We are, first and foremost, consciousness. This gossamer state of transcendent radiance is, currently, interlinked with the flesh in order to A) manifest in this realm and B) interact with things. If you remove the former from the latter but keep the ignorance thats within a lack of gnosis you’d have a ghost or hungry spirit. To some these ideas may seem farfetched or even ridiculous which is why its important to practice and not just accept what another says. To me, this is Self evident as logic is based on the brain and its training hence why dreams seem strange in comparison to the somatic awareness of the flesh. Same realm, different medium of interaction. The reason being is that during my latest near death experience I was totally, well and truly, disconnected from the Earthday Suit I’d been wearing. What remained was so subtle, so gracious, beautiful and radiant, and yet, saturated with a familiar newness. I Knew this state better than the one I’d left and even that had faded in comparison. Think of it as being surrounded by darkness and clutching a candle then, all of a sudden, you’re out in the open and the sun is beaming overhead as nature is in its element. Who I was and had been vanished. I Knew I was pure consciousness. Freed from the illusion of life and its all pain and suffering interspersed with random bits of bliss and things that make you grin. It was quite wonderful in the sense that I was filled with that resonance and couldn’t help but pondering how much work went in to creating the life I’d lived, the planet and those I interacted with.
As I was set adrift on timespaceless bliss and becoming reacquainted with my Prime state of resonance I felt an awareness wash through my being. Note, it wasn’t the chatterbox in your head effect that plagues all denizens of the flesh as it directs your consciousness. No. It was more of a felt sense that carried with an immense dataset. You can think of it as intuition. You know how it springs, fully formed, in your awareness and often takes much longer to process than it did to manifest? Thats it. This state mentioned, emotionless, “He is dying”. It was at that point I saw my flesh taking its last breaths as my vital fluids were spilling out into the causal realms. I had to make a decision. That I did. I’d come too far to let this be the end and thus flipped it and chose to commence my mission in the flesh aka the willlhelpme project. Coming back to my body was such an immense contrast that its akin to turning over two pages in a book and discovering a totally different volume that what you were reading and previously engrossed in with a tone, much different. Various things happened next in order to stabilize my consciousness and bring both of these states into coherence and it was, if I say so my Self, most interesting. I share that to illustrate that what comes next is genuine and authentic as I live my lyrics and thrive on first hand imperience as opposed to second hand tales and third person world building. These two are rife at the moment as you have plenty of people who’ve spent decades sitting on a cushion, thinking about nothing, and made zero progress as well as those who know chapter and verse inside out but have never met themselves, within, which is where what they’re praising lives. This too we shall remedy, if you choose to keep reading.
Energy moves, consciousness is still.
Five words that sum up, in a nutshell, the length and breadth of the kiss of death. You can imagine its like a fish that was ripped from seas tainted with hallucinogens and a glass maze, erected, to make things difficult. Once I was placed in an ocean of serene bliss the difference was Self evident and, since then, I’ve been on a quest to figure out the meaning of this. Well, actually, to be more accurate I’d undertaken this adventure way back when as I’d had not one but two brushes with death before I started crawling as well as an immense heap of trauma and such things as it appears that some folks, else when, really do not want me to manifest fully in this realm. As such my life was filled to the gills with denial, coping mechs and wholesale ignorance of what kicks under the lid until, a couple of decades in, I noticed something.
I was totally engrossed in playing a game. It was one of those that took a perfect balance of concentration and reaction as the challenge was punishing and needed one to stop thinking but feel instead. You needed to be totally in the moment to win and its when I was sitting in this state of peak performance with a controller in my grip that I noticed this immense sense of stillness that felt pretty amazing. The moment my attention drifted from the external induction and single pointed focus to introspection, roaming, everything else began to shift and my bodymind came racing back again with its all its earthbound problems and things. “Interesting” I said as I play games to escape the surly grip of reality as it is. The hero’s quest begins! A long time ago I developed a technique, intuitive, I called Breadcrumbing. It works like this:
Someone round the ends was taking a magic mushroom trip that I didn’t want to ingest but was fascinated, nonetheless. I’ve had an interesting relationship with schizophrenics and this realm was of immense interest as, to them, I was always me which means they frequently sought me out for counsel in the midst of delirium as I told it how it is and thus was immensely reassuring to those who could not trust their senses. Breadcrumbing came from them as I’d unconsciously shift my embodiment, posture and breath to match their resonance. Why I did this? Who can tell? Maybe it was a side effect of the trauma, mentioned, as personal space was quite nebulous due to being invaded in development. I, of course, thought everyone was like this. The same goes for my multimodality wired senses in which scents brings pics and sounds are textured as well as a load of other curious blips. Anyway, the tripper sat down and chugged his foul brew, grateful for an assist from the wide eyed jit that agreed to Witness. I got into resonance and as things went where they did I noticed the first thing that happened was a lot of inherent tension slowly eased from my awareness and then the visions commenced. Well, for him. Not me, I was just hitching a lift and thus couldn’t see what he did but I felt it, nonetheless. What was of immense interest throughout all of this was how consciousness is linked with breath and how much tension we carry in our flesh that prevents its full belt from doing what it did. Later on I was pondering:
“What if this is all a hallucination?“. I posited the concept of everyone in this realm imagining a man who didn’t exist but interacting with him, nonetheless. I found that fascinating as how can you tell? Better yet, what if there is a link between ye old monster under the bed and what these so called mad men profess is haunting their waking? Have you ever noticed that each schizo smokes without end? They do this as nicotine activates the Pre Frontal Cortex and this higher order of the brain can create a feedback effect which regulates the rest as well as bringing in the neutoplastic effect. Thats a deeper topic but, later on, when stop smoking was the thing and every doctor round the ends was handing out these new fangled pills I had a dearth of people coming through to report their dreams which went:
“You have to try this. Its a trip! Truly, it is. I’ve had the strangest, weirdest, most bizarre dreams you can imagine. Well, actually, you can’t. They’re beyond pretend as they feel so real and authentic“.
Each one went on to detail some form of nocturnal skirmish with entities that seemed to be out to get them as they rose in bed, sweating and yelling, at things that didn’t exist. Outside of their consciousness, that is. Soon you’ll discover that you are the only Soul in this realm and I am nothing more or less than a figment of your interaction hence you should never trust an atom as they make up everything. This is how convincing the illusion of life is because, like gaming, the character is fine tuned to work within a certain environment and translates your movements into its actions which begets a feedback loop of engagement that we use for entertainment. Movies are just like this as well but more simple hence why I’ve said what you watch says a lot about your internal realms as you populate the characters with your energetics as your brain gets a reality bypass and pure emotion pours in. Reeleyez, my friend. What if electricity is the alien and we watched its own theory of evolution and it intends to make us its next best thing as the carbon and silicon based awareness doth mix? Yes, your phone is spying on you and the internet is indeed a weapon, my friend. Getting back on thread:
I whacked a patch on my arm and retired to bed, not sure what to expect but open to what presents. By this point I’d already mastered the art “Body asleep, mind awake” that came from being curious as to what would happen if I didn’t turn on my side, when prompted. This was a follow on imperiment from the “Catching myself talking to me in my head as I rehashed old conversations” topic and, to me, it seemed a logical progression. I feel asleep but was wired as well. The state was familiar in its newness but presented fresh elements as it felt like there was an invisible seesaw on which one side was conscious and the other was at rest. Suddenly, I was dreaming. If my previous trips were akin to watching a show on a broken down black and white TV set this was the Imax effect. Saying it was intense was an understatement. I found my Self interacting in a scene that seemed totally nondescript and nothing special. No monsters in my closet and, for a moment, I was jacked in to this nocturnal Matrix but held by a golden thread of nicotine tinged awareness. As we conversed I noticed that something was amiss. The moment I focused my attention on it I felt a wave of consciousness (just like the one after death) that reminded me I was actually in bed and performing an imperiment. At that moment I slid to midpoint of the seesaw and could observe both states in one click. This was nigh on identical to what I said happened when gaming. “Interesting” I ruminated. Suddenly I snapped back into the dream and what the person said next will certainly make you think:
“Where did you go? One moment you were there and we were talking and then you vanished. I thought you’d upped and left without saying a thing and then you’re back again. Anyway…” he brushed it off and got back on with the conversation as I paid him a modicum of attention and took in my surroundings. They seemed really real. Truly, they did. But, there were certain blips that felt like a loose thread and each time I tugged on it I’d recollect I was still in bed, dreaming. I rose the next day, knackered, but totally exhilarated. When meeting with my pilgrims and recounting the adventures that had happened some said “Yes, exactly like this. Its too real but faked” whilst others questioned what it meant that they met monsters instead. I told them as I tell thee:
“Embrace the pain to win the Game“.
Not many listened but this nocturnal adventure in higher realms with a chemical assist really made me think and I do suspect that what we term a schizophrenic is actually a malfunctioning mystic. No, scratch that, I am certain for I swim in seas of pristine consciousness where they are drowning. Could this, once again, be a side effect of the life I’ve lived? Yes, I suspect it is because, right now, I can connect you to the numinous and prove it. Sit down, be still, relax for a minute and take in your flesh as it is. Don’t try and change anything. Just note. You may spot a bit of tension at your brow, it helps to imagine a smile there instead as it opens the way for the third eye to do its thing. Take that smile and place it anywhere you feel tension. Don’t ask how, just do it. You know how. Its simple. After you’ve done this for a bit and got used to this new state of resonance I want you to imagine your awareness can eject out of the top of your head. Feel around a bit. About six to eight inches hence you’ll find something that feels sparkly yet dense. Warm as well. Get to Know it, my friend, as its your Soul. Pretty amazing, yes? All of my life I’ve lived in this place as my flesh was seemingly off limits but thanks to a game, some wayward friends, a few mad men and doctors in rush to prescribe pills I get to sit here typing this and am genuinely interested to see what kicks when you try this imperiment. Once you get used to this familiar newness try to bring it into your body. The aim is to become saturated by it. Spot where the resists, places of darkness and impingement sit and don’t try and change them. Just accept. Eventually we shall start chipping away at this ignorance and this is where the Pixems come in which is a topic unto itself…
Energy moves, consciousness is still.
This is why most meditators gain zilch as they’re too busy trying to do something when the truth of the matter is one needs to unlearn this mindset in order to regain what was obscured by ignorance. Its also why, nine out of ten, who sweat on yoga mats and such things very rarely embody the practice in the life that they live. After all, who can move and be still? I’ll be the first to tell that I’m nowhere near this state I call Centered in Self whilst grooving but can manage to whip it up, pretty well, when chilling by my Self. How do you do it? Well, I’m glad you asked. Here is a guided practice or, as I term them, Journeys. The reason I picked this is because you’re going somewhere with the intent of bringing back… What? I’ll let you tell. Its your gift, my friend. You must be present to unwrap it and may just present as dread, fear or discomfort as one of the imperimenters, back when, came and said:
“OK, so I switched the gum for a patch like you said. Placed it on my left arm before bed even though I’d been jonesing for a cig all day I didn’t relent. Used the head trip thing, got comfortable and let the smell of lavender pour in as I started to drift. Anyway, the dream kicked and, once again, I was being pursued through this immense forest of darkness that was scary as hell and laden with obstacles. It was constantly gaining on me and I felt an immense sense of dread, creeping, and then, just that very moment, I noticed a sprig of the same shrub I’d rubbed on my neck and wrists. It was glowing. The rest fell to nothingness and I was transfixed by what I’d seen then the seesaw kicked in, just like you said, and I remembered I was in bed and this was all in my head. Coming back to the jungle I noticed I was still and, right on cue, this thing came barreling out of the darkness making all kinds of din. I didn’t flinch. Matter of fact, I walked toward it. The closer I’d get the more it would shrink until, eventually, it was mewling, helpless. An infant. It was me. As a kid. Can you believe it? I picked him up and held him close to soothe him. The poor mite was frantic. Anyway, next thing I knew it was the AM and I was feeling super tired but totally invigorated as well. What the heck did that mean, then?”.
Here was a guy that was raised by a parent who read an article that said:
‘Let them cry it out if they awaken when you first move them to their own room and crib as it builds character and resilience”.
I cannot say, for certain, if that dream was linked said event but if I were a betting man I’d stack my chips on the wheel and let it spin with quiet confidence I’ll win. You are a people, my friend, not a person. There are so many different versions of you within that all fight for their turn at the helm. Not to mention the invisible influences that pervade this realm from the hungry ghosts (lacking a Prime connection after death so they feed on the living) as well as all manner of strange things. I mean, haven’t you ever thought it odd that you could be sitting, alone, and Know (for certain) that something is staring? You stop what you’re doing and look directly at it and then shake it off and get back on with the business of living. Back in ancient Kemet they used to worship cats for this reason as they said they can see the next realm and this is another thing I can attest because how often has your feline friend stop preening to look up, track something invisible walk through a wall, across the room and out again before getting back on with cleaning? More to heaven and earth, yes? Same with the weird feeling of a spiders web on your dish and then you reach up and feel nothing as well as that strange cold spell that makes your nervous system tingle in the midst of warmness. All indicate the presence of unseen things and these are perceived, clear and well, by the so called mad men but they are simply feeding on his fears by dressing in old dreads that are then reanimated in their heads as well as the non stop barrage of bad things they’ve said which is approximated in those who allegedly have mental health as they lie awake a Two AM, ruminating, in bed. Like I said, its a Game of three halves, my friend. All this and I could mention the bizarre string of syncs in which organ transplant patients suddenly, with no hint, develop drives, desires and tastes as sported by those who donated their flesh after death so that another may live… Interesting, yes?
All there is is consciousness but, on the current level, its wrapped in matter so dense and shrouded by coping mechs along with wholesale ignorance of how to navigate ones inner realms in a way thats effective that most are, truly, strangers to Self. Worse still they believe what that voice in the head tells as they Thunk they’re it which is quite a sad thing as its akin to being held hostage by a illusion that banks on fear and dread to keep itself at helm of your consciousness. There are many obstacles one must overcome to create the Path by walking but those who progress do find liberation in the flesh and, I think, that can only bode well for not only your Self but all in this realm as well as what happens next because one must wonder why so many NDE survivors attest they were sent back again and how this may just link with the DMT machine elves that like playing tricks and why your mind is wiped between spins. More to heaven and earth, yes? Only one way to test and that is by Knowing the Ledge. Prove me incorrect and accept not a thing I’ve said until you’ve developed the feltsense that is undeniably present within each and every mortal being as we are gods wrapped in flesh who praise the candle and miss the flame, eternal.
Can you hear the Psylense?
Till we meet again
