One of the most amazing things about my latest brush with death was meeting something that is so ineffable that you simply can’t F with it! Describing it in text is akin to the example of sharing the vision of an ocean with a land locked Bedouin. I suddenly comprehend why Lao Tzu said that the Tao which can be spoken of isn’t the way. Its amazing how we use these spells to communicate but when they come to our inner realms they are threadbare and decrepit when it comes to capturing or even sharing our magnificent radiance. Take that and times it by the power of infinitum when you read what comes next:
I would like you to imagine an immense thing which is a living, breathing process but not mineral or organic. It has two things happening at the same instant that are quite mind bending for a mere human to comprehend and that is that is spins on one axis, standing proudly in the mid, but it two different directions (at the same instance) and the upper half is totally expansive (like a telescope) whilst the other is highly reductive (the microscope effect). The net result of this is what you call this entire realm and, specifically, the human incarnation. This process is replicated – what do you expect? Its a fractal, after all – in your mental process hence:
You are inside the universe with a youniverse inside.
Its why I’ve said you should never trust an atom as they make up everything and why said things are made up of nothing and yet seem solid to the grip. The next part – where you have never met or stranger or actually touched anything “out there” – is equally hard to comprehend as your day to to day illusion says something else. Well, who you gonna believe? Me, or your lying eyes?
I have spoken to many trippers, both chemically assisted and natural, and nobody seems to have met this yet which means it could all be a delusion but methinks it isn’t and the proof of this pudding are those who, once upon a when, rode the green dragon with joy and abandon until:
“Can’t do it no more. Even a toke on a spliff makes me a paranoid wreck. Shame, I used to enjoy it as well”.
They met it. And the schizophrenics knew it. It is, what I suspect, generates the pulsating patterns the DMT peeps attest and its why, back when, I sat in school and said:
“Sir, you see that image you’ve shown of the galaxies and how they spin? How come they look like they’re moving really quick but you said they’re stuck, frozen, and why do they appear identical to the structure of the atom? Could we actually be within it like a Jack and Beanstalk thing?”.
As usual I was thrown out as I wouldn’t relent and had to know the answers that he simply didn’t possess as he was only doing it for a cheque. That was, in effect, my first introduction to the tele/microscope effect and, since then, I’ve met it quite a few times and definitely felt its influence as it can seem like mainlining the secret truth of the universe (when in a high octave) as the syncs and things you sing about they bring out. On the flip, when on a dip, the paranoia is intense as you see nothing but sheer malevolence shining from the countenance of a wicked clique as you think:
“Surely they can’t all be in on it? Can they?” as the bullets are flying and you’re artfully misled by your bought and paid for mademoiselle playing a role, par excellence:
Marvel as they pick out random bits of what you’ve thought or said in private and thats before we mention the street theater as well. Are these forces, at their basic, what we call “god” and “the devil”? Methinks they is. Methinks they is and that is why I’ve termed one Psylense and the other noiZ because those old labels have too much baggage for me to heft and thus I create my own definitions, sketched at the res of my imperience, which you are free to accept or reject as it is no skin off my nasal cartilage. Or, as a career cokehead once said:
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, mhmm, exactly this. It spins everywhere at once but its nowhere as well and it feels like being in the grip of angel whilst getting mind F’d by the devil himself who never even said so much as “Just the tip” but raped you into sheer paranoid flinching before, somehow, mercy did manifest. It only happened once, mind, and that was nearly enough to put me off the sniff for a bit. Truth be told I started cutting it after this – the gears just too potent – and making sure that when I partook there was never any top shelf spliffery present as I suspect that is what took me over the edge, back when, as it tore my head to shreds by moving in two directions, but yeah, I get why madmen all think they’re Jesus or something because whatever it was I felt was far more honest and direct than the flesh and blood that presents but I was so wrecked off my box I never could put it into words until you mentioned that dual axis spin around a point that is eternal, unchanging and constant. That is what I think bought me in off the edge, I guess“.
Just another statement from Knowing the Ledge aka upping your res as, like a balloon that is filled, your mind can never, ever shrink to what it was before this imperience. The most amazing thing about this is I’m starting to suspect a bacterial/fungal link as well as the celestial which makes perfect sense if we’re within a fractal as the only thing faster than the speed of light is the sound of Psylense, ya dig? Information is all there is and you’re made to encode, decode and transceive it, as does everything else… Pictures being thousands of words that speak for themselves say it best to one who Knows the Ledge:
Granted these are sober peak states talking on the web and such things are beyond the ken of most men as they are so well adjusted to running the treadmill and thus don’t click its all happening within their consciousness but the telescope is reported by many pro athletes who have said:
“All of it fades to nothing. Its like Bruce said “It hits by itself“. Sometimes it feels like I’m just a watcher who is along for the lift as I see what kicks and marvel at how well it functions”. As every great artist has said, its about getting out of your own way and allowing the champion within to reveal itself…
On the flip these are the same, in the off season or when their glow has dimmed, who have crippling painkiller addictions and other vices or whims which, I suspect, are the other end of the deal manifesting. On the day to day these are poles between which the manic depressive doth shift as a couple of them have nodded their heads at the sketch as they attest that they too felt totally powerless to resist what was happening as it was an energy coursing through their veins that evidently didn’t originate within as its strength was immense and beyond questioning. Which, once again, is exactly what every single schizo, ever, has said about the demons on the mind that haunt him as well as the angels, now and then, that reveal things like they did to Tesla, Nash and Van Gogh as well.
You are inside the universe with a youniverse inside.
Its actually the best place to hide lifes greatest secrets, yes? After all, the inner realms of most are nigh on invisible and beyond questioning as they cannot imagine being anything else than what presents as they take the shape of the container they’re poured in. Or snowman who, as you’ve guessed, is water at its lowest vibration which, itself, is simply steam, condensed. Shades of the tele/microscope, yes? There is something I really want to tell you at this point but another aspect says its not appropriate yet for some reason. I’ll defer to the bit in the mid from which both spring as I sit, Centered in Self, and push the pen because it may come later in this text or another session. What it is, however, is pretty amazing and offers an immense clue of how your unfinite awareness was flipped, stripped, dipped, chipped and remixed to become Inner Sense and how that, itself, is a one time deal for this spin and should be fully embraced and then released from your grip as its such a rare occurrence. A way you can picture it is like a stack of Post It notes. Each one, singular, is what we term Spirit. The whole thing is called Soul and thus is without beginning nor end as it simply is. Unfinite is the term I built to describe it as the in variation suggests constraint and limits when this force has no such thing. Wow, this has just said it all without saying it. Titilation and titivation, par excellence! Up your res so I don’t have to say it. Find your own answers and don’t show your working because thats akin to describing a dream to another person, isn’t it? It never makes sense to them but, for you, its perfectly cogent. We now return to your regularly scheduled program:
Much like a box that is filled with atoms can only fall to a certain limit before there is no more motion there are limits to what we’ve termed “evil” aka matter at its most dense. No prizes for guessing where we are, as individuals and collective, at the present moment and thus the true nature of the forces at the helm of this immense top, spinning, and how they’re pimping it. There was a time when our resonance and function was way different, my friend, and this is why all cultures, without exception, reference a time, golden, in which men were gods in comparison to what came after they fell. Think of it as breathing in and out as its the same one and zero than manifests as the tech you’re using and the vintage (yet still more advanced) version you’re wearing to interact with this realm. Much like the rainbow doesn’t exist without the eyes to see this universe is a projection of the youniverse within. Research the angles and play them and you’ll see why they slid Forty Two in as the answer to everything as it is. To the plebs. For the Warrior its simply a stepping stone to higher res as a they ask better questions more refined by what presents. That way lies madness, if shipwrecked, or enlightenment if you comprehend you are neither the choppy seas, in their element, or boat itself with beleaguered man within but are actually projections of a happy kid, splashing away, at bath time with a fertile imagination that pours in and saturates the moment making it what it is to those in the grip of over identification with the process.
Such is the power of Inner Sense, yes? Can you see why they Adulterate it, quick, as that is akin to a flash frozen mammoth whose last thoughts were “What the hell?” as the poles shifted and what was tropic became chill (and the flip) as men gawped at the motions of heavens, interrupted, and set off in search of sanctuary as the Eden they knew well sunk below the surface of the ocean. These days they call it “Climate Change” and fly all around the world on private jets whilst taxing you for the privilege. Ironic, isn’t it, how quick they are to discount the intelligence of the planet, the motions of the celestial aspects and what they said as well as the fact that all of this may simply be an atom inside a much larger man who is meditating at present whilst wondering “How would it feel to be a man reading this via the tech of the black mirror which is simply one side of the hexagon of Saturn and its celestial twin of Jupiter?”. How many would click the true origin of this glyph or its deeper meaning? Doesn’t the fact that this happens mean the fix is in? Are we seeing realities “programming language”?
Refer back to what I said and do the Knowledge as these could be the ravings of a man pushed to the brink as he played the cards dealt to win and bet against the odds to stack major chips or a mass exercise in speculative fiction that attempts to stitch a narrative from the many disparate threads life presents as he stumbles over the immense elephant that was always present but obscured by camera tricks and BS by those in the biz of dream selling… I’ll let you tell it.
In the end, beginning and during its all consciousness. Either you are sitting on the top of a mountain of ignorance of you’ve delved down the depths, done the Knowledge and drawn your own conclusions that weren’t part of the syllabus and, no, reading anothers words, watching their vids and commenting doesn’t count as that is second hand gnosis which is as much use a straight man on an island full of lesbians. Too many fall for that trick as its old and effective because whats offered from a distance doesn’t match the writing on the tin and, worst of all, even that is a deception because the true terms and conditions were etched in a microdot hence the need to up your res. Sometimes I really do wonder if there is any point to me pushing the pen like this because gnosis is so fine and delicate its like handing an egg made of silk to a gorilla with an iron fist. Worse, actually, because at least the animal would have the sense to comprehend something stuck to its appendage and may even intuit the nature of that which you pass for they are connected (both outside and within) with far greater coherence than the modern beast called man who, often, will misconstrue one pointing at the moon as being given the finger. Even if a few get it they’ll argue about where he stood – relative to the them – and then you’ll hear a cheery yell of “Kill the infidel!” as the northern and southern hemispheres shred the other over what the man in the equator said.
Maybe its me thats the problem? I could be he that is incorrect because if the way that is correct is signposted and effortless then it feels like I’ve spent my life walking over unpaved roads that were strewn with thorns, back when. And yet, with each step, I gain a twinkling of gnosis that is oh so familiar with its newness that it feels like being asleep in bed and becoming cogent of the hoax being perpetrated and doing something about it as you comprehend you are the the thoughts, thinker and thinking which leads to a moment of existential bliss as you see through the illusion and feel an immense weight of tension lift that you, previously had been unaware of carrying in ignorance. I cannot help but think such things should be shared with the rest for if you had discovered an oasis in the desert and I was thirsting I’d sure appreciate a sip, yes?
Through all of this there is one thing that remains constant and thats the tele/microscope effect. It is, what I suspect, is used to make the glow of Inner Sense dim as all of that unrealized potential is scooped and looshed up for who knows what ends and then, lets not forget, they come and claim the dregs via your television set and other antics designed to leech your attention as well. The grift never ends! Of course, to the well adjusted, the above may seem like gibberish but to those who dwell on the fridge and/or Know the Ledge it could make a lot of sense as its obvious there is something missing from the sketch when we take in the majesty of life as it is and the way man is acting. On the flip sits the peak imperience that started this missive that is so intensely personal yet universal as well so, with that said, you should believe none of what I’ve shared and, instead, take the steps to disprove it by glancing within at your own youniverse to feelsee what its saying as I’m interested in hearing your transcript.
Its like a feather on the peacock realizing the eye it uses to see is actually flat and Two D in comparison to the true majesty of which it is a part and was never disconnected as its current form is but a messenger for the essence: Pure consciousness. How in the heck would you expect it to explain to the denizens of Flatland what it just comprehended about the true nature of reality as it slides back into the mix with those who accept, without question, what their senses present to their conditioned awareness? I guess the best way of saying it is:
You are inside the universe with a youniverse inside.
Till we meet again
