We allow the inferior to lead and these are the consequences we reap. Look around at the world, these politicians who come, hat in hand, begging for this and that with promises and new contracts that state they’ll bring change. At the end of the day they lap the cream those who buy their assent give and nothing the people want ever changes. They say that folk get the leaders they deserve. What does this say about you, my friend?
You could flip it and ask me but then I’ve never voted. I see it as a pointless thing because if it truly had the power to change anything you wouldn’t be allowed to exercise it. Like psychedelics, in that respect. Ironic, yes? Many could argue (and see clearly) that the religious tales of yore that were filled with trips to other realms were most assuredly penned whilst under the influence of an altered state that came either via various rites or imbibed plant delights. Not for nothing do they grow freely on da vine. Nothing is hidden if its all in plain sight. Taking it forth to today and pretty much every malady that plagues the race from OCD to stress, terminal illness and the fear of death as well as the states that originally built that temperament that led to the sickness could be thoroughly flipped via the use of these substances. Once upon a when people who were paid to listen to people talk about their problems realized how worthless it is because you simply cannot solve something from the depths with pure intellect. Emotions are vivid, free and living and the problem with trauma is we disconnect as part of our coping mechanism. What did they do? They offered a hit of MDMA and then guidance where the client went directly to the source of their problem but not with egoic consciousness (that plays its games of “He said… She said”) but actual direct imperience.
The results were staggering. People with lifelong PTSD were totally healed in a few sessions and came away with a new framework that made them feel more complete than they were before these lessons. “Its like…” he said, as he attempted to search for the words. “Like the pain had a meaning and it was shining its light on what wasn’t real but I was too scared to let go as I thought I needed it“. When asked what remains in its stead now he is no longer clutching the cause of his suffering he replied “Freedom. Its not emptiness as I feel way more than I ever did. Its like a childish state of happiness but not frivolous”. This is what I mean by Inner Sense and why so many of you will read my texts without ever grasping the essence as your Adulterated consciousness is itself a symptom of this world and its socially sanctioned sickness. Like I said:
We allow the inferior to lead and these are the consequences we reap. Those who really could see and take us where we need to be, individually and collectively, have no desire for the throng that attempts to elevate them over head. Why? “I can shoulder the responsibility for my own miss steps but the cost when it comes to bringing guidance to those who somehow think I’m more than them I cannot digest because the burden is immense”. He went on to describe the image of a man walking up a steep hill that reveals itself to be a mountain whose environment grows increasingly treacherous. After making it to the peak he sees what he sees and is overpowered by the beauty and supreme perfection of the scene. “I simply must share” he thinks and makes his descent into the valley beneath.
The people are lazy. Most do not believe. Those he forces to come along soon start flagging. “The air is thin. My feet are hurting. Why don’t you just tell us what it is?” and then the dissension kicks in. Eventually he ends up carrying all of them and at one point where he is totally exhausted he slips and they all fall to their deaths. “That would be on me, see? Its a sad truth but spiritual evolution is a private business and thus its said I am my only student and sole teacher as well”.
Suddenly it made sense why this man had such a rep for wisdom that was only overshadowed by his cantankerousness. “It was like you wanted people to hate you and stay away” I said. He replied “You are sitting there dressed in pristine white threads, yes? Imagine you ran into a group of old friends who wondered where you’d been and wanted to exchange pleasantries over drinks and revelry. What would happen? Obviously those linens would soon be encased in filth due to the differences between what you and they did on the reg and that was the initial reason for your disconnection“.
He added that in many ways the world as it stands scares him due to what he’d found was connected via a thin golden string and it took so much effort over so many lifetimes that he wasn’t keen on jeopardizing it.
Imagine if we had people like this running companies and congress. What kind of world would they build? But, like the example says, these folks have no interest and those who do slide into that void are generally quite wicked because that is whats needed to gain such a position and then keep it. Look at the blood red ink that writ our history as a collective and the fact that when it comes to the weak with ethics and the strong with greed its easy to see who will bleed and weep when these two forces meet. This is what happened, long, long ago at what I call the end of the world.
We were all brown skinned. The hues may have varied but we were all equipped with the same tint that melanin gifts and thus we saw through a similar lens which had a natural resonance. Eyes as well. It was a time when darkness reigned supreme and people were neither scared of nor called it a beast as nothing was hidden from those who were born into a culture that had attained mastery over its Self in all realms of which Earth was the most dense. For the moment.
This is why you see images of the serpent as an object of worship and veneration as well as the Egyptian headdress with the bird stretching its wings as they were referring to the Reptilian Complex that sits atop our brain stem as well as the mammalian Limbic System which brings the emotional aspect in. These days we are ruled by these two as the first one says “Kill or be killed” as the second chimes in “Whats in it for me?”. These two run the silent programs that are vocalized in most peoples heads and this deal can adapt to any circumstance, real well. Its why comments sections read as they do and why people front on the socialist mediums as they run around image building. And yet, you buy in. Of course you did. The System trained this and its why you vote for pointless politicians who are just congressional call-girls for the money men and do whatever they request after you’ve pledged your acceptance. The ladies are dirty and yet people can’t wait to start dancing. Such is the deal when the entire race is a stranger to Self as they’ll buy whatever the other is shoveling as long as it offers them hope, protection or absolution.
Ironically this all springs from within but most will never have a clue about it because their sense of disconnection is all encompassing. To them their true nature is not only baffling but offensive and thus kept at arms length. Inner Sense is not something they’ll ever imperience whilst living but why must they die to get it? Even then they’ll be born again and forget it for the next spin as they buy into the narrative on another trip in this realm.
We knew they were coming before we’d seen them and stepped out with gifts of food, flowers and fresh beverages to drink as we knew the lands surrounding our kingdom were quite wild and isolating. We had no idea who they were, or from where they came. Visitors were quite rare as we had everything we needed within our place but due to the conquering of the “Little I” in our heads we were far more attuned to the collective and thus felt the resonance of those approaching. We smiled and waved at them as we took in their lighter skin and blue eyes. This was something we’d never seen and it looked so unique and, caught up in the mix, we didn’t even notice that their faces were grim and looks ferocious. That came to an end when the first axe swung split ones head and suddenly blood was flowing and it became obvious they came not to accept gifts but to claim the lands we felt were our own personal Eden.
Now, before you zip off and call me a pseudo historical racist please recollect that I’m sharing tales of my imperiences as dictated via Inner Sense. The amazing thing about this state is that its constant beyond all races, time and space as well, along with all the dimensions as well. Once you’ve stepped into its stream you’ll see what I mean. In contrast Adulteration follows one blueprint – disconnection and then pretending this never happened – and creates a generic yet individual space inside ones head I call the Mind Made Prison. From within this its easy to discount what I’ve said as fiction but the simple fact of the matter is I lived this and know fine well of what I’m speaking as these events laid the foundations for what was to come and the world we’re living in at this moment. Don’t you think its strange that the White race can’t wait to jet to outer space and is already laying claim to Mars as its new home? Stop and consider that these folks all spring from one glitch around six to ten thousand years ago that birthed the first human who switched off melanin to create lighter eyes and skin then ponder the resonance between these forms ill adapted to Earth (where too much sun can kill them) and how they are perfect for a colder climate on a planet distant. Then feel free to sprinkle in the fact that every single culture across time has called Mars the red and warlike planet and compare that with the historical exploits and nature of these people when it comes to “civilizing” the worlds indigenous with violence and scriptures and it might leave you wondering. Its all scripted.
For us, it was literally the end of the world. Things were never the same again after these invaders moved in and set up encampment but this wasn’t the first time they were ejected… Those who survived and watched from a distance noticed that their energy systems were highly imbalanced and like nothing they’d ever Witnessed. “Its like all of the power that should run from chest to head has been disconnected and rerouted to their abdomen instead. They must feel the grips of a terrible emptiness and yet will not allow themselves to see it. Poor wretch” said the Shaman of the old village as he surveyed the wreckage and noted the passage of the stars overhead. “This too” he added “Was predicted because the ages shift from one to the next but no one wants to be the bearer of bad news and thus we try and avoid it by passing it on to the next generation who do the same thing. In many ways we all are fallen. The blue eyes just made it obvious as they’ll rebuild the world in their image due to the new altar at which they’re praying”.
Did you get it? “Alter” as in what sits between “Control” and “Delete”. Ah, the Game is a wheeze! Sprinkle in a serving of fresh silicon being stitched to old carbon to birth Techno Sapiens and you can probably guess the upswing for the next Thirteen thousand till we’re back in Eden, the training wheels are ejected as we get to flying before sinking again… During all of this the hackers will be hacking as that too is a constant for some of us are born to do this and it matters not the stage of the Game we’re playing as we’ll Game the System to peek at the code of the Matrix. Getting back to the present moment we’re unwrapping:
If you ever read the Hindu scriptures and related fables they tell a tale of a culture that was quite different to what we expect but is heavily repped in the “fictional” realm, just ask Lucas and the rest. In many ways it seems backwards due to the strict caste system which says who does what, where and when but in others extremely high tech as they talk of far off planets like they are intimately acquainted with them at the molecular level. For example, Jupiter is know by them as being large, gold and abundant whereas Saturn is contrasted as thin, dark and walking with a limp. Both were drawn using a form you know well as the hexagon at this moment and that is whats formed via their orbits so how on Earth did these apparent primitives guess there was a black square dancing on the pole of the planet back then? Not just that but their allegorical dress hides all kinds of wisdom but this, once again, is for those with the eyes to see it. In that respect the tale of Jesus continues this tradition as its always astro-theologically underpinned once you remove the narrative. Ultimately we all speak the same language and its why those attuned with Inner Sense can push the pen and write something like this, back when, which describes our modern world so well:
“The lowest instincts will spur the men who will prefer to choose false ideals whilst killing righteousness dead. Tormented by desires, fueled by fear they will mislead as they themselves are mislead. Many will perish. The working classes will like to think themselves regal as they are enamored with the image whilst lacking the content within to truly accord themselves in alignment with this. Heroes will be killed as are fetuses in the wombs of their mothers and in both cases no one blinks an eyelid to the happenings. Thieves will become kings and kings shall be thieves. The people are envious, trust wears thin, everyone is out for themselves and all the pleasure they can get with no thought of consequence. The degradation of virtue and hypocritical censorship shall mark the coming end of this cycle and its grip upon the minds of men and their awareness dimmed by this phase of existence”.
Paraphrased, of course, but quite accurate, yes? Granted you could apply this text to any space of time and claim it would fit but its what comes next thats most interesting as they predict a shift between the old world order and new way of doing things. I firmly believe we will live to see this intermission as its happening all around us. In many ways these stages of the Game seem to be ordained in order to create a type of awareness which causes a few to sift the wheat from the chaff (or Adulteration from Inner Sense, if you’re gluten intolerant) and those I know number at 8% of the populace and its to them I’m speaking. The rest are welcome to list but the question is what do you perceive if I point a digit at the moon? A luminary which aims to make you think or do you think I’m giving you the finger in disrespect due to not seeing the whole thing and dealing with projection vs what actually is.
In many ways this is a struggle we all deal with and it happens on our own terms, in our own existence. This is why I’ve never voted and never will because I feel I’m responsible for everything as it all plays out inside my awareness ergo the aspects of me that wish to be false and reigning instead of Inner Sense are internally dealt with so that aspect of what you call life simply bears no effect. Consider this:
If the entire world stopped voting and turned their awareness within instead how long do you think the farce of all of this would stand, unassisted? That makes it all entirely obvious, yes? After all, we live in a time where wisdom is presented as entertainment and the flip is accepted as gospel without question as people scramble to get ahead by gladly stepping on the rest as that which was man-kind is now racing like rats in behavioral sink. A truth that is as Self evident as it is seductive so that only few manage to catch themselves and comprehend what I said as they believe power resides elsewhen…
Sometimes I do wonder what the point in sharing this is because the scam is obviously as effective as the ignorance is infectious ergo gnosis is seen with resentment as people, long ago, accepted anothers perspective as their own mode of operation but never, ever stopped to question if off the peg fits actually feel as nice as something that was custom tailored for them and their awareness? In many ways that the outline of the sketch hence why, I suspect, so few choose to awaken as they’re firmly convinced they’re doing it big as they sprint along a treadmill with some VR specs on their heads…
All I want to do is rule the world and, by that, I mean be the King of my dome. I neither wish nor claim any power over y’all because, in the end, you’re figments of my imagination and this is what we’ve been made to forget along with the principle of resonance hence why, back when, we met with palms clasped at chest with bowed heads as one recognized the glow within me is the same as thee ergo we are both expressions of the same divinity. Now they say that the flesh creates consciousness whilst, simultaneously, calling it the “Hard Problem” that defies explanation when a simple thought imperiment can prove my view correct when I suggest you’re an immortal wearing flesh:
Pretend not existing.
Really invest in this, my friend. Play out all of the variables and schemes that dwell within to make it happen. Eventually you’ll note, with glee, that no matter what you do or don’t perceive there is something observing, Psylently. Its what you use to see and be as its the key to unlocking the illusion of reality as it is thee and thou are it but its also a gift from the Prime who pre-exists and thats where it gets quite mind boggling as all of the above I’ve said makes perfect sense as there are but a handful of variables that have their arrangement shifted to create the song of existence in the same way that a piano has a limited range of octaves that say the same things with a different pitch and yet can churn out a virtually endless range of hits via the composition that springs, you guessed it, from the mind of the one playing.
Its a Yin/Yang thing, in the end, and thus its all playing out as intended which also extends to me writing this missive from the days of back when and you reading it in the present moment so it is what it is:
A figment of your imagination. Nothing more, nothing less. We start, like the womb, in a state of intense unification and from this paradise we’re ejected but, back when, it was into a darkened tent and water birth to your mothers grip as old maidens sat, singing, songs of power and welcome to a fresh essence in the flesh but that shifted into modern docs, brightly lit, pain stinging and the rest you know well before this too segues into state ordained reproduction in lab conditions as it picks who and when gets to link, with genes remixed, but it won’t matter as people will be beautiful, pseudo immortal and constantly sexing – whether in the flesh or with a hybrid companion – as they’re set adrift on low level psychedelic bliss via the tech implanted in whereas, back when, they maintained these states of resonance via singing and dancing and reproduction was guided by the village Shaman who saw what was needed to keep his ecosystem in balance and thus spoke with his counterpart, elsewhen, hence part reason for the caste system as fighters beget the same whilst poets spring from lineages more sensitive and he was aware enough to know what was needed, as and when, as pairings were spiritually picked for optimal balance as each household functioned like a cell in a coherent ecosystem. Contrast that to the modern world and you’ll comprehend why most place their power outside of themselves as its designed to be a mess as we’re at the lowest ebb where matter matters most and spirit is an afterthought hence such surface level thinking and the low resolution mindset it begets.
Its like I said in the other thread but this offers a greater perspective as the first was penned from the view of the human, lost in ignorance, whereas this is from the birds eye lens who sees the lower aspects past, present and future in a glimpse. Make of it what you will but time will prove me correct as its a Game of three halves and its whats hid in the mid between the black and white thinking that can up your res when you become aware of what kicks and who, exactly, is hiding behind the curtain. But, thats another topic as the aim of this is to just to share how if you aren’t in charge of your own head then expect the world it builds to be a mess hence response-ability is free will so flex that muscle and shift your resonance back into the state of being Centered in Self as its no measure of health to be well adjusted to such profound social sickness.
Otherwise its just a ride and that too is fine because not everyone wants to know the how, where, when, what, why that went into its design but I do so it is what it is.
Deal with it. You are responsible for your own feelings, thoughts and observations on each level of the Game and doesn’t this illustrate, so well, that Slaves give away their power and then complain about where they’re lead whereas the Warrior is an alchemist that turns the hot coals of ignorance into shining diamonds of wisdom instead. I say all of that to say this:
The ones who could use this power the best don’t want it whereas those who thirst for it will only ever twist it to their own benefit and, in the end, its the strength of those beneath them they’re manipulating hence they get what the expect as they’re complicit in their own oppression which is mad ironic if you consider cargo cults and BS in respect of what I said about the day the sky fell and its lasting impressions upon modern men.
Do the Knowledge, my friend. You’ll soon comprehend they’re all actors and this opens up another chamber of awareness, long dimmed, as you click the shadows depth an find the eternal source of illumination hidden, therein as you are all of this and none, in the same instance. Such is the power of consciousness as, without it, this world doesn’t exist.
Till we meet again
