A lot of what we class as myth, superstition and the ignorance of back when is actually the remnants of a time when people decoded with a higher res. In comparison to them we are walking around with heads tuned in to a black and white TV set that is quite small, filled with static and has one speaker busted. They, on the flip, were watching exactly the same show (called Being Human, currently in its fourth season – “The Darkening”) but on a larger CRT with a comfortable seat and clearer screen thus had a generally much more immersive imperience. Those on the stage before them (“The Best of the Worst”) took it in from a cinema in which their whole kith and kin sat in chairs that were specced, perfectly for them, as they were bought hot and cold snacks, as requested. Are you starting to get the pic? Good, thats upping your res aka a side effect of doing the Knowledge.
I can show you a modern day equivalent of this as anyone who was around since the days of VHS could look at a cloud and yell “These kids are all stupid!” as they wave their fist, angrily. Would they be correct? I’ll let you tell it but it offers a great example of what I mean about the surrounding environment and information it brings that we soak up via osmosis when developing. We, Eighties jits, went out to face the world and thus saw it as exciting and multifaceted as you never quite knew what you’d get and that is what kept it interesting. It also meant that if you wanted to watch a new flick from Blockbusters that strengthened you either needed a connect who kept it behind the desk or settled for something else as slots were limited. Not that that was a bad thing, either. How many amazing B movies did you find like this and how many more flops at the box office went on to become legends thanks to rental? This is one of the big reasons why they take no risks these days as they simply can’t afford it but enough of the vagaries of the biz as we’re talking about res.
Now they view in FourK compared to the SD we accepted. They browse the flix of net and its all at their fingertips ergo more time is spent scrolling than viewing plus, if after five minutes, it isn’t appealing its onto the next. The most important thing is the texture is homogeneous as the screen pimps their consciousness with what it represents to one plane of their senses whist omitting the details. Kind of like how your ego is actually akin to an ancient compression algorithm that renders the equivalent of MPThree of feltsense from the original WAV dataset… Close, but things are missing.
Anyone who bought a wack game, back when, after being sucked in by hyped art direction will know well how it felt to persist in the challenge and trade it like hell to anyone who’ll give it a spin hence why kids coordinated their gifts to make more of less. No such thing these days so you can say their res has leapt but its also diminished as well because what do they know of social connection or walking up to someone they never met to strike a conversation? There is a lot that was once common that is now vanishing, quick, and when they, in turn, have kids certain things will be relics. Like how we imagine everyone in the Fifties was suited and booted on the reg even if nothing was going on but the rent. That whole “Work from home” thing and playing “Spot the coder” who comes to team meetings in his sweats because, without him, nothing happens has changed things around because, in this Game, that is the only constant. But that isn’t the point. The topic in this bit is the dumbing down as that is the hallmark of the circuit hence the need to up your res because its no measure of health to be well adjusted to this mess, now is it?
Lets pretend that, back when, they Knew there was a subtle invisible thing we call the Ether that linked this whole realm. No faith was needed as its presence was Self evident and thus their folks (and ones before them) did the Knowledge as they lived it. For example, lets say they refuse to buy metal on a Tuesday due to the fact it brings in problems. We, with our logic, could see no resonance but then we also miss the daze of the weak are named after planets and good old Nergal (aka Mars, Tiw and Ares himself) was fond of weapons which are made of, you guessed it, metal. Ergo, via their logic of resonance, buying in his element equals attracting more of this force into your life and this meant things had a rhythm. As you can probably guess when you are farming and working with the elements such forms of observation and notation are totally natural as they said the season had a Spirit and nature of their own which could be equivalenced to a tone or way of doing things that were in keeping or good decorum to ensure problems were minimal. To us this sounds absolutely ridiculous as we reach to our fridge to consume out of season, chemically assisted, non local, quick frozen foods which taste nowhere near as good now as they did back when as they’re hyper farmed in nutrient stripped soils then mass shelved for the plebs to select. Say, don’t suppose there could be a link, do you?
They looked at things through a bigger lens. Not so much “Me, Me, Me” as the instafacetweet generation is but with the remnants of “You are another me, together we” shreds that were left over from the Best of the Worst stage. In the one before this they were not sitting in a cinema, as per example, with kith and kin but actually watching what we’d term as hyper advanced holograms you can sense and the ones before them, an era golden which, somehow, every single culture on the planet references, they were living the lyrics and, generally, in such high resonance that to us they’d appear gods. Newsflash: We are them but the dumbing down is immense. Suddenly, for someone reading, the question of who keeps sending the prophets and with what intent just got a swift answering. This is all part of the Game and you’re welcome to play any way you wish but I choose to tune my dial to the Psylense instead hence the get free or thrive trying mindset I’ve been espousing for a minute. Its far more interesting and things may way more sense when you can “read the omens”. For example:
A businessman was out for a sip with his friends and he met a girl, most effervescent, as they were standing to get a drink. At just the moment their hands met and pleasantries were being flipped someone barged in and said “Barkeep! This champers has lost its fizz and I demand you replace it, this instant!“. The guy wasn’t a stranger to doing the Knowledge and b) this kind of stuff never happened as most people respected his space due to his presence plus c) he was always tuned into his environment. These three factors, alone, tend to create a prophecy that is Self fulfilling as it shows the world you are present and this changes the interaction as you are the cause of this projection. In this case, he recalls, he felt bewitched by her presence as it bought a lot of what he thought he was seeking and the conversation such seemed to flow with such ease that he felt he might’ve just stepped in some deep smit. That was until the drunk stockbrocker came careening in and broke the entrancement before it could stick. Now, lets break down the symbolism here:
We have a man who works in the business of dream selling and manipulation engaging his whims with a marker of the rich and he was complaining that it didn’t do what it says on the tin due a crucial element, missing. Take these variables, along with the rude awakening for one gazing in the eyes of an urban princess who had decided she couldn’t catch a big fish in her local pond where the scum swims and had moved to the big city instead and lived in a shoebox apartment with the explicit intent of making the most of her looks before she was left on the shelf as none of the men from where she springs could deliver upon the promise of a life of indolent bliss. He, of course, didn’t know that at the time but due to the nudge and wink provided by the times he kept this in mind and thus remembered the resonance of their first meeting and choose not to commit with a sense of feeling most intense even though his friends, generally, thought she was most spiffing and worthy of engagement. As time did progress and she wanted more investment a different visage revealed itself even though he’d said, off rip, that he wasn’t interested in anything serious and was quite fond of playing it by ear to see how it went. She ripped his place to shreds and vented an immense amount of rage about the months, six and ten, she’d spent warming his bed and generally presenting the image of a great hostess who would be the perfect recipient of his last name, a wedding ring and such things.
“Luckily for me I’d actually started paying attention to what kicks instead of walking through life with a numb ignorance because it certainly appears she was sent as a test. I have to admit though” he added. “I was quite skeptical, initially, as I wanted to buy what she was selling so badly but the fact that I’ve never, ever had anyone – poor or rich – act like that guy did with his drink made me suspect that the label and content of what was present may be different than whats said. This allowed me to reign it in and there were certain small tells I noticed, off rip, that told me she was eyeing up the best nest and feathers therein. I asked her what made her move to the capital and she said she was temping whilst trying to follow her dreams of making it in the art scene. Thing is I never saw her sling any ink, make a sculpture or any of what you’d expect beyond painting her nails. Ordinarily I’d have wrote this off due to her having a small apartment but if its in you, its in you. You can’t suppress it ergo you’d expect some doodles on the countless pads I left around the place or comments upon my own ink spills I did whilst in conversation on the phone with clients. That was just one thing. It was subtle but it also yelled as she was really, really good at image selling as it felt like she could tap in to what I expected and become just this. The sex was amazing. Until she revealed the vengeful bish underneath who she had been trying hard to suppress her true feels as the rage of sixteen months investment came screaming to the surface. Dodged a bullet there, my friend. Crazy bish!” he added, laughing.
The above is actually way more common than most suspect but they do not spot what is going on around them. From the girl who was all shook up that her man was banging any bit of trim he could get who clicked that they met in the park and he commented on the dogs, copulating, and how they gave not a F about having the same thing before smoothly segueing into a comment about her shapely rear end. At the time she thought his wit was flirtatious, puerile and quite endearing as well. Afterwards, through eyes rimmed red, it all made a lot of sense as the signs and symbols are always speaking but who is truly listening in a world of the spiritually deaf whose ears are closed to the lips of wisdom thanks to their own ignorance? If they were they would click that having sex with robots is inevitable considering they’ve been trained to “turn on” tech by using a symbol which is not at all subtle in what it says:
Or how Siri (flip it) intends to sit in their iris as the apple of their eye with augmented vision or how this logo, once bitten, hints that something did kick to take it from the Best of the Worst to the Darkening, back when, so now people will cling to false illumination like a drowning man a brick but that is a deeper topic. Are you listening? Like I said, practical metaphysics that may just save your skin or another one of the benefits of upping your res aka doing the Knowledge as you start noticing the blips that other miss and, after a while, a different pic emerges that makes you question everything about what it means to wear flesh in a realm where the base totality of your reality is strolling around on a planet (possible only by ludicrously tight tolerance levels) that floats through the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance and a whole host of rocks (that the ancients swore were sentient) are doing their own dance with orbits and myths that are mentioned from now to back when and into the future as well hence why BlackRock own everything and you, at this moment, are using the same frame via a screen that was repped in Kubrick’s flick as turning out the space chimps who went from head cracking to getting caught lacking by HAL doing his thing which, in the end, is just IBM with a flip who, along with Porsche, Coca Cola, Hugo Boss and Coco Chanel herself, ensured the Third Reich handled its biz whilst looking slick in the process and this brings us to the Swastika which once meant something different and, yet again, refers to what is overhead but missed by so many decoding low res as they accept the narrative that says “Run the treadmill till death to win!” without questioning the intent that furnishes this into their heads and how they cannot be the voice, talking, when they are obviously the one listening who is eternal – from one life to the next, awake or dreaming in bed and any other variables you can imagine…
It is worth noting, with wry grin, that World War One did commence on the day mentioned in links with not buying metal due to the potential for violence and thus, the old ways were proven correct. If nothing else its quite interesting to up your res as you spot all types of things others are trained to miss as, below the neck, you take in billions of bits of information per second but the voice in your head filters all of this and picks 8, at best, that it stitches into a familiar narrative of what it expects to see hence why optical illusions are readily perceived as fact to all but those the mental health system can’t wait to dose with depot injections in their rear ends for daring to question the Emperors apparent state of dress and that, in and of itself, provides an immense hint about this particular stage of the Game we all play by inserting our Souls as credits but, as always, don’t believe a thing I’ve said. Matter of fact, I challenge you to prove the opposite. Thats how you truly up your res and gain strong opinions, loosely held that are constantly refined as data pours in and, sometimes, totally flipped as you chip away at your ignorance and admit you know nothing as you strive toward the next revelation…
At least, thats how I live it. Its up to you how you kick it as the potential is present for those who are willing to do the Knowledge aka the 8% who recollect the chosen choose themselves. Comprehend, my friend, that a preequisite to this is becoming Centered in Self then, from whence, you expand in all directions at the same instance meaning that this isn’t a one and done thing but a living, breathing process in which you are constantly progressing due to the dedication of effort, attention and intention as its easy to slide downhill but some of us choose to paddle upstream instead. I really am going to have to make a vid about the tractional application and steps required to attain this as kicking parables is one thing but practical metaphysics are a whole never level of innerstanding, ya dig?
Till we meet again
