You Are Wearing the Technology That Powers the Simulation

This was such a mind blowing revelation that, in retrospect, makes so much sense that I wondered “How the heck did I miss this?“. Thats the trick though, isn’t it? If it was simple to click everyone would discover it. Maybe that is why the brain fills in what it knows it doesn’t detect from the blind spot in your vision (as proven in this text) and that is akin to privilege escalation for those of hacking bent that like to peer beneath the lid and figure out what kicks and how they came to be in this realm, wearing flesh and read words sent from another mind to them via a black mirror in their grip which compresses time and space into a flat plane. You ever look at it like this? If not, why didn’t you? Now you done did is the view Self evident? Does it generate further questions that demand answering? Congratulations, my friend, you’ve just upped your res. This is how you change your mind and keep the difference. Consider it a tip.

Its so mind blowingly intelligent and totally simplistic as well. There is no “out there” without your Soul “in here” and that is what powers all of this as without you, nothing exists. If a tree falls without anyone to listen it sends out a vibration of potential which isn’t actualized, one bit. This is why the Warrior trusts not an atom as they make up everything but refers, instead, to his own energetics as what comes in, externally, as sound, smell, vision and the rest is actually one coherent wavelength within but they trained you to accept compartmentalization instead of coherence. This, for many, becomes the habit of a lifetime which brings the “know what you know and what you don’t isn’t” aspect in but its whats hidden in the shadows of the DKDK principle that is of interest. That is “what you don’t know you don’t know” if you’re wondering and that is where the magic, literally, happens. Lets back up a bit:

Consider a massively online multiplayer Game like GTA, for example. They render a whole fake world and then people are unleashed within to wreak havoc at their whim for entertainment. This is a very basic approximation of reality which works on the same principle but the mode is different. Whilst your computer terminal provides the access and link and does a lot of the heavy lifting its the main server that brings its all together, yes? In the flesh we find the type of processing that no silicon chip can emulate (yet) and outside of this we have a huge dataset of wavelengths that are selected from a tiny, tiny band of the EM spectrum. That is your reality, in a nutshell. Madmen, poets and mystics dwell at the edge. The latter swims, the mid dips his toe in and the former was dunked, back when, and has been, since, drowning. They, to “assist”, throw him loads of pills and depot injections in the rear end for daring to step outside the codes parameters of what is accepted and possible. What makes the Warrior different is he comprehends the flesh doesn’t generate consciousness, only modulates it, ergo where he swims is nothing but another aspect of Self which is why Gnosis went the way of dragon. That is an interesting tangent, isn’t it? Note the difference of how the East venerates them, the West has legends of people killing them and most think the concept is ridiculous as the delusional rantings of cultures, primitive, that saw lightning and attached a myth about a massive flying serpent that needed appeasement. And yet, Game of Thrones was a huge success. The first step to wisdom, my friend, is being able to admit your ignorance ergo, like Jon Snow, I Know I don’t know a thing and this brings a space for development which generates the resurrection of Inner Sense and the feelings of wonder it brings hence why I, daily, pump these thoughts to the web but they are only tiny aspect which is akin to me wheeling a fine automobile and leaving tyre marks on the street as I screech away to play, happily. The rest of y’all have the same tech but cut a hole in the deck and are busy Flintstoning instead. Why? Because Simon Says that is how it is.

So, imagine playing a Game but the controller was in your head, you lived the characters script and were wearing the tech to power this in a realm with people equally ignorant that its all a simulation and you’ll have an accurate view of reality as it is hence why so many wise men, from now to back when, have said its a convincing illusion but a trick, nonetheless. You can very easily prove my hypothesis when the tech malfunctions as in the case of a schizophrenic who starts envisioning things the others didn’t. What if he imagines a pet and, all of sudden, everyone else sees it as well? How in the heck could you tell what was a figment of his personal delusion or a collective hallucination then? You couldn’t. People would think it as solid and real as the next as his awareness is overpowering them. This is demonstrated, well, in the whole cult leader thing as well as the color of the dress argument which proves reality is truly what you can get away with. Seen through this lens one cannot help but shake their head and grin at the sheer ludicrosity most Souls invest in. Then tears are shed for the rivers of blood that run red after hearing a cheery “Death to the infidels!” as each side is convinced the one true god rides with them. The irony is, they’re correct. Just not as they suspect because if the flesh doesn’t create consciousness and only modulates it it must spring from some place else beyond this dimension and the next step of extrapolation is that the Source must be eternal and undifferentiated which is akin to a huge fire lighting the wick of a candle. How many would invest in what drips and melts? Its form and function whilst they stress to live as the other sits back, with a grin, and comprehends he is the unfinite expressed via limits for some, currently, unknown reason. That, my friend, is the Game. You can either play to lose by doing what Simon Says or you can flip the script and win your freedom at the end otherwise the Be Kind, Rewind effect kicks in and you’re stuck with the baby brain again… Are you not entertrained? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend.

A lady scientist had a stroke which was a pretty handy thing as she was a trained neurologist and got to see, up close and personal, how the tech does its thing. Click the link to see her vid and I recommend her book as well as it simply confirmed my own res as being correct. That and countless conversations with folks who dwell on the fringe including many schizophrenics who never hallucinated me as someone else and thus, way back when, it appears I was born to crack the code to the Matrix as I strongly suspect modern mad men are simply misfiring mystics instead. The fact they could be tripping out, yelling at something invisible as, all around them, peoples faces are shifting to celebs, folks long dead and other strangers they’ve never met but I would always be me, one hundred percent, was something of immense interest to both me and them because, as you can imagine, it meant I repped something solid in a world ever changing. Many fascinating convos did kick as I encouraged them to laterally think and reality test so the question is did watching drowning mad men teach me how to swim or is there some retrocausality effect kicking in? I do believe my frequent NDEs have more than a little bit to do with this as well as the lives I’ve lived which, much like a record, are still going on, this sec, because if the diamond tip skips to a new track and you hear em sing that doesn’t mean the old tunes have vanished, eh? The fourth dimension is made up of vinyl that but thats a deeper topic.

In many ways its quite difficult to see the illusion from within ergo one must transcend what they accept as fact and dare to tread on the Path of imagination instead for it is from it that everything springs. This is why, I suspect, writers of science fiction were so accurate, back when, at describing the world we’re busy building. The interesting thing is they had the foresight to comprehend the potential detriment that comes from mans ever increasing quest for convenience. I mean, consider how, these days, you can get all sorts of foods out of season at prices that were totally unimaginable, back when. Shakespeare made me suspicious with his vivid description of an orange at a time when this was mainly seen (and tasted) on the continent. This is akin to to a man in Nineteen Oh Four sketching the rudiments of an iPhone, internet and global communication in great detail then dreaming up the tech that would make it kick. Except, that actually happened. Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend, just as art is a lie which tells truth via tricks. I guess that is why its so hard for so many to escape the Matrix as the first step is accepting you’re within a creation which may just be a duplicate of the real thing. A lot think this very concept is preposterous and many railed against my mindset that the brain doesn’t create consciousness, it simply modulates it. “In the end, beginning and during we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Not the story in your head, definitely not the flesh or anything else you currently accept as your all of everything”. I guess they were scared by the implications and how this contradicts so much accepted wisdom but, to me, a lot of these things are paper thin. Like the whole search for elementary particles which is akin to taking a marble, smashing it to bits, then crunching further still and marveling at the fragments as you label them that and this. The question is, would the squiggle of ink truly exist without the glass it is encased in? Better yet, if the glass was clear with no tint or glint what makes it differ from the rest? Can two of them manifest an identical pattern or is this a hint because twins may possess the same strands, weaving, and yet they are not identical. They certainly do some curious things though. Like crossing their arms and legs in the same instance with no prompting which is what screamed to me that one signal was being decoded by two radio sets that were built to the same spec to decode the wavelength but each, in turn, provided its own tint or equalization which changed the song they sing.

Have you ever noticed that long term couples seem to blend their features into a homogenized version of them, back when? Same with pets looking like owners. Just another curious blip as is dogs that can detect their master is coming and get excited in prep even though there is no obvious cue or clue that man can detect. Cats stare at things that, to us, are invisible and yet, in Kemet, they were worshipped for the wisdom to perceive beyond this realm. That as well as their more practical aspects as everything served a purpose and nothing was wasted. Consider that to us and whichever genius thought up landfills and you’ll see we are a fallen people that swim in filthy seas of ignorance then mistake them for wisdom as most never stop to consider the alternative. And yet, now and then, some people fall through a crack in the Matrix and occasionally, they come back from this Hero’s Quest quite different to what they left and share a message with the rest. Is this akin to a man who lived on a piece of paper, in Flatland, tumbling onto the desk where he sees a kid, sketching, and creating this imaginary realm for his art project which blows his mind to shreds as he takes in an extra dimension and the implications this brings. He comes back and tells them about a sphere. They think circle instead as that is all that swells within their frame of reference. If he were to push it, somehow, into this place where they dwell it would expand and shrink but only reveal fragments that were way beyond their ken to comprehend as they were quite content to believe the tiny piece of the EM spectrum they decoded was the all of everything. I, on the flip, have no limits in my head because I get this entire dimension, without me, wouldn’t exist and, taking this to the next logical step, you are all figments of my imagination which means there are no strangers or enemies, only friends who come and teach for I am my physics and metaphysics as well ergo, each day, I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the picture perfect sculpture within which I’ve termed Inner Sense.

Till we meet again

What “Everything Is Energy” Really Means

“Energy” this and “energy” that. A lot of people talk that yap but if you ask, point blank, what it actually means at its rudimentary they’ll hit you with a blank stare because, surprise, there is nothing there. That is actually way more accurate than most suspect hence why you should never trust an atom but thats another topic. What I mean is that words are thoughts held hostage and most people have been accosted by anothers process and thus there are more that enough living in ignorance repeating, verbatim, someone elses verbiage. And thats just one spell! “Energy” this and “energy” that. Allow me to introduce a twist:

innerG.

Boom! There it is. In one instant you can already tell where to glimpse, the direction of orientation as well as the nature of Prime cause and obstacle. If you can’t, yet, then up your res as I promise that will help. Where is your god? Within. Same place as your Devil, friends, dimension and everything else because the greatest trick this realm ever pulled was sucking you down into the structure of an atom and making it seem immense when, in reality, its a figment of your imagination… Marinate on that one, the secret blend of herbs and spices is intense, I tells! Listen:

Without you, nothing exists. That means everyone living on the planet, at the moment, dwells within your awareness and each of us are digging our own reality tunnel ergo there is only ever one Soul on the planet and we never, ever truly link in the way most think and accept. This is something that will become Self evident once tech does its thing and people imperience what real sex is and not mere genital gratification. Imagine you have someone for whom you’ve caught feels and they reveal their Souls depth and, in that very instance, you step in and join them in resonance in the present. Thats a non dual perspective, in full effective. Not hitting it whilst looking in the mirror flexing thinking “I can’t wait to tell my friends about this lick!”. This is also why, back when, there was such thing as sacred prostitution in which they’d take the damaged and wounded men and do something like what I said as a terms of physical regress to undo the bad effects of whatever in the past made them a mess. Of course there was a whole money making side to it as well as they had to get the new man made religion clicking ergo the bank, brothel and bar were side by side and, often, in the same building but thats another reference. Why did I share this? Thats energy in motion or, as you know it, emotion. It moves. Consciousness is still. They’re like Yan and Ying as both spring from the same thing – the Psylense – but have their own resonance. Same reason why intuition is feminine and masculine is daring instead. Just ask Jack and Jill. Hopefully by now you’ve started to up your res but lets further Know the Ledge:

Lets pretend that, back when, your folks were slightly less ignorant and they said:

“Listen, we know you don’t like counting and think maths is for divs but its kind of important so what I want you to do is let rip with your wonderful imagination and pretend you’re shooting laser beams of pure numerical intelligence from your eyes into the food you’re about to eat until its filled to the brim with that one, two, three wisdom”.

You, being young and impressionable, listened and did what came effortless. What do you think would happen next? Yep, you guessed it. The brain would correct itself and shift your resonance. Compare that to what most folks did as they either threatened punishment or whipped you like you owed them rent and you’ll see why I said slightly less ignorant. Not a diss, just a fact. That is energy, in full effect. Intent underpins everything hence the Observer Effect but its what you step in with that shows what you decode like those old Magic Eye pics as some people can see em and others just stand and squint then miss whats right in front of them. Life is a bit like a Choose Your Own Adventure book in that respect, except each and everyone one who steps animates as their own res meaning if you were me, currently, you may just be pushing the pen but it wouldn’t sound anything like this as its my essence animating this script and my Soul that throws in the adlibs. Thats energy. What I mean by that is the strange feeling when you meet someone and, in an instant, feel a resonance that says “Good” or “Bad, bad, bad” and that is because you knew them, back when, or in a life you haven’t lived yet. No spacetime in the mind, my friend and the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl ergo just because you’re listening to song three on side A doesn’t mean the other two simply vanished or the the rest of the LP isn’t finished. Thats energy.

You’ll notice I haven’t given you definitions but examples for you to fill out and examine with your sentience. Thats energy.

Some will spot how I don’t expect you to accept but request instead to prove me incorrect as you do the Knowledge. Thats energy.

A few will have traced back the resonance I present to their awareness by questioning “When else have I felt like this?” as they respond to my presence then dig. Thats energy.

What “Everything is energy” really means is that there is one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything ergo its all interlinked but who hears the best backing band in the universe that sings in every single greatest hit that ever was, is and will be? Thats the Psylense or pure consciousness. That is what folks term god and seek in the temple or such things when, in reality, its their innate resonance. Ignorance of this and, worse still, believing they’re the voice in their head is what is most accurately termed the Devil. Have you ever wondered why the friend you call best is just this? Go and speak to someone who detests them and see how they rattle off a completely different list of features that define their presence. Thats energy and proves the reality tunnel, yes? Now and then I watch spiritual youtubes just to see what folks think and then shake my head as I said “People actually buy what they’re shoveling?“. I guess yes because lies, saccharine, top the bill whereas truths, inconvenient are hid because we live in times of universal deception where everything has been flipped and even the language I’m using is as wicked as it gets as its set in direct opposition to what it says. Consider the spell “I know”. It simultaneously says to your subconscious to disavow what your vision presents, that you are aware of this and that you also reject it. I won’t even get into the deft inversion of the two phrases used most in intimate relationships and how they’re the secret cause of most problems because they ain’t as its you who uses such things without checking the reference but then I was one of them jits that used to rip the plastic off the tape, stick in the deck and zone out as as I read the credits… If you Know, you’ll get it. We were built different, back when.

These daze we’ve got headgear spirituals who buy pre fabricated concepts off the shelf in their retail emporium of mindsets so if you give em a rod of gnosis they’d be up the creek without a paddle hence “energy” that and “energy” this. Thats why I keep a trident in hand so you go, grab your net, wade in and swim with the sharks of ignorance and bring home something fresh. Let me share something I caught that’ll make you think:

There are only two states in this realm and, at every moment, your point of origin is either resonant with one or the next. Ready? Expansion or contraction. Folding in or opening. Bloom or bust, ya dig? Thats it. Now, heres the funny bit. The mind is so good at playing tricks that you can be a straight up shrinking violet wallflower that hasn’t been watered since it stepped in but the opponent in your head is saying:

“Yeah! Sigma male grindset! I could get any one of the skets, any time I wished. I’m too busy with my plans to make it big” and so on goes the fib when, in reality, they’re living in a basement, watching endless youtube things and commenting in the echo chambers of Reddit with others huffing hopium like them. Funnily enough the other end, who are often young and attractive, are doing the same thing but in another octave because the ones who truly animate a life worth living don’t take a billion pictures to edit together a false image for your likes and attention. They’re all liars. Many are so used to the fakeness that the really real makes them feel something quite intense as they yell “Death to the infidel!” but, every now and then, you bump heads with one who lets the mask slip and says:

“What the F is wrong with me? I’m young, rich, attractive and I still feel… I don’t even know what to call it“.

Thats energy. Learning how to navigate your inner realms without a map or point of reference can be super intense hence why people are used to faking and fronting instead but, I guarantee you, you could give me an hour or two with the biggest social media star on the planet and I’d rearrange her consciousness in a way that may make her drop everything and pick a totally different option of which she was totally ignorant and whilst the rest are wondering where she fell off the planet the lady, herself, would be having the time of her life blossoming in realness. Thats energy. Let me give you an example:

Imagine you were a flame, eternal, and you found a candle so shared your gift. Lets pretend it has sentience and it can pick one of two options. Either it looks at the wax that drips and starts stressing that one day it’ll all end and how so and sos wick is more intense and the other one is a brighter color and ooh, would you look at this… Or it turns that nascent sentience within and thinks:

“Hmm, this apparatus is conducting this illumination and its presence obviously tires it ergo either its killing it to live or something else is happening that I, currently, don’t comprehend”.

Lets pretend it keeps at this and wonders who shaped the wick, the wax and why the structure seems so perfect to host the illumination and, one day, it clicks that there is a flame, eternal, of which it is, was and always will be a bit and this moment of individuation is akin to an immense Game of Hide and Seek which allowed them to wander into the dark, pretend ignorance and live out a script that most readily accept without stopping to think how ridiculous it all is. That is energy in motion and this is why children make a commotion and want to peer in everything, accept nothing another said and thus must be forced to sit still and look ahead as the school drives a wedge in between them and their parents affect. Thats the misdirection of energy and its the same thing done by religion, relationships and the rest. A martial arts legend once told his whizz that he wasn’t here to live up to her expectations and she wasn’t the flip. Basically he was saying that lets not project but accept and keep it all the way a hundred as we walk side by side in the flesh. See what I mean about interacting with illusions? The man in question was obviously up on Game to have said such a thing as most fights and conflicts are based on emotional blackmail and that “This bish!” that pops in every mans head when he knows what she meant when she asked if he wants to go and visit her parents when all he wished was to chill and do absolutely nothing on the two days off that he gets. Imagine if we were honest?

“Listen, you may have sprung from them and I dig your resonance but, for some reason, I just can’t get on with them and, lets be frank, they both think you could’ve done better than a wild jit from the bricks but you and I know its that thug passion that gets you wet so what we’ll do is this:

I’ll drive you there, spend at least an hour and thirty minutes kicking it with them whilst being as fake as I can handle as I drop loads of cryptic hints that’ll secretly make you grin (but fly over their heads) as they drone on about what they wish then I’m gonna head back to the crib, enjoy the silence and then, when they bring you back, invite them in and I’ll play top chef and whip up some extra spicy dishes which I bet will have them gone within an hour and thirty minutes otherwise, next spin, I’ll extend my stay to double and be triple charming, if I don’t win. Cool?”.

See how real and playful that is? Thats energy, in its natural element. Instead we meet fakeness with fakeness as thats is what people expect. No wonder folks are stressed. The energy for a better world is out there now but it needs someone to channel it but we’ve been trained, real well, to accept a counterfeit that makes most miserable. Point this out and they’ll deny but if you really sit and pick at the bits that make no sense you can unveil a philosopher from the ignorant. The question of if they keep at the habit or fold back in is on them, in the end. This is why I said the answer to “Why doesn’t god do something?” is “Why don’t you?”. Its all about resonance. That is energy, in full effect. Are you hearing me on FM? The obligation of wearing flesh is so immense that the shadows depth, when glimpsed, is why men flip their lids, mystics learn to swim and poets get to waxing as they watch from a distance whilst the regular man sits in a cave with a VR plate on his face that says:

“What in the hell is he talking about? It makes no sense so lets strike it from the record, anyway, get a load of them pixels!“.

Have you ever pondered how a black mirror with some red, green and blue ink can bring you to arousal, tears, rage and pretty much anything? Thats energy. Ponder that simple thing and watch the truth reveal itself as its Self evident we’re within a simulation which delivers what people expects ergo there is a vested interested to keep the mushroom thesis in full effect which means kept in the dark and fed BS ergo totally ignorant they are the vehicle of illumination. That is akin to putting a cap on the candle that steals its essence instead whilst placing an LED on top instead and then sending them a bill. Thats the manipulation of the (false) self in your head. Let me lace you with a practical example:

You are in a room. It is covered in filth. You are also thirsty. In front of you there is a bottle of bleach and another containing refreshment. The rest should be Self evident, yes? Thats energy. You are the one that puts things into action with your intent and such things but, wait a minute, what if some trickster had stepped in and switched the labels? What then? Well, you’d open and tentatively sniff, maybe even take a little sip and let your senses kick. Thats intelligence. Plenty of people drinking bleach and trying to clean the dirty with a carbonated beverage. Point this out and they’ll say you’re going to Hell for defying their tradition. Whats in your bundle? Have you checked or are you content with the inherited ignorance that has you cheffing, incorrect?

innerG is the state which is active, inquisitive, living and only ever accessed in the present. It is Self regulating, intelligent and fully resonant so if you ever seen a so called yogini yell when they’ve been cut up on the M but, on the web, they’re super serene and totally chill then you too shall wonder how they can’t be aware they’re faking and selling a false thing due to the immense shift. And yet, people dig idols. Its wild, isn’t it? Thats why you need to get down to the bare metal and reject everything I said until you’ve reality tested for your Self and then created your own terms and conditions as you were born to lead and not follow anothers steps in a track thats already etched upon which many do and did tread to become generally miserable. What type of sense does that make? Nil. And yet, parents can’t wait to make their child just like them…

Till we meet again

Ballad of the Immortal Jellyfish

They build me up to tear me down, kill me dead to see if I can, once again, resurrect my Self. Thats the generation and destruction aspect, in full effect, ergo that means the preserver is the operator therefore the irrational constant they weave into a thread called one life to the next and now, at this very moment, I’m sitting front row watching a slowed down version of the Be Kind, Rewind effect in which I get to check the pedigree of my lineage. Sounds like torture, doesn’t it? Most people live and die with no gnosis of the tele/microscope but the paranoid schizophrenic gets caught up in the mix hence people think he’s flipped his lid when, in reality, he simply sees what the others miss as they’re too busy running the treadmill. I, in contradiction, appear to be swimming lengths from one point to the next with a little help from my friends. Heck, it feels like the only free will I possess is that of my reaction or response-ability, if you will. Every time part of me dies another does rise. In many ways it seems like I’m a beta tester for the latest version of the mental OS they’ll program into the next gen who is on a mission to bug fix and iron out the kinks as they upload one runtime to the next and see how I deal with it. Pretty wild, isn’t it?

If I do nothing they bring in the Agents. If I do something, I meet the same grift but from a different perspective as I wander the Mobius strip. No wonder schizos flip, eh? “Why do you persist?” they say, with teeth grit. “Because I choose to“. Except this is not a script in a motion pic. But it is. One I live. The taming of the shrew whilst riding a tiger with a dragon coming into view. You aren’t paranoid, my friend, if they really are plotting and scheming, yes? I guess thats the downside of being an immortal as they can’t kill you dead, but they sure as hell can and will invert and flip all of the axis in their grip to see how you handle it. Its like being born on a rollercoaster in a funfair of ignorance. At least the rest of you get to enjoy the thrill of queuing for a bit to ride an attraction as you yelp with friends at the thrill causing neurons to fire in sync and lay down tracks you’ll recollect with a fond grin. For me, the fun never ends and what this means, in the end, is you get so used to a million miles an hour, even when you’re resting, that you start to look around the park as its Self evident your sketch runs on tracks and such things. In order to keep it interesting they loosened the seatbelt at the top of a loop then accelerated round the segment so I fell into exactly where I left. And on it went. Someone, somewhere, is either laughing, taking intense notes or casually observing the reactions of their plaything. A pretty wild statement for a god in the flesh, yes? Thats what you get when you’re born in the jaws of the dragon with enforced enlightenment as the script in which you’ll die a thousand deaths and resurrect all that plus one. All in a singular incarnation! No wonder schizos flip, eh? Look for me, lost in the whirlwind as I sit in the midst of the cyclone and find my Self with a grin through each of these shifts.

Imagine you watched a movie of movies in the sense that someone took the footage of the first appearance of a megastar in the making then stitched together a coherent narrative using various segments they’d intersected along with a sprinkle of tech and flair of elegance which cumulated with the ascent of said principle to become what everyone knows and recognizes. All of the elements are familiar but the progression is new and unexpected which is mad ironic considering its made of old bits, rearranged. Nobody has done this yet, but they will, as its AI in a nutshell. Or, in other words, the lives I’m living. Can you imagine how it feels knowing you had a little interstellar spaceship in which to zip from one planet to the next as a vagabond Prince doing it all for kicks? Then contrast that with being a Shamans adept since you were crawling as you flash forward to a Turn Off, Tune Out, Drop In rebel that bucks the Systems silicon ingress to find emancipation from the digitally modulated consciousness in order to see how it feels to be just human. Suddenly, so much about a little bit makes way more sense, my friend. Build me, kill me, slaughter my innocence to see if I can resurrect my Inner Sense and then we do it all again. In this spin I feel like I’ve walked this realm for eons and this is prep for my exit and ascent. And it involves so many forces, some of which masquerade as people. I believe an old philosopher once said that not everything that walks in the flesh is human and he may just be correct…

I’m responsible for all of this though, without a trace of the ironic, and that is what is so comically tragic about the whole performance. I guess you’ll get it when you arrive. Or maybe not. If this is what it takes for an exodus then a lot of you better get used to wearing flesh and running the treadmill until you’ve filled your personal beach of ignorance with eternal grains of sand based on each spin. Thats a lot of living, eh? Think the fix might be in with the mindwipe effect or is it a merciful gift rather than flicking through lives and their recollections in the flesh like you surf Netflix? I’ll let you tell it. No wonder schizos flip, eh? Imagine being able to see the Game with pixel perfect precision in such a high resolution that it makes the latest tech look like a flickbook filled with scribbles, in comparison. See, the trick on the rollercoaster, or main challenge, if you will, is seeing if one can become a mirror in the sense that you reject nothing, accept everything and let go what leaves without a feeling of yearning. If that is what it takes to ascend from this realm then how many are willing to pay the bill? Fewer still will click that its exactly the state a baby presents in for those few moments of equilibrium in between the pains and pangs of regret that come with wearing the flesh again of which your Soul is not fully neuromotor cognizant nor is your unfinte awareness yet dipped to a suitable level of resonance plus you’re totally dependent on those who care give and their particular definition of said thing and methods of actualizing this. Whats in your bundle, my friend? When will you take the time to check it because even if what I’ve said is a mere though imperiment it brings an interesting state of consciousness to consider, yes? The hero with a thousand faces. None of them real until he grins when the authentic reveals itself as an energetic presence of resonance. And yet, some smile and are villains whilst many are crying within but project the opposite… Its a strange world, isn’t it?

Imagine you lived like a prime Kobe cow who was fed the best, kept at ease, without stress, regularly massaged and hand fed since stepping in? Heck, you even get a little coat for when its chilly and your living conditions are the best you can get. No numbers for you as a mere cattle like the rest. Oh no, you get a name and birth certificate which traces your heritage. Much time goes into creating the moniker as it must match the animals temperament for it will set the resonance for the rest. Even though life is a low stress as it gets for a modern mooing thing they get brushed and massaged to mellow out a bit. Stop and ponder this life then compare it to the fact that over half the planet live on less than five bucks a day. The math ain’t mathing, is it? Or maybe it is? Who am I to call it but a man riding a rollercoaster as he pushes the pen and sends his thoughts to the web? Better yet, if you could switch you life for that of the cattle, which one would you pick? Better yet, how about a bird? Or about half a century as the big fish of the ocean, a shark from greenland? How about topping the bill as an immortal jellyfish that, get this, is born, ages, hits the Be Kind, Rewind effect in the flesh and pops up looking mighty fresh. The gene spliced algotech from the previous two is what will be used to create Techno Sapiens with immensely increased lifespans in a bit, watch. Get it, watch? Heh!

Time is a strange thing, when you really think about it. Its why I said Jesus repped the Sun and zodiac which take us to the Aeons of Gnostic legend who guessed, correct, this realm is a simulation that, like the jellyfish groundhogs the motions with some slick camera tricks like a clock stuck between a tock and tick as its, technically, off the record. But then, the Forth Dimension is made of vinyl anyway and we’re all coals becoming diamonds so it makes a load of sense doesn’t it? Do animals have Souls? Karma and such things? If not, why do some live and die in force fed hells and the others get a luxury trip to the plate of a fat businessman quaffing an expensive red with friends as they decide how to carve up the planet to generate most dividends. Why am I sitting on a rollercoaster like some type of ghost on these killing fields as I push the pen and share my unique vision in times when people are rushing to become generic, super quick. I guess thats what they mean about being but not of this world, yes? Is that the ballad of the immortal jellyfish? If Wagyu cows could sing what refrain would lilt from their lips other than the “Moo!” we expect which, when flipped, reveals the cosmic Om which is why they were, back when, held in global reverence as the Sages clicked we’re in a simulation that is built on sound, vibration and resonance. What if this whole thing with Kobe is actually a secret ritual that encodes so much information within it that most miss the significance and true meaning of the symbolism as they’re functionally illiterate but believe they comprehend, real well. Its like a hen in the coop that turns to the rest and says there is something sketch about the whole presentation and the promise of a long vacation on an island of bliss with a fancy chicken to get it clicking. The rest prep a tinfoil turban for her head as they said “Don’t be so ridiculous!“.

But we know better, eh? Or do we?

Till we meet again

Your Mind Has a Gearbox

Your mind has a gearbox. By this I mean you can generate many different states of consciousness but there are two that are most interesting as one is standard equipment and the other is installed by the System. I’ll let you tell which one is controlling your existence as we progress but remember – There is always an option. In that respect life (and death) is nothing but a long negotiation in which you are either Victim or Opponent. Lets back up a step, I’ll tell you how I discovered it.

I hated school. Absolutely detested it and would often stare out of the window at nothing as I felt a sense of freedom identifying with the wind that flew like my imagination. Quite common, yes? I’m pretty sure everyone did this or something like it. Much like a sense of losing limits the being forced to sit still and rigid was transcended at its inception via this entirely natural mechanism. Its at this point a teacher would either slam his fist on the desk, kick out a table leg or yell my name across the class in order to break what resists the spell they were casting and demands your entire attention to absorb and regurgitate what they’re handing via standardized testing. This, again, I’m sure is quite common, yes? Thing is I’d map the differences between these two states of awareness and found the whole thing totally fascinating.

Were your margins filled with doodles of ink as the creative expression within that was being stifled via this institutionalized limitation found a way to sing and dance as opposed to sitting down and still? Mine were. I’d often start a new school book at both ends. One had what they were teaching and the other what I was saying and this was a huge object of chagrin for those teaching as I’d be filling their blank pages with my vision as opposed to what they mentioned. It didn’t matter to me though. I kept at it. Comicbook series that were penned on the fly as well as cascading images and various writing styles and countless other things like diagrams of inventions I would build or tech taken apart down to its components. There was a lot happening within and I can’t be sure if everyone else in the class felt it or if I was actually the public nuisance and private menace they labeled and often ejected from the premises for his outright challenges and unwillingness to acquiesce.

“How can I learn a thing from you when you don’t even have a clue without the teachers edition with the answers in?” I said. Not intending to diss, just making a statement in response to his question: “Why haven’t you learned anything?“. Needless to say he went beet red, started flapping and commanded me to exit stage left, which I did with happiness. “There goes the class clown, grinning” he said, after I left. “Well, the jokes on him because good marks bring a good job and your whole life is built on this so pay no attention to that idiot. Bette noir!” he added for a good measure. Turns out the yokes on him because in a couple of years I’d make in a day than what he did from a week of teaching and that ever present hatred became more loud and visceral. You know, I’d got it down to a fine art because so many times now I could get ejected just as I’d stepped in or, better yet, when still in the hallway waiting. To me it was perfect. It afforded me more time to research my inner realm.

After a while it became obvious that they weren’t checking to see if I’d stayed or left and thus I started to jet to the library instead. “Can’t say I’m skipping school if I haven’t left the premises” I chortled to myself as I read the topics I wished to know about and then introspected on the message to see if it seemed resonant.

These events were the seeds of the realization about the gearbox in my head but by no means the final incarnation that made it obvious. That would come from a computer game instead.

I’d be willing to bet that everyone knows that flow state feeling that comes from when you’re playing a title that is quite intricate, offers a nice challenge along with a skill ceiling and narrow band of perfection, yes? A lot of people hate this and prefer games that are “Press A to win” but some of us came up in an era when “Nintendo hard” needed more than a pause as you were liable to fling your controller across the room and scream “The computers cheating! Thats impossible”. It was in the opposite of these moments where my digital equivalent was dodging bullets like Neo in the Matrix that I realized the resonance between me staring out the window, back when, and imaging we and the sunshine were one thing and how it felt when meeting shadows doing their own thing. The exact same identical feeling. It was enough to stop me playing.

At first I tried chasing it. Observing it whilst still being the other version the school was trying to instill. “Not happening” I clicked because the former was effortless as the latter was directed. “It feels more diffuse. Like the difference between candy floss and a stick” I said to a friend on the pavement as we strolled back to freedom once outside the confines of the concentration camp wing of the System. “So what are you saying? Languid flossing is the way it is and threat of the stick is some kind of trick? Wait a sec, is that why they always hammer “Sit up straight, look ahead” as a way to make you rigid?” he replied after truly thinking. “Exactly, exactly” I said, getting excited. “OK, OK, OK, I’m with it” he added as he picked up the resonance and on went the rest of the conversation which would mark my first steps into the realms of metaphysics.

Now there was a framework. Better yet there was more than me reality testing so it would be interesting to see what happens as we compared notes from within our own personal imperience. Thing is, as I’d find, not many are truly cut out for this. The type of effort it takes can bring strain to many and he was, in the end, simply interested in becoming a better player of a game that was making everyone furious so he could claim bragging rights on the playground as he showed his mad skills. Now I knew what Bruce Lee meant when he said “Not the finger, the moon you idiot!” because you can lead someone anywhen and then watch as they die thirsting for what is right in front of them. Not to give in I asked everyone around me. No one had heard of it but a few musicians and drug addicts had gained a hint but found its presence most elusive.

Next time it happened at school and I was sitting I flicked to the back page of my book and drew this:

Over time I added this:

Then my imagination said “Check this”:

And unfolded visions, within, via my pineal. We are born with the eye of Inner Sense fully open at the apex of our own pyramid of consciousness and this world, via its various limbs of the System, shuts it down to gain its own form of influence and control in the darkness it instilled via the second nature state of Adulteration most don’t question. Anyone who has taken a hallucinogenic, had really great sex, competed in a sport at their effortless zenith, danced after getting out of the way of themselves to a soundtrack that lifted their consciousness or pressed some buttons in a room filled with darkness as a proxy character on screen dodged obstacles with an effortless grace knows this state. They just don’t label it. Its almost like something, within, wishes to keep this gnosis hidden as its a threat to its domination. What is interesting, however, is what kicks when the Flow switch is tripped.

One becomes timeless in the sense that only the now exists. I call this resonance being Centered in Self and once you comprehend that the gold you hold in the mid is pimped by the teams, blue and red, that make up everything from street gangs to politics as well as the fields of pugilism and corporate branding a lot about a bit makes way more sense… I guess thats why they want it hid as an aware populace is much harder to trick ergo whenever I’ve said that the Game of Souls has you, my friend, I’ve meant that on so many levels of consciousness that its akin to transcending a Matrix to find it nested within another simulation that, itself, is part of a construction as well.

The wildest thing is that none of it exists without your attention which is why everyone begs for it but, soon enough, when the children of the cloud do step in there will be but one mind between them. But, as the text attests, there will always be proto-hackers in their midst that will find clever ways to bypass the low level tech, implanted, that offers silicon wings of false bliss inside a mildly hallucinogenic trip they’ll call “Being human”.

Till we meet again

Why Your Family Hates You

The things about the chosen (who choose themselves) is the Game knows this before you step in. On each spin its different. Till it isn’t. Thats a deeper topic but because we only interact with figments of our imagination (and thus, there is only ever one Soul in this realm) you must comprehend that this life is simply one of a sequence. Man flits from one to the next without true comprehension of what kicks as he’s too busy caught up in the mix. On the flip, we have he Monarch butterfly who starts out making a trip it will never end, and yet, its children seem to step in with a pre-programmed GPS. Imagine, if you will, that some humans too were capable of doing this? How long do you think it would take to proclaim the divine right of kings, intermarry among themselves and watch strange things happen to their chins? In another link we have the average rodent who I spoke of this this article and how trauma based mind control can also influence the next gen. Spotting a link?

The Warrior needs to comprehend through a far greater lens than the pleb who is simply content to get ahead and run the treadmill. We intend to get aheart and thus leave this realm at the end of this spin. Let the dead bury the dead, yes? One important thing is the whole “Only one Soul present” aspect as it needs a bit of explaining:

If you show ten people one man they can draw up to the same amount of conclusions. That is an immense hint that whilst we may all appear to be present each and every one of is decoding (and thus re-presenting) our own resonance which is then encoded in a way, invisible. You see this manifest all the time with couples having the “But I thought you said…” argument. This type of emotional chafing is grist for the mill, and yet, many in the situation are addicted to it (no matter how much they protest) and would never dream of ending it. Quite telling, yes? Such is the weight of living the life, unexamined, in near total ignorance of what is beyond what was programmed in, back when, and enforced via regularly scheduled programming. I would like you to imagine this:

There is a huge online multiplayer Game in which people can do some pretty fantastic things. It works using the latest VR holotech and, whilst plugged in, you are the character with their script, intent, whims and wishes on tap in this make believe realm. Time is dilated, much like dreams, so you can be connected for a second and have it feel like a few hours instead. Its all relative. Just like the fam that detest. Lets pretend that a very clever crew of hackers decide, via stealthy privilege escalation and various backdoor tricks, to circumvent the security system and, within a few gens, the Game as it was is unrecognizable. Gone are the actualized dreams of flying on wings as you float across the surface of this make believe realm. No, thats now been grounded and he was plugged in now, instead, plays computer simulations, pretend, that offer a decent alternative as he attempts to stave off death and taxes with laments. Sound familiar? Now, due to the way they pimped things it was presented in ways that people actually wanted to implement the shift and the number one rule of the simulation is “What the people hold true it will bring into view” ergo they got their wish. Doesn’t matter what the fresh connects intend because, one way or another, they get plugged in to the same that holds the older playas in grip. Lets say, into this, you send a crack team of commandos with the singular intent to arouse the collective to the true scope of whats happening. What do you think kicks? Thats right, they are born into a family in which all of their nearest and dearest do their best to waylay them and if that doesn’t work then its other types of wickedness.

Tell me, my friend, did you feel something subtle, long dimmed, start glowing within at this validation of what you suspected, deflected and were, quite possibly, scared to admit? Fear not – although one thing I have noticed with all schizophrenics is a fractured relationship with one or both parents as well as bouts of trauma as well – its not you, its them. Who are you, in the end as you deal with figments of your imagination. Comprehending this is the difference between a padded cell and becoming a mystic who transcends this Matrix. I’m not religious but A) I like the cut of his jib and B) a lot of the things the historical Jesus did and said are straight from the Warriors mindset. What he described as “Spiritual wickedness, placed well” and the whole principalities thing is a force that extends from the Fifth Dimension to make beasts of men. We, like fish, swim through the Fourth and are ignorant of its presence as they are of the water that surrounds them. Me? I see it as I was ripped from the tank due to my near death experience and thus things are quite different from my perception as I’ve seen what I’ve said, first hand, and so much about a little started to make way more sense. That is why I termed this the willhelpme project as you are another aspect, projected, ergo one increasing their resonance (and resolution) bodes well for the rest. Well, except those who oppress.

Remember in the Matrix how the Agent could take over any of the plebs in their quest to dead the Chosen? Well, in day to day, this same thing is responsible for the “I don’t know what came over me” or “She’s like a totally different person!“. Once again, self imposed casualties of a lack of gnosis or, if you will, human glove puppets. One thing you should note is that if you manage to escape the grip of your fam you may discover said Agents were always within your friend circle as well as relationships. Many a good man is dead because he didn’t suspect the wickedness in the chest of his woman and the spells she was casting over his bed. This is why, traditionally, the sages tended not to get wed, lived at a distance and renounced all ties with the ones who bought them in. I’m simply saying the quiet part loud for the new generation as the next step in the sim is Techno Sapiens which will hand deliver a hell that seems heaven sent hence why I’ve said that between now and Thirty Three expect some Game changing, immense. The world will become insufferable for the plebs and they’ll reach for one plane of the cube (as repped by the black mirror effect) as they get to sexing their semi synthetic life companions made of silicon and then its a wrap. Thats the next stage of the Game. Thats what I died and came back to warn you against because, for frogs in a kitchen that refuse to stretch their legs, its nigh on inevitable.

Recollect, someone hacked this realm to make it like this. They are the same at the helm that chirp “Safe and effective” as the fat of the land are waddling after being persuaded to buy chemically assisted concoctions from the supermarket shelves that rendered them such a mess before filling them full of pills (complete with side effects) and ensuring they’re scared to death in the face of ever increasing threats, regs and distractions. That last may seem different but its just poison wrapped in sugar pills instead of the opposite. Point this out to a Slave, plugged in, and they’ll check your head for a tinfoil turban. Not that you should trust my words. Far from it. I ask you to reality test and see if that voice in your head doth protest because when it does you’ve found the best hiding place in this realm and then can guess what comes next as its time for conquest of your ignorance aka doing the Knowledge.

There are so many double binds, triple crosses and causes for quadsternation that the reason why the schizo flips makes perfect sense when you’ve seen the fingerprints of the hand, invisible, that constantly suppresses all who manifest into this realm and its even more cogent when it clicks they came in with a message and mission to uplift the rest hence no due process for them. Just a Game of “Simon Says you’re a madman!” as they fill him with pills. Really ponder this, my friend, as a murderer can get caught with hands red and still must be fairly repped and measured before being locked in the bing or, at best, called a lunatic. A nutter, on the flip, can simply say he suspects the voice in his head isn’t him and face a life of persecution with no avenue for appeal or grounds for restitution. I, personally, am very lucky in the sense that a few madmen (who said naught to their family during visitation) confided me with truths they felt were Self evident about their predicament and what kicks to make the world like this. This was much to the chagrin of their so called “medical professional” as I wouldn’t spill what they shared in case they upped their meds and, besides, he told me, not them. Now, decades later, those seeds helped germinate this garden of gnosis which is an oasis of higher awareness hence why I can push the pen and lace the next gen as there are many who don’t get why they’re the sheep, painted black, by those whose claws are red and yet they present, to this realm, a totally different face so well…

There’s rules to the revelations, my friend. And levels as well hence an ancient quote I read, back when, that said:

“Not all who walk in the flesh are truly human“.

Makes you wonder, eh?

Till we meet again

Feeling What Others Can’t

We, the people, are precisely this because we decode a similar wavelength. Breaking it down even further, into its components, we class those of the same ilk as they too were trained to dig, dig, dig the same reality tunnel as their parents. Oddly, we tend to tolerate great variance better than small shifts as this often brings the type of skirmish which ensures the rivers run red. Heck, even within paradigms the most obtuse and, ultimately, pointless things can become such huge bones of contention that the bigger pic vanishes and songs of praise to the same thing are replaced with “Death to the infidels”. Its a strange thing, being human. That much is for certain. I mean, I still haven’t gotten over (nor fully accept) the premise that I’m wearing flesh and walking around on a planet that floats in the abyss as it chases a fireball into the distance. Thats such a wild thing. I mean, lets pretend an alien from a place with extra dimensions popped into your head and said:

“Say there, Earth dweller, whats the sketch from the basics in your realm?”.

And you replied with the above premise. Doesn’t it seem just a tiny bit ridiculous? And yet, people accept and build the rest upon this. Feeling what others can’t is akin to being raised in a complex in which everyone is blind, since they stepped in, but convinced they see, super well. For some strange reason they omit all of the bumps and bruises that kick and have built a society that is somewhat functional but they do rage and yell over what has became their main thing:

The description of a sunset.

The rise, they all agree, is a most wonderful thing that then underpins their very concept of “light” even though its drawn in by the rest of their senses which pitch, that and this, to generate the concept. When it dips though, hoo! Then all hell breaks loose in this town of darkness as some say its a veil that gets in the way of something that, otherwise, never shifts whilst others scream and yell that the very planet is moving and thats what causes said effect. The former laugh and scoff at this idiots for their home, as they know, is super still and their senses do prove this ergo the curtain clique hold dominance and see the other side as a bunch of fringe lunatics. The title is quite interesting as they intuit and test for the presence of another type of luminance that has its own strange flows and ebbs. Some of the others are intrigued because they too can feel and, eventually, they learn to predict the motions of this thing which they believe is proof the veil itself is moving and the true source of illumination is constantly present.

Imagine, into this, a boy is born with perfect vision. How would he communicate to the rest what he so clearly sees?

Better yet, would they listen to him or claim he was simply ignorant or, worse still, desecrating their traditions and ways of being as well? Now take all of this and move it from seen to felt and you’ll have a pretty decent sketch of what made me push the pen. All around us there are things, invisible, that interface and interact with human beings. If that sounds strange then recollect all of this happens on a rock floating in the abyss that chases a fireball, into the distance. Its not that odd, is it? Better yet, I can prove their presence as one of the most common sensations in this realm is the one of something staring and you look, dead bang, at what it is only to be greeted with nothing. Pets detect, real well, hence your cat stops grooming to track these movements whilst your dog may growl and bark at the invisible being. And yet we, as humans, are people of the veil whilst those who think the Earth does spin and intuit a bigger pic are seen as fringe, at best.

Caught up in the maelstrom we have the common or garden schizophrenic whose testament, since incep, has been remarkably consistent. Would it help to shore up what I’ve said with a simple observation which may make your head ring with its implications? The so called mad men are the only in this realm who don’t fall for optical illusions. They simply do not work on them. Take this and extrapolate a bit and you’ll become one of the small percent on the other planet I mentioned who truly start to think and formulate the outline of another presence that was, hitherto, invisible. All of the greatest discoveries in this realm have came from women and men that could feel what others can’t. John Nash was a great example of this as this man was a walking paradox in the sense that he was aloof, distant and aggressive when it came to most relations, physical, and yet, within, he embraced numbers with a poets tenderness and leapt over seemingly unsolvable problems that dazzled all of his peers. Did you know he, often, arrived at the solution first and then worked backwards to make the math fit? This, to his peers, was either genius or madness as they simply couldn’t think like this but, for him, it was natural spec. Tesla too exhibited similar traits and is on record stating that a pigeon talked to him via bands of light, coherent, which, wouldn’t you know it, is exactly the same thing documented by Philip K Dick and the man who imagined the future in which we’re about to live spent absolutely ages sketching out his exegesis trying to make sense of what kicks.

In the parable of the other land into which stepped the boy who saw well these titans are the equivalent of ones with third eyes, in the mid, totally blazing and thus are so far beyond the paradigm that people dismiss a lot of what they said instead of stopping to ponder the sketch that they all present and what it says. And then you have the so called mad men who interact, directly, with what they intuited is playing with the minds and emotions of humans. I, personally, am fascinated with all of this as the implications are quite intense and this quote from a man that gained concepts in his dreams he used to write fictional works that went on to create an occult genesis as some magickians came to comprehend that they weren’t simply thoughts placed in text but actual, factual transmissions from noncorporeal beings, beyond the realm:

Read that back in and let it sink to your depths because its the equivalent of the blind men and the imaginative lunatics before the boy stepped in warring because on the fringe says:

“There are other luminaries out there, similar yet different, to the one we’ve termed “Moon”” as he goes on to detail what he feels about we see as Self evident. Feeling what others can’t is not really a nice thing. Just ask Van Gogh who, in his time, was seen as a talentless imbecile but when we developed the tech to catch up to his own sketch we noticed the perfect turbulence he wove into his pics… Now his works are priceless but yet people don’t hear what he said. He already gave you an ear, what else do you need to take heed? Maybe we aren’t supposed to stitch together the bigger pic as the implications would be devastating. Like the boy who sees with clear vis and listens to what both sides do kick then closes his eyes and unfolds the wings of imagination to see what they’re processing as he builds common links between their relative ignorance that will either make them listen to what he says or join hands to revile his presence. One day, exploring outside the village, he finds some buried tracts that were written in their own form of shorthand which looked remarkably like Sumerian for one could run their finger across it to decode the message that was as simple to impress as it was to express your perspective:

“I hope this finds you well, ye of clear vision. We know they do not comprehend and nor will they listen” starts the text. This was a secretive sect that Knew the Ledge as they’d developed some ways of means of igniting the eye in between that all possess but most never bothered to check. They went on to detail how there was a time in this realm that all saw, really well, and their vision went beyond the veil and what they’d seen was so very strange that it defied conventional explanations about who, what and how did create. Then the Game changed, the stage dipped and things began to shift. The texts continue “You are the first, the natural moment of genesis. The Alpha and Omega of what is coming, has been and always is. Man is trapped by his own ignorance and believing what another says for the comfort it brings for its better to be together and incorrect than alone, out on a shaky limb”. The boy, now a teen, is fascinated by what he reads as the pieces start to fit like a straight Tetris because with his mouth he makes a click and stumbles upon the concept of echolocation which he takes back to the people and creates a simple test:

He has ten men stand in front of an obstacle, hands them each a clay tablet with a reed and states they should write down what they “see” and then move, smoothly, from point A to B. Five are from the veil, the others are invested in the concept of rotation. Each accepts the challenge and begins to push the pen. None of them pass the test as they all ran into this old and gnarled chunk of tree that was placed, haphazardly, in a room he had purpose built with walls, a roof and floor, for said purpose. He then brings them back, one by one, and demonstrates the principle of clicking then listening to form a vision. Some stand still and vary their volume before writing. Others move, cautiously around the edge and a few keep their back to what is solid. He then takes them to point B and decrees “To A each, your Self, shall thee lead”. And they do this remarkably well. On the other end he hands the tablets back, at random, as they read each others views and find a remarkable concordance. And, just like that, they regain their true vision as their optics worked, perfect, but they’d learned to ignore them and the whole world is now quite different as they move from a time of darkness to one of illumination which is, I suspect, something that will also happen on this planet with the advent of human beings that are mildly remixed with machines interbred to train out the incorrect imperatives that made us accept ignorance as wisdom but there is an implication to this that I suspect others may miss:

What if these things, invisible, that others reject but are documented by madmen and mystics as being Self evident, are the same who are responsible for all the bloodshed and conflict? What then? Would a false heaven be a better bet than a real hell? Better yet, lets pretend that instead of developing the click language which allowed their innate skills, long suppressed, to finally blossom the guy in question on that planet, imagined, had actually found and trained animals then sold them as guidance whilst keeping his true vision hidden? The people who buy in would be super impressed with this gift that changes everything (whilst allowing them to remain identical) but, in the grand scheme of things, what have they truly gained?

I think about things like this, really quite often. Why? Because I feel what others can’t hence the golden child is he who kills all illusions, dead. If you listen closely you can hear three blind men who grasp a tree, wall and rope yelp as they feel their sacred symbol is under threat. How many do you think comprehend its actually an elephant?

Till we meet again

Apathy in the UK

In this thread there is a lot said but what you’re seeking is at the end so its a question of resonance as the rest outlines the sketch that makes the present make sense:

If what you’re doing doesn’t work. Choose better. “Choose what?” he said. Lets rewind, for a moment. The hypothetical reader in question is a card carrying, signed, sealed and delivered product of the System. He has never invested in any form of introspection. Everything that happens is a reaction from the depths that manifests on the surface. The epitome of a Click-Whirr existence. She gets angry online when she reads comments insensitive. So much so that she’ll then make it her mission to destroy said person by combing through their socials to find something ancient and bring it to the attention of those baying for blood like he is as they feel an immense sense of glee at tearing down another in order to feel better about themselves. “Miss! Miss! Look what he’s doing” says the wannabe teachers pet as he snitches on the rebel in training. Can you see the links? Its the exact same thing just manifesting with a difference but the underlying process is identical. What does that truly say about these people?

It wasn’t always like this. I remember the analog world. I also came up poor so the environment was often as rough as the words hence the stick and stones thing. They too were also present along with fists, bottles and various other weapons. Flies in buttermilk tend to stick out, yes? Sometimes, looking back, it feels like the reality of this timeline was flipped and it all shifted to a whole nother version of the planet. Kind of like the Matrix said but Self evident as people in the Eighties never acted like this so its obvious something is in effect… Would you rather see real hatred or fake niceness? That is the question.

You needed (and had thicker skin) to survive because things were nowhere as legislated, regulated and mandated about who did what, where, when and the feelings this brings. The net killed that with a quickness and thus we have a bunch of overgrown children with too much time on their hands, not enough real world connections and – usually – an immense sense of frustration that, surprise, surprise, can be traced back to their childhood. In that respect this acting out is a symptom of the Adulteration and the net normalized it with a quickness. Why? Because it plays right into the governments hands and creates a state of suppression and reliance upon it whilst also preventing anything which could be seen as dissent, critical thinking or, shock horror, an informed opinion. Problem, reaction, solution. Its a scam as old as the hills and its in full effect with all of this because each generation passes its stress onto the next.

Those of us who were around, back when, can tell the difference as its Self evident. Sure, crime rates were sky high, boredom was something you actively had to prevent and the presentation of entertainment was regulated and limited. No “on demand” or binge watching. Hell no, you’ll get it when its given and this counter-swing in the opposite direction is leading to a lot of neuronal frying and further fragmentation as a tool of alleged unification actually creates division and conflict. The new opiate of the masses. Identical to the old, in that respect, but far more addictive. Heck, they even tote the same symbols and imagery. What? You think its coincidence that Windows did its thing with XP leading the charge (“In this sign, conquer”) or the whole bitten apple thing? Come on, man. All the major players are on one team and any boundaries are entirely artificial as they all play their piece. Sure, each one wants to get ahead and be the best and will use the variables they have the best to make their intent manifest but the playbook is all scripted hence the recycling of concepts and why the true adept just looks on, from a distance. In the world but not of it and thus a bit more impartial and able to call it as it is and not what they’ve said.

Sometimes, the Emperor really is naked and the comments section of any place proves this well because you see loads of Adulterated children begging for attention and validation due to the need to be seen. Can’t get it one way? There is always another way to scream longer and louder then claim its a win. Isn’t that, after all, what passes for discussion on the web? Like I said, regression to an infantile status.

Add on top of this the version of you in the Eighties compared to one that has lived to the present moment wasn’t carrying anywhere near as much baggage from the handy, dandy threat of the ever present terrorists that always seem to attack with an oddly numerological precision that aims to instill the most fear and stress in the common people, living, and never do you see a direct assault on who they say is the problem. Traumatic mind control is the name of the Game. It really is and they play this card like a harp from hell as they stack the deck then deal from the bottom. The fix is in. To survive ensure you aren’t of, just in. Watch from a distance with no investment. This is what being Centered in Self brings as you have that forcefield around your awareness that is akin to being invincible.

That means you decide what gets in and thus don’t need to regulate everyone, everywhen to ensure nobody is offended. Just stop and think how stupid that mission is. Might as well send a differently abled, plus sized, cognitively divergent person of reduced stature to ice skate uphill. Then present them with an award and congratulate them for being so brave, so amazing, so special.

Back then it was well known that you can’t please all the people, all of the time so you just did what you did and let them handle themselves. Sometimes that would cause and argument and other times a straightener on the cobbles. To this day I’d be willing to bet there isn’t a man who hasn’t pushed the limit after quaffing a few beverages at their local and got biffed on the chin that didn’t have an immense moment of clarity in the following events as he sat and recollect the why, what, where and when of what happened. See, we used to recode our own internal OS based upon imperience because, nine out of ten, he won’t do that again as it creates a state of empathy in which one sees the reason for the reaction instead of legislating it out of sight and normalizing something that is quite crazy as the way to be.

In many ways, during my spin, I’ve noticed so many things have been inverted and it really is quite amusing. If it wasn’t so tragic. People had less, far less, but the tangible level of happiness you felt in their presence was immense. Just glad to be alive, in that respect. Nowadays when I speak to folks its obvious they’re anxious, stressed and distracted. They’re usually anywhere but in front of me. Another thing is how few people truly speak. The dimming of true connection is amazing, absolutely amazing. You can tell via the styles of conversation that happen in the flesh versus the equivalents, back when.

Now, is all of this rose tints? Yes, thats possible but I’d also be willing to put it to the test and those who lived it will attest. Its impossible to be subjective but I’m pretty certain they’d all agree with what I said about the overgrown baby trend as throwing tantrums for attention is what a two year old does best because of their inability to regulate their feelings. Its not just the net or the fault of the tech and social programming. That inherited trauma and radically shifted environment has a lot to do with it. What do I mean? Well, back when, foods were often locally sourced, fresh and in season. There were no out of town supermarkets offering deals, just small businesses. This created a sense of community, a real connection and various other factors I mentioned in a previous article. That is now gone and its a state of depersonalization because the person on the checkout doesn’t care less if you haven’t been in for your shopping as you’re just another face in the mix.

The small community aspect is vastly underrated and even though I’m not a huge proponent of religion this aspect of it is brilliant as its nice to be noticed and missed if you’re absent. Its very reassuring and that aspect of local resonance has been totally stripped away as we are now lonely together on the internet. Our minds are simply not equipped to deal with the tech. Its akin to giving a chimp an assault rifle. Sure it may look amusing but its an accident waiting to happen. Actually, it already did. We are living in that world now as everyone is brain damaged. Great for big business as well as the secret agendas which which are hatched under the table as the end result is total reliance on a centralized System so we can schlep toward a Type One civilization then drop the bomb and end up back in the Stone Age to do it all again. Welcome to the Game you’re playing by using your Soul as a credit. Pain is inevitable, suffering, however, is entirely optional and its all about your internal OS and how you respond to your Inner Sense via the vibrations it brings to your senses that then are traded for labels. Thats it, in a nutshell.

I could go on to state that aside from the food all being organic as standard as well as the communal links there was way less in the way of environmental toxins. That was with the kids eating lead paint chips and sniffing Magic Markers whilst they still had all of the noxious additives. We are drenched in so many types of endocrine disruptors these days as well as a myriad of electronic signals that they all create their own effects and shifts ones awareness. Its obvious. Everything is interconnected because, at its most basic, its all one thing (itself “no thing” that is everything). In that respect this dimension is like a string of pearls so if you move one the rest shift. It can be large or so small that its imperceptible but it can be detected, nonetheless.

What you’re doing doesn’t work. Choose better because all the current track will beget is immense worldwide conflict and this actually is just a reflect of the mess going on within that you dare not deal with. There will be more and more laws that will cause more and more stress until there is not just wars on every continent but people ripping each other to shreds on the pavements as the rivers of blood that were promised run red as you’re binge watching another series while being up to your eyes in distraction and totally numbed to the events as they just keep ratcheting up on the scale of intensity. In the background sits the team who rub their hands and grin as the multi-pronged approach is working perfect. Populations are on the decline, the strongest die whilst fighting and those that remain are often weaker specimens that need another to look out for them as they’re scared and stressed to death by a world gone insane and will willingly accept whatever reality they’re given from one who says they’ll protect them but is actually the chief architect of the conflict.

Once you can spot the fingerprints of the hidden hand it becomes obvious why the whole world hates the left and this links in well with why heart and earth are anagrammatic as neither are connected to modern man who lacks resonance with what really is important as the black cube controls his whims, directs his passions and tells him what to think, who to hate, when to stress and, most importantly, promises to amuse them to death if only they keep feeding it attention. Which they will. Not for nothing do the three main religions that are constantly beefing hold that same symbol sacred and have it woven into their narrative in ways both subtle and obvious so, in that respect, the race has been prepped to think resistance is futile as the blueprints have been etched and retraced for generations.

In, not of. That little space makes all the difference. After all it can shift “imperfection” to “I’m perfection”. Which one would you pick, if you had the option? And that doesn’t need any soft language or psych tricks because once you Know thy Self then it becomes obvious that all is unfolding as intended and that brings me back to myself at the present moment who is pondering whether the rebel without a pause mindset that motivates this from within is entirely wasting his time and skills by even typing this missive if it is all so scripted or is that exactly what I’m supposed to do, anywhen, ergo it is what it is? Who knows? Of one thing I’m certain, however, is that for evil to win all good men have to do is nothing and if it wasn’t for the little boy, back when, we’d still be convincing ourselves the Emperor isn’t naked.

The human race is rife with manipulation. Its pretty much the basis of everything and its how things get done and most people don’t realize they’re being pulled and pushed by some strings that pimp their feelings to move to the intent of anothers whims. Those who are of will never see this. Its impossible for them as they take those wishes and make them commands they manifest whereas those who are simply in, just visiting this realm and thus not so heavily invested, can click the nature of the skills that are being deployed as weapons that hide their bitterness under a seemingly sweet surface. Like the internet.

Before I jet, a prediction:

There will be civil wars raging on every continent and most of them will be fomented by agents mixed in to poke and prod at those suppressed feelings and then they’ll sit back and profit from the conflict that moves along the script, as intended. Problem, reaction, solution. A trick as old as the hills that is reused, without end, because it is so effective. Watch, print this out. Stick it to your fridge and when it happens maybe then it will click that what you’re doing isn’t working as you start to recode your internal OS by Knowing the Ledge and being willing to peer beneath the surface and thus increase your gnosis till that distance presents and you’re no longer of the Matrix as you’ve disconnected from its threads that render you as little more than a meat puppet.

Until then we’ll see apathy in the UK so when those handy, dandy “terrorists” bring the net to an end and you see people fiending for a hit of that dopamine click you’ll see how I predicted it because its all Self evident… Techno Sapiens, by one means or the next and it all starts with a Digital ID that says who goes where and when hence Twenty Minute cities, bans on people born after Oh Nine smoking ciggies and then you’ll need to keep that phone on deck for your access before its a hop, skip and jump to a chip in your head which is exactly why Siri spells iris when flipped and the apple is already bit. Do the Knowledge, my friend…

Till we meet again

Adapting to the Darkness to Seek Enlightenment

We, as a society are drawn toward the light because the dark inside hides the glow we’re truly seeking. Like moths called to an artificial flame that wasn’t in their blueprint we’re maladapted to the world due to these inventions and our own ignorance. Imagine you lived in this realm ten thousand years ago, can you even comprehend how immensely different it would feel? Better yet if I were to pick that version of you and this and ask them to switch both would say them same thing about their new environment:

“Its deafening“.

I’d be willing to bet it would be easier for you to become accustomed to back in the days than the flip because you were born into the noiZ that other can’t even imagine. In that respect we’re like frogs that were dunked into hells kitchen and have the water turned up in increments versus them who would dwell on the lilly pad in their element. See why it would be easier to switch back to what is innate, that state I call Inner Sense? In that flick you’d comprehend, real quick, exactly what, where, when, why and how of the System that imparts Adulteration is and then, bringing you back to the present, you’d wonder how the hell people can be some numb, dumb and disconnected? Worse still is if you tried to raise them from the slumber they’ll deny they’re within. Why? Because they haven’t balanced the equation, can’t see the relation between the outer chaos and the same within they pretend doesn’t exist.

As a collective we’re starting to realize what the ancestors know well and that is all starts and end within. You are what you’ve been seeking and it doesn’t exist in any books or temples (although they can provide guidance). This is why the spell “atonement” says well that its a question of singular resonance. For a long time we’d outlawed nature and embraced the synthetic when it comes to dealing with problems. Why? Mainly the patent system because those who do are in it for a check and your best interests are super low on their lists and thus they spend on lobbying and the politicians you elect sell out your position in order to pad their bottom line and live the life they wished. Sad, but true, isn’t it? If freedom is outlawed then only criminals dare step across the line in the sand another tries to convince them is real and solid. Thats a pretty wild concept but most people are already beaten into submission and well on the way to Adulteration before they hit double digits when it comes to their life sentence.

The ancients studied the planets, their movements, the animals and their actions as they sought the common resonance. Plant allies were a part of this and modern science is amazed how one herb can contain a powerful hallucinogen which is totally inactive until its mixed with another that always grows within a short distance. When they asked the old shamans how they knew this was the mix that would have them surfing the non physical realms like you do the web they simply answered:

“The plants told me”.

This is intelligence that rests in your fingertips if they’re connected to your chest because the Adulterant attempts to bypass this process hence the glow in children dims and they seek outside themselves for solutions and find nothing but a whole load of problems. Taking it to another level the ancestors clicked that there must be something happening on different levels and sought ways of fine tuning their consciousness. Not for nothing are the mountains associated with the gods, asetics and mystics and this is because the higher one gets the less interference is presence. Those without such things found other options and many either retired into caves filled with darkness or created their own types of underground caverns in order to see what happens. The concept was simple:

We came from the womb of darkness and thus if one returns whilst living what rises after the imperience shall most certainly be different. Knowing the deal it meant the ultimate disconnection for which there was plenty of training because if one is to remain in total isolation and complete darkness then best believe you’d already have created a good grip of resonance on your faculties and flesh as this is an advanced kind of practical metaphysics. What they discovered was interesting because the mindbody shifts its resonance depending upon its environment and when it realizes the regular rhythm of light and dark isn’t present it starts amusing itself with a rush of chemicals that are usually rationed and drip fed as you go to bed.

The inner sun begins its ascent and the visions they described of seeing the seven heavens, ascending on a chariot and meeting god herself in an amazing presence that is entirely ineffable and yet totally Witnessed happens as the DMT levels within start rising. As you can guess there are also immense metabolic shifts and this state of intense relaxation with single pointed focus within makes the world they left living fall dead without their attention. Part and parcel of the process was that a lot of the mess they carried as tension patterns and habitual ways of thinking also started to melt. Why? Because there were no old habits to sustain them. In that respect it was like the shedding of skin and thus after a few months within he who left was exceedingly different to the man who stepped in. Truly born again. In a visceral sense. Often these people were glowing due to their illumination and after they’d sit and kick it with others who’d done the same thing as they compared the notes of their imperiences. This, as you can guess, became codified as religions and thus people who hadn’t felt a thing would argue that their way is best whilst missing the point of the whole thing and here we are in a world of stripy toothpaste and flat screens.

After my dance with death I knew there was a problem. My mindbody had been ripped to shreds. Huge chunks of my energetics were missing. It was akin to a team swinging multiple axes at a tree in the same instance and the only thing that remained to prevent it from crumbling was a tiny sliver of bark that was carrying the weight of the whole thing. I have a natural tendency to think that only good things happen to me because I view life as a puzzle to be solved ergo if those hot coals they sling, burning, in moments of immense pressure and tension aren’t gripped in your fists they cool and coalesce to cause even greater problems once they’re inside your subconscious. If, on the other hand, you are present enough to grip the gift fearlessly and peer within you’ll see they shift to diamonds that shine their way to higher consciousness and illumination with a strength and beauty unequaled by the sums that were presented. That is the difference that makes all the difference in this realm. You, your intent, your energetics and manipulation therein via the conscious deployment of your mind and will.

Even though I’d never considered such things at depth during my previous existence before these events I knew that I needed some kind of isolation, away from the crowds maddening and agents hidden within that were deployed as spies whilst acting like friends. Sensory deprivation came calling and I picked up and phoned this place that was surrounded by nothing beyond nature at its finest to book a session. Never having tried it my initial experience of floating in the darkness was around six hours and the me that stepped in was quite different to the one who went in and thus the gifts of the ill intent that wished to wipe me off the planet was the nascent seeds of enlightenment being sprinkled in the garden of my awareness which I was now, after a life of near ignorance, starting to tend once again. It felt so new and yet so familiar as well. Could I be who I mentioned earlier in this missive that spent lives in isolation in pursuit of Knowledge. Could be, could be, my friend because I strongly suspect that we carry imprints from one life to the next that are often hidden resources that we don’t even suspect. If gold is hidden beneath the ground where we’re begging and someone comes along and drops a bomb in your midst would you complain about the effects or examine the new surface to its depths and find something missing that you’d be seeking in other places? In that respect what if in another village the people that were begging put down their bowls and picked up shovels instead to find the exact same resources? I’d be willing to bet that in that realm the jet laden with missiles that flew overhead would not drop bombs on them. Thats a really real hint about the nature of all of this for those of you willing to dig because either you can walk on your own two of be dragged and screaming whilst missing the scenery as it happens as you struggle with a lack of traction that only came due to your previously incorrect actions.

The universe can seem to be a tough taskmaster but if someone doesn’t listen to a request whispered with affection then turns a deaf ear when you tap them on the shoulder and say it with a directness how can they be offended if the next slap that comes shouts “You better pay attention“? Remember, you’re doing this to your Self. As weird and twisted as that may sound when we look at a world that is a couple of bus stops from hell and filled with endless suffering there is power in this. Power because what you accept you can check and thus are no longer a Victim to whom things are happening. In the case of the man that is now yelling and screaming whilst being dragged along by his heels lets pretend he heals, loses his mind that told him what it isn’t (and actually got him into this with its one track Thunking and tunnel vision editing based on expectations) as he comes back to his senses. “Thanks, I’ve got it from here” he says to the higher forces that were previously dragging him to move his script to another page as he’d been stuck reading the same section for years on end.

The risen man dusts himself down and considers whats happened. “Where I was and where I am are quite different” he thinks. He can either return to his old ways, the habits he craves and detests in alternating waves of consciousness that kept him trapped within limiting concepts that he knew so well or he can adapt to the unknown and keep on pressing. Be thankful if this happens. Many will be dragged to their destination, dumped in a heap and left to fend for themselves and will spend from then till their death either lamenting, repressing or erecting immense and complicated coping mechanisms to deny what just happened as the ground (aka your subconscious) remains beneath them, undug.

“Six hours?” she said with a tone incredulous. “Have you done this before? Why don’t you ease yourself in and see if you like it as some people have had some strange reactions from the novel sensations that come via floating in darkness with no stimulation”. “Nope, I”m good. If thats the longest the place is open then I’ll take it and see you in a minute”. If she’d said the space was open for twelve I’d have spent that within and if I could’ve paid for an overnight session that would be most welcome because we were Witnessing the genesis of the “Get free or thrive trying” mindset that is now crystalized in my awareness. “If you wish” she said, sounding unsure of the premise. How did it feel? Not that dramatic really, all things considered. I went back a few times again and each one built upon my developing state of consciousness that allowed a respite and relaxation that I now realize was missing for most of my existence. It did however make me think of old things, become of aware tensions and thus come face to face with the Pane Body you’ve heard me mention. The difference between me and thee is that was now preventing my embodiment whereas, for you, it limits your sentience…

“Seventy two days?” the people say. “He’s been in the cave for seventy two days? I can’t believe the length of the stay” when the news came in that the village shaman had came back from his trip. Everyone wanted to know what he saw, what he felt, what news he bought to them beyond this realm as reward for his dedication.

“You are dead but don’t realize it yet“.

That was all he said before secluding himself. Some thought he’d flipped his lid. “All that time in the darkness has done a number on his head. How the hell can we be dead when anyone can tell we’re alive. Its obvious, isn’t it?“. Others stopped to consider it and mentioned “Well, every other time he’s said things they’ve made sense to some then the rest of us get it and its obvious. Its the same with this. He must have a reason for mentioning it so what could he mean? Dead in what respect? What sense?“. Others, who had previously never considered the path of renunciation said “It ain’t that difficult, I’ll give it a spin” as a few encouraged them to step in. Some of them quickly ran out screaming as they told the rest of fantastical demons and such strange things that gripped them with a fearful menace. Others didn’t even get this far because when they sank in to the darkness they found their minds filled with anguish and dread about what was happening and what the point of this was as the darkness was frightening. After a while they forgot what he said because nobody really considered it and most people just wrote off the observance after his extended stay in the darkness.

If a cloud of sentience that floats in the heavens looks down with benevolence at his children, a part of him, that are falling during the rain seasons how do you think he feels when he sees the same that was once free now solid and frozen down on the surface of the planet? “You are dead but don’t realize it yet“.

In that respect the most humbling realization is how we have it all backwords ergo the hint that funeral is real fun but edited is something worthy of consideration because what the snowman calls the end the raindrop classes as reconnection and its only by upping the voltage via the directed use of attention and all surrounding resources does that stream ascend back to its native environment which is the cloud of ineffable sentience and presence within which all and everyone are present as its of, but not in, the lower, denser world the snowmen inhabit. Ya dig? Adapting to the darkness to seek enlightenment is a parable for you to riff as it can apply to many things.

When it comes to relationships there is the loud part and what silently powers the tryst. Same when someone else gets the promotion you wanted and your first reaction, suppressed. Best of all though is when you realize that its all, literally, inside your mind and there is no one else in this realm as then you truly start thinking and the desire to Know the Ledge shall spring from within as so much more starts making sense but don’t expect this to be specced on any standardized test as its hidden in the darkness, for those who seek enlightenment.

Till we meet again

Nobody Is Coming to Save You

There won’t be a savior swooping in, medical intervention or winning lottery ticket destined for you, my friend. Might as well get that hope out of your head. Same with the perfect relationship, big break for success or whatever other coping mech you’ve invested in. Like Max driving his cab, you’ll keep on waiting for your day to come until you’re old and then its time to pretend you never wanted it anyway as you await death.

Don’t cry. Celebrate. The fact you’ve read this text and it made you feel something within is the hint you can make a difference. First thing is shake them shackles off your mind, no actually, the initial step is to comprehend you’ve been locked in to a reality tunnel you didn’t design as that allows you to realize you’re complicit in your own oppression. Then you feel the bondage most are too scared to admit and from there its on till you’re gone but even that is an illusion because you, my friend, are unfinite. A piece of the Prime, rendered in fractal, animating the flesh with your divine presence. Really ponder this, if Superman was in a jam – all panicking and yelling – asking “Someone, anyone, come save me!” then somebody would have to slap some sense into him, yes?

“Fool, you are the best of us. How the hell are we supposed to help when you’re the one they sent to help us get out of this mess?“.

Thats exactly the same thing because what if a planet of Supermen had been Clark Kented instead with SSNs, MTV, death and taxes all force fed from the moment they stepped in? Who, exactly, would awaken what was dormant within all of the ignorant who thought the old myths and legends were either fiction or religion and not a truth to be applied in the moment. To extend this, I’d like you to consider that each child who steps in Knows, within their depths, they are different and here to do something special. Then the System gets hold of them and its on with the specs and hanging cowlick as whatever they pumped in becomes cattle, sacred, never, ever to be examined with a critical perspect and they, in turn, hand over their kids to do the same thing even though, in the end, they felt nothing but unfulfilled or miserable by being tricked into playing a hand they wouldn’t wish to have ever voluntarily picked. Welcome to the Game, my friend. This is what has you in its grip and it won’t relent unless you persist to resist what that Agent in your head says is truth and fiction. Reality test. Do the Knowledge.

Nobody is coming to save you.

Better yet, in all of the written testaments, historical records and myths plus anything else you can pick from the four corners of the globe – has that ever happened? What if I told you yes and that it kicks all the time but people don’t realize it? Walk with me:

Whatever you call your divine, even if you’re an atheist and bend the knee at the altar of science instead, its true form is consciousness. You are it, my friend. The seeker is what is sought and that is why the cosmic riddle is so amusing to those who get it, in the end, as its so obvious but well hidden. What else do you expect from the one who sits in the mid of the Yin/Yang and makes its spin? I will admit that one must be beyond good and evil to come to the mid otherwise you’re just fronting and pretending because a good man will kerb stomped by the villain whilst a smooth criminal can mime being decent until you tempt the killer out of him. What I’m saying is the middle path only truly opens when the extremes have been tasted and that, even thought its difficult, can happen in one spin. I guess it all depends on the hand you were dealt which is why my preachings and teachings are aimed at the 8% who know this is Hell, in the flesh, but also hold songs of Heaven in their chest and wonder why its like this. The rest, I’m afraid, are well adjusted but discontent and thus won’t dare Know the Ledge as they have no reason to peer in, fact check or reality test as its not their imperative for it was not part of the test nor on any official syllabus that was poured in their head, back when.

So, just like every school kid knows, this place is a flat circle in the sense that matter can’t be created, only flipped. Meaning there is but a finite amount of resources, processing, call it what you wish. Its why, for my Eighties jits, the people back then were more sturdy, present and intelligent because the product has been stepped on and made thin to generate these new brainrot kids. Its all by design because frogs in the kitchen are cooked in increments, or degrees, if you will. That way they don’t realize its boiling. At the moment we’re going to see mass population reduction until the Two One kicks in and by then the herd will thin with pleasure robots doing their bit as people pump the silicon life companions they send for all the pleasure they handle in this spin. After that the coupling will begin again but it will be different as the amount of people will decrease and the relative res will step on so now will feel like Standard Definition in comparison to their Eight K. Problem is, their screen will be behind a cage but they won’t notice it because its presence will be invisible. And, by that, I mean the chip in their head that unleashes a steady drip of neurochemicals akin to a low dose LSD trip along with behavior modification and synthetic telepathy as well. Watch and see. Well, no, cos you’ll be dead but I’d be willing to bet my sketch is exactly how it kicks hence I push the pen as testament and anyone with imagination and sense can intuit its so predictable because you look at the moment and reverse engineer how we got to this and see whats coming.

The thing is the world is yours. The future as well. Do something. Vote “None of the above” and refuse compliance then see what kicks. I said that if we, as a collective, took nine days off the web and didn’t stare at the black mirror for a trip and got back to nature instead you’d see them move to legislate it, quick. Just like they’ve already done with your feelings and thoughts as there is plenty you can’t say or admit because the last thing the man behind the curtain wants is a group who spot the Emperor is not only naked but a replacement as the real one was killed, dead, by the thieves (not) dressed in purple playing tricks with your optics…

Nobody is coming to save you.

Imagine you had taken a world hostage and they Knew, deep within, there was a problem but they couldn’t point at any specific place or angle because the invasion had taken place within and they’d mined your mind then replaced its vibe with their own projection. Those who buy in, in ignorance, are pawns of the Devil and the ones who sell out, willing, are his accomplices. As it stands the former tap in at 81%, the latter at 11. That leaves 8 for ye, me and the rest who spot there is a problem and are unwilling to sit within the box they had marked out in advance with your name printed in BLOCK CAPITALS. I mean, what is a “Mr” or “Miss” anyway? Say, you don’t think that could be the hint about the switcheroo and what you’re actually missing is that old Inner Sense you Knew, back when? Methinks it is. Methinks it is. Why? Because words are weapons and thoughts are things, my friend. The greatest testament to power is being able to define the world and have others react to it. Better yet, if they accept and then attempt to live you’re lyrics you’d yell “Got eem!” as the reality you built slipped over their head and they lived a masked existence.

Only you, Clark, can realize where they hid Superman and his strength. Your starter for ten is the pain in your flesh. Go examine it. Sit with it. Get comfortable and let it speak. Give it a sound, color, distance, time you first felt like this and what your subcon start supplying the details as you draw the links. Push the pen, ask the child within as he never forgets a thing and you’ll be surprised at the progress when it comes to Knowing thy Self as its always waiting to commune with those who look within. Instead you have commercialized centers of worship that, like the net, promise unity but deliver division. Sad but true, I dare you to deny it. Not saying that both don’t bring a poz but the negs are more immense and one cannot help but wondering if the tech they said is what it is or if it hides a darker intent most never stop to comprehend as they’re stuck between hell and hard place in a space that looks heaven sent as they’re directed by that voice in their head to say:

“When I get X, Y, Z then life will be perfect” as they tick the Supposed To boxes, as instructed. From one life to the next. Thats why the mindwipe is vital. Is there a conspiracy to keep you on Earth if you’re actively participating in your own oppression and always pick whats door number one, when presented, without comprehending you own the entire mansion and could do with it as you wished? See how smooth the scheme is? Welcome to the world of criminals who operate above the laws they set for the rest who accept their version of events and wait, patiently, for someone, anyone to come and save them. Is that cape I see dangling? Best tuck it back in then and get back to work with all the news thats fit to print. Just kidding. Don’t watch that mess, its bad for your health. Do the Knowledge instead. I mean, am I kicking random abstractions or does what I’ve said make sense? Even if its just a thought imperiment. Start out with this then flip it into an imperiment. Don’t ask me how you do this, look within. Make the sound, change the vibration and see what kicks. Tell me if you find something interesting.

The Path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by those who’d waylay him and the ones who want nothing more than to play him. Remember, there are those keen to ascend the pyramid and they can’t wait to make a burnt offering out of one who peeps Game and flips the script because the Opponent doesn’t negotiate with his living hostage as one Prime thought can be dangerous to the rest. Why do you think schizos are isolated and medicated yet, from back when to now, they all, to a tee, say the same thing with no convergence. Isn’t that worthy of scientific examination? Isn’t the silence from the establishment in this respect a tacit admission of what I’ve said because if said System were truly impartial and not the front piece of a weaponized ignorance then someone in its grip would have noticed that resonance and decided to check into it, yes? No. Instead you get heavier and heavier psychotropics which, I predict, in the next three decades will be handed out to the plebs as people start offing themselves when it clicks the anti depressives aren’t working. Wait and see, wait and see, my friend or, radical suggestion I know, do something.

“But what? What should I do?”.

Do you hear how pathetic that sounds and how its proof of all I’ve said? Where if your imagination? If I’ve just outlined a possible way of things why don’t you provide the details, argue the case – poz and negative – then see which position feels comfortable within and what you miss if choose not the alternative. Remember, the colloquialism is it “fits like a second skin”. If thats the case then whats the Prime state trapped within and how do you access it? Give up? Read this and do what it said, bounce for a while then stand perfectly still. See what shakes in your awareness and you’ll comprehend its all vibration as that is what the matter with spirit and this brings us full circle because you are nothing more and nothing less than pure consciousness which gives the stars its motions and brings life to this attraction that floats in the abyss because, without you, none of this exists.

If that isn’t an empowering mindset that fills one with confidence then I don’t know what is. You can reality test this. Picture not existing. Tell me if its possible. Some will argue yes as they see an empty place or unalive shell with nothing in. Let the dead bury them because there is no saving them. The Warriors, the 8%, will click that even as they pretend not to happen there is something that watches and makes all possible in silence. You are it, my friend. In and beyond the flesh. From one life to the next. Awake on the street or dreaming in bed. Its a constant. Like that point in the mid that makes the binary opposites spin and this original tech powers everything from moonrise to sunsets, in and exhales as well as the computer tech you’re using to browse the web and assimilate this text.

Don’t believe a word I’ve said. Take this as a challenge to Know the Ledge and refute my perspective as you make your mind up for your Self. Sure beats being conditioned by the System, doesn’t it? Remember:

The (false) self is fragile and reacts to things it doesn’t expect as a threat, hence the programming and rest of the tricks designed to keep you tuned in to the lowest possible vibration. The true Self, with a big S, is unfinite. It exists before, during and after the flesh as its just visiting this realm. This is the eternal, internal fight between god and the Devil and the reason I didn’t capitalize that title is a) it carries a lot of baggage and b) you’ve got to earn that mantle in the fractal by upping your resolution and then, in the end, there is just the Psylense that is another term for the all of everything of which its a bit, as you are as well, and we’re all simply projections in each others imagination thus reality is plastic and what you can get away with. The most amazing thing is, once you comprehend this, that everything changes, super quick, as you’ve ascended an octave and thus its Self evident you are the savior you have been awaiting.

Till we meet again

A Dead Bird Flying Through a Broken Sky

I saw a dead bird
flying through a broken sky
It made me the opposite
of smile
As I sat and cried
Not for me, but thee
my friend
See,
I’ve already embraced
my misery
and perceive the Game
as it is
No hopium or coping mechs.

You
on the flip
are awash in ignorance
of what truly kicks
in this realm
that looks like Heaven
but feels like Hell.

Yep, there
we’re taking it
so lets divert
for a second
whilst your brain
processes this:

Imagine you were raised
and born into something
really quite strange
A special project
A black OP
A secret experiment.

Everyone around you
was in on it
and performed
on script
certain actions and events
to generate a desired resonance.

You were totally unaware of this.

As far as you could tell
you were just like the rest
except
there was something different.

A finger couldn’t be placed on it
but it was felt
nonetheless
you sensed things that churned
away from what can be seen
certain scenes made no sense
but they happened to often
to be mere coincidence.

Smiling villains
and best friends with bared teeth.

Its enough to make a man go crazy.

What would you do if it was thee?

In many ways, it is.

This is what lurks in the shadows depth
my friend
its why people clutch to coping mechs
recite their favorite script
and generally pledge allegiance
to their own ignorance.

It is because underneath the camera tricks
the scene is truly something else
and once you perceive this
you’ll comprehend the depth
of the sketch
which a broken sky
and bird
dead
reps as each Thunks they’re complete
even though they
long ago
fell to pieces.

And yet they still tick
the same
but different.
Its hard to tell…
That is because we’re in a fractal
my friend
and its predicated on consciousness
ergo the bird and sky
are one and the same thing
as is he who takes it in
as the scene simply reflects
his inner realms
and that may just be the hint
that we’re already dead
and this is Hell
but the Devil is so slick
so totally effective at his tricks
that most fall for the sheen of Heaven
via the pleasures of the flesh
but lack the computational process
to admit the links
they know fine well
because they are dead birds
in broken skies
who believe Hell was Heaven sent
and when they die
they’ll come back again
to serve another life sentence
in the flesh
as they believe they are
“John of House Smith“
or some other nonsense
which is akin
to ink being spilled
on a canvas
to hide what makes
the false image possible:

Pure consciousness.

Without limit or definition
but something most truly felt
as the state termed
Inner Sense
that you knew
once upon a when.

Since then
the glow dimmed.
You became Adulterated instead
and put away childish things
like imagination and creativity
the two keys that unlock this realm
and suddenly
overhead
you see a purple sky
with a golden sun that never sets
and you bask in its radiance
as a serenely floating scene of consciousness
whose sentience is connected
with the All of Everything.

So tell me
what do you think happened
to switch out this multi dimensional deal
and render cheap deception in ThreeD
where you were trained to believe
what you perceive is actually reality
as you run the treadmill
from one life to the next
with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in
before donning some fresh skin
and stepping in to a three ring circus
after having been lead
by a DMT machine elf
to where sperm meets egg
and the real Big Bang happened
before you sailed down the tunnel
toward illumination
where you felt affection
beaming
as people who seemed to know you well
were waiting.

In the hospital.

Welcome to Earth, my friend.

From atoms to cosmos
everywhen
it all dwells within
your Inner Sense
as what lives can never die
but who wishes to kill
their illusions whilst plugged in
to the true Matrix of wearing flesh
believing the story in your head
and not fact checking the tests
they patted you on the head
for regurgitating
as they coded your internal OS.

Not me though
the black swan was born to rebel
hence the Game makes a lot of sense
when seen through this lens…

Till we meet again