I want you to imagine a shelf. It is lined with records. Some are old, others current and many that you haven’t heard yet. There are quite a few of them. Can you pick one out, at random? Whats on the cover? What does it say? Does it speak volumes? Skim the tracklist, see if anything jumps out and sings without you even playing the disc.
What if I told you that you, now, hold in your grip a testament and record of a life you once lived?
I know. Mind blowing, isn’t it? Look closer at the name of the artist for a hint that it is you, eternal…
In this thought imperiment you have just Witnessed something I glimpsed on pure intuition in a higher state of consciousness. The download, as usual, was instantaneous but the integration of what it meant took a bit and then to be able to convey the awareness to the next mind in a way they’d comprehend came as I pushed the pen.
We all have one of these shelves in what could be termed a hall of records. I know, it sound super new age and all that type of mess and I, personally, would give it zero credit had I not felt it my Self. That is what makes the difference. Well, that and a point I don’t think anyone else has ever shared and what flipped my lid when I comprehended the depth of the message as it was so intricate as it repped a fractal of consciousness within which there was endless depth:
Your life, right now, is built of various cut and pasted bits from previous editions or versions of your Self. Samples, if you will:
Really let that sink in. Not just the words and text but feelings and images. You may wish to close your eyes for a moment and drift into a state of relaxation in order to see what kicks in the depths of your subconscious which may just take to to such a place or offer some real live hints that may be worth checking. Or you could continue on with no Fs given. Entirely your prerogative, my friend. In that respect your peeps and relations along with situations can be seen as riffs and things that were lifted from other incarnations and, in this, stitched to form the life you currently live. Mind blowing, isn’t it? Don’t mistake the premise for simple repetition though, my friend. Oh no. See, just like bones and skin there are countless options that may seem different but, on closer inspection, one spots the common thread:
You are the writer, singer and performer of each one of these records on the shelf and they all detail your adventures in the flesh in this realm. Contrary to what most past life regressions say not everyone was someone super rich and famous with mass influence as most live and died in lives that were spectacularly average and not worthy of mass attention. But, to them, they were special. They held on with a tight grip. Some fell overboard whilst others were cast out of the ship. A few clambered back in and told of their visions from beyond the realm but I suspect there isn’t anyone living on the planet at this moment that can kick lyrics like this so lets get back to it, yes?
The actors may change but the roles remain. Sometimes a child can become a parent, one you helped causes you stress in this realm and any such combination of the immense debts and credits that go on to create the performance. That part, alone, can be insanely liberating as well as the second bit where you comprehend consciousness is all there is and thus you interact with nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination. Here’s the problem:
You already have an OS etched inside your head. Its as invisible as water to a fish and thus whatever I’ve said will, at best, peel a few layers off the surface to one who doesn’t put the work in and do the Knowledge for themselves as you need to get back to a bare metal shell to comprehend the Game itself otherwise it all makes very little sense, in the end. Or, maybe I’m wrong for doing this whilst living and am breaking the immersion because its all on the table after death. I doubt it. That I really do. Maybe, once upon a when, that was the case with incarnation but this realm has been intensely corrupted and I’m obviously a man on a mission to undo their programming as I’ve lived through some crazy things that immensely upped my resonance and made me recollect what I’d been made to forget. The eternal collection of your greatest hits is one of those things.
Lets pretend we live in a world where children aren’t bludgeoned with the old way of doing things as stale Thunk is poured into fresh heads by parents who want to create clones of them. No, instead they’re taught to plumb the depths as they paint, dance and sing from within in classes they Self direct and do whatever they wish with the grown folks around for guidance and to learn a lesson from them who are new in the flesh. Imagine, at some point, we start asking them about the old lives they lived and other recollections of their different parents and such things. After a while they too would draw the conclusion of the eternal record collection and it would be as Self evident as it is to us the moon isn’t made of cheese. What it is, however, is a statistical anomaly that by all weights, measures and odd things really should not exist as its impossibly big, perfectly sized to generate an eclipse and has quite a strange spin that shows two faces, in alternation, but keeps a third well hidden. I wonder what that could mean? What if that was the key and we can’t see what is present, directly? Wouldn’t that be something or do I sound like a lunatic? Did you know that people like nurses, door staff and those in law enforcement attest that full moons tend to create beasts of men as they unleash the strangeness? Same with Halloween. What could it all mean? Oh, if only we weren’t content in ignorance and didn’t ignore the records of those civilizations that lived, previously and recollect scenes when said luminary didn’t exist…
Of course we, of high tech and such things, write them off as delusional ramblings of a bunch of primitives who thought that thunder and lightning was some deity in a cloud yelling at them to keep all the noise down before they’d get a whupping. And yet there are also petroglyphs, myths and hints that speak of a war in heaven after which the sky fell and things were never the same again. The odd thing is, when taking this into consideration, it explains quite well why modern man is such a mess as I know, first hand, that traumatic repression is as invisible as water to a fish when the event is intense and its only when it clicks that bit thats missing from the record is what makes you act like this with wanton Self destruction and all kinds of coping mechs that you breathe a sigh of relief thats intense.
Who knows? Maybe, once upon a when, the gnosis of the shelf was taken as standard and it remains, to this day, as the simple concept of reincarnation? Even that has its own implications as this real life example attests that will, most certainly, make you think. I will say this:
Looking at my own life and characters I spot remarkable links between this time in the flesh and previous spins as there are times where certain areas were excess whilst others were next to nil. Ones of ignorance and bliss plus eras of wisdom and suffering as one comprehends the shadows depth then wonders how the hell they got into this mess and how you can help the rest to ascend because something is obviously very wrong with this realm. And then there is now. Those who once knew me as friends instead conspired to leave me dead, it seems, and yet all they did was spark old recollections of obtuse trainings from these lives I’ve lived and that truly is quite a gift hence why I’ve said everyone should get acquainted with the present as this vertical axis spins only from the eternal moment and its constant in each life. As is the state I’ve termed the Witness.
The Witness is what listens to the voice in your head, its what observes from behind your eyes, its what becomes localized in your toes at night when you bang them on the way to take a whizz plus its what generates the seeming feeling of realness when dreaming. If these songs have an author his name would the Witness for he truly is the protagonist of such things as he is constant in all incarnations, states and phases. I strongly suspect this is the golden key of gnosis that allows one to ascend but before using it one must comprehend the true nature of this realm is built around appetite generation and fulfillment but, as previous spins attest, these lands are false duplicates of the genuine and thus chasing perfection is a fools errand.
I remember, real well, a conversation in Kemet on such things in which the topic of numbers was examined. We three would, often, pick a topic in which one argued one perspective, the other would find an opposite and the third would seek synthesis. What do you expect when there were no TV sets to be entertrained with? I was of the opinion that only one and zero truly exist. The rest are multiplications of this tenet and thus have no true agency themselves whereas this binary opposition where something is present or absent reflects a deeper aspect of life itself. Ironic, isn’t it, that I now use tech built on the same thing to get this message into your head. Maybe I was onto something. The other said:
“Nay, for that is too black and white. Simplistic. You miss the grey, the nuance, the subtle aspects” before waxing lyrical with his own perspective that was intensely detailed. Another of we three chimed in and said:
“What if you’re both wrong and correct?” and went on to outline the nature of fractions and decimals and how there is nothing but point nine, recurring, into the distance and, when flipped, one can be halved and halved again but never approach nothing as it recedes from his grip like the divine does from them minds of men who opine they’re wise via training but a child lives, without thinking, and thus manifests the truest gift we’re given.
This one conversation, rendered as a page in a text, came thundering to my awareness, back when, and I quickly drew the links with various other talks in this life I live and that got me pondering about the nature of many things and how its all interlinked as there are things I Know that are simply impossible to click as well as various things like the first time I saw a fractal something, deep down within, made me stop and pay attention as I Knew it was important. Same with a Yin/Yang pin on a hippies bag, back when, as it yelled “This simple glyph encodes the secrets of this realm” even though the one who was sporting it was nigh on ignorant of the true meaning as he just liked the vibe it presents. What if we were friends, back when, and in this life he bought me this message as a recollection as the record on his shelf contained his rendition of our text and that bit that was cut and pasted in to create the Journey in the flesh requiring this link so I could type this text and share it with the rest who will now have a framework to build within as me map the hitherto unexamined inner realms that are conspicuously absent from both the official narrative and sanctioned texts as well for none know how to access but this info was quite common, back when, hence the work of the Shaman and various women of medicine as old cultures all accepted that the fairer sex is, by nature of her gift, more connected to higher realms whereas a man must develop these talents as he is more tuned into the land which, again, is ironic because nature is a mother, yes?
A really simple way of looking into this is if you’ve ever heard the same sample, patch, synth or drum loop in another record. You may note the way the snare hits reminds you of this or it could be a melody they interpolated or a great number of things. The amusingly titled Amen Break is the king of this as its been used to fuel countless hits and thus it behooves one to spin their own Rolodex to see what kicks. Granted, not many listen with an ear that connects to their chest as they’re too busy bobbing their heads instead but those who Know the Ledge will comprehend this gift I’ve just beamed into their awareness as it makes so much about everything make way more sense and this is why I said, back when, that you’ve never met a stranger and, furthermore, you are the only Soul in this realm. For you the replaying of a bit of an old hit may hold intense significance but, for the other, it could be something they overheard on the radio when they were busy doing something else. And yet, they are based on the same energetics hence it is our own resonance which counts for everything and builds the world we live in and that, my friend, is why one must be totally disconnected to jet at the end of this trip and reconnect with the Prime as this place is a closed circuit into which we step and animate lives with the gift of our presence that are little more to waking dreams the diamond tip of your consciousness causes to sing as you dip into the valleys and grooves of the vinyl, etched, and bring to life the performance of a lifetime. Then do it again. And again. And again until, one day, you’re humming along to something and that vibration opens a recollection as images and sensations float in with their invitation to come and peruse the record shelf and what comes next may just make your head spin as the implications of this revelation means life never appears the same again as you simply cannot unawaken once gnosis kicks in… Can you hear the Psylense?
Like I said, there are levels to this and what I’ve shared in this glimpse is quite literally akin to a sketch on a napkin over a meal with friends as the vibes are flowing in nourishment but the real thing can only be seen within by those who too felt the inkling in their chest that what I’ve said may be correct as they too suspect similar things as it would explain, real well, their times and relationships plus various other blips like why you feel drawn to visit certain places for no apparent reason and how some cultures and things feel like a better fit than the one you were raised in. Well, now you have it, my friend. It also explains the instant spark of attraction or repulsion as well as the mind can be programmed to accept whatever the Game said but the Soul recollects as it directly connects to the shelf that houses your records. In previous times they were more than aware of this as suggested in the tale of the Shaman who selected marriage partners and such things as they ran the spiritual ecosystem of their village when man fell, as a collective, from the previous stage of being able to do it themselves. Then the Game dipped again and we gained external things like religion, politics and all types of symbols and images to which people do give their power in the hope of gaining salvation or a solution which can only ever come from within because, without you, none of this exists.
Recollect that lifes natural friction is what shapes your individuation and your antagonist is simply helping you become the ultimate protagonist in this incarnation by using elements from your own record shelf aka your past, present and future lives, intermingled or better known as the song of your Soul which is constantly unfolding as you choose your own adventure in the flesh by doing the Knowledge to gain gnosis from finer realms as there are no accidents, only opportunities, my friend. There is so much depth to this topic that I could go on for ages as the fractal unfolded such intense gnosis that it felt like my previous hits from mainlining the secret truth of the universe simply paled in comparison to this new octave of bliss but life truly is a musical performance and that makes perfect sense as we are born to dance and sing which, in this stage, is downgraded quick to walking and talking instead thanks to your local camp of concentration with its “Sit still, look ahead” programming which most accepted, without question, as they were trained to run the treadmill and listen to the (false) self in their head from now till the end without ever stopping to reflect how they can be it when they are obviously that which listens?
Transcend the small s and embrace your higher Self instead. Such is the key to a life worth living as its all about alignment as you are not only the writer but singer and star of the song of your Soul and me? I’m simply a figment of your imagination that is siting in the audience of your current performance holding up a banner to get your attention as I spotted you, out there, whilst I was on my own stage and felt a glimmer of recollection so dropped in to share this message. Let go, gain everything. You are way more powerful than you think and the truth of the matter is that without you, my friend, none of this exists. If that isn’t a mindblowing concept I don’t know what is. Peruse your record shelf, look at your life from this lens and tell me if it hits different as, for me, so much about plenty made way more sense as it truly is attachment that keeps us coming back in for just another spin but we could, if we wished, ascend, as this fake reality and all of its illusions simply has nothing on what it means to comprehend you’re a god in the flesh playing the Game of Souls on its most difficult level hence there are no opponents, only teachers instead and that, alone, can shift your resonance as you may have spent ages banging your head against the door of a relationship which is simply a cut and paste of an old record and now can choose to shift as you discover the door to a better resonance was always present and an option. Just one of the challenges you set to overcome and transcend by turning old anvils into fresh feathers instead as you liberate the true potential they rep as its all energy, in the end. Practical metaphysics is my thing and I’ve just given you the sketch. Now its up to you to animate it in a way that begets true freedom by applying it. Think different. I can only show you the way of the Path of Power. Its up to you to walk it…
Till we meet again
