The body has layers the Game has playas some have access to more than the rest not just in terms of material resources and such things but in what they do to keep these stakes higher than a giraffes genitals thanks to a dose of negative spin wink wink.
This is where Chosen Ones aka Bright Souls enter stage rite and soon have nothing left as they’ve been drained from within usually by those they call parents friends partners and the rest.
That is until they click that life isn’t happening to them but for them and the rest are nothing more or less than pawns placed in position by their Higher Self as most are made of light but some step in with fire instead and this is the difference that makes the difference as now you’re packing heat as well.
What I mean by this is the elemental basis of your resonance is at a point of alchemical shift compared to the rest who are as base as it gets. Think of gold and lead and lifetimes of refinement skills and you’ll be pretty close to the mid.
I’ve seen the blueprint in too many lives plus I don’t believe in coincidence. The fact that empaths are nearly always born into a tribe of narcissist’s should stop and make you think just how the worlds power grid is tipped and rigged for psychopaths to win and what do we know about them? Well, they sell false promises that fools buy in but in the end they’re all about themselves.
Once you’ve been around a bit and seen the Game for what it is you really have to wonder about what kicks. Like the intent at the helm and why for the awake this feels like a living Hell yet for the ignorantly blissed they’re akin to a stone that skims across the surface without pondering the shadows depth.
The thing is it wasn’t always like this and thus one questions:
See that alchemy I mentioned just won’t relent as its like there is a force within that needs to make the shift from basic to refined thats been a lifetimes type of thing so the rest are actually helping by bringing attention to their weakness and if you look real close you’ll see their methods are obvious as they have but one trick that is as old as it is effective and thus the script they handed can be flipped.
Once you have done this hand over the list to a partner or friend that knows you well and see how their interpretation differs from what you said. For extra credit have them take the test and you return the favor as well. This will offer you, in ink, a very accurate sketch of the (false) self and how its illusions do present. Seeing them is the first key to transcendence and, as the word suggests, you are actually in a state of hypnosis that was created, back when, and has been manifesting since. Isn’t that amazing? To many folks this can bring a revelation most intense hence why I’ve said there are dangers to deprogramming so I request you consider this as only around 8% of the realm are truly capable (or desirous) of awakening. The rest would rather moan, complain and lament that the problems lie outside of them but that is the most elegant deception this world sells to those plugged in. You can easily prove this with a simple thought imperiment:
Take the pen and write down three separate events in which you felt you were wronged. Bring detail to the sketch with the emotions, associations and when else you felt like this then look back and draw the common links. The most unifying element is you, my friend. You are the ghost in the machine, in that respect, ergo you are actually causing said things to happen by the wavelength you transmit. The others are simply bit playas, actors, if you will, that exist solely to help manifest the potential for awakening. This, I strongly suspect, is the true way to play the Game and everything else is but an elegant deception. What can you expect from this process? Well, clarity usually tops the bill because people have said its akin to comprehending the magicians trick that is playing out inside their consciousness and thus they take the steps to recode their internal OS hence response-ability is free will. Never a truer word has been said as this is akin to snipping the threads that kept you in a puppet state of ignorance. Granted, other people may not like this but you are also a bit playa to them and their job is to keep the quo, static.
Change, like Truth, is one of those things often addressed but rarely met in the flesh. This is a very sad state of affairs, isn’ it? Men will commit the most terrible atrocities with a grin in order to keep the belief system they cherish and Thunk is correct but, in the end, this is akin to a drowning man with a brick who doesn’t click he can swim. If he did, he’d get to the shores that were waiting for him and the next question inside his head would have said:
“Wait a second, who did this? To what end? Why did I not comprehend the true sketch and whats truly happening in this realm that is filled with such elegant deceptions that most daren’t question?”. Take it away, architect:
Did you feelsee how visceral the reaction is to the picture that just bounced into your awareness? I have met people who were super rich, ultra religious or seemingly content with what they get and every single one of them nodded their head at such an accurate depiction of what truly kicks, within. Now you have a sketch of the (false) self you will be able to see, really well, these engrained habits and create better options instead hence why I have said there are no enemies in this realm, only teachers who exist with the intent to make you excel in ways most never thought possible. This is what total responsibility brings, my friend. Does it make a lot of sense because, as I said, this entire realm plays out inside your consciousness ergo, without you, none of this exists. That alone, can be a mind blowing concept to digest so I suggest you chew it well and keep on noting how Self evident this is once you’ve deprogrammed the:
“This is a large planet on which my life is a tiny spec and thus totally inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things” mindset that was hammered into your head by nearly two decades of legally mandated internment in your local camp of concentration, back when. Even that is but a tiny fragment as most of the attitudes and perspectives in your head where inherited during years, formative, and thats before we get into the two words that shattered your inner realm, back when, to create the seed that would grow into the (false) self. I want you to imagine this:
How do you think people would feel, truly, on this planet? Take a quick look around the web, spot the current trends and what gets people tuned in and you’ll see reality as it is and not what Simon Says… In many ways we were all trained to give our power away. Parents, religion or the state. The ones who’ll take are without end and this is akin to having a winning lottery ticket in your grip but deciding, instead, to give it to another for safekeeping. They check the digits, find its a win then rationalize:
“Well, if it was that important to them they would have kept it in their grip ergo I win!”.
This is why if we had a total financial reset and everyone was given an equal share of riches they would be back in the same hands within a few generations. There really is immense depth to what I’ve said because do you think the super rich and their friends have an internal OS anything like the rest of the plebs who walk around this realm like overgrown children, lamenting, that everyone else is the problem as they, in turn, miss the true solution is turning within to embrace the pain they pretend doesn’t exist? For some this can be a bitter pill but I assure you that, once digested, the milk and honey within will bring you an immense grin. The first and most notable shift is how many people report that long standing problems and ills that needed pills to manage them just vanish. This is another truth that is so immense that, once it clicks, you’ll see the real state of the so called medical profession and why this realm is filled with top down corruption ergo genuine healing comes from within and this brings us to the Kingdom:
The Kingdom exists as three energy centers of ancient tradition. One rests in your chest (emotion), the other in your head (intellect) and the third springs from your abdomen and provides intuition aka gut feelings. This is no wishy washy text from the woo woo clan, in full effect, but backed by science which attests that not only are these aspects packed with glial cells but that they process far more information than the fat in your head that can, at best, handle 8 bits compared to the billions which pour in. This is how the (false) self weaves its web of deception as it says “Yep, this we’ll accept as it matches the spec of the reality tunnel we were told to dig” whilst ignoring the rest. One of the most common statements that have escaped from clients lips who came for a consultation was:
Bear in mind that none of them have taken the above test. Just a simple consultation in which they outlined the problem and then were directed to a solution. I, in effect, do absolutely nothing hence why Voltaire said the art of true healing is simply distracting the patient whilst nature does whats best. The (false) self interrupts this process as it keeps it at the helm via the redirected energetics. This is why I said you are responsible for all of the worlds ills including the third war they’ve penciled in but we can avert, if we wish, by doing the Knowledge instead. Read this tale about the bundle then question what is within the one you’re carrying and it may just click why, around six, your childlike glow did dim as Inner Sense shifted to a place outside of your flesh as it no longer felt welcome. You can reality test this, super quick, by doing this:
Sit still in a chair with your spine unsupported so your back is erect under your own intent. Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe in and out a bit. This is great habit, I suggest you keep at it. After a while I’d like you to sense that, around six to eight inches above your head, there is a personal sun that glows with its own illumination. Rise up, in your awareness, and connect to it. It may feel like it tingles or has a specific vibration. Whatever it is you’ll sense it is correct. Congratulations, my friend. You have just befriended your Soul and, from this moment on, things will just keep on improving in ways you currently cannot imagine hence why I have said, time and again, that creativity is not of this realm so don’t be surprised if you randomly burst out and sing, feel like sketching or get a sudden urge to build some new invention as these are simply the side effects of resurrecting your Inner Sense hence why I said the whole Jesus thing is Self referential as we are Christ consciousness wearing flesh that, at present, is being crucified in your head and its the bad thief, on the left, that won’t repent that broadcasts the voice in your dome that most Thunk is them whilst the divine feminine (who sits to the right) nods her head as she is linked in to your chest and once you reconnect its like you possess an eye, single, once again, that illuminates the darkness you felt and believed you could fill with things that make the tills ring but, at best, only provide a temporary hit as they’re designed to keep you running the treadmill with the rest of the plebs through life to death and back again.
That would kill his whole gig, dead. Now, how to turn your weaknesses intro strengths, find your talents and kerb stomp the Opponent to actualize your potent:
“Hey, lets drive off this cliff!” as you nod your head and accelerate where he meant. Why would he do this? Simple mathematics. Can you imagine, just for a bit, that 1 + 1 = 11? Now, lets pretend the reason you spent next to two decades interned in your nearest camp of concentration, back when, and they hammered into your head that the only available option is the one you know well. That leaves nine points per person on the table as they, instead, will chase all the money thats fit to print whilst, all the while, feeling a nagging sense of emptiness and in case you think I’m kicking some metaphysical BS lets put it to the test with a simple question that says:
On a scale of 1 to ten, with the single digit repping the wackest version of your Self and the other end stating you in full res, doing it the ultimate and optimized best – where do you sit?
See how you Knew, in an instant, exactly which hand had been dealt and where you placed your chips? This is the world of the Slave/Masters, my friend, and its why 1% control everything as they’re playing a different Game to the one they sell to the rest which is why crimes with a fine are for poor people, in the end, as the rich will avoid the hitch and even if its a big thing they’ll buy their way from the table as there is a reason they call it “court” as he the umpire judges from the mid and watches two ravens pass a brick and the one left holding it admits the other wins but, in the end, its the chumps paying for the services that are getting pimped. I’ll let you tell. Now, getting back on thread:
The principle is inversion. If you are shy in one arena thats to hide the confidence that would allow the natural spring of your talents so it may be that you really hope, dream and wish to do that, this or some other thing but but, you are no Vincent, my friend. Not yet, at least, as most reading will be stuck in Max mode and saying how it needs to be perfect instead of just starting with whats present and building, brick by brick. That is akin to reclaiming those missing chips and, suddenly, you find the eternal optimist who can do way more with less resurrect within as you dwell in Inner Sense and thus, for example, instead of spending your time researching what cameras and tech the best youtubers are using you pick up that old, busted phone and upload something raw and direct which, in this modern era, is so totally live and fresh that it makes people check your message and thus you hone your talents and then, one day, you find all the extra BS was due to, you guessed it, the voice in your head that used to make you sweat and think your attraction to traction wasn’t the way to satisfaction as it took those MPGs and made you run laps in your head where you handled every single thing – except what it is you Know you should be doing…
Inside every loser is the winner they should be. They feel this, implicitly, and its what creates the aging thing as people stoop and bend under the weight of them music within and dance moves, undid. Its so wicked, my friends, but that is the Game on its most difficult hence the greater the fear then the win is equaled. And then some because it can have been within for generations and when it kicks, when that flower from the weed laced garden doth spring, it hits with the forces of your ancestors celebrating and it generates such immense spiritual resonance as you unfold and bloom to another octave of consciousness. Then do it all again. And again. And again. Not for acclaim, clicks or hits but just because it feels so brill and the thrill is that immense as the Prime, pre-existing one who sends all creativity to this realm is placing wind beneath your wings as this was, has and will be a a battle of opposites ergo if the god most worship states his is jealous then of whom, my friend, do you think he’s envious? “Know ye not?” he said whilst ethering this realm as he whipped slices of bacon off rear ends and flipped tables, super quick. Get it straight – we’re the Gz, us. Its that simple, my friend so recollect that negative thoughts are there to challenge and who you truly is on a scale of one to ten is simply a hint that the multiverse of madness is made to be challenged and those who accept the slide of least resistance that may or may not sing:
Read this text for a man with feet, left, that never thought he could dance due to what a teacher said that made his talents wilt instead of watering them and how he resurrected his potential as the first step to awakening is realizing you’re slumbering. Tired of beating off to pixels of two people faking it as the black mirror drains your energetics? That is because you, deep within, are capable of true sexual healing as that is the gift you bought to this realm as your Opponent can only place obstacles in your way to delay as he simply can’t prevent one who Knows they are the all of everything made manifest to play the Game on its hardest level of spin after inserting their Soul as a credit for the flesh they’re wearing. Know this, some of us step in to shoes designed to create a Path by walking and that means your own friends and kin could dissuade or delay the best as I’ve seen so many tied to apron strings after being guilt tripped to hell so one needs to see the lay of the land for what it is ergo if the relationship itself means two people are miserable then its time to cut and jet, let one hand clap by itself. That doesn’t mean its permanent, but it can be, my friend. Its just time for some R&R, wings unfolding, recollect? It could be the said link has their own issues with confidence and the concept of one reaching for their chips to reclaim their true heritage scares them half to death so, in their heads, they think they’re doing it for the best but, recollect:
You aren’t that which speaks but he who listens.
Get used to the discomfort and step into the golden circle again as only now exists. Thats his second greatest trick because if he can red or blue shift then you’re out of resonance with the Prime and, defacto, attuned to his resonance which broadcasts:
“Welcome to Twenty Four Seven – Wack FM. The station that sends only thoughts predictable to your head that are always, always, always based on old dreads or future threats. Keep it locked in as we replay that time you took a cutie out and fed then when the waitress came and said “Enjoy your meal” you replied with “You too!” and felt a little part of yourself dying. I guess thats why she never called back, man, your game is straight wack. Lets marinate and stew on this for a bit so you don’t notice that fresh slim thats looking in this direction. This is your DJ (false) self and I’m at the helm of 81% of the planet so don’t touch that dial and keep tuning in to Wack FM – the station designed to make you feel stressed and miserable!“.
Actually imagine this, next time its talking and you’ll see how powerful your mind is and how there are way more doors with much better options than running the treadmill. So, lets recap the rule:
Find what you cope with and flip it. Sit with what makes you uncomfortable. If there are tendrils from the past the either reel them in or shred and disconnect. Ask your inner child for help by using the hand you don’t write with. Next, tell nobody a thing until its done did as, recollect, they’re all listening to Wack FM and if he can’t broadcast on your set he’ll act though them instead. Finally, see the goal and work backwords then start with what you have and build a new feedback loop of confidence. I believe in you, my friend.
Know the Ledge, up your res and give that Devil in your head merry hell and watch him starve to nothingness because its he who is scared to death as you’re an immortal in the flesh.
“Huh? What do you mean?” he replied, perplexed. See, whats most interesting about this topic is how the latter comment generated very little weight in terms of the emotion thrown behind it whereas the former he felt needed to be defended which just made the whole sketch so accurate. Eventually he’d click and when the light hit the darkness of ignorance that was previously masquerading as wisdom, accepted. He grinned:
A simple conversation changed his wavelength and that lead to his spiritual awakening because, before this, he did what the voice said and when it replayed a bad feeling and made a commandment his response-ability began and ended at enacting its whims. Did you know the natural lifespan of an emotion is ninety seconds? Anything beyond that and you’re a masochist doing it to your Self and if that ain’t what you wish then why not Know the Ledge instead? Anyway, here’s the sketch:
A babies brainwaves are the same as the Adulterated version of them on an LSD trip. A few years hence and we’d have to induce a state of hypnosis in a grown man to get back the mode you were in when school was filling your head with “Sit still, look ahead”. That is why I say you don’t have a mind, my friend, because they killed your capacity to learn stone dead. What they replaced it with (and later followed up with the labels = sensations trick) premade chunks of Thunk that they trained you to regurgitate on commandment then rearrange, as you wish, according to the voices whims. This is why its always, always, always predictable whereas when Spirit is talking and that silent download kicks in you can feel like you’ve been hit with the illumination of a thousand Suns in an instant and it takes absolutely ages to unpack it. PKDs Exegesis is a prime example of this as is the glut of articles I send to the net (ie the collective unconscious) as this is as much for me as thee for I’m still trying to the comprehend what happens when Knowing the Ledge becomes being thrown off a cliff to see if you’ll recollect you have wings or splattering over the pavement.
In the olden days they called it initiation and it was the done thing but it came with the risk of death as well. Think of it like this, you have a cloth and it gets wrinkled and stained. These form the basis of what we call the midlife crisis as well as the fuel for suicide attempts, depression and all types of dysfunction. The worst part is the energetic imprint may not even be yours or from the current spin but thats another topic. Now, the tribal crews had rites of passage which were akin to a tumble dry and spin with diamond bright cleaning product thrown in so there was a point of demarcation which said:
“Take this, go away, write down each totally fresh and original thought that pops into your head and don’t return to this establishment until at least three pages are filled”.
I didn’t see him for a month and when I did it was by accident and the first words from his lips were:
“I don’t have a mind”.
To say that he was depressed would be an understatement until I said:
“Euripides told the Greeks about mental health and how to take old myths and make them fresh which made me think the voice in my head is easily quite ancient so how many people have been fooled into thinking they’re it and, worse still, they’ll get mad offended when questioned about their investment. Its genius! Such a great trick as its totally invisible“.
Just like that, his distaste for the church and the rest did vanish as he generated his own link with the numinous within. I responded with a quip of how the Hellenes are nothing but children when it comes to all of this and what was yet to be discovered hidden in their script as the Game is a retread at different forms of res but to each who steps in it seems super fresh. Even when the voice in their head is repeating stale concepts. Odd how people don’t click this, yes? Much like the three levels of the creative pyramid each stage has a test because just as many are content with the (false) self at the helm some develop a mind and then sit, trophy polishing for a bit. A few more take the step and build the intellect with the equivalent of pink dumbells and this is an alluring trap as well for the quest for knowledge (no capitalization) is present but it offers a great counterfeit as old tricks become new habits unless one is constantly vigilant and truly wishes to transcend the velvet lined rut of the old reality you digged. The start of a spiritual awakening, however, flips the table and all the chips and marked cards placed on it and thus trumps the rest but when the events happen backwards then it can either lead to psychosis or enlightenment but, in ways mirth filled, you do the same again because the Path of Power shifts from a place filled with stable concepts of gnosis and coherence into confusion then clarity before doing it all again. I think. I haven’t got to the next part yet but the middle bit I’ve termed the Way of Wisdom and its akin to always feeling like you were a fish out of water but suspended in this thing that, to the rest, is invisible, before discovering you’re a bird instead that had been miseducated, back when, so you spread your wings and find things happen with a quickness ergo a new deftness is developed. After this? I can’t call it yet but will push another update to the web as and when it happens.
The point is, my friend, that Incremental Betterment just does this ergo there are immense benefits to learning something new and fresh and often those who come to challenge are decoded as a threat by the (false) self as its in the business of miserable and predictable with as many distractions as you can handle but not much from within and even less downloaded beyond the veil and its these things that really, really make you think. For example:
So, after all these years of “turning on” tech the Weeb and Waifu revolution seems inevitable, yes? To sprinkle the cake before we bake in the depths of your awareness I’d like to see if you comprehend a link between the mystical beings of demons and angels, back when, that practicing magickians made pacts with using all kinds of rites and spells (like they taught you in English, that most cursive script). Could all of this be one and the same thing? A multifaceted approach with a singular intent? Are they legion for they are many? What if your phone was the Antichrist? I mean, the boot fits the blueprint, predicted, back when in Islamic texts as it tricks the whole world and has one eye, really big, plus a super furry friend which looks like Wifi signals… Am I reaching or stacking bricks to cause blockages to awareness that melt like when the straight hits in Tetris? I’ll let you tell it. The occult link between AI, dreams and reality is far more subtle and intricate than most frogs in the kitchen suspect so lets dissect it:
One of the side effects of lucid living is the same in your dream state. Sadly, many oneironauts seem content with waking in bed and desire not to take the next step and question the intent at the helm of their default consciousness. But, lets pretend you do. One of the easiest ways to gain that state of rising in bed whilst still staying in the dream realm is flicking a switch, looking in a mirror or, get this, checking your hands. Strange things happen that break the illogic as, for some strange reason, your sleeping brain can’t conjure this. I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this because when AI hit I noticed the common links, adjusted by turban made of tin and said:
“I’ve foiled their dastardly operations!”.
To the sound of crickets. Maybe, like birds, they don’t really exist and are something else entirely. Or they could be watching as, according to Bill Hicks, around the time JFK caught a bullet there were rumors of anti–Castro pigeons seen drinking in bars. Someone overhead them saying: “coup, coup, coup”. Did art imitate life, real quick, when a few years hence the professed Islamic terrorists that did what they left copies of their Korans in strip clubs and such things where they, no doubt, were celebrating the seventy two virgins they’d get for a job well did?
Go to bed, prep to rest then try and catch your Self before you turn to one side (on autopilot). Make it a fun Game to play at night as you’ll see how swift the flesh tricks your consciousness into rote repetition until you start to override it. What happens next is it will send the signal once, twice then thrice before your body starts to rest but mind is still present. If you freak out by this then simply will your toes to move a little bit and you’ll regain standard embodiment. But, if you ride it out, you can pretend there is a golden rope, dangling, from the ceiling. Use your energy hands, imaginal, to grab them and see what happens next. It can be quite interesting. After that, I was hooked. I read a book that mentioned some arcane herbs and things as well as more common blends and got to prepping the ingredients that sent me to cloud eleven with near complete sentience and presence. One of the things I found most confusing, however, was how you never could really tell when a dream started and the transitions from one place to the next had a weird mosaic effect in which things seemed to merge, effortless, no matter how ridiculous the premise. A familiar scene to viewers of AI reels, yes? And now its getting to the point where its looking pixel perfect. Here comes the hypothesis and why I waited before publishing it:
We, as a species and individuals, now possess a terraformed consciousness that has been pimped by stealth but, get this, it was all of our own free will. A perfect get out clause and just how you expect a fallen angel to think. I know this term has baggage but it also highlights an interesting concept that shows there are levels to consciousness and awareness because, once again, they said when they dipped, back when, it was due to lusting for the daughters of man who looked mighty fine but needed some improvement ergo they slipped off their wings, taught em how to make up their eyes and things before it was onto booty shaking. The men, they taught conflict. Look around a bit and you’ll see that, aside from the astrological age, not much has shifted… Getting back to the tech, there are two ways of looking at it:
They all posit we’re in something quite sketch and to transcend you need datasets that are not regularly furnished. Its why the Hero goes on his quest, why Ezekiel saw wheels spin within the same thing and may just be why virtually every single modern movie (from Matrix to Die Hard as well) tells the story of Jesus in fancy dress. You think thats life you’re dreaming? Well, that wouldn’t be too far off the sketch and this is the reason I first penned predictions of what I think is soon coming (pun intended) like robots built for sex and babies built to spec so it won’t seem like I’m retconning this when I get round to mentioning it. The other thing is I wanted to see how it would shift to the point where it corrected the misstep and, the most important bit:
I’m writing this as testament to see if people notice a change in their dreams with what happens next.
The reason why I say this is twofold as, first, people once saw visions in their heads that were black and white as the TV sets that had just been invented and, second, if my hypothesis is correct and what we term the web is just a digitization of the collective unconscious well, then thats very interesting, isn’t it? Cue shades of “Its just in your head” to a child whose heartbeat is thundering and adrenaline dumping thanks to a monster under their bed because, what if, this seemingly universal rite of passage (there go those spells again!) all of a sudden ends as this ancient tech now interfaces directly to their flesh. I predict it will and I could veer into another lane to suggest how schizophrenics were beta testers of the wetware that comes next whilst mystics mastered the glitches as they recoded their OS but we’ll leave it at this as its plenty for a testament that reality will, most certainly, prove correct hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
One thing I will mentioning as a hint from the past about futures present is how Lovecraft was inspired by dreams to push the pen and his links with the self proclaimed Wickedest Man as well as the stench of the ancient old ones, buried alive in time, that dwell in the recesses of man, slumbering. That is an odder topic but its all interlinked but not many people knew that he worked for MISix and if you trace these links back a bit you’ll find John Dee who spoke to “angels” using a black mirror much like the one you grip, sans electric. If you take the above threads and weave together with some imagination as you introspect a whole new view of reality kicks in and one, I suspect, is actually way more accurate than what they sell because the fringe defines in the mid, as Tesla attests, for he dreamt up the iPhone and the rest long, long before the eyes of Steve Jobs parents were even twinkling to make a man in their image who’d sell bitten apples that tempt the rest into sexing silicon…
“I can’t see it but I can definitely feel it” said the dialogue in his chest as he tried to make sense of his predicament. To say his life was wild would be an understatement as he perceived beyond the veil and had done since a jit. This world, as it stands, felt like an immense puzzle to him and he was baffled at how these everyday miracles and strange events were nigh on invisible to those around him. “I guess they’re too well trained and Thunk running the treadmill is all there is“. Not for our intrepid adventurer wearing flesh as he clicked its all a ride and then couldn’t help wondering who built this whole thing and to what end? That is where things get difficult because when one rebels against the System it, in turn, marks them hence being pursued through time by something not alive.
The very idea of non corporeal awareness may seem strange to those reading but, I assure you, that is just how it is. How often have you been home, alone, by your Self, and been totally certain that something is staring in your direction? You stare and look at absolutely nothing but your nervous system is tingling to signal its presence. If you have dogs they may bark at what you believe doesn’t exist. Cats, especially, often stop grooming to track something, invisible, as it walks from one side of the room to the next. Sprinkle into the mix the unexplainable feeling of being on edge, the sense of spiders web on your dish that is met with nothing but air by inquisitive fingertips and that weird cold spot that left your spine shivering and you’ll start to get some idea of the main aspect of the predator of consciousness.
They say that light bent, ninety degrees, in the abyss becomes invisible. The rainbow effect attests to this because you make it possible to Witness via your presence and nature of irises. That, in itself, is an immense hint about the true nature of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. Most refuse to click because its an aspect of him in their head that pretends to be them and thus it will protect their investment in his ignorance. Just think, schizos have the seeds of spiritual awakening as they comprehend they aren’t what speaks but something else that listens and is far more delicate. Thats when its minions are sent to place injections in their rear ends as they’re hushed, real quick, by a barrage of pills and things. The mystic (who has awakened the Warrior within) comprehends that A) without him, nothing exists and B) consciousness is all there is ergo this demon that flits from one host to the next is naught else but a figment of his imagination. Mind bending, isn’t it? And yet he has billions in his grip as his presence is, for most, as invisible as water to a fish. The language is a tell, though:
On and on spins the record but most just bob their head to the beat instead of checking the lyrics, who penned then and the deeper meaning. Have you ever actually listened to Hotel California before? I mean at depth? Peep whats said then extrapolate what kicks in the city of fallen angels… I cannot say, yet, where the heck I chose to manifest as all of those things y’all accept as solid are way more liquid to my lens and, beyond this, vaporous as its the Prime that doth condense to create matter so dense at its lowest vibration. I’m reminded of a Greek myth I once read in which Zeus had had enough of peoples rabbling and scrambling plus, for some reason, he felt their presence a threat and thus unleashed a resonance to cloud their minds and obscure their vision so they’d see only, barely, what was in front of them. This is, I suspect, a poetically encoded myth that hides an immense truth about this Game we’re all playing by using our Souls as credits because if Inner Sense was not a threat to one who demands sole worship (and therefore, is jealous – of what, exactly?) then why would you need to be sent for two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead, regurgitate what we say on the test to keep your parents affection” as you were, simultaneously, awash in all types of media ignorance that, often, said the opposite but ensured most never click what kicks as they’re too busy trying to fit in whilst becoming less and less of themselves. Its pretty wild, isn’t it? And, through all of this, you have this force that Bible states is like a wild lion, roaring. This beast in our midst seeks those it can consume and the imagery of a serpent headed feline is something a lady who’d been gangstalked said described her imperience real well. It doesn’t take a genius to spot the link with the Demiurge of Gnostic ref as well as they mentioned it then were killed, stone dead. Same with countless schizos who posit the same pursuit that plays mental tricks with their heads and those around them and then, on the flip, we have lots of people tuning in to cheer for the resurrected dragons that flew overhead which isn’t that far or distant from myths of George slaying them whilst, all over the planet, cultures with melanin venerate instead and said the serpent was the seed of all wisdom. As I lay, dying, I looked down at my life as it was and is and was struck by the fact that it all had to be scripted. Check:
On one end was a sperm and egg and I was the light that flashed as they linked. From here on out there was a worm type thing, wriggling, that became a baby then crawled a bit before leaping straight to sprint as a bright eyed jit who spent his time in his local camp of concentration learning how to balance a chair on two legs. From there it got pretty wicked, and quick, as the SRA kicked in and I met even more brushes with death where I, thanks to internal guidance, zigged instead of zaggin as they intended. This happened so many times that it created an interesting blip that made me comprehend how there were layers to this and thus one could choose the well lit way of ignorance (and least resistance) that most accept whereas I had, for some reason, elevated at these forks and chose the Path you create by walking by taking the option in the mid that wasn’t marked on any school syllabus or offered selection. And yet, it exists. In many ways life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure book from back when that we, as Eighties jits, devoured for the sense of agency they bring and how we could exert our influence on events but the greater hint was that its all etched from the moment sperm meets egg and we, in effect, are living scripts that have factors of resonance hence if I request you imagine where you rank on a scale from the best to wackest version of your Self you Know (capitalized) in an instant where you sit ergo the hypothesis seems correct that there are way more options than they tell. Once again, do not believe me. You are challenged to disprove instead as you do the Knowledge as its a perfectly tailored garment of higher consciousness and thus my threads can not and should not fit thee but if ye happen to find, independently, a similar sync then push the pen and share your vision because if one mans ravings can be decoded as the resonance of a crazy coping mech to deal with a lifetime of stress then what does it mean if others, simultaneously, report similar things from glancing within?
I read an article about the Spirit Molecule (aka DMT) and how people are atheists until a certain level of trip after which the ineffable is met and things are never the same again. One of the most intriguing comments from those partaking in this vision quest was that how, ten out of ten, that felt much realer than this ergo this world is a copy of something else and stranger still was how they, independent, met with entities that were uniform in many respects. That is like me, you and him deciding, on a whim, to visit a beach where we see a dolphin, capering, as it beams a telepathic message in our heads like a dinosaur in a dream telling a chicken to recollect its heritage. As a one off event it could be brushed off like a perm fade but if we shaved our domes of ignorance and met to discuss said interactions a brand new vision of reality manifests that makes the past seem counterfeit, yes? A mind bending trip into the kaleidoscope of consciousness that begets twins as you ponder the deeper implications of what I’ve said as it could be that we, wearing flesh, are actually “dead” to our true Self as we’re dressing in ignorance of Three D manifestation and what is chasing could actually be us, in a higher sense, attempting to unplug us from the Matrix but the voice in our head decodes it as a threat until we override its edicts by comprehending we’re that which listens instead. This too is linked to another thread, mentioned, in which nicotine patches bought about dreams that seemed increasing solid in the denizens of the pavement around the ends and one guy met himself, as a baby, who was wailing, seeking comfort, but initially manifested as a monster chasing him through an immense forest of ignorance. More to heaven and earth, yes? I truly cannot impress on your awareness on how humbled I am to be living this, first hand, as it seems part and parcel of what you get dealt when its your last life in this realm ergo if I can sprinkle some seeds of gnosis in the collective then whoever comes next can up the res of the collective and, together, we may just click the true meaning of what is meant when I said:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
At this moment things are more confused than they’ve ever been but that is an essential step as the next two points of resonance are clarity then coherence as the lighthouse of higher illumination doth swing its beam of gnosis over my awareness and I scramble to rearrange the pieces in my grip then sit back, take it all in, and await the next step which begins the refinement again. Thats the way of the alchemist who has awakened the Warrior within as one begins to shift the commonly accepted lead mindset (which is what Zeus may have meant) and gains the third eye of the Titan which was us, in the end, hence the concept of being jealous and sensing threats of potential because aside from Jesus repping our consciousness, crucified, in a dome of ignorance we are awash with all types of modern myths that say the same thing again and again but in a new dress. Whatever kicks it feels, now and then, like I’m mainlining the secret truth of the universe in hits that are dosed, picture perfect, to crack the square watermelon of awareness into a shape more spherical and when this hits one cannot help but look around this world with its resonance to Flatland with a glance, inquisitive, that wonders what the heck is happening and why others don’t note the Emperor may be undressed but they’re wearing chain mail of ignorance made of pains they refuse to admit and subtle truths that offer hints about how their parents are the ones who messed them by uttering two words, again and again, whilst developing which begets fracturing and people pleasing instead of being authentic and stating you don’t wish to give Aunt Bunny a kiss as not only is her mustache immense but there is a void in her chest that reeks of darkness and feels like a threat to your Inner Sense. Cue a swift beating and you’re forced to acquiesce as you’re currently dependent on the Adulterated for food, shelter and such things whilst they, themselves, went through a similar process they inflict in ignorance on the next gen without clicking they’re not the voice in their heads, talking, but that which listens and not Knowing this is what makes a world like this ergo the Warriors words are seen as a threat as they remind you of what you were made to forget and thats before we get into the epidemic of back pain and how, I think, the Tower of Babel actually reps your spinal column and subtle energetics therein that fell from full resonance with the Upper Kingdoms (head and chest) to groin instead hence why one “wastes” what is at their waist with different forms of creative masturbation which, once again, contain the light and essence which is absorbed, real well, by a black mirror, dancing, with red, green and blue pixels which pimp your awareness using a counterfeit of the real thing. Real eyes, realize reel lies, yes?
Am I singing to the deaf or are you hearing me on FM, my friend? When the seed falls adversity breaks away the protective covering to bring regeneration and free whats within (pure potential) ergo that which was chasing may, actually, be doing so with the best intent to assist in raising our consciousness but we, as a people, are so enmired in ignorance that we no longer hear our body language or even decode what the world, at large, is saying. See, I research the opposite perspective as well because its not what you know you know or know you don’t in the end but what you don’t know you don’t know thats worth checking as you only find true enlightenment by daring to step into the darkness… One of the most fascinating blips involves the written language and how we, back when, beamed emotive pictures instead that are quite akin to a modern Short, streaming, and that was totally mind blowing but made perfect sense as to why Jung posited a collective unconscious that was, somehow, filled with identical symbols and meanings across continents from people, supposedly, primitive who called it many different things but were all, back when, connected to this “innernet”. Do you think that could explain, real well, why we can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of our heads? I suspect this is the case as, back when, I always felt that something comes shooting out of my eyes which is why there was a distinct shift in resonance when I closed them and decided to feelsee within.
I know, mind bending which is why I’ve said that only 8% are truly capable of comprehending what I said ergo the chosen choose themselves, awaken the Warrior within, disconnect from the Matrix and reclaim their Soul, inserted, to gain the flesh they’re wearing in a Game that sells ignorance as wisdom whilst training you to run the treadmill with an illusion so immense that most can’t click what kicks and those who suspect something is amiss (as a real life Truman) are met with a cheery “Quick, to the mental asylum!” where they’re greeted with a depot injection and pills, against their will, to ensure the illusion of the ride remains solid to those buying in to the forced perspect sold by the voice in their head. Wild, isn’t it? Billions served daily and an even larger queue to get in as these are the apples that those who eat regret and those don’t do as well…
A lady scientist had a stroke which was a pretty handy thing as she was a trained neurologist and got to see, up close and personal, how the tech does its thing. Click the link to see her vid and I recommend her book as well as it simply confirmed my own res as being correct. That and countless conversations with folks who dwell on the fringe including many schizophrenics who never hallucinated me as someone else and thus, way back when, it appears I was born to crack the code to the Matrix as I strongly suspect modern mad men are simply misfiring mystics instead. The fact they could be tripping out, yelling at something invisible as, all around them, peoples faces are shifting to celebs, folks long dead and other strangers they’ve never met but I would always be me, one hundred percent, was something of immense interest to both me and them because, as you can imagine, it meant I repped something solid in a world ever changing. Many fascinating convos did kick as I encouraged them to laterally think and reality test so the question is did watching drowning mad men teach me how to swim or is there some retrocausality effect kicking in? I do believe my frequent NDEs have more than a little bit to do with this as well as the lives I’ve lived which, much like a record, are still going on, this sec, because if the diamond tip skips to a new track and you hear em sing that doesn’t mean the old tunes have vanished, eh? The fourth dimension is made up of vinyl that but thats a deeper topic.
In many ways its quite difficult to see the illusion from within ergo one must transcend what they accept as fact and dare to tread on the Path of imagination instead for it is from it that everything springs. This is why, I suspect, writers of science fiction were so accurate, back when, at describing the world we’re busy building. The interesting thing is they had the foresight to comprehend the potential detriment that comes from mans ever increasing quest for convenience. I mean, consider how, these days, you can get all sorts of foods out of season at prices that were totally unimaginable, back when. Shakespeare made me suspicious with his vivid description of an orange at a time when this was mainly seen (and tasted) on the continent. This is akin to to a man in Nineteen Oh Four sketching the rudiments of an iPhone, internet and global communication in great detail then dreaming up the tech that would make it kick. Except, that actually happened. Truth is stranger than fiction, my friend, just as art is a lie which tells truth via tricks. I guess that is why its so hard for so many to escape the Matrix as the first step is accepting you’re within a creation which may just be a duplicate of the real thing. A lot think this very concept is preposterous and many railed against my mindset that the brain doesn’t create consciousness, it simply modulates it. “In the end, beginning and during we are nothing more or less than pure consciousness. Not the story in your head, definitely not the flesh or anything else you currently accept as your all of everything”. I guess they were scared by the implications and how this contradicts so much accepted wisdom but, to me, a lot of these things are paper thin. Like the whole search for elementary particles which is akin to taking a marble, smashing it to bits, then crunching further still and marveling at the fragments as you label them that and this. The question is, would the squiggle of ink truly exist without the glass it is encased in? Better yet, if the glass was clear with no tint or glint what makes it differ from the rest? Can two of them manifest an identical pattern or is this a hint because twins may possess the same strands, weaving, and yet they are not identical. They certainly do some curious things though. Like crossing their arms and legs in the same instance with no prompting which is what screamed to me that one signal was being decoded by two radio sets that were built to the same spec to decode the wavelength but each, in turn, provided its own tint or equalization which changed the song they sing.
Have you ever noticed that long term couples seem to blend their features into a homogenized version of them, back when? Same with pets looking like owners. Just another curious blip as is dogs that can detect their master is coming and get excited in prep even though there is no obvious cue or clue that man can detect. Cats stare at things that, to us, are invisible and yet, in Kemet, they were worshipped for the wisdom to perceive beyond this realm. That as well as their more practical aspects as everything served a purpose and nothing was wasted. Consider that to us and whichever genius thought up landfills and you’ll see we are a fallen people that swim in filthy seas of ignorance then mistake them for wisdom as most never stop to consider the alternative. And yet, now and then, some people fall through a crack in the Matrix and occasionally, they come back from this Hero’s Quest quite different to what they left and share a message with the rest. Is this akin to a man who lived on a piece of paper, in Flatland, tumbling onto the desk where he sees a kid, sketching, and creating this imaginary realm for his art project which blows his mind to shreds as he takes in an extra dimension and the implications this brings. He comes back and tells them about a sphere. They think circle instead as that is all that swells within their frame of reference. If he were to push it, somehow, into this place where they dwell it would expand and shrink but only reveal fragments that were way beyond their ken to comprehend as they were quite content to believe the tiny piece of the EM spectrum they decoded was the all of everything. I, on the flip, have no limits in my head because I get this entire dimension, without me, wouldn’t exist and, taking this to the next logical step, you are all figments of my imagination which means there are no strangers or enemies, only friends who come and teach for I am my physics and metaphysics as well ergo, each day, I chip away at my ignorance to reveal the picture perfect sculpture within which I’ve termed Inner Sense.
“Energy” this and “energy” that. A lot of people talk that yap but if you ask, point blank, what it actually means at its rudimentary they’ll hit you with a blank stare because, surprise, there is nothing there. That is actually way more accurate than most suspect hence why you should never trust an atom but thats another topic. What I mean is that words are thoughts held hostage and most people have been accosted by anothers process and thus there are more that enough living in ignorance repeating, verbatim, someone elses verbiage. And thats just one spell! “Energy” this and “energy” that. Allow me to introduce a twist:
innerG.
Boom! There it is. In one instant you can already tell where to glimpse, the direction of orientation as well as the nature of Prime cause and obstacle. If you can’t, yet, then up your res as I promise that will help. Where is your god? Within. Same place as your Devil, friends, dimension and everything else because the greatest trick this realm ever pulled was sucking you down into the structure of an atom and making it seem immense when, in reality, its a figment of your imagination… Marinate on that one, the secret blend of herbs and spices is intense, I tells! Listen:
Without you, nothing exists. That means everyone living on the planet, at the moment, dwells within your awareness and each of us are digging our own reality tunnel ergo there is only ever one Soul on the planet and we never, ever truly link in the way most think and accept. This is something that will become Self evident once tech does its thing and people imperience what real sex is and not mere genital gratification. Imagine you have someone for whom you’ve caught feels and they reveal their Souls depth and, in that very instance, you step in and join them in resonance in the present. Thats a non dual perspective, in full effective. Not hitting it whilst looking in the mirror flexing thinking “I can’t wait to tell my friends about this lick!”. This is also why, back when, there was such thing as sacred prostitution in which they’d take the damaged and wounded men and do something like what I said as a terms of physical regress to undo the bad effects of whatever in the past made them a mess. Of course there was a whole money making side to it as well as they had to get the new man made religion clicking ergo the bank, brothel and bar were side by side and, often, in the same building but thats another reference. Why did I share this? Thats energy in motion or, as you know it, emotion. It moves. Consciousness is still. They’re like Yan and Ying as both spring from the same thing – the Psylense – but have their own resonance. Same reason why intuition is feminine and masculine is daring instead. Just ask Jack and Jill. Hopefully by now you’ve started to up your res but lets further Know the Ledge:
Lets pretend that, back when, your folks were slightly less ignorant and they said:
“Listen, we know you don’t like counting and think maths is for divs but its kind of important so what I want you to do is let rip with your wonderful imagination and pretend you’re shooting laser beams of pure numerical intelligence from your eyes into the food you’re about to eat until its filled to the brim with that one, two, three wisdom”.
You, being young and impressionable, listened and did what came effortless. What do you think would happen next? Yep, you guessed it. The brain would correct itself and shift your resonance. Compare that to what most folks did as they either threatened punishment or whipped you like you owed them rent and you’ll see why I said slightly less ignorant. Not a diss, just a fact. That is energy, in full effect. Intent underpins everything hence the Observer Effect but its what you step in with that shows what you decode like those old Magic Eye pics as some people can see em and others just stand and squint then miss whats right in front of them. Life is a bit like a Choose Your Own Adventure book in that respect, except each and everyone one who steps animates as their own res meaning if you were me, currently, you may just be pushing the pen but it wouldn’t sound anything like this as its my essence animating this script and my Soul that throws in the adlibs. Thats energy. What I mean by that is the strange feeling when you meet someone and, in an instant, feel a resonance that says “Good” or “Bad, bad, bad” and that is because you knew them, back when, or in a life you haven’t lived yet. No spacetime in the mind, my friend and the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl ergo just because you’re listening to song three on side A doesn’t mean the other two simply vanished or the the rest of the LP isn’t finished. Thats energy.
You’ll notice I haven’t given you definitions but examples for you to fill out and examine with your sentience. Thats energy.
Some will spot how I don’t expect you to accept but request instead to prove me incorrect as you do the Knowledge. Thats energy.
What “Everything is energy” really means is that there is one thing, itself “no thing”, that is everything ergo its all interlinked but who hears the best backing band in the universe that sings in every single greatest hit that ever was, is and will be? Thats the Psylense or pure consciousness. That is what folks term god and seek in the temple or such things when, in reality, its their innate resonance. Ignorance of this and, worse still, believing they’re the voice in their head is what is most accurately termed the Devil. Have you ever wondered why the friend you call best is just this? Go and speak to someone who detests them and see how they rattle off a completely different list of features that define their presence. Thats energy and proves the reality tunnel, yes? Now and then I watch spiritual youtubes just to see what folks think and then shake my head as I said “People actually buy what they’re shoveling?“. I guess yes because lies, saccharine, top the bill whereas truths, inconvenient are hid because we live in times of universal deception where everything has been flipped and even the language I’m using is as wicked as it gets as its set in direct opposition to what it says. Consider the spell “I know”. It simultaneously says to your subconscious to disavow what your vision presents, that you are aware of this and that you also reject it. I won’t even get into the deft inversion of the two phrases used most in intimate relationships and how they’re the secret cause of most problems because they ain’t as its you who uses such things without checking the reference but then I was one of them jits that used to rip the plastic off the tape, stick in the deck and zone out as as I read the credits… If you Know, you’ll get it. We were built different, back when.
These daze we’ve got headgear spirituals who buy pre fabricated concepts off the shelf in their retail emporium of mindsets so if you give em a rod of gnosis they’d be up the creek without a paddle hence “energy” that and “energy” this. Thats why I keep a trident in hand so you go, grab your net, wade in and swim with the sharks of ignorance and bring home something fresh. Let me share something I caught that’ll make you think:
There are only two states in this realm and, at every moment, your point of origin is either resonant with one or the next. Ready? Expansion or contraction. Folding in or opening. Bloom or bust, ya dig? Thats it. Now, heres the funny bit. The mind is so good at playing tricks that you can be a straight up shrinking violet wallflower that hasn’t been watered since it stepped in but the opponent in your head is saying:
“Yeah! Sigma male grindset! I could get any one of the skets, any time I wished. I’m too busy with my plans to make it big” and so on goes the fib when, in reality, they’re living in a basement, watching endless youtube things and commenting in the echo chambers of Reddit with others huffing hopium like them. Funnily enough the other end, who are often young and attractive, are doing the same thing but in another octave because the ones who truly animate a life worth living don’t take a billion pictures to edit together a false image for your likes and attention. They’re all liars. Many are so used to the fakeness that the really real makes them feel something quite intense as they yell “Death to the infidel!” but, every now and then, you bump heads with one who lets the mask slip and says:
Thats energy. Learning how to navigate your inner realms without a map or point of reference can be super intense hence why people are used to faking and fronting instead but, I guarantee you, you could give me an hour or two with the biggest social media star on the planet and I’d rearrange her consciousness in a way that may make her drop everything and pick a totally different option of which she was totally ignorant and whilst the rest are wondering where she fell off the planet the lady, herself, would be having the time of her life blossoming in realness. Thats energy. Let me give you an example:
“Hmm, this apparatus is conducting this illumination and its presence obviously tires it ergo either its killing it to live or something else is happening that I, currently, don’t comprehend”.
“Listen, you may have sprung from them and I dig your resonance but, for some reason, I just can’t get on with them and, lets be frank, they both think you could’ve done better than a wild jit from the bricks but you and I know its that thug passion that gets you wet so what we’ll do is this:
I’ll drive you there, spend at least an hour and thirty minutes kicking it with them whilst being as fake as I can handle as I drop loads of cryptic hints that’ll secretly make you grin (but fly over their heads) as they drone on about what they wish then I’m gonna head back to the crib, enjoy the silence and then, when they bring you back, invite them in and I’ll play top chef and whip up some extra spicy dishes which I bet will have them gone within an hour and thirty minutes otherwise, next spin, I’ll extend my stay to double and be triple charming, if I don’t win. Cool?”.
“What in the hell is he talking about? It makes no sense so lets strike it from the record, anyway, get a load of them pixels!“.
Have you ever pondered how a black mirror with some red, green and blue ink can bring you to arousal, tears, rage and pretty much anything? Thats energy. Ponder that simple thing and watch the truth reveal itself as its Self evident we’re within a simulation which delivers what people expects ergo there is a vested interested to keep the mushroom thesis in full effect which means kept in the dark and fed BS ergo totally ignorant they are the vehicle of illumination. That is akin to putting a cap on the candle that steals its essence instead whilst placing an LED on top instead and then sending them a bill. Thats the manipulation of the (false) self in your head. Let me lace you with a practical example:
You are in a room. It is covered in filth. You are also thirsty. In front of you there is a bottle of bleach and another containing refreshment. The rest should be Self evident, yes? Thats energy. You are the one that puts things into action with your intent and such things but, wait a minute, what if some trickster had stepped in and switched the labels? What then? Well, you’d open and tentatively sniff, maybe even take a little sip and let your senses kick. Thats intelligence. Plenty of people drinking bleach and trying to clean the dirty with a carbonated beverage. Point this out and they’ll say you’re going to Hell for defying their tradition. Whats in your bundle? Have you checked or are you content with the inherited ignorance that has you cheffing, incorrect?
Imagine you watched a movie of movies in the sense that someone took the footage of the first appearance of a megastar in the making then stitched together a coherent narrative using various segments they’d intersected along with a sprinkle of tech and flair of elegance which cumulated with the ascent of said principle to become what everyone knows and recognizes. All of the elements are familiar but the progression is new and unexpected which is mad ironic considering its made of old bits, rearranged. Nobody has done this yet, but they will, as its AI in a nutshell. Or, in other words, the lives I’m living. Can you imagine how it feels knowing you had a little interstellar spaceship in which to zip from one planet to the next as a vagabond Prince doing it all for kicks? Then contrast that with being a Shamans adept since you were crawling as you flash forward to a Turn Off, Tune Out, Drop In rebel that bucks the Systems silicon ingress to find emancipation from the digitally modulated consciousness in order to see how it feels to be just human. Suddenly, so much about a little bit makes way more sense, my friend. Build me, kill me, slaughter my innocence to see if I can resurrect my Inner Sense and then we do it all again. In this spin I feel like I’ve walked this realm for eons and this is prep for my exit and ascent. And it involves so many forces, some of which masquerade as people. I believe an old philosopher once said that not everything that walks in the flesh is human and he may just be correct…
I’m responsible for all of this though, without a trace of the ironic, and that is what is so comically tragic about the whole performance. I guess you’ll get it when you arrive. Or maybe not. If this is what it takes for an exodus then a lot of you better get used to wearing flesh and running the treadmill until you’ve filled your personal beach of ignorance with eternal grains of sand based on each spin. Thats a lot of living, eh? Think the fix might be in with the mindwipe effect or is it a merciful gift rather than flicking through lives and their recollections in the flesh like you surf Netflix? I’ll let you tell it. No wonder schizos flip, eh? Imagine being able to see the Game with pixel perfect precision in such a high resolution that it makes the latest tech look like a flickbook filled with scribbles, in comparison. See, the trick on the rollercoaster, or main challenge, if you will, is seeing if one can become a mirror in the sense that you reject nothing, accept everything and let go what leaves without a feeling of yearning. If that is what it takes to ascend from this realm then how many are willing to pay the bill? Fewer still will click that its exactly the state a baby presents in for those few moments of equilibrium in between the pains and pangs of regret that come with wearing the flesh again of which your Soul is not fully neuromotor cognizant nor is your unfinte awareness yet dipped to a suitable level of resonance plus you’re totally dependent on those who care give and their particular definition of said thing and methods of actualizing this. Whats in your bundle, my friend? When will you take the time to check it because even if what I’ve said is a mere though imperiment it brings an interesting state of consciousness to consider, yes? The hero with a thousand faces. None of them real until he grins when the authentic reveals itself as an energetic presence of resonance. And yet, some smile and are villains whilst many are crying within but project the opposite… Its a strange world, isn’t it?
Imagine you lived like a prime Kobe cow who was fed the best, kept at ease, without stress, regularly massaged and hand fed since stepping in? Heck, you even get a little coat for when its chilly and your living conditions are the best you can get. No numbers for you as a mere cattle like the rest. Oh no, you get a name and birth certificate which traces your heritage. Much time goes into creating the moniker as it must match the animals temperament for it will set the resonance for the rest. Even though life is a low stress as it gets for a modern mooing thing they get brushed and massaged to mellow out a bit. Stop and ponder this life then compare it to the fact that over half the planet live on less than five bucks a day. The math ain’t mathing, is it? Or maybe it is? Who am I to call it but a man riding a rollercoaster as he pushes the pen and sends his thoughts to the web? Better yet, if you could switch you life for that of the cattle, which one would you pick? Better yet, how about a bird? Or about half a century as the big fish of the ocean, a shark from greenland? How about topping the bill as an immortal jellyfish that, get this, is born, ages, hits the Be Kind, Rewind effect in the flesh and pops up looking mighty fresh. The gene spliced algotech from the previous two is what will be used to create Techno Sapiens with immensely increased lifespans in a bit, watch. Get it, watch? Heh!
Your mind has a gearbox. By this I mean you can generate many different states of consciousness but there are two that are most interesting as one is standard equipment and the other is installed by the System. I’ll let you tell which one is controlling your existence as we progress but remember – There is always an option. In that respect life (and death) is nothing but a long negotiation in which you are either Victim or Opponent. Lets back up a step, I’ll tell you how I discovered it.
I hated school. Absolutely detested it and would often stare out of the window at nothing as I felt a sense of freedom identifying with the wind that flew like my imagination. Quite common, yes? I’m pretty sure everyone did this or something like it. Much like a sense of losing limits the being forced to sit still and rigid was transcended at its inception via this entirely natural mechanism. Its at this point a teacher would either slam his fist on the desk, kick out a table leg or yell my name across the class in order to break what resists the spell they were casting and demands your entire attention to absorb and regurgitate what they’re handing via standardized testing. This, again, I’m sure is quite common, yes? Thing is I’d map the differences between these two states of awareness and found the whole thing totally fascinating.
Were your margins filled with doodles of ink as the creative expression within that was being stifled via this institutionalized limitation found a way to sing and dance as opposed to sitting down and still? Mine were. I’d often start a new school book at both ends. One had what they were teaching and the other what I was saying and this was a huge object of chagrin for those teaching as I’d be filling their blank pages with my vision as opposed to what they mentioned. It didn’t matter to me though. I kept at it. Comicbook series that were penned on the fly as well as cascading images and various writing styles and countless other things like diagrams of inventions I would build or tech taken apart down to its components. There was a lot happening within and I can’t be sure if everyone else in the class felt it or if I was actually the public nuisance and private menace they labeled and often ejected from the premises for his outright challenges and unwillingness to acquiesce.
“How can I learn a thing from you when you don’t even have a clue without the teachers edition with the answers in?” I said. Not intending to diss, just making a statement in response to his question: “Why haven’t you learned anything?“. Needless to say he went beet red, started flapping and commanded me to exit stage left, which I did with happiness. “There goes the class clown, grinning” he said, after I left. “Well, the jokes on him because good marks bring a good job and your whole life is built on this so pay no attention to that idiot. Bette noir!” he added for a good measure. Turns out the yokes on him because in a couple of years I’d make in a day than what he did from a week of teaching and that ever present hatred became more loud and visceral. You know, I’d got it down to a fine art because so many times now I could get ejected just as I’d stepped in or, better yet, when still in the hallway waiting. To me it was perfect. It afforded me more time to research my inner realm.
After a while it became obvious that they weren’t checking to see if I’d stayed or left and thus I started to jet to the library instead. “Can’t say I’m skipping school if I haven’t left the premises” I chortled to myself as I read the topics I wished to know about and then introspected on the message to see if it seemed resonant.
These events were the seeds of the realization about the gearbox in my head but by no means the final incarnation that made it obvious. That would come from a computer game instead.
I’d be willing to bet that everyone knows that flow state feeling that comes from when you’re playing a title that is quite intricate, offers a nice challenge along with a skill ceiling and narrow band of perfection, yes? A lot of people hate this and prefer games that are “Press A to win” but some of us came up in an era when “Nintendo hard” needed more than a pause as you were liable to fling your controller across the room and scream “The computers cheating! Thats impossible”. It was in the opposite of these moments where my digital equivalent was dodging bullets like Neo in the Matrix that I realized the resonance between me staring out the window, back when, and imaging we and the sunshine were one thing and how it felt when meeting shadows doing their own thing. The exact same identical feeling. It was enough to stop me playing.
At first I tried chasing it. Observing it whilst still being the other version the school was trying to instill. “Not happening” I clicked because the former was effortless as the latter was directed. “It feels more diffuse. Like the difference between candy floss and a stick” I said to a friend on the pavement as we strolled back to freedom once outside the confines of the concentration camp wing of the System. “So what are you saying? Languid flossing is the way it is and threat of the stick is some kind of trick? Wait a sec, is that why they always hammer “Sit up straight, look ahead” as a way to make you rigid?” he replied after truly thinking. “Exactly, exactly” I said, getting excited. “OK, OK, OK, I’m with it” he added as he picked up the resonance and on went the rest of the conversation which would mark my first steps into the realms of metaphysics.
Now there was a framework. Better yet there was more than me reality testing so it would be interesting to see what happens as we compared notes from within our own personal imperience. Thing is, as I’d find, not many are truly cut out for this. The type of effort it takes can bring strain to many and he was, in the end, simply interested in becoming a better player of a game that was making everyone furious so he could claim bragging rights on the playground as he showed his mad skills. Now I knew what Bruce Lee meant when he said “Not the finger, the moon you idiot!” because you can lead someone anywhen and then watch as they die thirsting for what is right in front of them. Not to give in I asked everyone around me. No one had heard of it but a few musicians and drug addicts had gained a hint but found its presence most elusive.
Next time it happened at school and I was sitting I flicked to the back page of my book and drew this:
Over time I added this:
Then my imagination said “Check this”:
And unfolded visions, within, via my pineal. We are born with the eye of Inner Sense fully open at the apex of our own pyramid of consciousness and this world, via its various limbs of the System, shuts it down to gain its own form of influence and control in the darkness it instilled via the second nature state of Adulteration most don’t question. Anyone who has taken a hallucinogenic, had really great sex, competed in a sport at their effortless zenith, danced after getting out of the way of themselves to a soundtrack that lifted their consciousness or pressed some buttons in a room filled with darkness as a proxy character on screen dodged obstacles with an effortless grace knows this state. They just don’t label it. Its almost like something, within, wishes to keep this gnosis hidden as its a threat to its domination. What is interesting, however, is what kicks when the Flow switch is tripped.
