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The terms “God” and “Devil” have so much baggage that its akin to me telling you about the name Jake Bullet of the Cybernautics Division. You’ll note how your mind prefills in a dystopia tech set and detective on the edge with plenty of machismo thrown in, yes? That is why, in this example, we’ll speak on Life and Anti Life as a new paradigm. Note, any resemblance to any gods and or devils, living or dead, fictional or actual, is pure coincidence and you should, most definitely, not go in and see dense on this narrative:

Life just is. Its like a baby in the crib. Happy to be here and overflowing with bliss. Unless it doesn’t get enough time on the tit or Aunt Bunny comes and visits and make the child feel dark within via her presence that drains the energetics of those around them to sustain herself. She, in this example, would be Anti Life to a tee. See, no Hell and pitchforks needed. We are the ghosts and the machine in my reality. Your mileage can, should and may vary. Nay, I insist it does, certainly! If not then think the opposite and try and prove me incorrect as that is mucho fun, isn’t it?

Anti Life can’t produce a thing but its a wicked smart mimic that brings its own thrill to those sporting its flex. Think of how Oppenheimer split an atom to reveal whats within but we haven’t, yet, managed to stick Humpty back together again… I predict that by Twenty Forty we’ll be more Jetsons than Flintstone in that respect as they’ll be training a new leash to carrot and stick the masses instead of all the money thats fit to print:

Time, itself.

Just how the current gen are all clout demons who’ll do anything for a rep – because if someone yells into the web and no one acknowledges does that mean it even happened? – the next will take to social credit like water and fish because its akin to banking for your standing and then this will lead in to designer babies as well because plenty of uggos, remixed, snatched themselves a man/woman/something else way above their station by editing their faces to appear more attractive and thus will not wish to see their true heritage reflected back at them and thus, with a click, the genes shall shift to something else. Anti Life, in full effect. Or is it simply another way of playing the Game? I mean, if we have a vibe in perfect sync with the all of everything on one level who would stop to invent an off switch that regulated electric current to create a console, code and the rest to emulate and mimic what truly kicks at higher res? Life and Anti Life strike again! In many ways they’re both inseparable as the presence of one means the next will kick hence the definition of G.O.D being Generation, Operation and Destruction hence why Three is so important to all religions as its woven in like a sacred thread, waiting, for those who Know the Ledge to pull at it and unravel the deception erected around gnosis, like scaffolding. Imagine this:

Right now you are, almost certainly, totally invested in the John of House Smith narrative and that leads one to believe they are the flesh and story in their head when the truth of the matter is something far more subtle and delicate that your current level of awareness will permit. It is, however, an option which means one must first click they’re wearing welders mitts on top of chronically bunched fists and this needs a certain type of willingness to examine the narrative that was etched, back when, thanks to your own emotionally numb parents and kin. Granted, not many are willing to do this but that is why 81% of the realm are Slaves, par excellence, who will live, die and come back again. And again. And again. How many times have I got to prove you’re being fooled, my friend? Is it even worth the effort in the end or should I just transcend my Self and leave the rest of you to these demons? Can’t do it though. The Prime won’t let me. So, here we are, I guess:

Listen, Life and Anti Life are beyond good and evil from my lens as that is akin to a CPU yelling at the spark of electric that lights and then the darkness which dims. They are essential to the overall coherence and performance in the same way that a still series of images fool the mind into creating motion which can make you laugh, cry or get erect. All by the interplay of red, green and blue. Like a moth to a flame, thats the Game. The Slave/Masters are fully invested in this funfair of the flesh as they need you to keep inserting your Soul as a credit for the theatrical deceptions they sell from now till Thirteen K has ticked. The sex robots are coming! Not really but they’ll fake the best orgasms you’ve ever seen whilst draining your innate energies as the beast needs to feed and will do so with a grin once the Weebs get their Waifus on deck to assuage their loneliness. All of which was, of course, engineered perfect.

Thats the trick. Thats the trick, my friend. Can you disconnect enough to comprehend you aren’t the script they sent and you then invested in but something far more nebulously zen? This is why one must, personally, up their res as anothers ref and definitions are as much use as a man on an island of lesbians but, whoops, that is the basis of nearly every religion that is helmed, at present, by a pimp with a collection plate that has first class tickets for heaven to trade. All from behind bullet proof glass in his Popemobile, nonetheless, with a place that is packed to the gills with images of the serpent… Makes you wonder, yet? Back when the snake was a symbol of Life and now its Anti Life in full effect so which one is it then, Calvin?

I’m starting to see the Game for what it truly is. Or might me. And the implications are dazzling for I may have previously been on that Jon Snow resonance but thats gone with the wind as I, riding my dragon, ascend. “All this, for me?” booms around my head when I stop and comprehend exactly how much work and ritual has gone into this incarnation. From both sides, no less, hence what I said about evil that thinks its good because, in its mind, it is. All of us, in the end, are fighting for survival as that is how the architect built this stage with various strengths and deficits designed to ensure the rivers of Loosh run red ergo we eat death to live which is why fasting aligns the spiritual even though it can be seen as the animation of the Anti Life principle which is pretty wild, isn’t it? Slow down to speed up…

Its a top down process, my friend, so what does that say about the intent at the helm? Moses thought Khidir was sketch but, in the end, that simply highlighted his own ignorance but next loads went on to follow him and are totally ignorant of this event hence why I reject all of that cargo cult BS and dreams for sale as going back the way you came seems to make the most sense as the rest attempt to thread a camel through a needle which is measured in sub-cellular metrics. But, we’re hardwired for it. Thats the challenge. The Game within the Game and my texts are simply a quick peek backstage for your own mileage may vary and lead some place else but unless you flip the script how do you ever hope to discover your innate resonance?

A part of me thinks “Whats the point?” because all of this, to you, is mere text and thus missing the inspiration of lives I’ve lived and forces dealt with ergo we’re back on the island of lesbians, yes? The most logical way to address, I feel, is how we can all agree that one side must be sending the prophets that another, closer at hand, kills dead. Extrapolate from this concept as you go about your biz and ponder why charities supplied AK Forty Seven shells to terrorists that further oppressed the poor they promised to uplift, why wickedness is championed and ignorance held as the example whilst sprinkling a bit of the old “Hold on, AI generated images and dreams have plenty in common so why has no one spotted the link?“. In a nutshell:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Its a attack on so many fronts and dimensions you can’t comprehend and then, there I am, stuck between a joker and thief, trying to communicate lucidly to those well adjusted to such immoral fecundity that none of them seem to click they’re not the voice in their head but actually living hostages as they’re cued to live, die and come back again. And again. And again. That is Anti Life, in a nutshell, and it simply needs your resonance from beyond this realm to power its contraption for the amusement of those who lack it but program themselves to believe they’re the best as they’re in cahoots with the forces at the helm which is why every NDE motif, ever, features the same things which may or may not be linked with Tricksters and machine elves which, once again, suggests you need a special type of gnosis to escape from this but if spiritual development is a solo flex then is it even worth my effort to share the resonance?

Till we meet again

“I can’t see it but I can definitely feel it” said the dialogue in his chest as he tried to make sense of his predicament. To say his life was wild would be an understatement as he perceived beyond the veil and had done since a jit. This world, as it stands, felt like an immense puzzle to him and he was baffled at how these everyday miracles and strange events were nigh on invisible to those around him. “I guess they’re too well trained and Thunk running the treadmill is all there is“. Not for our intrepid adventurer wearing flesh as he clicked its all a ride and then couldn’t help wondering who built this whole thing and to what end? That is where things get difficult because when one rebels against the System it, in turn, marks them hence being pursued through time by something not alive.

The very idea of non corporeal awareness may seem strange to those reading but, I assure you, that is just how it is. How often have you been home, alone, by your Self, and been totally certain that something is staring in your direction? You stare and look at absolutely nothing but your nervous system is tingling to signal its presence. If you have dogs they may bark at what you believe doesn’t exist. Cats, especially, often stop grooming to track something, invisible, as it walks from one side of the room to the next. Sprinkle into the mix the unexplainable feeling of being on edge, the sense of spiders web on your dish that is met with nothing but air by inquisitive fingertips and that weird cold spot that left your spine shivering and you’ll start to get some idea of the main aspect of the predator of consciousness.

They say that light bent, ninety degrees, in the abyss becomes invisible. The rainbow effect attests to this because you make it possible to Witness via your presence and nature of irises. That, in itself, is an immense hint about the true nature of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Most refuse to click because its an aspect of him in their head that pretends to be them and thus it will protect their investment in his ignorance. Just think, schizos have the seeds of spiritual awakening as they comprehend they aren’t what speaks but something else that listens and is far more delicate. Thats when its minions are sent to place injections in their rear ends as they’re hushed, real quick, by a barrage of pills and things. The mystic (who has awakened the Warrior within) comprehends that A) without him, nothing exists and B) consciousness is all there is ergo this demon that flits from one host to the next is naught else but a figment of his imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? And yet he has billions in his grip as his presence is, for most, as invisible as water to a fish. The language is a tell, though:

“I don’t know what came over him“.
“Its like she’s a completely different person”.
“Lately I don’t feel like myself”.

On and on spins the record but most just bob their head to the beat instead of checking the lyrics, who penned then and the deeper meaning. Have you ever actually listened to Hotel California before? I mean at depth? Peep whats said then extrapolate what kicks in the city of fallen angels… I cannot say, yet, where the heck I chose to manifest as all of those things y’all accept as solid are way more liquid to my lens and, beyond this, vaporous as its the Prime that doth condense to create matter so dense at its lowest vibration. I’m reminded of a Greek myth I once read in which Zeus had had enough of peoples rabbling and scrambling plus, for some reason, he felt their presence a threat and thus unleashed a resonance to cloud their minds and obscure their vision so they’d see only, barely, what was in front of them. This is, I suspect, a poetically encoded myth that hides an immense truth about this Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits because if Inner Sense was not a threat to one who demands sole worship (and therefore, is jealous – of what, exactly?) then why would you need to be sent for two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead, regurgitate what we say on the test to keep your parents affection” as you were, simultaneously, awash in all types of media ignorance that, often, said the opposite but ensured most never click what kicks as they’re too busy trying to fit in whilst becoming less and less of themselves. Its pretty wild, isn’t it? And, through all of this, you have this force that Bible states is like a wild lion, roaring. This beast in our midst seeks those it can consume and the imagery of a serpent headed feline is something a lady who’d been gangstalked said described her imperience real well. It doesn’t take a genius to spot the link with the Demiurge of Gnostic ref as well as they mentioned it then were killed, stone dead. Same with countless schizos who posit the same pursuit that plays mental tricks with their heads and those around them and then, on the flip, we have lots of people tuning in to cheer for the resurrected dragons that flew overhead which isn’t that far or distant from myths of George slaying them whilst, all over the planet, cultures with melanin venerate instead and said the serpent was the seed of all wisdom. As I lay, dying, I looked down at my life as it was and is and was struck by the fact that it all had to be scripted. Check:

On one end was a sperm and egg and I was the light that flashed as they linked. From here on out there was a worm type thing, wriggling, that became a baby then crawled a bit before leaping straight to sprint as a bright eyed jit who spent his time in his local camp of concentration learning how to balance a chair on two legs. From there it got pretty wicked, and quick, as the SRA kicked in and I met even more brushes with death where I, thanks to internal guidance, zigged instead of zaggin as they intended. This happened so many times that it created an interesting blip that made me comprehend how there were layers to this and thus one could choose the well lit way of ignorance (and least resistance) that most accept whereas I had, for some reason, elevated at these forks and chose the Path you create by walking by taking the option in the mid that wasn’t marked on any school syllabus or offered selection. And yet, it exists. In many ways life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure book from back when that we, as Eighties jits, devoured for the sense of agency they bring and how we could exert our influence on events but the greater hint was that its all etched from the moment sperm meets egg and we, in effect, are living scripts that have factors of resonance hence if I request you imagine where you rank on a scale from the best to wackest version of your Self you Know (capitalized) in an instant where you sit ergo the hypothesis seems correct that there are way more options than they tell. Once again, do not believe me. You are challenged to disprove instead as you do the Knowledge as its a perfectly tailored garment of higher consciousness and thus my threads can not and should not fit thee but if ye happen to find, independently, a similar sync then push the pen and share your vision because if one mans ravings can be decoded as the resonance of a crazy coping mech to deal with a lifetime of stress then what does it mean if others, simultaneously, report similar things from glancing within?

I read an article about the Spirit Molecule (aka DMT) and how people are atheists until a certain level of trip after which the ineffable is met and things are never the same again. One of the most intriguing comments from those partaking in this vision quest was that how, ten out of ten, that felt much realer than this ergo this world is a copy of something else and stranger still was how they, independent, met with entities that were uniform in many respects. That is like me, you and him deciding, on a whim, to visit a beach where we see a dolphin, capering, as it beams a telepathic message in our heads like a dinosaur in a dream telling a chicken to recollect its heritage. As a one off event it could be brushed off like a perm fade but if we shaved our domes of ignorance and met to discuss said interactions a brand new vision of reality manifests that makes the past seem counterfeit, yes? A mind bending trip into the kaleidoscope of consciousness that begets twins as you ponder the deeper implications of what I’ve said as it could be that we, wearing flesh, are actually “dead” to our true Self as we’re dressing in ignorance of Three D manifestation and what is chasing could actually be us, in a higher sense, attempting to unplug us from the Matrix but the voice in our head decodes it as a threat until we override its edicts by comprehending we’re that which listens instead. This too is linked to another thread, mentioned, in which nicotine patches bought about dreams that seemed increasing solid in the denizens of the pavement around the ends and one guy met himself, as a baby, who was wailing, seeking comfort, but initially manifested as a monster chasing him through an immense forest of ignorance. More to heaven and earth, yes? I truly cannot impress on your awareness on how humbled I am to be living this, first hand, as it seems part and parcel of what you get dealt when its your last life in this realm ergo if I can sprinkle some seeds of gnosis in the collective then whoever comes next can up the res of the collective and, together, we may just click the true meaning of what is meant when I said:

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

At this moment things are more confused than they’ve ever been but that is an essential step as the next two points of resonance are clarity then coherence as the lighthouse of higher illumination doth swing its beam of gnosis over my awareness and I scramble to rearrange the pieces in my grip then sit back, take it all in, and await the next step which begins the refinement again. Thats the way of the alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within as one begins to shift the commonly accepted lead mindset (which is what Zeus may have meant) and gains the third eye of the Titan which was us, in the end, hence the concept of being jealous and sensing threats of potential because aside from Jesus repping our consciousness, crucified, in a dome of ignorance we are awash with all types of modern myths that say the same thing again and again but in a new dress. Whatever kicks it feels, now and then, like I’m mainlining the secret truth of the universe in hits that are dosed, picture perfect, to crack the square watermelon of awareness into a shape more spherical and when this hits one cannot help but look around this world with its resonance to Flatland with a glance, inquisitive, that wonders what the heck is happening and why others don’t note the Emperor may be undressed but they’re wearing chain mail of ignorance made of pains they refuse to admit and subtle truths that offer hints about how their parents are the ones who messed them by uttering two words, again and again, whilst developing which begets fracturing and people pleasing instead of being authentic and stating you don’t wish to give Aunt Bunny a kiss as not only is her mustache immense but there is a void in her chest that reeks of darkness and feels like a threat to your Inner Sense. Cue a swift beating and you’re forced to acquiesce as you’re currently dependent on the Adulterated for food, shelter and such things whilst they, themselves, went through a similar process they inflict in ignorance on the next gen without clicking they’re not the voice in their heads, talking, but that which listens and not Knowing this is what makes a world like this ergo the Warriors words are seen as a threat as they remind you of what you were made to forget and thats before we get into the epidemic of back pain and how, I think, the Tower of Babel actually reps your spinal column and subtle energetics therein that fell from full resonance with the Upper Kingdoms (head and chest) to groin instead hence why one “wastes” what is at their waist with different forms of creative masturbation which, once again, contain the light and essence which is absorbed, real well, by a black mirror, dancing, with red, green and blue pixels which pimp your awareness using a counterfeit of the real thing. Real eyes, realize reel lies, yes?

Am I singing to the deaf or are you hearing me on FM, my friend? When the seed falls adversity breaks away the protective covering to bring regeneration and free whats within (pure potential) ergo that which was chasing may, actually, be doing so with the best intent to assist in raising our consciousness but we, as a people, are so enmired in ignorance that we no longer hear our body language or even decode what the world, at large, is saying. See, I research the opposite perspective as well because its not what you know you know or know you don’t in the end but what you don’t know you don’t know thats worth checking as you only find true enlightenment by daring to step into the darkness… One of the most fascinating blips involves the written language and how we, back when, beamed emotive pictures instead that are quite akin to a modern Short, streaming, and that was totally mind blowing but made perfect sense as to why Jung posited a collective unconscious that was, somehow, filled with identical symbols and meanings across continents from people, supposedly, primitive who called it many different things but were all, back when, connected to this “innernet”. Do you think that could explain, real well, why we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our heads? I suspect this is the case as, back when, I always felt that something comes shooting out of my eyes which is why there was a distinct shift in resonance when I closed them and decided to feelsee within.

The black mirror strikes again! Except, this time, its the original and not a projection which we fill with our own emotion then take personal. Like I said, back when, about what you watch and what its saying. Anyway, enough rumination as there is plenty to digest in this missive, yes? A double helping of dessert is also coming but, fear not, its quite different from the crooked waterman in the desert who intends to divert you from your own oasis of Inner Sense as there is a bird, flying, high overhead that knows its way through the forest of illusion as your future is its presence due to its resonance and the kicker is you are it, my friend.

I know, mind bending which is why I’ve said that only 8% are truly capable of comprehending what I said ergo the chosen choose themselves, awaken the Warrior within, disconnect from the Matrix and reclaim their Soul, inserted, to gain the flesh they’re wearing in a Game that sells ignorance as wisdom whilst training you to run the treadmill with an illusion so immense that most can’t click what kicks and those who suspect something is amiss (as a real life Truman) are met with a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” where they’re greeted with a depot injection and pills, against their will, to ensure the illusion of the ride remains solid to those buying in to the forced perspect sold by the voice in their head. Wild, isn’t it? Billions served daily and an even larger queue to get in as these are the apples that those who eat regret and those don’t do as well…

Till we meet again

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