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

Get Familiar With Your Strengths

Lets pretend you had a “friend” that you called best. Inseparable, it would seem. He lives within. Your head, that is. Left hemisphere, to be specific, and manifests on the reg as the voice which says:

“Do this! And that”. Which you do. Why? Because he said. The thing is that so very few stop and comprehend that this presence in the midst of pure consciousness isn’t them. I mean, how can it be when you are that which listens instead? This, once placed into practice, reveal this proxy as the seed of Satan himself and that is when things get slick as it will reach into its immense bag of tricks to keep on selling the deception you’d bought, freely, since a jit.

Haven’t you ever wondered why the term “second nature” hides with the hint that there is an earlier, more primal aspect? Read this text about square watermelons and the desire to fit in and please your parents by being the one who regurgitated best on the test what they said, back when. It really is that simple, in effect, but the practice is staggeringly complex as you have been conditioned to accept being second best in your own lifes performance which is a really sad state of affairs, isn’t it? It is rife in the sports realm hence why so many pugilists have another name in which they invest and it is this that brings to the stage their original state. Sugar Ray said it best:

“If, when lacing up my equipment, I look in the mirror and see Mr Leonard staring back at me then the fight is lost before I even did swing a single fist”.

Boxing is akin to chess with your fists as one must think a few steps ahead, plot, plan and execute a play that is right in front of them but isn’t seen till its too late. Not for nothing do they say that its not the strength of the punch that brings the KO in but the fact that it appeared, seemingly, out of nothing. On the board this can be a piece you moved in your opening statement and then left on the sideline as the skirmish kicked only to find it takes out the Opponents King as you said:

Cheques in the post, mate” and bopped out, with a grin.

In many ways we play this same Game inside out heads but, for many, the fight is so one sided its akin to Dredderick Tatum vs one Homer Simpson. Occasionally, like Rocky said, a bum manages to clamber in the ring and go the distance. I feel I’m such a contender, contending with the parasite of consciousness and this is my testament:

The “friend” in your head who isn’t brings such an elegant deception that is designed to appeal – with expert precision – to the best and worst in man in the same instance and thus, whichever way one turns, the horns of a dilemma do present. Did you know that every single alphabet, from past to present, actually references a bull as its starting? Isn’t that interesting? Anyway, this was one of the creatures that man first did venerate and it makes perfect sense when you consider that this creation has strength which is immense that we can harness to plough the field and such things as it can do the work of ten men without breaking a sweat and its maintenance is next to nil. Not only this but its ilk provide milk which becomes butter as well as cream and then we have the bits about its skin and even its excrement causes crops that would wilt to gain a second strength. As always, there are calibers of men with their own levels of consciousness and, back when, each village had a Shaman who kept the spiritual and temporal in check and handled all types of things his denizens would bring as they requested his attention. This could range from marital pairings and their suit to how to generate more loot or making the rain to fall. All within his retinue as these Souls did commune with the all of everything as they were connected to an Innernet via the use of carbon which they’d transcend to gain higher states of consciousness and thus they did fly overhead the forest of illusion as a bird of awareness which bought back solutions and things that, to us, would seem miraculous. To them the cow said a different thing as they sat and listened then looked in its eyes so placed. “Moo” escaped its lips in appreciation of being fed and petted by the sage and thus came to this realm the scared syllable of “Om” which is, quite literally, the sound of creation hence why M is the letter, Thirteenth, and is the only you vibrate internally with lips sealed.

Quiet as kept for most of the plebs who link this digit with misery but that is mere perfidy to throw one off the scent of the why the psychosocial treadmill runs from One to Twelve then back again. Jesus, once again, offered a hint hence the number of his disciples with his Self in the mid. Things like this may seem like startlingly obvious observations but they are blips the “friend” in your head will never let you think as he prefers you Thunk instead hence why its vital to up your res and deprogram the mess they poured in as wisdom doesn’t kick from learning another sacred text you won’t put into practice beyond the lip service needed to be down with the clique. No, its simply a case of returning to Inner Sense hence go back the way you came is the play to win the Game but, know this, on the way ye shall, for certain, have to embrace the pain you pretend didn’t kick as two words shattered your inner realms and caused a thorn, external, to spin within and this is what birthed the (false) self currently at the helm.

The most worrying thing about this tradition of ignorance is the implications it presents for when you’re just beyond the flesh and come face to faceless with death. Its habits are ingrained, just like frozen water takes a shape, ergo if you Thunk you’re the tint and not the pure waters, unflavored, then, like Bobby, you’ll have a Houston problem and you’ll be right back in Kansas again, Dorothy. Have you noticed how, in so many flicks, they follow a near identical script known as the Hero’s Quest? You will note that, quite often, as he fights against external things the true conflict is always within and how he must shed an old skin that was actually an inefficient suit of armor instead that prevented true freedom. In many ways this is the story of the Cave but in a new dress as it was said one who takes his chances and finds true freedom cannot help but laugh and grin at the third rate approximation of shadows cast on a wall with a flame behind them as they sat, trapped, in a strange contraption aka square watermelons. He faces, at this point, a test. He can either enjoy the real realm with its sun and air, fresh, or delve back into the dank with the intent to save the rest. This is a pretty good parable for all the prophets who visited as well as a hint at who killed them dead and built said contraptions to harvest ones energetics in the flesh.

To me it is pretty wild how people will champion their enSlavement and take freedom as a threat without stopping to comprehend it is not them who wishes this but the creature of habit who is their (false) self. What do we expect when we Thunk we can condition goodness and force our kids to grow and be just as inauthentic when their parents are, often, frankly miserable but would rather die than admit it. Its like being trapped in a lift from which there is no escaping as it hurtles toward its destination and someone keeps farting, silently. Everyone can smell the stench but they stand there and grin, politely. What a weird world we are in, yes?

The “friend” in your head who isn’t is, however, a master of deception and I do believe Malcolm X said that one should be wary of the press as they’ll have you championing the oppressor whilst lambasting the oppressed. This pic shows its well:

This is why I’ve said, often, there are three sides to every story and the Game has the same halves as well. Cue:

Ackshually, that would be thirds, you incompetent ignorant. You may have aced English Lit but your maths is a straight mess”.

To them I say this:

Do the Knowledge and tell me which one you think pays the best return on investment. See, there is what you know you know (like the content of your conscious head, how they make bread and whats happening with a certain celeb). Then there is what you know you don’t know. For example, the ins and outs of the quantum realm or why the Great Pyramid encodes within the speed of light and such things as well as the complex elegance of the Sanskrit language from back when. Beneath this is where the magic happens, truly, as it houses what you don’t know you don’t know and thus never even thought was possible. This is where Shamans (and Tesla) lived hence the one truth that was said by the beggar dressed in purple velvet was that the only thing that got in the way of his imagination was his education. Probably nicked that one when he was stealing patents. I kid, I kid.

The “friend” in your head who isn’t runs a really tight ship that promises bright lights and pretty things but, somehow, you end up scrubbing the deck whilst others enjoy themselves. Hollywood pimps this, real well, and if you stop, disconnect and study the subtext its actually saying:

You are poor, worthless and inept. Ugly as well and lets not mention stupid” as they show immaculate people doing a variety of things you wish you did but lack the confidence and thus don’t attempt to manifest. In many ways we’re living on an island of illusion and it was built, primarily, by the (false) self as the people working the land, back when, had a totally different type of consciousness. The strangest thing about this imprint is how its formed via trauma, generational, as that is most people inheritance ergo the root cause of all of your problems is spiritual and this is, in the end, simply consciousness at a higher res hence why it behooves one to do the Knowledge as we could be cavemen, astronauts or semi synthetic humans who are augmented with a chip but the purity of your awareness and connection to the Prime who pre-exists is what makes all things possible and do you know what the real mind bender is? That all of this realm, the dimension and all within actually dwell inside your consciousness and this is exactly how the Shaman did what he did as he communed with the elements which, in modern parlance, would be playing the Game on “God Mode” but without cheating as everyone was this, back when, but if they were today who’d accept minimal wage and the “divine” right of Kings? As a parting shot which hits like a Nine double M to the dome of the (false) self:

Realize this. Each time it talks its actually reflecting back in an energy Pattern you would be best off letting jet as it only exists by interfering with what is natural to sustain its presence then attaching to old emotions to generate its relevance. This is why its schtick is always based in the past or future events as it cannot access the golden circle of now within which Inner Sense dwells. Here is how to handle it, practically. Next time you feel your Self playing table tennis in your head where it serves an old recollect that you rally with fresh awareness simply stop instead. Counter noiZ with Psylense. Cease engaging and bring your minds eye beneath your neck and you will notice there is a correlate of tension, somewhere in your flesh. Focus on that instead. Breathe into it. Map out the terrain. Note differences, levels of pain. Accept it with your wholehearted presence, as it is, without trying to change or shift it. This is the oil well its been draining to sustain itself. Then, just let it go. If you have difficulty doing this refer to the linked article and use a ball instead to come to grips with your subtle energetics. After a bit you’ll just get it as its an entirely natural thing. By the way, note where you breathing goes and where it resists. Fill the map in from the “Does your body hurt?” article and use it as a frame of reference and progression.

Thats the beginning and end of the “friend” in your head who isn’t. Once this clicks it gets very addictive and you will have a first person perspective on what I meant when I said 81% of this realm are Slaves as I used to be one as well. Until I declared war on my (false) self and this is how one begins to awaken the Warrior within as it becomes quite evident that its the DKDK section that runs everything so why not get familiar with your strengths instead of hiding from your weakness which isn’t. The gift of the present often comes wrapped in papers of dread ergo on the chosen choose themselves as all is a test in this realm ergo one should up their res to beyond the forced perspect of accepted ignorance.

Till we meet again

Evil That Believes It’s Good

Have you ever wondered how we all know, off rip, when we’re being decent or wicked? Its almost like its standard equipment to have a moral compass that is magnetized correct, yes? Now, I know I’ve said that your parents messed you up like no one else and that is as correct now as it was then but there is another aspect and that is ones innate temperament. Ask anyone who has more than one child and they will attest that certain things appear to be etched into them as standard equipment ergo that tabula rasa concept was defenestrated, quick, when reality stepped in. Funny how that works, eh? Thats one of the reasons why mass delusions need to be constantly reinforced with attention pointed outward at a threat to prevent the recipient of said mind control from clicking the masses who are divided and conquered from one gen to the next thats to running an old OS on a brand new consciousness

Imagine what I said about that moral compass and then lets pretend that not only is reincarnation a thing but each life stacks onto the next to change what is etched as standard equipment and mindset. Some folks are great and, for some reason, a demon manifests in their midst that causes them immense stress and regret at not wearing a condom that night. There are themes and seasons behind all of this hence why its vital to copulate in a state of elevated consciousness versus mindless rutting with no thought or consideration that is the hallmark of this age as what you generate via “free” will can become exceedingly expensive. On the flip we’ve all seen a long line of uggos somehow breed the belle of the ball via a particular recombination that makes no sense, yes? Like I said, more to the heavens and earth, my friend. Anyway, lets pretend your appetite for destruction is not so much stroked but artfully masturbated from one life to the next until your moral compass now sports a totally different polarity to what it was, back when. What do you get? Evil that believes it’s good. Do you know what the kicker is? They are correct. In a sense.

This is why one who intends to transcend must first battle with the voice in their head before moving onto external aspects and then comes the boss fight which is duality itself. I mean, can you think in neither black nor white which accepts everything, discounts nothing and isn’t repelled or attracted whilst neither yearning nor missing? Add on top of this the variables of being male, female, with or without melanin, rich, poor, lavished with affection or mistreated and you’ll have a glimpse of two layers of the 8 veils of deception that go into “being human” as there is so much that kicks behind the curtain of ignorance that flipping your lid really is the only response that makes sense hence the schizo loses his mind, programmed, and comes to his senses which see beyond the limits of the EM spectrum and its tiny percent he previously accepted. The main difference between a mystic and he is the fruit loop tries to navigate the face of another planet using an earthbound GPS and then arguing and yelling that he isn’t where he intended whereas the Warrior looks around and sees the lay of the land as it is, pulls his tshirt over his head as he feels arms extend and then takes off from said plane as he gets the hint that, without him, none of this exists… That is a way deeper topic at an unfinitely higher res. This thread is more about life as it is.

Look around at the world and tell me what you think of the intent at the helm of this stage of the Game? Consider who holds the purse strings, what they did to get them, who they said you should keep up, the state of the educational system and what they’re actually teaching plus any other variable you wish and you will, in the end, come to the conclusion that something stinks and is exceedingly crooked. But, its also ubiquitous in its influence ergo how does one fight an Opponent, invisible? First, by befriending it and allowing it to teach you the outs and ins of how it wove that tale in your head, how much of it was inherited and exactly what is the legal fiction of JOHN SMITH and how does it differ from John of House Smith? What if both are fibs and in the midst you find your unfinite Self, pure consciousness, one with everything that may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm? Now, did you notice how something felt intuitively correct about this sketch? Like a pirates compass that points wherever you wish there was a twinkling which said “He’s right, left and Centered in Self, you know?“. Don’t believe me though, that would be stupid but many are equipped to do just this thanks to a couple of decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming and the rest of the mess they inherited from their lineages that lived the “Work, buy, consume, die” mindset from one life to the next. Never once did they ever stop to think what it is that does the thinking. Nor did many click they aren’t the voice in their head but that which listens. These are all factors of the demagnetizing and rearranging I mentioned and its why things go left for the proto-mystic turned schizophrenic as he, on some level, questions this investment and thus the Empire (which never ended) strikes back, preemptive. The Warriors zigs when they demand zaggin as he comprehends the subtle laws of cause and effect which when paired with the gnosis this realm exists within their consciousness creates an amazing mix in which one appreciates the Opponent as the greatest teacher that ever lived and one so wise they teach subtle truths with immense fibs. The discernment is on thee, my friend.

Now, lets recap a bit. Did you notice how that spells “pacer” when flipped? Why do you think Jobs’ clique picked “Siri” to become the apple of the next gens iris via an apple, already bit? Lets take something you already know and extend:

What if the serpent really wasn’t mad, bad and wicked but actually doing Adam and Eve a solid by telling them they were locked in a five sensory Matrix and the dude who built them to worship him was the Demiurge in fancy dress? What then? Who would you believe? This is why one must research the opposite perspect in order to build strong opinions, loosely held as these trees weather the storms of ignorance that are used to make rivers run red in ignorance for the beast needs to be fed. Lets pretend that there is a Prime point of origin that pre-exists and is perfect, unchanging and eternal. Kind of like your consciousness, yes? I mean, can you imagine not existing, my friend? Really try this imperiment and you’ll notice, quick, that there is always a state I’ve termed the Witness that is watching and rendering the connection from the Prime to thee. Thou are it hence why the Rebel Mystic of Islam said:

I met the one. He was me” and people prepared to either stone or exalt him as some compaii were with it as they pointed in the same direction and others wanted to dead it as they were of another resonance. Its a story as old as the hills upon which the Empire that never ended but simply donned fancy dress and the skin of the good people it killed in order to propagate its own brand of wisdom from one gen to the next. Like a parasite of consciousness, yes? In the linked thread there is a vid in which a shroom explodes its seeds, takes over the CNS of an ant and that then acts in ways, quite strange, to rearrange its internal frame of reference to assist the fungi in reproducing to the next gen. Can you imagine these folks had their own NHS and one lamented something unseen was pimping his consciousness and how he could see invisible spores of malign influence all around making their ecosystem strangely unbalanced? They’d bang him full of the latest medics, say he was a lunatic and strike his testament from the record, yes? And yet, from our scientific lens, he would be totally correct. With that in mind why do you think not one lettered man with an education behind him and even a basic rudiment of intuition ever stopped and said:

“Wait a sec – No matter their race, face, station, intelligence or even place in the historical timesteam, every single one of these nutters is saying exactly the same thing!“.

And yet, if he did, he’d uncover the predator of consciousness which is at the helm of his awareness for he believes he is John of House Smith and the System, gladly, furnishes all the money that is fit to print so he can pay the bills addressed to JOHN SMITH from birth till death and back again… Evil that believes it’s good has dreams for sale and there are billions served daily! The thing is there is a definite rhyme to the reason when it comes to this as its akin to a horses for courses thing. I mean, can you imagine living in a place thats a constant mild trip where everyone is super attractive and has loads of sex with no strings, hangups or worries about getting pregnant? Sounds like bliss, yes? Well, thats coming but first the humans will be remixed a bit thanks to the intermingling of carbon and silicon but wait, what of a time when we, as a race, were naturally telepathic and didn’t walk and talk but danced and sang instead? Suddenly the reason for such immense monuments around the planet makes way more sense, yes? As does the current spin which aims to break it all down to the lowest res possible so its akin to youtube, suddenly, cutting all global bandwidth two Two Forty Ps. Sure, you’d bish a bit but then accept and get used to it. Imagine in a couple of gen they “upgrade” to triple that. People would be beside themselves in the quality increase but that is only because they lack the frame of reference to even imagine the concept of Feelie tech in which you first person the script and think you’re living the internal sensations they’ve wired directly to your flesh thanks to the neural overlay. Are you getting my drift, my friend?

Now, that is simply one perspect because we have the spiritual to flesh aspect on one end and then the present which plans its ascent on silicon wings from the most dense to a higher res. If you wished you could describe one as “good” and the other “evil” but, in the end, these are simply concepts for the forces at the helm that alternate like the 1 and zero that powers the tech you’re wearing (in the form of breath) or the black mirror in your grip (voltage gates, opening and closing) or the whole day/night thing. Whatever you wish its simply one thing (itself, no thing) which is everything as we’re within a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness and the best thing about playing this immense Game within which we use our Souls as credits is now is the best time to make it your last spin by doing the Knowledge aka comprehending your true nature beyond and within this dimension as pure consciousness.

There is, as you may have guessed, way more to all of this beyond this super basic sketch as there is the whole moral compass thing we could speak on at depth as well as the tale which is old as the hills about how these forces came to be and the true nature of their conflict and the rest but the best way to consider is to think of pro and antagonists hence your mind is the battleground of good and evil, my friend. The question is, do you know which is which? Thats worthy of introspection because, in the end, without your presence to animate the potential of this dimension it is akin to a tree, felled, that neither was seen nor heard and thus may as well not exist like a comment that was sent to the web that nobody noticed or read. See how validation is addictive and totally wired into the whole deal, yes? And yet one who comprehends he is an aspect of the Prime, the pre-existing one, made flesh who interacts with figments of his imagination is providing to others what they cannot give to Self whilst, in the flip, doing the Knowledge and thats where it gets super interesting as you get a swift glimpse of the levels and rules of the Game which starts making a whole load more sense when its seen like a wheel within a wheel or dream wrapped in the same for the latter seem true and accurate until you rise in bed and try and share the gnosis of a unicorn shooting bullets of pure affection that, when hit, didn’t kill but bought you to life instead…

I mean, can you imagine trying to share the imperience to this with another? That shows you how poor this language is and why I term it Devilish instead as that is way more accurate when it comes to its rites and spells that are bound up in cursive with a past, present and future that is tense. None of that is an accident, my friend, but it does rep an opportunity to up your res and then you may just meet your own mythic creature in a vision that has you tapping the keys and sending articles to the web about how we’re in an immense Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits because my strong opinions are loosely held ergo always up for revision but if two or more peeps see the same thing in an altered state of consciousness doesn’t that make one wonder about what truly kicks? Just like how I shared every single schizo always outlines an identical sketch in which some force is tampering with their awareness but do you know what the best bit is? They are the only class of humans that don’t fall for optical illusions so what does that say about the rest, eh?

Till we meet again

The Fake Safety Of People Pleasing

Have you ever met a people pleaser? Maybe its you? Maybe it is and you don’t even realize this because your living situation, whilst developing, was such a mess that this coping mech grew to overwhelm your potential like a weed choking a rose that was then leveled over with cement. You can bet your last which one made it through a crack whilst standing on the others head, yes? Let me take you back in time:

As a child we are far more sensitive to the world and our position in it. Its a curious mix of expansion and contraction as this is what allows us to check its safe to continue playing. Think of it like the child who is out, with friends, and then momentarily runs in, breathless, to update his mother on what kicks. He isn’t doing this for her. Its for him. Its for the reassurance that something is solid and calm when the adrenaline is pumping. If you didn’t get this or, worse, the ones you sought comfort from had their own problems they either insisted you fix or treat like you caused them then join the gang. Congratulations, you may just have a Warrior within. This is the rose, buried in the cement of people pleasing or the flip, black sheeping…

If you feel hyper vigilant, are constantly concerned what others think, putting them ahead and treating yourself like a rear end then there is high chance you’re engaging in the fake safety of people pleasing. Its a demon, plain and simple. That is the best way to look as it as it gives you a handle to rip of the mask you’ve worn like your countenance. The problem is, for some, they’ve been lying to themselves for so long the truth stings to admit. Plus they have a laundry list of fake proof that this isn’t what I said it is. As championed by the voice in their head. Read this article to see how two words caused a thorn to fold in that created a choke hold like a too tight pearl necklace you didn’t know you were wearing. You know they’re formed by constant irritation, yes?

Those who are taking without caring are doing exactly what you expect in this realm because when the strong wish to eat the weak ensure they’re fed or they’re next on the bill. Its a cruel world and this truth underpins this. The facts as they stand are, my friend, you are actually extremely powerful but equally afraid of it. Maybe, back when, your parents reacted brutually when you were developing as they stomped all over your free will. It could have been constant onslaughts from all directions that had you wondering what type of hell you’d incarnated in or one undeniable shock that broke the lot and nothings ever been the same since. I know these pains as I lived all of them. And then some. They tried to bury me dead but still I rise instead… Thats the mindset need to crack the pavement so lets get to it, yes?

Grab a pad and pen and truly ask your Self what your reasons and motivations are for doing what you did for the rest? Is it a habit? Because you can’t help saying yes? That one, in particular, is an immense hint because we all know really well how the “No” habit rises in kids so you could confidently bet a chip that this met with massive resistance from one or both parents. You need to take a total inventory of ages zero to six. Write down all you can recollect then feel beneath the neck to sense the emotion when you repeat the statement:

“Inner child, tell me how it was back in (year you picked) when (this event) happened?”.

Sit with it. Sometimes it comes slow, other times can be quick. Once you rebuild the relationship then its on and cracking like a whip and everybody shall grin. Well, except for the voice in your head, that is. Much to its chagrin as this reps the weed that feeds and the concrete is the crap this world poured in your head and said “You better accept this, or else!”. Its all brutality, in the end. Think of it as spiritual circumcision that aims to snip what another sent as perfect. That should tell you everything, yes? There is a massive difference between the original blueprint and what the architect did, you dig? No matter though, we’re in the mix with the Opponent playing the hands dealt to win ergo do the Knowledge and be one up on the Game, my friend.

Keep doing that until you fill in the gaps, reclaim the emotive waters past and start conversating with your true other half. Like the article says, push the pen, look within and keep upping your res. Start reality testing as mentioned in this article and see if they do for you what you would for them. Some trees stand out in the forest of ignorance and this is the moment you take an axe to these one way friendships that see you as a meal ticket. Another thing, of interest, is to recollect the tone/emotion/wavelength they present and see if you can recollect an earlier event, whilst developing, that bears resonance. Come face to face with this and what how easy it is to refuse future requests as you’ve dove down to scratch the true case of the itch and thus no more digging at a pic which is the wrong time, place and location. Are you spotting the tricks of the Opponent in your head? When it starts to protest, recollect that negative thoughts are there to challenge. “All lies!” Is a great anthem when it tries to guilt trip you with that or this or says you’re terrible or reminds you of things that sting. Actually, the last one is worth sitting with. Turn the volume up on the sensations, take the remote from the them and then get comfortable with the pain and feelings as they release, steaming, like vapor from the top of your head as the stone in the pit of your stomach melts. That one is exceedingly powerful. After doing this get up, stomp and yell banging your heels on the pavement as a way of grounding your energetics as well then breathe in golden light from all directions to fill the gap thats left. This is important as its the reason why people leave bad relationships and then find someone identical out of the many people they could’ve picked.

We are creature of habit but they were built and programmed in stress and ignorance, back when, and the Devils greatest trick is keeping your best strengths well hid behind the fears you daren’t address. Kinda slick, huh? This is the Game, friend. Embrace the pain to win it or choose to live in ignorance of the force behind the curtain as you live, die and are mindwiped back into the flesh again hence the NDE tunnel with a light at end as you pop out from between another mothers legs. All of these relationships are terrestrial, in the end. I say that because some may find it hard to disconnect and place immense value on them but they are just part of the trick to keep you trapped in this realm of ignorance hence why I’ve said one must be totally detached but this doesn’t mean you’re heartless. Far from it as you are so generous you give them the same unconditional acceptance you’ve bestowed upon Self and that changes everything as you expect nothing from them and thus choose to give only what you wish ergo none of the usual emotional blackmail and headtrips that make up so many connections. I lace that as a hint because once you’re being real with Self you can expect the fakes around to start squirming. It will often be your nearest and dearest who comment “I don’t know whats got into him” or “Who does he think he is?” as they scheme and plot to bring you down a peg or ten. Why? Because change terrifies Slaves. Its just the way it is. They are so well adjusted to mass social sickness that one who enlivens their spiritual immune system is felt as a threat that must be extinguished by, you guessed it, that voice in their head. Ironic how there is but one Opponent who manifests as billions. If that isn’t the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled then I don’t know what is because where agnostic or religious I’m speaking on pure consciousness aka the all of everything which you can picture as a the flame which lit the candle of the mind encased in flesh so it behooves one to tell the difference between what is real and permanent versus temporal ignorance.

Do the Knowledge, my friend. If not for nothing else then to prove me incorrect cos I could just be bumping my gums on the web talking a whole load of nothing (as the voice says) or maybe, just maybe, you’ve been tricked into living a life that a little less than authentic? Reality test. I challenge you to challenge your Self. As a parting shot, let me lace you with this:

One who constantly looks to the outside for security and reassurance is, tacitly, admitting they lack those resources within. The other end of people pleasing is trying to be who they said its worth keeping up with or sporting a huge ego as you Thunk you do it big on the web and soak up the dopamine hits. Its all the same kettle, just different fish, boiling. Actually, make that frogs in the kitchen and get to leaping much to chagrin of the chef who hates this one weird trick because one you click that you’re a cosmic serpent undulating through time and you can speak to these younger aspects its amazing how stress in the present doth vanish as it all stems from the Adulteration of Inner Sense but thats another topic. For now, do the Knowledge and see what kicks as the wavelength shifts which proves reality takes place inside your consciousness and all you interact with are nothing more or less than figments of your imagination…

This is the Path of Power, my friend. An old way to a new innerstanding which certainly beats the alternative with a riding whip as who the F wants to spend their life like an orphan that begs when, in reality, none of this exists without them? Flip the script and tables as well as you didn’t come to sit at them but thats another trick of jolly old Saint Nick aka the lord of this realm who you tell your kids is real swell as he brings them material gifts and excess in exchange for a simple token offering but, just like the Devil, can’t enter on the reg and, in another curious sync, is linked with cloven hooves, extreme temps and the color red… Hmm, the Dual Reality Principle strikes again! Maybe all those dyslexic kids sending letters to Satan had it correct, eh? Just like the poor schizos clicked they aren’t the voice in their head before their life went to a living hell… More to heaven and earth, my friend as above these seas, Adulterated, there flows a current of pure Inner Sense. This is where the Warrior swims. In but not of this realm and that distance brings a gift as its the shift between “Imperfect” and “I’m perfect”.

Gift your Self the space. Do the Knowledge and vacate the ignorance within as you reclaim your seat at the helm of your consciousness for you are it, my friend and I am just a figment of your imagination telling you what you refused to comprehend from within as your body is constantly talking but who listens, in the end? Only the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within hence “Each one, teach one” is the mindset…

Till we meet again

Its Literally All in Your Mind

Its all in your mind” the Doc says to the neurotic who (thanks to the power invested in her by Google) is firmly convinced that her headache due to low levels of magnesium is actually an aneurysm. Do you know what the most ironic part of this is? The medical professional will not prescribe this essential mineral that is responsible for over four hundred different cascade processes and everyone is deficient in. No, he’ll pop out the latest pill that he may or may not get a bonus to sell and, hopefully, it makes her chill. Privately she feels he doesn’t listen. She sees random flashes of light, now and then, along with a cramping feeling of tension in her head that feels constant but seems to ebb and flow more or less depending on how she stresses. And this she does plenty, my friend. That is how we met:

That doctor is an idiot” she said, exasperated, as she tossed over her prescription for my inspection.

“Amitriptyline, hmm. Throw them in the bin and take these instead” I said, handing her a Magnesium complex that was a synergistic blend of L-Threonate (clearer thinking), Glycinate (brain health) and Malate (pain relief) along with a secret sprinkle of other things like a nice hit of L-Theanine (mellow vibes, come alive) and Tulsi for cortisol regulation. She looked at the pills and then questioned:

“But I didn’t even tell you about the whole thing? The flashes of light at the edges of my eyes, how my mind feels like its starting to slide as I slip and forget silly things and this really weird sensation that feels like a twitch but when I touch, nothing is happening. At least he listened before telling me it was all in my head”.

Take em or leave em, pay for results, recollect? Decide in your mind now what its worth to be free of all of these symptoms then take those pills and consume six a day, split, for a month then check back in”. She looked dubious but it wasn’t going to cost her a thing until she’d felt the effects so she said she’d pay “anything” to feel better as she was currently convinced it was a major malfunction. I recalibrated this to something more reasonable and palpable then sent her on her way. She dropped in again less than nine days hence and bopped in with a grin then said:

“These are absolutely amazing but that isn’t the main thing. Its my dreams. They’re super duper intense and mental as hell. What the heck is in em?”. Just another day at the drop in as I could tell, in an instant, what her problem is from the intense air of nervous agitation she always manifested with her presence. That and slight twitch in her lids, some dry, cracked lips and how her thoughts moved at a different pace to her awareness for her mind did flit. What she said in the flesh and energetic aspects provided all the tells and her self diagnosis was a hint that prepared that specific blend. I told her this was due to the mix of Vitamin B Six and Zinc interacting with the three forms of Magnesium which were facilitating a deep state of rest and associated neuro-correction needed to vent the aggregated stress that was looping in on itself and lead to her doctors visit.

“Huh. Makes sense. Anyway, listen, so I was running through this hospital but all of the beds were swings instead and you won’t believe who was riding them…” she said as we pivoted into the business of introspection at depth that, often, signals the start of a spiritual awakening. I say all of that to say this:

You are not a human being and the brain doesn’t create consciousness. The latter is what you is, the former simply conducts its from a place beyond this realm like a carbon based television set that plays out a script written, starring and directed by you. Pretty amazing, eh? We, of stripy toothpaste and flat screens, have been trained to think the opposite but that is simply a hallmark of the Game we’re playing and the current stage which is the living incarnation of “Make the lie big and repeat it often“. Apply that maxim to everything you currently think, hold dear and cherish if you’ve never examined, critical, or live the life unexamined as all of those second hand, third person perspectives you inherited and wear within are nothing more or less than elegant fabrications or outright deceptions built on the inversion of what truly is. Much like the Matrix, no one can be told of this but it becomes Self evident once you do the Knowledge, my friend. In this young ladies example she went, hyper quick, from being a modern liberal slash staunch materialist to something quite different that was beyond labels and outer things as she started comprehending the power of Self authoring. For her, the gateway imperience was her dreams as, before, she was too stressed to sleep, rose with a coffee and then spent the rest of the day chasing the tale in her head before having a drink to go to bed and then doing it all again. Once the Mg did its thing, however, things did shit, really quick, and when she asked me to help interpret her nocturnal visions I simply offered a rudiment perspect then directed her to access the child within and ask her what she thinks. Needless to say, she was hooked and, quite literally, a changed woman as she came to comprehend this scared and anxious little being that dwelled inside her shadowy aspects held a truck load of feelings never sensed and thus:

“If its all swings and roundabouts then it means everything has a message, correct?”. She nodded her head. “When else do you remember or link to the vision of the hospital?”.

“Well, I thought I was headed that way, for certain, as I was feeling out of my head and nearly half past dead when I went to see the medic. The web had all but confirmed it was terminal and all the pieces fit but I hate taking pills but felt like I had no other option as I really wanted an xray or something to prove it wasn’t all in my head”. She stopped, dropped a wry grin then said. “I guess it was though. Just not like I expected!“. She then went on to introspect how the image of there being no beds but swings instead that were filled with various younger versions of herself was an invitation to play and the whole thing had been expertly stage managed to bring said hints to her awareness because – “If I’d had the time off work to sit and actually do nothing I would have got the attention I secretly coveted back when but my mother, career woman, par excellence, was too busy to give and thus me and my inner kid would have finally formed the link which is what the pain was signaling as a massively roundabout way of forcing me to check in. Wow” escape from her lips followed by a long sigh that, to her, was invisible but, to me, spoke of her diaphragm releasing a long held belt of tension. This comment came at a later session as she’d been diligently upping her res as she learned to speak body language and had started building a relationship, nourishing, with her Prime resonance I call Inner Sense. I say all of that to say this:

Its literally all in your mind.

All of it. Me as well. She too, even if you’ve never met and only Witnessed her energetics, vicarious. This is why the very act of looking changes what is observed and how apples are actually any color but red as that is the belt of resonance they reject but we accept as self evident. Do you see how slick the Game is, my friend? Thats just one basic deception on a tiny wave of the EM spectrum and thats before we even get in to why you should never trust an atom because they make up everything. What do you suspect is in the mid that is surrounded by nothing and yet seems totally solid? Information. Let me share something which is sure to flip your lid at the implications:

Fifty thousand foot rolls of polypropylene were unwinding at high speeds for ThreeM, back in the Eighties. A thousand feet per minute is a pretty good clip but what came next is the key to the Matrix as it showed, real well, the edge between matter and Spirit as the environment filled with a wall, invisible, that people slammed up against, and yet, they could not see a thing. But for sure, they felt it. Their hair stood on end, clothing was snap, crackling and flies were drawn in like the force of a magnet said “Come on down!”. Two hundred Kilovolts per feets were clocked by David Swenson via his precision instruments with fine tuning plus that was before even entering the zone… Make of it what you will but, to me, the view tells it really well when you take what I’ve said before into consideration as this electrostatic field, twenty foot thick, handled its biz as the workers looked on in amazement. The saddest thing about life is we ignore everyday miracles and their implications as to the bigger pic.

What do you make of this, my friend? Well, whatever you get I hope you recollect that its literally all in your head because whilst that may be the place you know your mind best in this realm it certainly isn’t its point of origin nor final destination because what if we took that field of electrostatic and named it “John of House Smith” then placed your awareness within and as the charge dissipated called it aging and death but then you found what you classed as the end was simply regaining access to the whole range of the EM spectrum as opposed to a tiny, tiny bit that your mind, encapsulated, distorts, filters and edits before creating a narrative based, mainly, on what you expect which is, if you stop and think, about as wild and outrageous as it is calmly logical, yes? In between these two polar opposites sits a state I’ve termed the Witness which is the same, one life to the next, or awake then in bed whence you see technicolor dream visions behind closed eyelids that seem super real and interesting until you break the loop and step back in to a higher state of consciousness which is, in the end, the same thing but another octave hence you never die nor live, simply visit and if that isn’t a pretty amazing way to speak on the Game we all play using our Souls as a way to gain access then I don’t know what is.

As things expand they become coherent in their resonance. This is our natural state that I’ve termed Inner Sense and, like heat, it has no limits. Actually, the Planck Temp is another hint that we’re inside a thing which is a simulation of something else but thats a deeper topic as there is, for certain, an Absolute Zero which hints that chill, like evil, has limits whereas good cannot be conditioned as it constantly springs from within. Unless you dam the well and redirect the currents from two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” as its this type of rhetoric that creates hypochondriacs, par excellence, who daren’t admit they’re balls of stress held together by bands of tension based on a lack of attention when developing which, like an EM field, exerts its own resonance that carves out a niche in the elements and thus we’ve not only unsquared the circle of being human but blended them, so well, that a spiritualized spiral doth ascend and tastes, once again, true freedom in the flesh and the anamnesis it brings ergo you can’t help but grin at the sheer ridiculousness of the waking dream you once invested in for it seemed so solid and believable. But, don’t take my word for it as that would be foolishness, par excellence. Instead, do the Knowledge my friend for the Kingdom is within… A quite accurate way to start considering is the image of Atlantis in which we have a central island surrounded by a ring of water and more, concentric, repeat the resonance. Imagine there were no bridges and you were scared of stepping in to the water ergo you lived and died in the mid and never clicked the rest that kicked as the limits you simply accepted were meant to be pushed against. Lets pretend you come back and, this time, you nurture that spark of rebellion and make it your lifes work to cross the great expanse and then you meet other Souls, expanded, who are like “Took you long enough!” as they could see thee, perfectly, but them to ye was as an invisible as water to a fish.

Thats a pretty accurate sketch to fill and color within, around and all over the lines your Self as when they say reality is what you can get away with its meant and I mean that in the sense of the spell they tack on the end of “govern” to show who rules your head and says what it is because, in the end, we’re like an idea that sits in an immense field of localized electrostatic that we term as the flesh and when its new and daisy fresh the resonance fairly pours out from within as this realm cannot contain the unfinite hence the two decades of training, as said. After a while this glow dims and we stop asking questions and believe things are solid but this is akin to wandering around a tiny island you know super well and missing the rest of the links as that take developing a special type of resonance and numinous grit this brings. Now, if one does, the rest can and, pretty soon, its no big thing to flit between the circles and people wonder how those, back when, never stopped to examine what was always right in front of them. This is, my friend, the difference between a Slaves and Warriors inner realms… Its literally all in your mind.

Till we meet again

A Friend of the Lonely

He said “I am the friend of whoever is lonely, in all truth you’ve never left home without me. It may be hard to perceive, many do not believe but we are closer to thee than what flows in your veins and yet as vast and distant as time and space. Permeating through all of this is your ineffable essence that makes this realm possible. That, my friend, is a gift. From me, to thee. Go, go out and see, feel free to view the web that ThreeD does weave but remember, merrily, merrily, merrily for this life is but a dream. In your resonant presence a stillness is present, just waiting for you to come back to your senses and unwrap its gift.

When you do, my friend, you’ll wonder how you missed something so Self evident. So, go on, injoi yourself!”.

He said “I am the friend of whoever is lonely, in all truth you’ve never left home without me. It may be hard to perceive, many do not believe but we are closer to thee than the thoughts in your dome and yet as vast and distant as past and future as well. Permeating through all of this is your ineffable essence that allows this realm to manifest. That, my friend, is a gift. From me, to thee. Go, go out and see, feel free to transcend what the voice in your head says but remember, merrily, merrily, merrily for this life is but a dream. In your resonant presence a silence is singing, just waiting for you to cut loose and join in.

When you do, my friend, you’ll wonder how you missed something so simple and Self evident. So, go on, injoi yourself from one life to the next but recollect:

The madness of crowds is epidemic. Whilst surrounded by noiZ you’ll never hear the Psylense. This is but one of the many challenges one must be willing to overcome and unnumb what once sensed this via flesh before that glow did dim. It did. Don’t look at me, you created this because what you accept but don’t reject is given the go ahead to manifest. You have a voice, use it. Same with your brain as well. Knowledge isn’t a case of learning but remembering what to forget, in the end, as only that which stepped in – pure Inner Sense – can exit or transcend but there are a great many deals and traps designed to ensnare your attention for those without the connection are constantly feeding and, right now, they’re baking beasts of men before they slide that silicon in and make this the new word made flesh:

Even then, we know well, the element that rebel will be present but the truth of the matter is now is the time when its simplest to find the exit within and die to the world whilst still living and resurrect your Self from the grip of the impostor in your head that would never, ever tell you this. These are the polarities of ignorance and wisdom, my friend, for is it not a fools errand to think you know everything when, in reality, you Know not what you didn’t suspect. Its a dark side of the moon thing, itself another hint as there are plenty spread around for those caught up in the mix”.

“But whats the point?” I replied, exasperated. “They may as well be in hieroglyphics for all the comprehension they beget”. People have been tricked, hoed and pimped by those in charge of the realm that pretend to be what they made the rest forget. Sometimes I feel like I’m on a Quixotic quest and others its like pushing a boulder uphill. I wonder why I care and then the answer comes flowing in without a word being said as its pure Inner Sense:

“If you were someone else and they’d clicked this aspect you’d appreciate very much if they shared the wisdom whilst living so you could have a conversation and step into the same resonance”.

“But what if the rest of the realm gives not one single solitary F as the trance they’re in was wove so well by those who broad-cast their spells on the tell lie vision sets filled with regularly scheduled programming and psychedelic vibes to blow the minds of all who connect to the web they spin without ever questioning the intent of the spider in the mid. To them I may as well be talking in riddles and yet I feel the suffering, seeping out of them but they, like light shining into darkness, do not comprehend the shadows depth nor the true source of illumination that powers this”.

These are questions only you can answer” he said. “Yes, the Path is thin and its been paved with thorns since you stepped in but you can handle it which is why you still tick and we’re having this conversation in the depths of Psylense for most, in such extreme isolation, would straight flip their lids but you chose instead to do the same with the script and its then it clicks the childs hand scrawling ink that wrote all of this still dwells within and he bought you to me. The rest is what it is so, in that respect, its playing out as intended yet? After all, one who rejects what they offer is no friend of them and thus you must expect the ones holding time hostage to use every trick that prevents you from sharing your wavelength. Its also a test. A one man mission into a dangerous realm in which you hunt and scavenge the wrecks and provide your own training to remember what most forget:

Me and ye are the same thing.

Blasphemous for some but then they cash false checks and must pay with pounds of flesh draped around their consciousness. Its why only a small percent, on this stage, are capable of decoding the resonance. It wasn’t always like this and their reign too shall end but, for now, the battle rages within and most don’t comprehend their mind is in the grip of something so incredibly polished and slick that it reflects back an image to induce a state of hypnosis within that tells them what to think, feel and do from moment to moment. Aware them to this and it, not the Self, will react and use their mind like a puppet. You must question why you picked this challenge, chose this time to manifest and the rest. I can provide hints and help, will always be there to protect but you’re in the deep end and never stopped to check in or take lessons on how to swim so there must be some type of method to your madness, we hope, otherwise its just outsane. The fact we’re speaking holds a meaning ergo share this with the rest and transcribe the moment as we, together, dance and sing as you ascend the octaves for one cannot be lonely the moment they comprehend that a greater aspect of them never left but they were, instead, made to forget instead when they started writing. Heh, they certainly aren’t without a sense of the ironic, eh?

Lighten up, chill. If it happens, brill. If it doesn’t? What else? Think of it as practice. Sewing seeds for trees under which you’ll never sit nor can you taste the fruits of your efforts but that was never the purpose, now was it? I saw the deals you rejected. The prestige laden accolades and tricks that promised that and this, if only you’d acquiesce. Right or incorrect? Who knows, only you, I guess. Well, me as well but, at the moment, I won’t tell as you’re just too darn interesting hence the optics that focus, in covert, in your direction. Its a twelfth to six thing when one sees the shadows depth ergo that means you’re two steps ahead but if they’re thirty one in front of the rest then its no wonder the plebs don’t get what you’re sending. Have you tried shifting the resonance with some creative thinking? I know your tone is conversational and your parables potent but you can’t expect one who thirsts to consume a stream in one belt. Reeleyez is the hint, ya underdig?”.

I did. Talking to my Self is always such a flex as it highlights the limits I thought I’d transcended because its a Ten Eighty degree thing hence in all three worlds in one instant. A friend of the lonely indeed, as well as action and I heard what he said on FM so lets see why we shared this convo with the rest because if its the hallmark of madness to do the same whilst expecting the flip then why do I keep sending articles to the web that so few seem to comprehend? Is it because I’m of the ilk that would rather serve it pure and direct than tapdance it to hell? Maybe. That I can’t help but feel that would disrespect the essence because if you have the connect that is most generous then why add in your mix when the resonance speaks for itself? Leave that mess to the church and crook with the plate for collection as we’re talking about gnosis in the flesh and not a second hand sermon. Actually, I’ve got it! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, you truly are a straight up genius, my friend. How you speak without a word but talk in Psylense to ensure the optimal environment for the lotus to bloom within. My appreciation and thanks are eternal so it goes without saying but it makes me feel so amazing ergo, once again, I’m stating my gratitude is immense for this truly is an adventure in the flesh that was lifetimes in the making.

Till we meet again

Why The Pyramids Were Built

Lets pretend we live in a realm that is totally perfect. There are no languages, castes or division as everyone is telepathic. Due to this the level of empathy is immense as they see themselves in others, reflected. Not just among humans but animals too as they have their own consciousness as well. Things are going swell. Till they didn’t. Its still pretty slick but some of them have started wilding, in the sense that they feel more dense and less spiritual. This is a new imperience and some are quite taken by it as it makes this less nebulous and far more intense. From them start ejaculating various tones of rhythmical cadence. The animals, too, do shift as do vast chunks of the environment. The next blip is akin to the previous vaporous state becoming a rain of torrent that doesn’t end. In the literal and metaphoric sense. The old ways become those of legend and tribe thinking is in. People are all talking body language as they still have embers of recollection that do ring in the newly created chambers of consciousness. To those born in its as natural as water to a fish and thus they revel in the environment and don’t question the dip or skills that they miss. Every now and then, however, a child manifests with a golden tint and sings the songs of back when with no education or external imprint as they’re impressed in his Soul. From this come the legends as others, too, gain a spark of remembrance. It is here where the pyramids were built as, via this conduit, the old ones were speaking and telling them what comes next as well as the true history of their planet and how it fell from perfect resonance to increasing incoherence.

Its worth noting that the minds of these people are still head and shoulders above where we sit and the most ironic thing is they were used heart based consciousness and thus, as the child sings, they’d join in and, together, create a sort of “innernet” that allowed them to build fantastic things. This, by the way, is why so many ancient monuments were built around acoustics and echo chambering as it was akin to going to a modern rock concert where it was turned up to eleven and the crowds on tilt. Except the opposite as they had appetites for construction and wished to warn the truly fallen (ie us) about the true nature of the Game we play.

Does this seem fantastical? Not possible? A wild imagination letting rip with things for which no proof exists? Well, how about this:

The Great Pyramid is a One:Four Three Two Zero Zero scale model of Earth in space and time, when it was built. Immense claims need proof gigantic so lets wheel them in as well, yes?

What more can I say? The monuments are there, in stone, so examine away and disprove my thinks, if you wish. I could be totally incorrect but it does seem the above is how it kicked and we, the remnants, are about to be uplifted on silicon wings as Siri slides into your iris via an apple, already bit. The symbols are the tells because man, in ignorance, is easy to influence with cheap parlor tricks but these work not on one who has awakened the Warrior within.

What comes next is simple as we, soon, shall have one language that will be way more musically rhythmical than the old Devilish spell with its “weak daze” imprint. The implanted tech will bring mind to mind telepathy and life will become like a mild hallucinogenic trip and you can guess the rest as we ascend the steps of the pyramid to the land of milk and honey, golden, before we go through it all again. And again. And again. Can you see why I’ve said the Game of Souls has you, my friend? I recollect old lives and spins yet to happen as there will always been an element that remains coherent to the way it was and shall be once again as the rest are akin to nightmares in a dream that never ends until one recollects they’re the only Soul in the realm and thus playing a Game of “Lets pretend!” as they forget they’re gods to become mere humans.

Thats why the pyramids were built, my friend.

Its the same with why we see similar things all over the realm with their own rhyme and reason as well as so many common links in myths and legends as they were not only a step ahead but had another dimension to play with as well. Remember I said they spoke different, back when? What if this tongue, in rudiment, still survived as well? We call them numbers. Its these, or to be exact, the relationships and harmonics therein which are important as they encode a phenomenon known as precession. This was, back when, the secret of secrets that was played close to the chests of those at the helm as it meant the difference between life and death when the periodic catastrophes swung in hence Mayans claiming the Fifth Age of the Sun which links with the Hindus stating we’re in the of lead that syncs with Greek myth about the ages of heroes and how its universal across this realm that things were better, back when. Except for Egyptologists, that is. According to them it was all “Ooga Booga!” PYRAMID! “Here’s an iPhone” as that makes a load of sense, apparently.

The human mind is delicate and jealous thing hence why the gods we build are in the image of the hemispheric balance presenting. Thats a deeper topic but, in general, we ain’t what we used to be, Lucy. The older humans in this realm were not only more humane but far more intelligent as the child attests for they step in, identical, before we flash the current OS into their heads which is akin to having a holophone into which you install the firmware of a Nokia brick. That is what we’re all doing, my friend. I hacked tech, back when, before someone did the same to my consciousness and, since, I’ve been reverse engineering the attack and the picture that comes into my vision is truly beyond the comprehension of one who thinks that stripy toothpaste and flat screens means we’re doing it big. Case in point, did you know the ancients used bark from certain trees, each of which were picked for their own natural strengths and remedial effects? Meaning, you could need a gleam and breath freshening ergo you’d select Neem. Lets say your enamel was thin, well you’d choose Miswak then. The list goes on and its immense plus regional but this screams of high intelligence as it always blew my mind that nature could create a fast food that is wrapped in hardy, biodegradable packaging (that can withstand the elements with tenderness) which you can eat, plant the seed and then feed the whole village with. Totally amazing. Then you consider the fractal resonance of why carrots, sliced, look like eyes, walnuts are brains, perfect, alveoli looks like broccoli and the rest of the Game you can peep, freely, by looking around curiously. Nothing is hidden from the eyes of wisdom:

This is why Tesla, I suspect, said “Think about vibration” and called Einstein a fraud in purple dress. One could argue a case, very well, that he’d actually tapped in to the secrets of the cosmos that were used, back when, hence why his inventions were mothballed, super quick, and he retired to spend his days talking to a pigeon that shot laser beams of consciousness from its eyes that sent messages to him. Does that sound outsane, my friend? Consider that, back when, the concept of flight was something that man coveted as it seemed nigh on impossible then ponder the Nazca lines (which can only be seen from high) and how this may link with this:

Which, when built to scale, flies perfect:

The Hindu texts are packed to gills with refs to high tech and flying machines and some speculate, freely, its what drew Hitler to seek at the North Pole for the old things they left when the planet shifted its resonance . Its worth noting that at the end of dub deuces we saw the first reported “crash landing” of a suspiciously fake looking alien and, not long after this, man was taking steps on the moon as well. Or so they said. Not to get all tinfoil but I strongly suspect that what we saw looked super sketch and, besides, doesn’t anyone but I ponder the improbability of a moon so big that just happens to fit the size of the sun, perfect? If not the One Oh Eight resonant sync that sings out across the solar system should get one pondering and then take into consideration the sigils and glyphs woven by planetary orbits and the music of the spheres doth sing and the only logical conclusion is we’re inside a simulation as the pieces fit too well. Consider this:

And how I said in this article that Nintendo – of reptilians kidnapping the sacred feminine who is rescued by an average man, again – had a Bowser on deck but were hacked by another of same name as well. Make that make sense, my friend, and you may just click what I meant when I said the odds of us wearing flesh in the realm is about as a thin as you sitting in the cheap seats, nosebleeding, with a blindfold on your dish as you sling a dart into the stadium and hit the only magic mushroom growing with pixel precision on its head. Even that is being generous and I strongly suspect that, back when, they were more attuned to everyday miracles we choose commonplace ignorance instead as our base resonance. Get it? “Bass” as in, how low can you go? Not much more than this, I suspect, as evil has limits like water, frozen, whereas good, the other thief of duality, ascends beyond polarity until it turns to steam and its the cloud of sentience to which we all pay obeisance – whether religious or different – without comprehending we’re it and consciousness is everything aka the nebulous “Holy Spirit” that is often reffed but rarely seen and science deals with, completely, by calling it the Hard Problem that is created by the two pounds of fat inside your head. That, as you may have already guessed, is totally incorrect but we’re playing the great Game on a hard stage as the chosen can win the Soul and heart for the exit at the spin whilst the ignorant will remain plugged in and sex their semi synthetic humanoid companion till the sacred cows come home again and are dipped in red before being killed to usher the rebirth of the nuclear phoenix after the Samson Option kicks in… Which, as you may have guessed, already happened back when hence the refs to leprosy and funky white skin with odd colored eyes as the melanin was stripped in the aftermath of a weapon that burned the heavens like a thousand suns rising in unison. But, thats a deeper topic. It does explain, pretty well, why Scotsmen wear kilts, yes? I’ll let you draw the link.

Till we meet again