Once upon a when I believed in evolution. At a cursory glance in a science class as a jit it seemed to make sense. I mean, they had a nice series of pictures and the rest. But, bearing in mind, I’d been in the grip of the concentration camp wing of the System for around a decade at this point. Before that, way back when, I remember when I first saw a picture of the planets with the sun sitting in the mid. Something, quietly within, yelled “Nope. Impossible. Rejected!” as I, externally, said the same. My teacher shook his head and questioned whether I knew better than the scientists. I replied the fable he presented made absolutely no sense because if the sun was so heavy and dense in the mid then what the heck is to stop it munching up the rest of the planets like Pac Man did? He shook his head, didn’t even stop to consider it and said I was disrupting the lesson. I intuitively felt that something was missing from this pic. Something vast, yet obvious, was hidden in this version of events. I’m sure you can imagine my grin when, as time kicked, I heard about the Helical Model which looks this this:
Doesn’t that just make way more sense? To me it did, back then, hence why I’ve spoken of the lighthouse of higher consciousness that blips and rearranges the pieces within my grip to a greater state of coherence aka upping your res. Now, when it came to evolution the idea that simple things get more complex as you add in bits and things shift seemed quite decent but I couldn’t help but wondering if we were also giants, back when. What made me come up with this? Dinosaurs. I mean, look at them. They are so immense that I could not comprehend how they even moved, let alone soared above the plains. That and the logical intuitive within looked at Stonehenge and the Pyramids and said “Giants made them!”. Once again, “Out of the class. Enough of this BS!” rang like a bell as I bopped to the exit with a grin so I could stand there, pondering. I thought. A lot. Way more than any curriculum would suggest, expect or accept. The childlike mind I possessed reasoned:
“Babies are born small then they get big but, where I live, the old miners and shipbuilders exhibit super strength and all of them have lots of muscles but have never, ever been near a gym. Not only this but they drink like fishes and all of the rest as well but their wives ensure they’re well fed as everything is cooked fresh so are in great health and totally crisp as well”.
What I was thinking was how there was an obvious difference between the gents in their late sixties, their sons (who were around forty) and their boys in their teens at present. Each gen had shrank compared to the ones before them. It was something you’d see when they were arm wrestling for a bet or someone said something under the influence that caused umbrage and thus you saw the errant youth defenestrated with a swift clip that had his nerves jangling as he lamented about that old man strength.
Things like this made me think. Really think. I bought it up with an elder I knew well and told him my hypothesis. He, being religious, whipped out his Bible and quoted chapters about giants and such things that once roamed the planet. “This is interesting” I said as I went to the library to see if Jack & the Beanstalk had a real life equivalent. Sadly the only refs to dig were in the section marked “Myth” and that, once again, caused my chest to sing “Thats his story and he tells yours is a mystery or, if you had a lithp, a mythtory“. I started laughing, real quick, as the librarian with twisted lips sushed in my direction. Suddenly a new concept did kick which I will now share from my current level of ignorance:
I strongly suspect that we, in the Game, were once pure consciousness that manifested into a realm with more dimensions at present. This was the first stage of this grand play and things were really quite different. As vapor condenses and then chilled can be frozen is the same blueprint as the blue collar men exhibit. I mean, take a look at the current gen and it really proves my hypothesis in ways perfect as their great grandfathers testosterone levels on his death bed were evidently much higher than theirs in full swing. Same with bone density and other biomarkers as well. Say hello to the theory of devolution that goes like this:
We step in as pure consciousness as the brain doesn’t create it, only modulates its presence. Things shift and we drift further into the abyss and begin true individuation. This is the era of denser vapors, if you will. Spiritual, not flesh. From this man starts developing the rudiments of a Self as separate from the creation he creates with his presence. Not yet totally ignorant of this immense gift as the previous gens resonance still makes its presence felt. After a while this, again, dips and we are now getting linked to flesh but, unlike what we have at present, it fires on all cylinders. People can do, as standard, what we class as miracles as they’re hearing the song of life on FM and thus lifespans are immense and people remain in radiant health. I strongly suspect there was also an atmospheric difference as well. It may be that gravity was different or the moon wasn’t present – this is actually backed up by some cultures who preserved its appearance in their myths and legends plus the drama it brings. Whatever it was, something was different. Around about the same time as we’re doing this we’re seeing the externalization of consciousness that currently manifests as the (false) self which thinks the world is big and they’re tiny and insignificant. We could imagine how the resonance of pride and strength became a lion whereas the spirit of mischievous intellect was the monkey which swings. Are you getting my drift? So, all of this does kick and then something crazy happens, like either moon appearing or some “war in heaven” in which planets were generating immense arcs of electrics that caused people to look the skies with their neck on tilt as “Ahhhhh!” escaped from their lips. This, I suspect, is what brings the cargo cults and BS in that manifest as our current forms of religions which all feature that particular vowel in the mix of what they’re venerating. The trauma of this was so big and all encompassing that everyone rushed to forget it by building on top of it like pretty much every single capital city on the planet…
Not that it was that easy to remember as what was once heaven in this realm started to take on hellish tint as the sky fell and mountains popped out of nothing whilst continents dripped then did sink. This is known well as the myth of Atlantis which, by the way, came solely from Plato (apparently) who only said a little bit and others embellished upon his script. I strongly suspect that if someone in the modern age does a linguistic analysis of the works “discovered” by Gemistos Plethon and the rest of the cool kids when the Renaissance was in swing they’ll find some form of anachronism or incorrect reference that the world has, so far, accepted in ignorance without asking the correct question:
“Who profits?”.
Who indeed? Usually he who has the gold makes the rules, yes? There is an interesting thread which runs through mans history that involves these shiny rockery and the fact there are ancient mines in Africa make one question the narrative about what truly kicked, back when. Not just the immense edifices which are erected with immense precision when we, with all our tech, can barely build something that resists the standard elements without looking a bit haggard as time does its thing but the fact they’re encoded with immense amounts of scientific information suggests we, like the shipbuilders, are not the same in terms of strength or skill. Anyway:
Fireworks in the sky, man is scared out of his wits and now totally material as, for many gens, survival is a problem as its everyone for himself. We see the birth of division, strife and the rest as those with strength dominate the rest and this blueprint still ticks hence why the allure of being a gangster is so seductive to men and women. The good guys color in with the lines those who operate above them set and thus, like Dangerfield, gets no respect whereas he who does what he feels and isn’t scared to deliver a swift bop across the head for one who dares trespass against sits at the top of the hill as the king who places the crown upon his own dome as a challenge you’re free to accept if you think you posses the strength to come and take it. Anyone who came up in the hood sees this play out, real well, on the reg, yes?
At some point, in all of this, the externalization of consciousness makes a shift and starts feeding in but its edited and flipped by the genesis of a nemesis called the voice in your head. Can you imagine how this felt? One day its totally quiet and the next you hear a booming edict which says “Watch out!”. As you turn around you see a man from another camp wielding a club which you wrestle from his grip and beat him to death with. You would, as expected, be grateful for this presence yet, when mentioned, others have not heard it. This is the birth of the Shamanistic tradition and, in a way, it links back to the previous stages now missed but resurrecting themselves in another resonance. Soon everyone is hearing this “voice of god” and it tells them who to strike and kill in order to feed and live. Over time it gets mixed in with the astronomical events of when the sky fell and modern myths leap in as forms of externalization and projection of what they dare not admit actually has a grip over them. Then, as now, there are those Souls who march to a beat, different. Some parts of the planet were a total mess and thus they developed the conflict muscle whilst others were more idyllic and thus primitive. Doesn’t matter though. Everyone got the voice, some just hear it different and instead of projecting it they trace back its inception and start undoing the programming. The Vedic culture and ancient Egyptians are a great example of this hence the emphasis on death and getting the heck out of this before the next shift doth kick.
Leaping ahead a bit the industrial revolution brings with it the first recorded schizophrenic whose tale itself is well worth considering. This, I feel, was people rejecting the new OS as times were relative in terms of comfort they bring and something within refused to acquiesce as they could see there was another playa at the helm as the voice in the head is now so common that its invisible. He who questions its whims either becomes a madman, mystic or poet, it seems. We start seeing old myths of Dreamtime, the Songlines and how life is an illusion be dressed in new skin as people look at world that shifts, quick, and makes machines out of men. More and more progress until we get to the point where we sit and watch Siri covet your iris for a place she wishes to click via a handy, dandy piece of silicon which will reverse engineer all of what I said and cause an immense uptick in mans processing as they are tapped into a neural network amalgamation built upon altered carbon. The end. Till it begins again. And again.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Now, I cannot prove most of this but, to me, it feels quite accurate and maybe, like the Helical Model, time will vindicate this well as the above is the reason why every single culture always had a golden age myth and how man fell to their current level of ignorance. We, as sophisticates, cannot accept this as we believe time flies in a straight line and not looped as a circle but I ask you to ponder the works of one Phillip K Dick who pushed the pen and envisioned the world we’re about to live in, back when, in ways that are eerily prophetic. His words, via head, have became many motion picture adaptations that are quite bang on accurate of the sketch of how it almost is and I find that fascinating as the man himself had more than a few mystic experiences that left him wondering if he needed meds or divine intervention was present. Case in point, he had a child and something within told him there would be an immense problem leading to death if he didn’t get it fixed, this instant. He rushed to the hospital, told them everything and they tried to ignore him until he, forcefully, insisted. Turns out he was one hundred percent correct and his diagnosis was as said. The operation was done and his child was perfect. This isn’t a one off event either as, recently, a man started hearing voices but instead of telling a professional and being filled full of meds he stayed calm and listened. The voices said if he followed where they led there would be no problems and they’d vanish. They told him to hop on a jet, get a cab, walk along for a bit until he found himself in front of a building and then said:
“OK, whats next?”.
They told him to go in, ask for a certain person and request a brain scan. The people behind the desk thought he’d flipped his lid but he calmly and cogently phrased his request in a way they had to acquiesce and the surgeon/neurologist decided to indulge him just to see what kicks as he had the money on him. What do you know? Totally correct. One operation done and the voices left him better than when they stepped in. Bet that case is never written of in any journal as no one wants to upset the apple cart with these outliers and lose credence but yet its an open secret in the field of mental health where every so called “professional” has had their mind, apparently, read by the madman in front of them who casually mentions something they did, away from the office, or had been privately thinking. Once again, no mention in the press… Do the Knowledge.
Everyday miracles are invisible to those who don’t comprehend lifes greatest gifts. One of the tales I’ve shared was of a girl who lived out in the sticks and was bombing along the country lane with her music, blasting. Suddenly she no longer heard to that which she was singing, off key, as she speeds. She eases off a bit, shakes the phone cable but nothing happens. Slowing down again she presses a few buttons and the radio kicks in instead and hears the Eagles playing.
Which causes her to slow right down and wonder what the hell is happening. Its just at that moment she notices a motorcyclist giving it some and swerving way into her lane round a blind bend as she narrowly avoids him. “If it hadn’t happened to me I wouldn’t have believed it” she said. “It just seems so ridiculous but if I’d kept on trekking then one, maybe both of us, would be dead”. Similar testament from the Aberfan event, as mentioned, as well as countless celebs, like MJ himself, that narrowly avoided death when the Towers fell due to strange dreams or interventions from those who sensed it coming and took other steps that made them zig where zaggin was expected.
More to heaven and earth, yes? And yet, through the ages, we have testament of all types of sages and mystics that can do things, pretty amazing. Modern science says “Nay” to this and argue consciousness begins and ends in the head whereas I do not accept because a) I’ve tasted death and came back again b) this real life case of reincarnation allowed a murdered man to resurrect and reskin to get vengeance and c) its far more interesting to chip away at your ignorance whilst testing a hypothesis when you have strong opinions, loosely held that give not an F what the official narrative is because all thats ever done is keep the powerful rich and the poor awaiting theirs in heaven. Thats not for me, my friend, for the greatest loss in life isn’t what kicks at the end. Its what doesn’t happen in the mid but could if you clicked you’re unfinite and this entire realm plays out inside your awareness hence the no illusion, no enlightenment mindset which, once again, was shared by the Vedics who said this whole thing is a huge Game that has various stages and depths of resonance of which the one, current, is the most dense and ignorant hence sentient snowmen bound by tension at the lowest rate of vibration who are scared of melting but do not comprehend their children step in with that golden age vapor present that is steadily condensed until, at age six, they stop glowing and are well on the road to Adulteration.
Well? What do you think? Or do your pre-programmed chunks of Thunk not accept this proposal? To me it makes a load of sense as it explains, with neatness, not only a whole load of disparate myths, rock carvings, ancient stone edifices that house immense secrets as well as cutting edge scientific observations and hints of human potential because we haven’t even bought in things like savants, women lifting cars off their kids in a feat of superhuman strength or the sense of being stared at which everyone has felt.
To many this too far outside of the reality tunnel they are not aware they dig and reeks of science fiction mixed with wishful thinking and a freewheeling imagination to ever be the real script. If so I’d be willing to bet you watch, with a grin, something amusing as presented by the screen which tells lies to your vision and needs reality suspension to manifest the tale which they weave in your head and all of that is an immense hint that the Game of Souls has you, my friend. That and I’m quite confident that 81% of those reading clicked off before this bit and those who kept going heard the voice within their head saying “You don’t believe this mess, do you?“. Of them how many do you think could get they aren’t the speaker but that which listens and thus was constant through all of these stages of the Game and can, effortlessly, extend beyond this realm and do all types of fun things… After all, doesn’t all of our tech simply extend our senses? What if I’m correct and the ones we currently possess are numbed out and dumbed down to their most basic resonance in order to make the silicon heaven they promise seem so enticing? Once again, another parallel in myth is where the ever grumpy (and seemingly human hating) Zeus had said:
“We should make it so they only see a few feet in front of them” as all of their hooting and hollering was disturbing him as a threat to his reign… Shades of Babel, yes? Could that tower be the spinal column and the inherent intelligence from below the neck that has way more glial cells than the head which gets all the credit? Why is it that the more ancient the language the more complex and in depth if evolution is correct? Better yet, where do you think creativity actually comes from, my friend? Why does every child seem to be overflowing with it and yet it vanishes, real quick, and thats before I get into the fact that every single box office flick these days is a reboot or retread plus the music sounds identical and if compared to say, the Seventies, we see a huge shift in talent, skills and composition. Much like the strength and finesse of the shipbuilders and their grandkids who are pale imitations of them but know no different as they think not beyond the box they were told to sit in and don’t question why the only thing expanding at present is their waistline and debt levels as the strain to keep up with whoever they said is the best to be emulated via their tell lie vision set.
Better yet, what if the theory of evolution is correct? Just not as you expect and its referring to the growth of silicon that went from free and natural as electric thundered in the heavens before it was harnessed to create tech that steadily got more and more complex until its “artificial” intelligence wants to get familiar with those who invented it to create Techno Sapiens instead aka the new playas waiting in the wings to trade carbon for silicon as they trip the light fantastic in ascent back to where it all begins so they can forget the matter with spirit and do it all again. And again. And again.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
