, there are only opportunities in this realm and they often find you when you least expect so take this an invitation to do the Knowledge as the gift of the present moment can only be opened by you, here, now, within. That is why the Path of Power is calling and the reason why you’re still reading with the hint of a grin forming on your lips as a bubble of awareness rises from the depths of your awareness and says:
“He’s right, you know?” as you simultaneously start to imagine living the life you always wished in a greater state of resonance with the strength and majesty of an ocean that all the waves you’ll ever meet dwell within ergo each interaction is simply an opportunity for greater enlightenment which shifts the seas into steam which become clouds then repeat the cycle of transitions known as life and death which are truly the greatest illusion because its all about resonance .
Becoming aware of this and mastering your energetic resonance means you can change any detrimental potentials of manifestation for your benefit as its all energy, comprehend? Heart centered awareness is the key as, without you, none of this exists. This is how powerful you are, my friend. Awaken the Warrior within. We are risen.
Till we meet again
