Richard Pryor, in the article linked, said that its awful easy to live anothers life. Doing what they said, where, how and when. An autopilot existence, in other words. Well, I’m here to tell you that around ninety two percent of the planet are doing just this. 81 are ignorant of the process, 11 willingly partake in the deception. The remaining 8% range from derelict addicts to schizophrenic in patients and, now and then, an enlightened dude sitting on hill, at a distance, who gets how and why life is a mess and then decides to leave the rest to it as its way too difficult to convenience a ship of fools they’re heading toward destruction and thats exactly intended. Every now and then someone escapes the maze in the sea, swims to shore and sees the huge factory dumping toxic sludge into the waters and starts putting the pieces together. He is neither clucking for a fix, battling hallucinations or a wise sage at a safe distance.
The Warrior comes in many shapes and forms. The reason I outlined this is because Pryor was just this and if you see how fiercely honest he was, his life, from whence he came, how he played the hand he was dealt but, most importantly, the things he said and his own unique perceptions you’ll see why its vital to be genuine and one can only do this once they transcend fakeness. This, in turn, only kicks once you comprehend the deception of a masked existence and, once again, you obtain this gnosis by realizing you aren’t the voice in your head but that which listens. This process I’ve termed the Path of Power is akin to swimming upstream in a downhill world. There are dangers to deprogramming. In my own adventure I had my friends plot my death, strangers try to kill me with kindness and the immense revelation that I was born into a Satanic Ritual Abuse program and my entire family were in on it. Yeah, that can all be pretty intense but, on the flip, if becoming a diamond was simple we wouldn’t be surrounded by coals of ignorance who are content to put the least amount of effort in and be just like the rest who, secretly, detest the life they live but are filled to the gills with distractions and coping mechs.
You will note that I said the Warrior, generally, comes from less, has dealt with immense stress and often gets a sense that there is something very, very wrong with this realm, yes? All of this stems from the parental relationship and, I’d be willing to bet, that if one or both of your links was crooked or missing something (as well as flat out damaging) then you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within. Let me put it to you like this – Anyone can tell reality is the definition of insanity, yes? What is the deeper meaning of being well adjusted to such immense social sickness then? What does that state about them and their ignorance? I’d be willing to bet that the happy and content denizens of the Valley of the Plebs are, on many levels, totally fake and mostly unaware of it. They will clutch to the script their parents handed them as they were fed treats and scratched under the chin with a “Who’s a good boy then?” as they aced the test by puking up what the teacher said on request. The Warrior, contrary, may have (like DMX) aced the test but found a neglectful mother who gave not an F and found an immense distrust of people, in general, stem from this which manifested as reckless violence that wrapped, like tendrils, around his creative tenderness. The only Soul who could comprehend his pain? His dog. Strange how that word is god when flipped, isn’t it? Dual Reality Principle, my friend. What it means is this:
You can have a canine friend, mistreat it, beat it, starve it and then ignore its requests for playtime and affection but if it were to sense someone was a threat to your well being it wouldn’t hesitate in dying to protect you. That is the true link between you and the Prime, the existing one. She has no religious texts, no creed or temple because her presence is more nebulous and obvious but has been carefully hidden via the architects of deception who are the main reason you believe the divine is an angry white man, in a cloud, yelling as he promises furious vengeance and general indignation for those of this realm. Listen, I’m not dissing your religion or anything but its as I said as you folks, to me, are chasing a cake nobody has even seen, let alone tasted, whereas me and the Rebel Mystic whipped up a simple and tasty biscuit called gnosis hence anothers truth is not your truth. This is why I said don’t follow me because I am my own guru and only disciple. You are responsible for your own development as its your Soul, in the end – we’re all manifesting within it as aspects you project. Gaining this gnosis in the flesh was extremely liberating as so much about so much made a lot of sense and you’ll note that the feminine aspect is always linked to the mind which is the moon in the same resonance of how the Soul syncs the sun as all of that, out there, has a correlate within. Don’t believe? Good, you shouldn’t as this is my truth, not yours. Create the Path by walking, find what kicks then we’ll compare notes and see what syncs and swims, dig?
This doesn’t mean you can’t use what exists as a framework to find your Self. That is often the best way as not all were born in the jaws of the dragon and thus are playing the Game at its highest, most difficult level. Nay, most are offered a more staid deal. In that case its like pretending life is a funfair and its filled with rides and attractions. I’ve said before that I suspect free will doesn’t exist but I’m now revising that opinion and I think it just doesn’t for me, to a large degree. Dig:
In this amusement park there are wurlitzers, pirate ships, crazy halls of mirrors, bumper cars and pretty much all you can imagine. Some get on the ride and enjoy what their parents did as its a family tradition. This is unactualized free will aka the path of least resistance or “Well, it worked for them and who am I to question tradition? Besides, there are other things calling for my attention than these metaphysical abstractions so begone!”. Others hate what their folks want for them as they sense its not genuine and authentic ergo they rebel and, to their chagrin, find their own way aka “He used to be such a good boy but then went to Uni and started flipping packs. I don’t know what happened to him?”. That too, as the article suggests, can be just as fake as the first as its a counterswing that misses the mid. Next we have one sits on an attraction but is slightly distant and thinks “Its all a ride” and then starts pondering the true depth of this sketch and what it means to wear flesh in this realm. This is becoming Centered in Self and if you came at it this way then my compliments to the chef.
Up, up above this is a rollercoaster that flits around the entire place. From the highest highs to lowest lows, its got them covered. Each seat is for two but, usually, only one is present. It takes in the whole park and thus one who is riding it could, if they wished, see every single aspect of all bits and then draw their own conclusions. This doesn’t happen, often, as they’re usually screaming and holding on for dear life as its designed to scare the crap out of them. The thing is this part is off limits for the rest, mainly, and thus they don’t even suspect it exists. The so called schizophrenic is one who finds his merry go round of predictable bliss has shifted to this hurtling creation of adrenaline dumping and he struggles to make sense of what kicks until a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” kicks in and they say he’s a cuckoo as you can get because rollercoasters don’t exist. They’ll point at the parks blueprint and tour guide experts who all attest its in his head and isn’t real. The mystic and poet, on the flip, know about this thing of myth and legend and make their way around the park of amusement but without investing in the distractions as they’re seeking the hidden exit in to which the madman, entranced, fell. Some do, others don’t and BS. You can always tell the real from the fakeness as the former is usually hated whilst the latter celebrated. Do the Knowledge, my friend. When they get to the destination the mystic climbs in and handles it as he’s spent many lifetimes training for this spin. The poet, in tenderness, looks from a distance and writes rhymes, rapturous, about the beauty of its magnificence and how it affords such a thrill. Note, he himself has not rode it but this shows you the basis of all religions and how they actually exist in the first place as all of the prophets knew about the rollercoaster as well as the nature of the park and its construction etc… This is a very subtle part that many miss.
Me? I was born riding it. That means flat out adrenaline from inception and no off switch. At various junctions I’ve noticed that my belt had either been loosened with a cut or the track itself was rusted and busted but, somehow, my carriage floated over it. Once I even fell out as it was looping but, in a wonderful sync, as I dropped gravity was rendered ineffective and thus the moment the coaster came back around I slotted back into the seat I’d just vacated with a wry grin wondering what the heck just happened. That was my latest near death experience. I say latest as there have been so many I stopped counting, back when. The first two kicked before I’d even started crawling. Someone down here really doesn’t like me but someone else, more powerful, has me earmarked as their favorite it seems. Not meaning to sound arrogant, just sharing my truth as my life isn’t a movie. Its several. This you’ll click when you reeleyez what I’m kicking is one hundred percent fresh and direct with no two stepping or stretch ergo it can get you wide open or blooming, if you will. In a world full of people whose rose was pinned by an errant thorn to create the (false) self of egoic projection as they ride the attractions this may seem like a fate worse than death but thats quite ignorant as we died to wisdom to wear the flesh of ignorance called being human aka the oldest tricks are the best. I’m here at present to share a message then jet as its my last spin in this Game we all play using our Souls as credits so pay attention or don’t, thats on you, but be certain that you’ll be riding that coaster one day as well and then, like Richard said, it will make a load more sense why its so simple to live a life at anothers behest with no questioning of the script until you live, die, come back again and keep on doing this for a few more spins until you’re sitting in your mansion smoking crack at the peak of your success and wondering what the F is happening because you easily make others grin and yet feel so sad within that you end up acting like this in a way that belies an immense amount of self hatred.
This is where one learns to sift the pure milk of Inner Sense from the corrupted waters of Adulteration that were sifted in, for profit, by the same people who kill the prophets the Prime sends with same message, again and again:
That life is an illusion, death is the truth and its not where things end but begin. But, the funfair is seductive. Like pimps and politics, it promises what it never delivers but will wear out whats between your legs for its own ends, if you let it as the preacher passes around a plate for collection to those who accept anothers truth of a magical cake they can one day taste if they do exactly as is said from one who is usually not a paragon of virtues as he’s simply got hope for sale to those plugged in…
The Game is something else, my friend and it will meet you on your level and beat you to your knees, if you let it. The Warrior, on the flip, is a major threat as one gaining gnosis reminds the others what they’ve been made to forget hence the 8% often come from less with the explicit intent to prevent this awakening as they’re sucked into the vortex of destruction instead of transcending to ascend because none of this exists without a Soul to Witness the attraction. Thats how powerful your mind is, my friend.
Till we meet again
