Its really as simple as that because you either lead the pack of one or follow the crowd in the comfort of its familiar thrum as “Everyones doing it!“. This is one of the chief differences between the Slaves mind (programmed) and the Warrior who decodes instead. Its also the main reason why every single child, ever, has said “I don’t want to!” and meant it before they’re browbeaten (literally or metaphorically) into submission via stressed parents who don’t recollect how it felt and why they were so emphatic in their rejection of whatever presented. In many ways you’ve been taught to conform from a load of different vectors but they all hold one dirty little secret in common:
Control.
Do you know what the most ironic thing about all of this is? How little the Slave has over his own life and how vehemently he will deny this. Did you spot it? Thats the divide and conquer schism that is as old as the empire itself and one of the calling cards of the hidden hand with its iron grip that, cleverly, pretends to be many when, in reality, its one with a single mission:
Control.
From life to death and beyond they sing the same hymn as without your energetic resonance and conscious link to the Prime they’re screwed but they can’t let you click this otherwise there is something you’d never, ever give them:
Control.
“I don’t want to!” said the child, stamping, to affirm their indignity at something they felt was intuitively incorrect only to have their nascent consciousness and body awareness swiftly invalidated as another poured their energetic whims and preferences into them. Have you ever examined this with a state of presence and sensed exactly what kicked? Imagine a glass, clear, filled with water, pure. Now, lets pretend that a member of the Adulterated says “Thou shalt do this” and your nope sensors kick in. They then, by force of resonance, pour some of their own mess in and send out a little copy version of them to do exactly as they said. The child rebels and we see, within, their pure consciousness is now tainted by an isolated bubble of red mindset as inherited from a parent. The mind is wise and sees this as a cloud in its previously clear skies of awareness and thus places a hydrophobic charge around it so the thought may be in but it certainly isn’t of. Nonetheless, the resonance is now present and thus the child is forced to head off where the parents said and perform as expected otherwise the affection promised will be withdrawn and, along with it, comes the threat of survival. The child faces an immense test of stress as its either die to the authentic vibrations within or hold firm to your principles and, quite possibly, be thrown into a world with no guidance or protection. This is spiritual terrorism, par excellence. Everyone does it because “Everyones doing it”. Can you see how this type of Thunking engenders what comes next because if we check back in in a few decades we’ll notice that once pristine awareness is now filled with a murky mess in which these old bubbles of isolation attracted each other via resonance and now we get a blob of red that speaks just like your father did whilst the blue is more of your mother hue, a yellow bit reminds you a teacher who was quite decent mixed in with a fictional character you really identified with. You’re getting the sketch, yes? Turn by turn they each take over your awareness and provide their own tint to your mindset which means, often, you’ll hear your folks words coming out of your mouths and then, later, in private, you may confide in a mate that that felt quite strange as, for a moment, you were literally them.
You may or may not have ever thought at this depth but I’m willing to bet you felt how intuitively correct the above sketch is at describing your inner realms, yes? That is because I’m a thinker, not a follower. I am my physics and metaphysics as well for this entire realm dwells inside my consciousness and the first job of anyone who wishes to awaken the Warrior within is cleansing this filth that Adulterates the pure waters of Inner Sense. It will, gladly, assist in this but most people are so used to being lead by these voices (for that is how they manifest) that they simply cannot imagine life without them. This is why I ask, time and again, if you can hear the Psylense as its this fount, creative, from whence all the magic doth spring that has jits scribbling with paper and ink and seeing such off the wall things. As you may have guessed its the same aspect that has a hyper dimensional turbine attached to it in the case of the so called schizophrenic whilst the mystic swims upstream instead and captures the thieves dressed in purple that ejected their oily inks into the minds of your lineage and gives them a good whipping as he turns the tables in furious anger at how they attempted to poison and defile the right, left and centerous (I know, that neologism is a bit adventurous but you get my drift about becoming a whole being instead of fragmented, yes?) via their schemes and tricks that pimp one gen to the next.
This is where I’ve got by thinking. I’ll be willing to bet its a totally different sketch from wherever following led you. Probably in front of the TV or web, keeping up with celebs, ticking “Supposed To” boxes and, generally, running the treadmill as you abdicated your Self from the responsibility of raising your seed and handed them over to the unfeeling machine of the System to mold and shape their consciousness in the shape of a brick as once round watermelons become squared circles instead. That means they’re not only inauthentic but missing an entire dimension as well. “Perfect for the coming Techno Sapiens thing” said the Slave/Masters as they boil yet more frogs in Hells kitchen…
You’re either a thinker or follower and this is across the board or not at all so miss me with the revolutionary act because you wear a Che T, once read a brief synopsis of someones notes on Machiavelli and arranged a great petition on Change, once upon a when, as you soapbox on the latest hot topic to your friends and countrymen (with no traction but plenty of bilious wind) before following rank and file like they said on Monday, AM as you go an clock in at the office and BS at the water coolers with the rest to whom you feel, silently, superior as you Thunk you’re “Woke”. Warriors, on the flip, stay lightly dozing with their third eye open as that state brings the most coherent brainwaves which is an interesting segue as the mind of a child, natural, is the same as an adult under hypnosis which the latter on an LSD trip is identical with a babies inherent resonance. Break it down and its says that life is a consensual hallucination which segues into a variety of trance states you inherited from media and parents whilst mistaking all of this deception for a Self – which it isn’t. Not one bit. Why?
Control.
Can you see the need for it in the face for such potential Self directed resonance? Did you click how the Russians get one reality tunnel (complete with programming language) whilst the Chinese select another and this contrasts with the land of “Freedom” (in which every step is expensive. Ironic). I know my other article about Weebs and Waifus may seem like a diss but, from this lens, at least they managed to shift perspectives in one respect and that speaks a lot about the neuroplastic effect in contrast to frozen snowmen made of sentience squashed to its lowest vibration in this immense Game we play using our Souls as credits. Ultimately all of these concepts are totally worthless and illusory beyond this stage and aim as you aren’t the content but context instead – pure consciousness, in the flesh. An aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one made manifest in times of near universal madness and wholesale deception sold as wisdom to the ignorant.
Listen, I’m not meaning to diss as the above serve the purpose of creating scripts for Souls to live and make the illusion seem genuine but my patience is about as thin as a model filled with amphetamines and laxatives who needs to sell an image she isn’t living in a world, inauthentic, as she takes a million pics with a practiced effortlessness of eating an immense slice of cake from which she’ll vomit the crumbs the moment the cameras stop rolling as her simps beat the magic stick, in unison, to a set of pixels that represent a good mimic of the real thing as they extend their energetics into the black mirrors grip and swiftly follow this with some other excretions as well which validate the deception with actual potential for life, living. Doesn’t that sound totally outsane? Like a species in the grip of such intense psychosis that they’ve forgotten what pure water actually is as they drink Brawndo instead? “Its got electrolytes” they said. Why? Because that is what following gets you. This is why you can only be one or the other, my friend and that, by its very nature, means you’ll leave a trail of feelings, ruffled by your observations and questions which are the same as a childs except now your build has grown in size and realize you don’t need to hide behind a parents leg as they are the ones who got you into this mess by picking ignorance over wisdom whereas you do the Knowledge and recode your internal OS. Why?
Its the only thing worth anything in this world as it gets the dick erect and ladies wet. Think about it and you’ll see how I’m correct. Its all about sex in the end as its a one and zero thing which is binary code aka Yin and Yang which is the same as what powers this tech, syncs to breathing out and in, is god and the devil, life, death, Inner Sense or Adulteration. Its all one thing, itself “no thing”, which is everything better known as pure consciousness ergo you can think about following but you can’t truly follow a thinker as its an intensely personal process which hints at why you spent nearly two decades, legally mandated, at your nearest camp of concentration whilst the rest was pitched in immense amounts of media mess that shaped your awareness in order to ensure that the ones born, every moment, hand over the one thing the System covets:
Control.
Can you imagine a realm in which the children led and parents played a supervisory role and pitched in when requested only? Lets say school still exists and they went at nine AM and came back at three but little Timmy may have just spent that six tinkling ivories as he’s fascinated by the keys and the sound they make. He does this day in and day out for three years at least and generally ignores the rest beyond the times he links with friends to half pay attention to what they find fascinating as they do at his recitals. Each gains exposure for a childs nature is inherently curious but are drawn, like magnets, to what speaks their language and this they use to gain further skills, previously unimagined. For example, one day he asks the elder about the interplay of harmonics that come to chord selection and he’s illuminated about the concept of mathematics. He takes to it like a watery fish as, before, it held no interest as boring old digits but now its speaking his language which, soon, leads him to English as he wishes to pen lyrics that go with the melodies pouring out of him and this, in turn, evolves into a passion for gymnastics and most children wouldn’t be crying at the gate upon reception nor would they leave when the bell rings as they’re simply having too much fun doing what? Thinking.
Can you imagine the world they’d build in a couple of generations versus the superhero retreads and wannabe mindset that fills the likes of Reddit as people masturbate each others (false) self with platitudes of surface level acceptance and encouragement when, in reality, they detest themselves and lives they live but would rather die than admit it as those oily gloops of Adulteration seep across their consciousness and they, via effort, project the opposite via text and celebrate when others also buy in to their deception as they live not their lyrics hence the need for constant reinforcement and the immense “Us vs Them” mindset that proliferates this corner of the web which, ironically, preaches open minded tolerance but only within a very thin spec of what is expected as thinking isn’t allowed when you’re busy following… This is, as you may have guessed, the inversion of the thin, attractive and flexible model mentioned but, internally, the process is identical:
Control.
Or lack of it. I may sound critically dismissive and like I don’t give an F about your feelings but I do, thats why I type like this, my friend. There is no nice way of telling a hoe she’s getting pimped. Especially when she’s overly invested in the concepts of death and taxes that her sky daddy sells for that elusive day she’s turned enough tricks as he rides by, collects his dividends and tells her to get back to biz as the coochie won’t sell itself and those lips weren’t made for talking so get to walking, bish! Straight onto the psychosocial treadmill as thats an explication of the relationship between man and state viz pension but they never mention the constantly eroding buying power, increased expenses and decreased return on dividends or how I suspect the main aim of all these old people COVID deaths was to cash in their cheques after a life of compliance without fully paying them… Like the swine in Animal Farm that made loot off the horse even when it had done its best without rest for absolutely ages as it was, to the glue factory, sent. Am I tin foiling or hitting targets, dead bang, in the head? I’ll let you tell as the numbers speak from themselves but they even flipped them to make it seem like the young and naturally healthy were under imminent threat unless they did as instructed. Why?
Control.
You’re either a thinker or follower which means the most dangerous in the realm or safely neutered plebs instead. These aren’t my words but theirs, the Slave/Masters who run up and down the stairs carrying out the whims of the one eyed king who needs to keep all of his pieces where he can see em as he lacks depth perception and passes this defect onto his adherents and thus detests one with three functioning centers of optics as their awareness extends beyond this realm and thus out of his grip. That is what the Path of Power brings and why I said you’re either a thinker or follower, my friend, because if you haven’t guessed yet then I’ll tell:
If you meekly buy what they sell as the way it is after they coded your OS to only ask questions they expect then you’ll certainly inherit the earth as you’re lowered into it but what they haven’t said, out loud, is that you’ll be mindwiped and reskinned to do it again. And again. And again until, one day, you stop following and start thinking instead and then all Hell breaks loose in so many respects as, in a world filled with liars, an honest man is most dangerous as he may not be correct but at least is willing to state whats in front of him and its not colored by inherited Patterns of ignorance, decades of forced perspective training and the immense pressures of compliance that have raged since back when and now, digitally, are amped to an apex as people are connected in loneliness via the black mirror effect which presents both the balm and problem in one handy, dandy package in which everyone wants to be anyone but themselves as this they cannot accept. Why?
Control.
Or, rather, the lack of it.
“You’re not the boss of me” says he whilst the lady observes, wryly, “Neither are thee though, really” as she’d awakened the Warrior within and came to comprehend that she was neither Max nor Vincent and most definitely not the cab she’d been driving as that was a huge coping mech designed to deflect from the mess within that led her to build an image she lived and almost believed was authentic until a chance meeting, an overheard discussion and subsequent introduction stopped her Thunking she was a thinker but was actually following and, by doing the Knowledge, gained a true state of liberation that is beyond mere labels and boxes that come with expectations and promises so now, in her own words is:
“I am me. Thats it. You either get it or you don’t and thats not my problem as my mind has more interesting things to consider than whether or not you comprehend the shadows depth hence there is nothing to rail against and naught to defend when one is Centered in Self”.
She did ask me a fascinating thing though where she questioned why, Knowing this, would I continue to extend these missives into the collective unconscious instead of focusing on greater things via the use of my resonance in private. I told her that if it hadn’t been for such lyrics, kicked freely, would she have accepted the invitation to gain gnosis as reflected via a figment of her imagination that was simply saying what she’d forgot to consider due to the whims of the System that had her buy in to one of the options they were selling? She laughed and, with a grin, said:
“You know exactly what I’m going to say and its totally correct because you are exactly this and, best of all, you Know it. Ha! I like it!”
Till we meet again
