Most don’t question the voice in their head. The schizo does and thus begin his problems as the demons of the mind begin excavating all of his stress which, usually, is immense and stems from the relationship, often fractured, with one or both parents. A long time ago there were other types of Souls that actively stepped up to the challenge and they could feel the Game shifting as the new order of the ages did its things. We call them mystics and even though a fragment of their ways remains in modern awareness most would rather Thunk of them as being set adrift on the wings of an imagination that didn’t have to worry about paying bills. That is actually a key part of it, my friend, as the Industrial Revolution which springs from the land of stiff upper lips and the emotional repression at which this hints is what birthed the modern world in which live aka the current level of the Game we play using our Souls as credits. I would like you to pretend that, right now, at this very instant the following happened:
There was suddenly a huge uprising across the planet in which everyones sexual repressions etc where all instantly lifted. That means there are no more hang ups, rigid preferences or stress. We become, in effect, like the Bonobos who use bumping and grinding as a way to make new friends or old amends. As you can imagine what we generally know of as monogamous relationships would be quite different as well as loads of knock on effects that most cannot even comprehend yet. Lets say that, in amongst all of this, there was around 8% that just couldn’t let go of their programming and way of seeing the world as it is. Well, was. It shifted, remember? How do you think it would feel for them? Better yet, lets pretend its you in this situation and you find this immense influx of free flowing sexual energetics in which everyone belongs to everyone else and its seen with as much emotional investment as releasing excrement after you’ve ate food to live. A completely natural process. Pleasurable, but not special. There is, as you’d expect, fast food and gourmet sex but its all nourishment in the end. Basically, people are now dealing with the raw energetics of the flesh and what presents versus the story which filters through their head and tells them what to expect and how it is as it aims to keep immense swathes of tension at bay and out of their awareness as they put on a performance they want ranked out of ten to tell them how to feel about themselves. How does that seem? A part of you may wish to release and fall in but another, larger aspect, is scared stiff. Ironic, as you’ll click, for all energy is creative in the end, during and beginning. But thats a deeper topic.
Well, as you have probably guessed from this thought imperiment, it can get quite difficult when you’re tuned to another resonance or, as Grandpa Simpson once said:
Take the above and flip it so that its not a case of going from tension to freedom but from genuine perception to the inauthentic and you have the plight of the ancient and modern schizophrenic aka a man out of sync with the resonance the Game transmits on this stage. Back in the days these folks were acclaimed as the Shamans, Seers and Sages of the age who pushed the pen (and spiritual envelope as well) to manifest what we’d call miracles. If you’re wondering why nothing special happens these days in comparison to even recent history that had a smattering of people making predictions or, like Van Gogh, so subtly attuned to the lifes electromagnetic currents that he painted the background cosmic radiation into his images which most rejected but modern science attests is correct then you can thank the other aspect of the Industrial Revolution which made beasts out of men:
The pharmacratic inquisition aka you will take your pills and feel nothing. Its why I can, with a confidence quite correct, be certain that within a decade or three you’ll see an immense belt of suicides among those on long term depressives. Scientists (who can tell you what Pharaoh ate for breakfast) will be “baffled as to whats causing it” but then, right on cue, a miraculous cure will be found and people will, once again, be discontent with what what happens inside their awareness as they use pills and potions to tamp it. What you will be seeing, my friend, is the same old schizo scripts in a new dress. They may have a new molecular bind or different spin but, at their base, they will be anti-psychotics hence why the Warrior says that a breakdown could actually be a breakthrough to higher consciousness as sometimes its the cracked gourd that lets pour what was always hidden via the steady influx of the System which is designed to pimp men from the moment they step into the flesh till they’re beyond this realm and being prepped for a reskin with free mindwipe thrown in. To all still reading I ask:
How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens?
Its something I have bought up, again and again as it highlights, really well, the nature of the trick which is as invisible as a glass maze to a fish that swims in the ocean. For glitz and giggles lets pretend that somebody pumped in a low dose amount of psychedelics so we have some trippy piscean seas that they navigate with ease for they think the illusions in front of them, that all accept, are totally solid and real, beyond question. Imagine that some kid came and scooped you up, bagged you and drove you home to his place where you were now captive. Difference is the water is pure and untainted. You would naturally think the new stasis is a problem as what you expected is now missing but, after a while, your awareness would shift and you may start to question which is the deamlike illusion and what is true said? Lets pretend he gets bored and instead of flushing you down the toilet does the nice thing and takes you back to exactly where you left. What do you think would happen next as you reentered the ocean to meet old friends and acquaintances who said:
“Where you been, man? Haven’t seen you in ages?”.
That is akin to describing a sphere to the residents of Flatland, yes? Welcome to my life my friends as me and time seeming have a strange relationship and my ex, death, is super jealous and keeps popping up, here and then, to place a kiss on my lips and let the rest know who runs it. Add into the mix the Prime, the pre-existing one who is me and I am him in the same sense that a cloud floating overhead in the tropics is linked with the same (but denser) vibration of a frozen snowman and the psychospiritual equivalent of the sun that manifests as pure intuition that brings the voltage to shift resonance as well as pushing the pen like this to the denizens of the Valley of the Plebs who are, in general, so well adjusted to mass social sickness that they don’t even comprehend what the Game is or how they play it using their Soul as a credit which offers them skin developed in the belly of a mother, numbed, dumbed down, programmed and stressed who will, invariable, damage what she brings in to some degree or increment before life weaves its magic spell and two words shatter your inner realms whilst the System programs you to run the treadmill for bio-survival tickets as you amuse your Self to death in a state of ignorance you mistake for wisdom and then run from gnosis when it presents. Why? Because the voice in your head said:
And you nodded, responded and felt your lips moving as you yelled:
Puppets on a string hate to admit the illusion that fools them much like the new fish on the block running an internal OS way different to stock now takes in the seas he swam in previously with a far greater level of fidelity so his peers say:
“He’s off his meds. Did you hear what he said? Got abducted by something called a “Human” that kept him in his room and fed him but, get this, he says something called “water” exists and ours is different hence we’re all tripping and seeing things that don’t exist beyond a collective hallucination we take personal. I don’t know about you but that accordion playing unicyclist has been over there since I was a kid”.
The other nods his head and if this mystic fish should press and ask how the F they even know what that is and means or, better yet, how many have actually went over to touch it and reality test? They’d look at him with scorn as they believe the lies their eyes tell, the story in their head and their own version of the treadmill they’re busy running. If he took it upon himself to push the limits he’d find its not welcome as he comes face to faceless with a glass maze erected in the ocean of their minds and then he’d draw his own conclusions which, no doubt, would have some of them thinking he needs a tinfoil turban.
And yet, from our lens, we see a river next to a factory which dumps in toxic overspill and the glass maze in question is the remnants of a huge statue which did deign to sink, back when, as an earthquake did its thing. To them it was “out of sight, out of mind” but the fish who were born into this learned to move around it as its limits were initially invisible and hurt like hell when they bumped against it but, eventually, they became well trained to that which they don’t comprehend and thats when the trips kicked in. You know the rest, yes?
Life on Earth is pretty much like this and the schizos, back when, were the equivalent of canaries in the mines when it comes to collective consciousness and how it was about to dip into a lens that was totally material. Remember, the Shamans excelled at mastering the senses and haven’t you thought it strange that every single culture on the planet has tales of invisible things that toted some pretty fantastic skills that they evidently believed in like they’d seen them and dealt as well? Handy as we see the upswing in aliens at present as some believe they built the ancient edifices modern science says were mere temples or homes for the dead (even though they encode immense amounts of information about the planet, its size, orbit and the rest) plus they won’t even get into whats sunk in the ocean or resting under the ice caps which, once upon a when, were the original fertile crescent hence why they sell and tell Santa Claus instead or, when flipped, why the Devil has a trident and what it truly meant, back when.
See the Game cheats. It recycles and that is why the gods of one age become evil on the next spin as the forces at the helm need you to believe in their particular form of BS as its the wavelength they send to those tuning in to this session they’re broadcasting. Always has been, always will because only in the age that is golden is man intuitively one with everything as they comprehend higher dimensional consciousness that could, potentially, dip in resonance to become the equivalent of Flatland where the people doth trip in order to keep their immense wavelength locked in to such a low rate of oscillation whilst being scared of death who, in the end, simply reminds them to recollect what they were made to forget:
That they are immortal. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made flesh who currently swims in seas, Adulterated, with hallucinogens pumped in to keep them numb and at a distance as they pretend the maze of of modern civ the Industrial Revolution did erect with the intent, back when, of making machines of men and this dream, at present, is about to be realized, real quick, as Siri slides into your iris and makes you the apple of her eye, augmented, as Techno Sapiens enter via stage left for the next level of this Game we all play by using our Souls as credits which are then filled with the tales we tell, sell and accept as Self evident when, in reality, they’re simply relative to our current level of ignorance hence why you’ll hear me say, time and again:
Do the Knowledge, my friend. As he who does may write lefts as I just did or, better yet, something equally new and unexpected because if one man looks within and sees it as I said then it could be delusion, correct? If two replicate and then there is a mass motion in which many report the same things then we may just be onto something (as opposed to one something aka the opiate of the masses) as we get that Bonobo revolution, as promised, but in the spiritual sense which brings a mass exodus from this realm and that, my friend, the Slave/Masters will not like one bit as their bottom line takes a hit as each Soul, to them, is a commodity to be pimped from one life to the next hence the mindwipe effect, maze and drip, drip, drip of intoxicants. Not to mention the side effects of the media binge that saturates your awareness and is as invisible as water to a fish along with EM signals that do much the same thing but science say, once again, are “Safe and effective” when reality states different as we see shores filled with whales, grounded, and birds doing the same thing. Have you ever actually looked into the official explanations for such things? They are patently ridiculous and completely circumvent the uptick of said things plus anyone who has been around a bit will attest that people are seeming less and less human and much more robotic since the streaming age kicked in and everyone wants to be a celeb, despite, often, having no talent or skills. Could there be a link? I’ll let you tell it…
Not to mention how obviously most people hate themselves hence the uptick in plastic surgeons and such things as we dwell on the surface of ignorance after having fell at the first hurdle and its challenge when those two words, back when, shattered your inner realms and instead of going back to help you kept on stepping as they trained you to run the treadmill just as the voice in your head directs to tick off the Supposed To boxes because then, and only then, will life finally be perfect and worth living.
Newsflash skip, it won’t. Nothing changes till you do hence do the Knowledge, reality test and prove me incorrect because, as far as I can tell, what I’ve sketched above is around 81% accurate and that is always a work in progress due to my strong opinions, loosely held. If something new comes in that flips it on its head then best believe I’m walking on my palms for a minute to comprehend and make sense of the old arrangement in light of new information. Then we do it all again aka upping your res. All of that said, I shall repeat the question and see if you decode the Matrix on a different wavelength this spin:
How can you be the voice in your head when you are that which listens?
Question everything as nothing is what it seems and its all a test. If you can manage to overcome this obstacle and the illusion it presents I assure you the verdant vistas its obscured from your awareness since it settled into its role at the helm will cause you to ponder, at depth, about the intricate elegance of this illusion and that is akin to killing the (false) self only to resurrect it back to its true resonance which makes one look at the rest very, very different as life, death and all in between as well take on a whole nother depth because there is an immense difference between hearing something and being told you heard it, dig?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
I will say now there is a very valid reason that most will not want to do this as they are perfectly content in their velvet lined rut of ignorance as they live lives of quiet desperation that play out just as they expect even though they’re bored to death and super stressed with the hand thats dealt. Not everyone is capable of awakening the Warrior within on this spin and there are dangers to deprogramming that I would be remiss not to mention as this is a solo quest into the depths of ignorance and who knows what we may find within but one thing I can attest, for certain, is this:
You have heard the old adage that we only use ten percent of our brain, yes? Well, that (like a lot of artful deceptions in this realm) is only partially correct. A better way of stating is you don’t actualize ninety percent of your potent aka Inner Sense. That is what the voice in your head is busy obscuring (and the predator of consciousness is syphoning) but getting back to this place means coming face to faceless with a whole load of things most would rather die than admit and that is why the caged bird sings as people soothe their ills with coping mechs designed to hide the stress that they know there is a maze in the ocean and they dimly recollect a time when their vision wasn’t swimming with illusions as they stroll around a planet that is strewn with myths and legends that state we class as the peak of civilization is actually the dregs and we, individual and collective, are languishing at depths which is why the best left and this is what you get hence why reality is currently the definition of insanity, and yet, those who see this are classed as outsane which is why you should read this all back again as you decode the waves I’m surfing and increase your res.
The Warrior comprehends what I’ve said and applies it. The Slave stopped reading at the third run on sentence and this design is intended as I speak, primarily, to the 8% capable of Knowing the Ledge as the rest are simply too well attuned to such immense social sickness that they daren’t question. He who does, wins as you, in effect, are recoding your internal OS way above factory standard (ie plebeian) and thus can reject the suggestions of the predator of consciousness, master your energetics and apply your intent to map higher realms and dimensions of this immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. And thats just the start of the emancipation but, on the way, you may just start noticing quite how ridiculous a lot of what most accept is and that, my friend, is akin to no longer sleepwalking in the Valley of the Plebs believing you’re “only human” when the simple truth is that without you (ie your awareness) none of this exists.
Till we meet again
