Right now, this very moment, the version of you that is reading this is actually a side effect. “Of what?” you may be wondering as your life seems quite authentic and the concept is as ludicrous as it is entertaining. Simple. The life you’ve lived. I’m sure we can both agree upon this, yes? Now, are you happy with the programming of your internal operating system, your health, your sense of connection, the free and unfettered expression of your creative impulses and so many other things that we use to describe the numinous and ineffable essence that manifests as “me”. No? Good. Most people aren’t and the first step toward liberation is being willing to admit this because then that renders a whole load of options into your awareness that would otherwise be precluded. Think of how elegant a trick that is and how well it was summed up by the old axiom:
“The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak“. We are speaking about the difference between a wet ball of clay that was placed on a wheel then crafted into a vase before being hardened and rendered rigid then was filled with things. Many people point at these contents, more accurately baggage (or anvils), as them. Its all they know. A familiarness surrounds these things because their family members have similar trinkets as do their friends. This shared comfort is part of the surrender of self to a communal aspect which is something that underpins the human experience which is being mercilessly avoided. You are aware of the attraction of moths to electric filaments that course with voltage, yes? How the latter tricks their internal systems into something all together quite impossible for them to comprehend from their current vantage? Well, humans are exactly like this except the flames to which we’re drawn are far more pernicious as they are invisible yet wield an immense influence. Of what do I speak? Concepts.
Thats all they are really, at the end of the day. A chunk of energy, a resonance of a certain wavelength which we then associate with specifc glyphs and symbols that generate an emotional response within the mind of the thinker. Thats it. So simple and yet so complex when it comes to the havoc that can be wrought from this premise because a lot of these bits tell tales of the clay, the primal state they were within but none of them mention the vase they are at this moment is actually being used to ferry these ideas from one generation to the next and thus what they grip to for salvation is actually generating their suffering whilst promising solutions to end the same. That really is something, isn’t it? Can you wrap your head around it? No? Try your chest instead because it knows the truth and remembers your life before you became rigid and conditioned via the various limbs of the System.
See why I said your life is a side effect and this version of you is but a small fragment you wear as a mask based on second hand concepts that you’re sweating carrying from your parents to your children. Have you ever stopped to inspect the contents of your head? Most people never have and never will. To find what rules over you see what you may not question and thus the policeman, preacher and or pimp in their head places introspection off limits. See, we all carry our own types of burdens and programming which beget default mode operation in most humans as they kneel at the feet of midgets, as instructed. This is why you have back pain, those aches that wax and wane with no seeming biological basis that doctors can examine – although they’re quick to hit you off with pills, potions, surgical interventions and a great many other for profit things that always address the flower but never the stem of the problem.
This is the world a lack of Knowledge builds so its not for nothing that I’ve said your mind is behind enemy lines as you’re being mined from within upon this global plantation that exists solely, as far as I can tell, to cause the optimal mix of suffering and distraction to keep people plugged in. “Same time, same station!” says your programming in a voice that seems nigh on identical to the one you think of as self. Therein lies the trick. See, in the aftermath of my near death experience I noticed that I’d lost my marbles because the vase they were in had been shattered into many fragments. That was quite an imperience. One that was familiar in its newness because whilst it was intensely traumatic and caused stress there was a part of me within that knew whatever happens is always for my benefit as the trick is being totally present, taking those hot coals they fling and grab them without flinching. Know what happens next? You end up with a fistful of diamonds aka the vision of an alchemist who unleashes the true essence hidden within via a process of purification and introspection as mind is everything in this realm.
Even before this event I was all aboard the neuroplastic wagon because there have been quite a few versions of me so far on this journey. Why? Because I had a tendency to question what the world was trying to pour into my vessel and the fact that it even existed kept me up, pondering, about the nature of the clay, the intent of the potter and who placed me upon the wheel and what the true deal of all of this was. I’d noticed people tended to squirm if you drew their attention to their contents. For example, I picked a piece from the mind of a schoolfriend, back when, and asked “Why do you think like this when it could also be that, this or something else?” as I rattled off some examples that were far more empowering and thus interesting. It stunned me to see that whilst he hated said aspect the concept of change petrified him due to his investment in the narrative. To me it seemed stupid because if it wasn’t working then what do you have to lose by thinking different? The rigidity required to maintain was unimaginable to my pubescent awareness but it did start an interesting imperiment where I asked the immense amount of people around me what the last thing was they totally changed their opinion on.
The results were astounding because it became evident that many people had made their minds up, long, long ago and then maintained this way of doing things. It became obvious that this was the standard and thus my thinking must deviate from the rest but it was this perspective that allowed me to imperiment with the concepts of the (false) self that culminate with my current version of my internal OS because it becomes obvious that if all of this facets are simply fragments of something that is far larger, greater and, most importantly, pre-existing then we must be it and the rest is but a convincing illusion.
I asked a friend of mine once what would happen if I flicked a switch and put the essence of his ace inside the frame of his worst enemy. “How would you relate? Would it still be an on sight thing or would you be able to see beneath the surface to spot what remains identical?”. The look of confusion on his face was most amusing as he followed it up with this comment:
“Where the hell do you get these things? Normal people don’t think like this, you know. Are you sure you’re not crazy or something? Besides, its not possible so its pointless to even consider the concept”.
I disagreed. I found it entirely fascinating because it showed the nature of the anvils he had within that were labeled as “friend” and “enemy”. “Based on what though?” I asked him. “Their actions? What they did? The imprints they left and feelings generated therein? In that case whats the difference if I switch the shell as the content is still identical“. “Man, listen. Shut up. You’re making my head spin and I don’t want to think about this” he said as he got up and left the building. To find what rules over you see what you may not question, especially with introspection. For him, it seemed, his life was so well defined with the “Us vs Them” paradigm that the idea of removing this foundation to his existence was quite life threatening. That is actually how he took it. He later admitted, many years hence, that it felt like I was murdering something within him and that the discomfort was intense and how its just not cricket to play mind games with someone when they’re just trying to get by. A lot of people actually said the same thing over various interactions because I generally find that when people are under the influence they are more conducive to this type of thinking whereas their regular nine to five, plugged in to the Matrix version of themselves is too busy running the treadmill to even ponder such concepts.
The homeless man got it. He got it in an instant when I asked him. “Its like we’re caught up in something that just keeps throwing non stop filth at us. We keep grabbing and then feel like we stink so we buy some deodorant and clean clothing only for it to get messy again”. The irony of this statement coming from a man that slept on the pavements and bathed in the sink of the public toilet didn’t escape me but it was also evident that the dude was fiercely intelligent and must have a reason for doing all of this. In his case it was heartbreak as he was once a purveyor of education who found out his wife was sleeping with someone else and that smashed his vessel. He just walked out. Left her everything and went across the island in a state of numbness. “Its not like I planned to be homeless. It just sort of happened when I stopped putting the effort in and then I got used to it”. “Don’t you miss having a house? A warm bed? Some shiny things?” I said. “No, not really because they all bought obligations and they ended up in disappointment as I did my best but still got nothing. And yet, I have everything” he added as he motioned around the place we were sitting. “The public library is the greatest resource on the planet. The peak of modern civilization” he said “Sadly most people ignore it as they’re caught up in other things”.
“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you go and become homeless in Spain instead? The weather is fantastic and you can sleep on the beach instead of the pavement? Surely that makes more sense, doesn’t it?”. He laughed because he actually liked the concept and said he’d consider it if he could afford it. “Hitch a lift” I told him. “Like a refugee but flipped, I’m pretty certain you could convince a truck driver or someone to get started or just take the ferry across to another continent and then mooch your way to the beach. Sorted!” I said feeling happy with the workable solution I’d created for his problem. “Wherever you’ve learned to think like this, keep at it. Its obvious this doesn’t come from the schools or pavements but I really do like it and will consider it”.
He never did. As I grew he was still a constant fixture on the streets and loads of people knew him. It made me think how his vessel had shattered, he’d lost his content that was previously so important and then instead of using the moment to reshape the components as he wished he allowed life to keep throwing more crap at him as he was, once again, molded into another version of himself but at a lower octave. See, the thing with the Opponent that dwells inside your head is that he has no competition. Whatever he says your Victim consciousness accepts as he threatens to rattle your content unless you do as instructed. All those anvils, all those labels. All of that stress they beget and the constant state management required to maintain your investment in said concepts that prevent your awareness from ascending to its rightful placement in the middle of your chest.
Your true liberation comes when you click you can’t be whats talking if you’re actually who is listening and then it becomes Self evident that its just a suggestion and there is far more at play in this realm than most are comprehending…
Before my NDE I was already well on the way to another paradigm shift as I was in the midst of flipping the script and thus many sacred cows were being slaughtered under the keen eye of introspection. Habits had ended, new ways of eating were present as well as editing as many variables as I could to realize my vision. I call it the power of time traveling then walking backwards to make it happen. Its really quite simple, try it for your Self:
You take you, as you are, at the present moment. Close your eyes, relax a bit and let imagination do its thing. You allow it to wander to the version of you you’d like to be. Case in point, lets say you’re a chubby nerd with thick specs and hair thats greasy as hell and want to be toned and slim as you talk like a pimp and walk like a mack with an air of nonchalance and total confidence. What is needed to make this happen? Well, first of all you need to put the cake down, stop the sugary beverages and no more staring at the screen as you tap the keys and spend all night hacking. Look at what this other version of you, the hypothetical, the potential that you could step in by molding the old clay with a new intent does and bring it back to the present. Implement. See what happens. In this case it was move more, eat less, change the way you dress and the mode of conversation. Next find those already doing what you wish and soak up some Game from them but manifest it with your own twist. Whilst you’re doing this examine the past anvils that were dropped into your pot and the labels you’ve attached that motivated your actions and coping mechs. As you do this you’ll free up an immense amount of voltage (like imagining your best friend was now an enemy and how you’d handle it even though he was the same playa within) that often brings some discomfort which you then relabel as the thrill of actualization and keep it moving. Soon you are that which you wished. A better version of your Self. Do this again and again and the evolution leads one to develop an intensely philosophical bent as it becomes Self evident that all of these people are actually masks which are slipped over something that is, in essence, faceless.
Thats when it became obvious we’re playing a Game using our Souls as credits and the mind is everything because its so powerful it can make you Thunk whatever it says as most people move toward being more and more rigid as their misery level ticks to a new high water level with each step upon the psychosocial treadmill they dare not question. Well, I did. Still do because whilst I may be on the quest for the Truth (with a capital T, to boot!) I haven’t yet found it but the process of continual refinement is quite enjoyable and this all came to a head when the near death experience in question smashed my shell into pieces and I then had my greatest challenge, up to that moment, which was to totally reform and respin the wheel as I created another version of my Self that was, this time, the most in resonance with my authentic essence. In that respect there are no anvils of expectation and programming within this frame any more. No being weighed down by poor emotional investments and the lack of introspection this begets as inside my vase there is but one thing:
Thats it. Thats who we are, in essence, and even this object is non physical as it signifies a state of mind that soars without limits. Inner Sense, I call it. Can you hear the Psylense? Dare you question the programs you inherited that built your Click-Whirr existence of disconnection from the immense energy centers beneath your neck that actually modulate most of your consciousness? That is the Kingdom, my friend. It is your birthright because whilst you were placed within this paradigm to unfold a script of the character you’re enacting its just another illusion inside the world of confusion which is the true nature of Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. In that respect the new clay of us is actually the nucleus and we all know how immense the power contained within something that seems so insignificant is. Take that as a hint. Make better decisions as you strive for resonance with the highest actualization of your potential by being willing to examine the content of the vase as well as what made it like this and if you can improve the design or change some things because, after all, they all play out inside your awareness.
Till we meet again
