Can you imagine a revolver that is equipped with bullets of intellect? It is so crisp, so perfect, so divinely attuned in resonance that it works as fast as lighting with naught but the effort of thought behind it. Back when we stepped in, strapped, with a fully loaded clip that was further harmonized and refined by the Souls who became our parents. In that respect not much has shifted, except the symbol of the astrological age because the thing with the Game is that as much as it changes it tends to remain the same. These days most get a rusty six shooter and the bullets within pick from this list of seven:
Lust.
Greed.
Envy.
Pride.
Gluttony.
Wrath.
Sloth.
Sounds familiar, yes? Now, know this, I’m not biting the Bible. You can consider this a remix like the countless hits that were built off the of riff the Amen Break bought to this realm. You may note that the weapon of your mind only has six slots ergo one will be left off the list. Peruse it at length, look within and do the Knowledge and it just may click that one sits, easily, at the top of the list as you identify its presence and the comfort it brings as your trigger finger doth itch in moments of stress, quiet reflec or any other time you wish to get biz and let rip with its familiar resonance. There will also be, conversely, one you have never, ever felt. Try it for your Self. Prove me incorrect. I, personally, can attest that I am a total stranger to the concept of Envy as it literally makes zero sense.
For me to hate on another man for doing it big is simply ridiculous because I’d rather learn and develop the skills it takes another to win and implement them myself. Even if that isn’t an option (if I don’t know the person or they may detest me and not wish to reveal their secret) I still keep it moving because to hate would be a waste of my precious energetics. Not so with Lust though… Hoo wee! That tops the list for me and I could think of a billion and one ways to rationalize it from saying that I’m simply worshipping at the altar of beauty in my appreciation of the sacred feminine but the truth of the matter is is the intent with which its driven – self gratification. Draw up the list. Do some checks and balances. In some areas you may find some interesting contradictions. For example, I have an immense Greed for helping. I get such a rush from it as, back when I had my practice, people would drop in feeling stressed about X,Y and Z then jet, uber fresh, with a new mindset that was A, B, C instead. To me it was like dealing with a puzzle as people often had the correct pieces but the order was a mess or they were looking in the wrong direction as well as so many other variables. I know what you’re saying “How can that be bad?“. Well, its the underlying motivation, what we’re escaping and secondary pay offs that provide a hint. For example, in my case, the motivation was an elaborate coping mech that projected fragments of my own inner turmoil onto the next who, as expected, manifested then presented with much simpler problems for me to handle. All of the while I was trying to escape my inner childs intense pain and suffering so you can imagine how he felt seeing everyone else get the help he was requesting. The pay off was that I got to feel special with a “I know you better than you know your Self” mindset but, in reality, all of these things were super basic because as I progressed in this lane I gained all of the tools and strength needed to finally face my greatest challenge and, once dealt with, willhelpme did kick as a refined expression in a higher octave with far more consciousness behind it. This is what I mean by upping your res and being totally honest with Self otherwise you’ll get the Hells Angels effect where you try and sell an image you don’t live and, worst of all, don’t feel genuine. Thats a masked existence and its exceedingly common and the main reason people are miserable… The mask always slips though. Just listen to this wretch who kept a hundred Ms on deck:
Charities are thieves, designed to fleece. Don’t get taken in by the narrative they spin as pimps, politicians and preachers are all playing the same Game. Getting back on thread you may have already guessed that Pride was also hidden in the mix of what I did as A) due to the thrill it brings and B) to say “You ain’t up on this” which demonstrates, real well, how there is an interplay of these threads to form a narrative but it wasn’t done to stunt, mainly, but inspire discussion as I’ve always had strong opinions, loosely held ergo the Knowledge was freely kicked with the “Each one, teach one” mindset that was naturally equipped because when you repeat what you’ve read (with your own twist and introspection) your retention rate is immense as you’re creating fresh neural circuits which means your Rolodex spins free versus rote repetition for the test which is forgotten the moment you’ve vomited what they said to get the grade needed to impress your parents and gain their affection.
An odd mindset for a college dropout with no credentials who mainly only went for a year to check out the gel, make connects and generate ends as everyones a client when a boss playa steps in. Wrath did flow in my veins for some, at the time, unknown reason as I had not a chip but a whole bag of potatoes balanced, quite well, on each shoulder as I stepped around the realm looking for problems. The above combination filled me with immense Pride that I rationalized as truth said because:
“Its not a lie. I really am that special”.
I shake my head as I recollect the sheer arrogance of lyrics that spilled and (false) self that said them. All to hide the wounds of the hurt child within who he’d actively reject and indulge, instead, in coping mechs. Lust is a huge part of this because you can be hitting skins or busting into a napkin as you take in pornographic visions on your television and sit with erection in grip. Its the intent that king, get it? Gluttony reared its head as “Nothing exceeds like excess!” was the song I’d sing as I took a rip, had a sip and generally did the best of the worst with those acclimatized to a ghetto environment as we all aimed to drown our pain and pseudo celebrate at the little gains we’d make as we played the Game to win… At one stage, me – who was usually quite slim – was big boneded in excess as I simply couldn’t stop consuming. I later clicked this was another coping mech that came up to tamp down the feelings of traumatic discontent that puberty did bring and that spurred the Lusting. Can you see how its all interlinked and how there is immense wisdom in what was writ? Are you making the list or is my leading by example akin to singing for the deaf? Push the pen, look within. If you’re drawing a blank or a new to introspecting sit with a friend who knows you well and play the brutally honest Game in which they tell it how it is based on the list and lace you with some examples. If they can’t do this they aren’t authentic and, guess what, that makes you fake as well. Here’s where we get into the octaves:
I came to note that whilst these were detrimental actions there was, often, a higher resonance. The example of sharing my Greed for helping anyone who’d ask was an example and this created a counterbalance that allowed me to recollect that there were, once upon a when, further chambers to access. For example, the opposite of Lust is Compassion. You’ll note the last bit of that spell contains an aspect of what made it but expressed with greater resonance as I constantly strove to uplift many in my surroundings with a diffused affection that felt boundless with no post nut clarity needed as it was far more spiritual in its ascent. My NDE and the events surrounding tore my ego to shreds ergo humility was forced upon my awareness like an abuse of the (false) self that forced me to introspect and second guess how the hell I ended up in this mess. That, I tell thee, was quite liberating really as it felt like a straight line in Tetris hit and melted huge blocks of ignorance. Not long after this I started fasting at extreme lengths after my first trip into the depths of feeling a stomach, rumbling, and just learning to sit with it and let what I’d previously suppressed come racing to the surface. One of the most amazing side effects of this is that your dreams gain IMAX vision as they’re super crisp and come correct as your subconscious and regular mind do connect when your body is cleansing. Throw in some saunas, filtered water and a hefty dose of Niacin and take it to a whole nother level. Being a Glutton I did this for hours at a stretch as I tend to overdo anything (“Nothing exceeds like excess!”, recollect?”) until I clicked what I was doing and learned the subtle art of Wu Wei aka effortless effort. That was an immense lesson as well as when one lessens the effort things tend to flow, perfect. Its like Bruce said:
Along the way I started to gain immense insight into my Wrath which manifested as anger and an altogether violent mindset. Heck, that would kick in as I’m talking as I tend to gesticulate to get my point across which I felt was like passion until, one day, I saw a friend drive by who hit the brakes, swung back again and jumped out of the whip and started acting real aggressive to the peeps I was standing, talking. “What up? They’re friends. Do you know them? Whats the problem?”. “Me? I’m cool. I thought you had beef because your face was raging and they looked like they were craving a frisk as you were all up in their grills so I came to help by obliging them on the cobbles, if thats what they wish. You know, some odd evening?” he said, with a grin.
That really made me think because you can never tell how you manifest to another and when one is in their element its as invisible as water to a fish. I asked these dudes later, when we next met, if my friends view was correct and they said:
“Yeah, but thats just how you are, innit?“. When I asked them to expound they added:
“Well, sometimes you share your thoughts like you’re slinging bricks at my dish and whilst it can do my head in there is always something interesting because if anyone is that passionate about it its got to be considered, no offense”. They say we need others to reflect back the face we keep hid but they see really well and this interaction done did this with a quickness. So much so I actually started recording my conversation to see if I could catch my Self in the act of this intellectual violence and that led to an interesting imperiment where I reversed the speech and listened to what was said, backwords. That was super, duper interesting and I may speak of it elsewhen as, just like a wordsearch, the spells work in both directions and this is why you can tell, in an instant, when someone drops a fib as our subconscious is always listening. As I type this, after having laced you with some grist for the mill to get your own wheels turning, we get to the meat and potatoes of the topic:
Once you’ve click, click, clicked these rotations that you’ve cycled through in ignorance for your entire existence you’ll get to the point where you stop fingering the trig and hold back instead. Then you’ll spot the higher octave and once you implement this clip instead you’ll find you keep progressing (aka upping your res) until you return to the One Oh Eight chambers instead. Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay – Do you hear what I’m trying to say? By the way, did you know that ODB was a prophetic genius who Knew the Ledge way more than anyone else in his clique and how his presence was fundamental for the Clan bringing the ruckus, back when? I really will have to speak on this because whilst most had him pegged as the clown prince I knew that only a man of supreme intellect could play a buffoon that well as that was his coping mech and way of downplaying his genius whilst flying under the radar and dropping gems as well. If you were to check his clip, standard equip, you’d see Lust topped the bill followed swiftly by Sloth hence the ODB mindset. Just check the notes for the Fantasy session and what kicked:
Envy was also present but you could say that was the spirit of Hip Hop, back when, as it was fiercely competitive hence why his style has no father and thus cannot be imitated but that didn’t stop the sharks from trying to bite his skills and comedic antics that, for him, were totally natural whereas the rest were simply tracing his blueprint for clicks…
With an appetite for destruction that was immense you could tell when he was spinning his favorite hit of Gluttony as there wasn’t a drug, drink or women he met that he didn’t greet with open arms and a grin. In many ways this would be his undoing but, at a higher res, he was fighting all types of demons that manifest in the flesh. Ask George Bush and em… Being the litteriest pick in an elite clique brings a type of Pride as the labels all wanted to sign him which is how RZA gained all that leverage in a deal, unprecedented, and this mindset forced them all to up their skills as they all pushed the pen to impress the Wu Gambino clique. Finally we come to Greed which, in ways most ironic, could be demonstrated by collecting a welfare check with a platinum record but it was really low down on the list. You’ll note that Wrath, for him, did not exist and this made him supremely likable as even those who detested him couldn’t help but crack a grin at his childlike innocence and pure hearted antics. Something so rare and refreshing in the bricks. Like a concrete rose that cracks the pavement and sings, off key, as, to him, the song of life is perfect.
Now that you’ve pushed the pen and I’ve laced you with countless examples to help on your quest to do the Knowledge tell me, my friend, how far beyond the rusty six shooter are you at at the moment because the other chambers are, quite literally, out of this world as they belong to another stage of the Game when they were standard equipment and, in many ways, we’re all seeking this freedom as the code of the Matrix says “Thou shalt Thunk like this” whereas the Warrior raises a digit to these tricks, looks within and elevates his Self. You can consider the bullets as holes in your energetics from which your true potential was leaking but many encode this sensation as a hit that brings a grin when, in reality, it leaves them spent as its simply gratification for the (false) self and the predator of consciousness at the helm. Once the process is inverted and you’re reconnected to Inner Sense no weapons shall prosper, ever again, because the gun is always in your grip and the outer realm is naught but a figment of your imagination ergo you, effortlessly, come correct and dodge bullets like the Matrix as Slaves, plugged in, look and think “What the hell?”.
There’s a method to this madness as reality is the definition of insanity which is just another trick because if sane is a place then those in it come correct. Its the outsane MFs that need their heads checked but they’re too busy trying to protect necks stiff with ignorance as they’re firmly convinced they’re correct as they spin the rusty six like nobodies business and keep the middleman fed, here, in the depths of Hell. The craziest thing is that in the midst of the darkness we all still shine. The problem is that so few of us realize this and fewer still hone these gifts and talents which is really quite sad, isn’t it? After you’ve pushed the pen do the flip and list your seven perfect virtues, talents and skills that take absolutely no effort, and thus, you may not even think they’re special but they are. They are, my friend, and this is how I leapt to the next octave and that process of refinement is fractal and thus constantly refining as once you’ve awakened the Warrior within there is no backsliding to ignorance without a concerted effort and, even then, your Inner Sense will not allow it as the actualization of Self is the most addictive hit that feels like mainlining the secret truth of the universe in one hit as you’re set adrift on the bliss of higher consciousness then look at the rest of the realm, suffering, and think:
“I’ve got to push the pen, get them up on res and in a state of coherence because if one man sees it it could be a delusion but if another takes his own steps on the Path you create by walking and our notes are identical then we may just have cracked the code to the Matrix“.
This is also why I’ve said, back when, that the fix is in and the intent at the helm of this realm is as crooked as it gets because it installs the whims, set the rules in opposition then punishes those who give in and accept their programming with an intricate System of debts and credits designed to keep one plugged in from one ignorant incarnation to the next. Tell me I’m joking or does it match what it says on the tin? The flip is that when one Knows the Ledge and attempts to return to the One Oh Eight chambers instead they unleash a living hell in the flesh designed to bring your life to an end. I mean, really stop and think, who keeps sending the prophets another side kills, dead?
That alone should tell there is more to heaven and earth, my friend. I use movie clips to flip the script as art is a life that tells the truth, comprehend? In that respect this world is a copy of the real thing and its about to sell a duplicate of the fake aka simulacra and simulation and this, once again, brings us back to Jesus who, spot the sync, was played by the same actor, illustrated, as he in the Matrix. Do you see why schizos flip as the fractal of consciousness uncompresses, spins in all directions at the same instant and yet remains totally Centered in Self? Thats the state the mystic clicks and dwells in and, sometimes, shouts it from the hills till they kill him. What did ODB retitle himself after a spot in the bing and mental asylum? “Big Baby Jesus”:
Many missed the Game he laced and what he was truly saying as they were too caught up in the image and antics presented by the press but, to me, ODB was on his way to returning to the One Oh Eight chambers as he was a master of the drunken style of crazy wisdom. The fact we fell so far, down, into the flesh where we only have six left and they’re filled with a pick from seven twisted bullets the System encourages you to indulge in before death hands the bill should be enough to make some, the 8%, do the Knowledge and comprehend that everything is a test and nothing is what it presents in this realm. Whats threedays mathematics then? Let keep it raw with the fact that Venus sits One Oh Eight million KM from the Sun which, itself, is the same digits flexed in the resonance of diameters of it between the Earth and its source of luminance which is identically repped, again, in how many suns fit from it and, on top of this, the moon sits the same deal from us and its radius is, you guessed it, One Oh Eighty Oh miles. Drums please!
Still don’t believe we’re in a simulation or are you starting to click at how improbable it is for all this to kick and you to be here, now, reading this whilst wearing flesh? The Game of Souls has you, my friend. Or, at least, it did till you read what I said, looked within and did the Knowledge as then only one statement presents as the rest of the chambers spin with a fully loaded clip of gnosis:
Till we meet again
