“I mean, realistically, what do you expect to get, gain or even meet from such a way of doing things? Are you waiting for the echoes to speak? There is nothing here. What was, isn’t. The best left and this is what you get. Then there is you, filled with illusions of what you Thunk it could’ve and should’ve been and, secretly, hope might be again. They drained the well. Salted the land as well. There is nothing left here for thee because if, by some chance, the echoes do start to speak I’d bet they sound exactly like those convos you’ve been having in your head since back when where you play both parts and imagine different ends”.
Have you ever seen someone murder their (false) self whilst their face portrays both sides of the spectrum? Well, the above conversation did just this. Good job she wasn’t a stranger to Self otherwise she may have flung herself off the windowsill but, you know me, I nurture life whilst preventing inopportune ends at the hands of ignorance.
In many ways we are all guilty of the above sentiment that was hit with a magic bullet in the only part of the convo I can share as this client requested a closed lid on her adventurings. So be it! But the whole “Waiting for the echoes to speak” part was so deep that I took it, planted the seed and it grew into what you’re about to read:
A long time ago, when boredom was still an option, you could often find your friend looking into the distance with a blank look on their face. If you observed closely before disturbing you may note that there is a slight glass eye effect in the sense that they are not really all too present. Matter of fact you could, if you wish, walk right by them, paying little attention and, to their mind, you may blend in with the rest. Then you might have sat off at a distance, angled, so you could pay heed to the details and here is where something fascinating happens. Whilst everything else was still there was obviously something happening within as there were very, very subtle movements around the neck. “Interesting” I said before rolling up, full tilt, and offering a penny for em. The answer, as you’d expect, was “Nothing” in response to what kicked in their head. “Time to imperiment!” I said.
Next time I got bored of staring at the back of peoples heads till they reacted I made up my mind to catch it in act instead of going along with it. Bear in mind that by this time I was outlining the basics of Knowing the Ledge without a true clue of what it meant beyond the curiosity of intuition. For example, have you ever tried to leverage the doors of perception that exist between wake and sleepiness? I’d lie there, in bed, trying to be aware of the chill and catch that moment for ages and ages. “Something is obviously happening and I want to know what it is” said that bright eyed and bushy tailed jit I was and is. Before adding. “Ya dig?”, with a grin. The Adulterated shook their heads in bemused amusement and went on with the business of living….
“So thats what it is!” I yelled as I leapt from my chair and sent it clattering against the wall of the class I was within. The teacher, exasperated, looked up and asked why I was so excited about the pop quiz assignment the rest were doing so well in. “Hm, oh. No, not that. I haven’t even looked at it. Sir, do you ever have conversations in your head in which you replay old bits but pretend different outcomes and you’re both of the people but act like this isn’t happening?“. Imagine that being said at a million miles an hour with the wide eyed innocence of a jit that, finally, caught an elusive subconscious act in the midst of doing what it does best. The class laughed, the teacher was irritated, I was ejected. “Thank you!” I said, with a grin, as that meant I could now stand there and think about it at length with no distractions. You know the odd thing? Absolutely nobody from the class ever, ever mentioned this and when pressed they refused to accept it even if I knew this is what they were all doing. Maybe they were embarrassed about what the potential retread may be saying about them or didn’t want to be thought of as mad by admitting they talked to themselves. Me? I didn’t have that problem. Me? I found it fascinating because I remembered, well, there was a time before this voice within did speak and I recollected its entrance and how it set up camp as well before becoming a seemingly standard practice.
What I was wondering was why it often picked things that were emotionally difficult, a problem or stressing to retread. I knew that changing the past was akin to scratching a reflection to soothe an itch but couldn’t, yet, figure out exactly what my mind was doing. It would take decades and decades to comprehend the true sketch of this initial incursion into the shadows depth as it was the (false) self shoring itself up. No wonder the rest didn’t want to admit it, eh? See, my hypothesis is like this:
There are multiple potential versions of you that can each dig their own reality tunnel. The past influences the future in that respect but memories are not solid. Far from it. See, each time you access on you’re actually recalling the recollection and not the event itself. This is why you can easily induce confabulation wherein you take people who went to Disney and ask them about meet Bugs Bunny and they’ll spontaneously whip up a memory that didn’t happen as the resources are already present. Same thing with a lot of the Mandela Effects but there is actually an immense underlying truth to this that has something to do with the web and what spins that I’ve obliquely hinted at elsewhen. What happens is the (false) self is, in effect, weaving together alternate echos from other events of a similar resonance like a braid of consciousness. This is why old people walk all stooped over as they’ve been doing it for ages. Its also why children give not a F about saying “Aunt Bunnie has a mustache!” and then refusing to kiss until they get whipped for being insolent. Its these “tricks” that allow the tailoring duo of Pinkus & Fuctus to get away with their confidence trick of the naked emperor who makes others just as fake as himself via the use of his influence. Deeper topic but you’re getting the sketch, yes?
Thats what the girl in question came face to faceless with and, once aware, she chose to no longer feed her energetics into this abyss that she felt should have ended different. Instead she stopped agonizing, left the pieces on the floor and moved on instead as she comprehended this was another one of the tricks used by the (false) self to keep itself at the helm of her consciousness and by looking backwards she was missing what life presented until it too had receded at which point she’d lament etc etc. You get it, yeah? Now, granted, there is an immense difference between mere reading this and feeling its effects as she’d been doing the Knowledge and thus was no stranger to Self ergo the above statement was simply icing on a cake she’d been busy whipping like an alchemist of ignorance who needed closure on events that were not forthcoming which was akin to walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge with a grin only to find the same things you previously rejected as boring. This is actually a very, very common coping mech. Like when you lose your keys and return to where you’ve already checked then yell “But they should be here!”. That is another way you can catch your brain in the act, if you will, as its only got a handful of tricks but then, thats all the best pimps needed as they’re backed with emotion.
If you can become aware of becoming aware then you view the Game from a Warriors lens, my friend. Anything else is mere enSlavement. The question is, are you prepared for the trek that is narrow, unlit and created by walking with a sense of being rigorously honest or do you prefer strolling along broadway with the rest as you take in the attractions? If you picked the latter then get used to it, my friend, as death will bring you back to view it all again. And again. And again. Then, eventually, you may wish to awaken the Warrior within and do the Knowledge… Getting back on topic:
Don’t try to fix what cannot be changed. It is a fools errand. Some of these people were placed into your life as a way of preventing the actualization of your script and, yes, they can (and often are) manifest as friends, parents, that ex you can’t forget or the people you rush around behind for reasons you don’t quite comprehend. Accepting the lay of the land as it is will a) make the voice in your head yelp and b) generate immense sensations of discomfort below your neck. One must learn to silence the former and truly feel the latter with no pretense or judgement. Just open acceptance because this flips everything as you’re now tuning back in to Inner Sense and it may just have said:
“I told you, back when, to not go anywhere near them. Glad you listened. Lets get back on with what was intended, shall we?”.
So, I ask thee, are you waiting for the echoes to speak in any sphere of life that has you circling the drain for absolutely ages but not quite sinking or swimming? Walk away. That is my advice but, ultimately, you must hear the Psylense within say the same thing and only then can you truly act on it because one of the oddest things about this realm is how much of it seems to be scripted and there are certain tipping points of energetics that need to be hit that allow the algo of consciousness to unfold its next step. There are, I suspect, ways of immanentizing the eschaton but those bring their own risks as well as the flip because there is, most certainly, a danger to deprogramming when you were artfully broken, back when. Many people need the other to feel better about themselves as they provide a blame, balm and distraction all wrapped up in one person because then they can point and say “Them, they are the reason I feel so unfulfilled and haven’t achieved a thing” but if they are naught but projected aspects of their inner realms they haven’t dealt with in consciousness then who is to blame, in the end? Ah, that is a higher res thing but I laced you with Game as the seeds are being sprinkled as we kick the ballistics on this most interesting topic as what beyond the optimal actualization of your Self is worthy of attention in this realm, when you get down to it?
Till we meet again
